My Mafia Husband

CHAPTER 19

Matteo's lip curls into a sneer at my words, his eyes cold and cruel. "Is that so?" he repeats, his voice taking on a mocking tone. "Well, my dear, I suggest you remember your place. I am the head of this household, and what I say goes. And if I want to look at my wife, I damn well will."

"And I think that you need to be put on your place" I say as I look dead into his soul.

Matteo's eyes harden at my words, his fists clenching at his sides in anger. "You want to put me in my place, is that it?" he growls, his voice low and threatening. "Let me remind you, my dear wife, that I hold all the power in this relationship. You would do well to remember that."

"Too bad, I don't care so don't tell me about your life" I say, I wanted to be hard with him from now on, I didn't want him to see my weakness.

Matteo's eyes narrow, and I can see the fury building within him. "Oh, do you now?" he hisses, his voice dripping with contempt. "Well, let me make this clear. You belong to me, you are my property and you will obey me. Is that clear?"

"I remember that I'm not your fucking robot, and I didn't sign for it." I replied.

Matteo's face darkens with anger, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turn white. "You will learn respect, my dear," he growls, his voice laced with menace. "I will not tolerate your insolence. You are mine, and you will do as I say. Is that understood?"

I get up from the table and go back to my room leaving him alone.

I can feel Matteo's eyes following me as I leave the room, his gaze burning into my back. I try to keep my composure, but my heart is racing with anger and defiance. I know that standing up to Matteo is dangerous, but I also know that I can't keep submitting to his controlling ways.

As I reach the safety of my room, I let out a shaky breath, my body trembling with tension. I sit on the edge of the bed, feeling overwhelmed by the events of the day. I know that Matteo will seek retribution for my defiance, but I refuse to back down.

I lay back on the bed, exhaustion finally catching up with me. My mind and body are both exhausted from the constant tension and fear. As I close my eyes, I try to push away the thoughts of Matteo and focus on getting some much-needed rest.

Weariness washes over me like a wave, and I let myself sink into the bed, the cool sheets providing a small measure of comfort. I feel my body start to relax as exhaustion takes hold, my mind growing fuzzy with the pull of sleep.

For a few moments, I float in a state of near-consciousness, my mind wandering through various scattered thoughts and images. But eventually, the pull of sleep becomes too strong, and I fall into a deep, dreamless slumber.

Hours pass by as I sleep, my body and mind desperately trying to find some measure of rest and relief. The room is quiet, the only sound coming from the faint ticking of a clock on the wall. But slowly, my mind begins to stir, and I start to surface from the depths of sleep.

I open my eyes, my vision still hazy from sleep. As my senses start to sharpen, I become aware of a strange sound coming from outside the room. It's a low, rhythmic creaking noise, repetitive and haunting. I strain my ears, trying to identify the source of the sound.

As I listen more closely, the sound becomes clearer, and I realize that it's coming from the floorboards outside my room. Someone is pacing back and forth, the sound of their heavy footsteps echoing through the hallway.

I sit up in bed, my body tense with anxiety and dread. My mind races, trying to figure out who could be pacing outside my room and why. Is it Matteo, looking for revenge for my defiance earlier?

I listen closely, and the familiar cadence of Matteo's stride becomes increasingly apparent. I can feel my heart rate spiking, my body tensing in anticipation of what might happen next.

The pacing continues, the sound of Matteo's footsteps growing louder and more insistent. The creaking of the floorboards seems to match the rhythm of my racing heartbeat, each thud echoing my fear and dread. I can't help but feel like a trapped animal, waiting for the inevitable strike of a predator.

As the pacing continues, I start to hear another sound mingling with it. It's a low, guttural sound, like someone muttering under their breath. I strain my ears, trying to make out what Matteo is saying, but the words are too faint to decipher.

The mixture of the pacing and the muttering continues, an eerie cacophony that fills the silence of the room. I feel my fear and anxiety growing, my body frozen in place as I listen and wait.

The pacing and muttering go on for what feels like an eternity, each beat of Matteo's footsteps and each muttered syllable sending a chill down my spine. My mind is racing with thoughts of what Matteo might be planning, my imagination running wild with worst-case scenarios.

Finally, after what feels like hours, the pacing and muttering stop, leaving the house eerily quiet. But the silence is short-lived, as I suddenly hear Matteo's footsteps coming closer to my door. I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest, my body filled with a cold terror.

The footsteps stop outside my door, and I hold my breath as I wait for the door to open. I can feel the tension in the air, thick and palpable. For a moment, there is complete silence, and I wonder if Matteo is hesitating or trying to decide what to do next.

Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Matteo steps into the room, his eyes fixed on me. He stalks towards me, his gait purposeful and menacing. I try to back away, but I'm frozen in fear, unable to move.

Matteo stands towering over me, his fists clenched and his face set in a cold, hard expression. I can feel the anger radiating off of him, and I struggle to catch my breath, my body shaking with terror. He reaches out and grabs me by the hair, yanking me up to stand before him.