Love That Kills •Massimo Torricelli•

E I G H T

Anastasia

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Laura and I got ready to go Massimo club. She had on a sliver dress with black boots. And I had on a red dress with white bedazzled red bottoms.

"Listen to me, he's going to kill you," Domenico said pointing at me, "then you," he pointed to Laura, "and then he's going to kill me." We smile, "You'll be fine, besides he's the who bought everything I have on, he can't be too mad." I link my arm with his as we get to the bottom of the stairs.

When we get to the club Domenico walked in first and was holding Laura's hand guiding, mainly her, through the club cause I knew where I was going.

"Listen, Laura. We won't be alone, okay? Some people will join us and we will have to discuss some matters with them." Domenico told her, "Some people, some matters? You're going to play mafia, aren't you?" She asked

Domenico laughed, "listen Laura,
This is not a fucking joke. Just keep your head down." We walked up the stairs and we stopped at the bar, "Okay, you wait here. Just one minute." Laura looked at me, "Are you going too?" I smiled sarcastically and held up my hand showing her my ring, "Wifely duties."

Me and Domenico walked off, "If he shoots me for what you're wearing, it's your fault." I roll my eyes and smile, "You'll be fine. If he shoots anyone it'll be me."

Domenico and I walk into the room, Massimo was already there. He looked up and saw what I was wearing and stood up grabbing my wrist, not roughly but he had a firm grip on me and then pulled me out of the room.

I rolled my eyes at him. He pulled me away, standing close to me blocking the view from anyone in the room from seeing me, "What the hell are you wearing?"

"A dress." I smile, "That is not a dress." He said, "It is. And you bought it for me. In fact you bought everything I have on right now. And I mean everything." I tell him

He ran a hand over his mouth and glanced in the room and saw men staring at me and pulled me further away, "Are you doing this because of what we talked about?" He asked

I let out a small soft laugh, "okay, look, don't start thinking everything I do is either because of you, or to get a reaction out of you, now that you know how i feel about you. Not everything I do is to provoke you, but if it does that's just a plus. At least then you'll realize what you've missed out on for the last 18 years." I smile

"Don't wear something like this again." He tells me and starts to walk back in the room but I grab his arm, "Stop it." He looks at me "What?"

"Stop it. Why are you acting like this? What, now that you know I'm in love with you, and I'd do anything for you, you can start being a protective husband? No. No, see you had the chance to do that, multiple times. You can't do that. You don't get to do that, play jealous protective husband, no. Don't start trying to make me feel safe and protected and like you care, because you feel guilty. We can play our game of being a happy, healthy, married couple for everyone else to see, but don't start leading me on again because you feel guilty." I tell him and walk around him going back into the room

We sit back down and a girl was going around with a tray of coke letting the men snort it.

After a while Massimo left and Laura came in and started dancing on the pole. I was watching her cause I don't ever trust the men in massimo's clubs.

"Finally, a real whore." The man yelled in Italian, I clenched my fist. The man then grabbed her waist pulling her in whispering something in her ear that clearly made her uncomfortable. She tried to push him off but he wouldn't let her go.

Seeing it, I stood up and grabbed the man by his hair and slammed his face into the pole. The metal pole. He groaned and looked back at me and I punched him in the nose. It's times like these that I appreciate that my father taught me to fight, especially in heels.

I knocked him to the ground and put my heel to the pressure point on his neck and started pushing. Before i could say anything, I heard Massimo yell and pull his guns out along with his men.

Everyone put their hands up. The man who was all over Laura started to move, "Move an inch and I'll add more pressure." He stopped, his face was turning red from the lack of oxygen.

"And you, calm down it's handled." I look at Massimo, my heel still at the pressure point on the man's neck.

I look at the man and kick him away, "Сука." I roll my eyes and walk away. I hear two gun shots and look down at the man to see his hands bleeding, "Well that wasn't necessary at all." I look at Massimo. (Сука= Bitch)

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This is what she wore to the club.