His Little Wife

Chapter 32

'Hello...' A voice cood to me.

I felt something tap me on the head. It was hard and cold and I wasn't sure I wanted to know what it was as I refused to open my eyes.

'Fucking hell, Red. How hard did you hit her?' Gabriela screamed at him.

'I... Not that hard.' He defended himself. 'Let me have a go.' He tells her, taking a step towards me.

'I think you've done enough, don't you?'

I felt a wave of relief wash over my body that she wasn't going to let him touch me again, but it didn't last long when I felt Gabriela fingers running along my jaw to the back of my head as she grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing my face up from its slumped position.

'Wake up, you fucking cunt.' She whispered into my ear, as she run her tongue along my lobe.

I tried not to react to her, but my stomach clenched at the unwanted contact as vomit tried to force its way up my throat. Gabriela just about managed to move out of the way before I threw up the little content my stomach had inside.

'That's fucking great.' She said spinning around to her hench man.

I watched the back of her as she stalked over to the man before whispering something to her.

'Concussion?' She said back to him.

He continued to whisper to her as she looked over her shoulder smiling.

'And you're sure she won't die before I want her to?'

He mumbled something in reply before she spun back around to me.

'You look like shit, Hun.' She laughed as she approached my side with a gun in her hand.

My eyes glued to the weapon she was swinging around like it wasn't something that could kill instantly. I felt a jolt of panic shoot through me as she got closer and closer to me as she wrapped her finger around the trigger. I squirmed in my chair to no avail as my arms and legs were bound, forcing me to sit still.

'Please.' I begged as my last and only line of defence.

'Oh for god sake, don't beg. You're so pathetic. I honestly don't know what he see's in you.' She says, tapping the gun under my chin, forcing me to look up into her eyes.

I don't say anything else as tears start to fall from my face. I knew nothing I said to her would make a difference. In that moment I knew I was going to die when she decided it was time. I knew she was going to end my life whether it was with that gun or some other way. I had no way of defending myself and I had no way of telling Lucian where I was. I was trapped here at the mercy of a psycho who stolen me from the safety of a hospital.

Did no one try to stop her? Did no one think it was odd that they were carrying a lifeless body out of the hospital and not taking me in? Then my mind went to Cato. How he was covered in blood, laying on the floor. They killed him. They killed him just to get to me? What else were they capable of doing? Was she the reason my dad was in the hospital? I couldn't stop the bombardment of questions that were forcing their way into my mind, despite a headache that felt like my head was splitting into two.

'Oh look, here come the waterworks.' She teased me as if this wasn't a fair reaction to my impending death.

'He wont forgive you.' I choke out through the tears.

'He wont know it was me?' She said to me, furrowing her eyebrows. 'Lucian has a lot of enemies. Any one of them could have killed you. I'll be there to help him find justice and offer him a shoulder to cry on.' She goads me.

'Leave him the fuck alone.' I snap at her as the tears suddenly dry up and turn to anger.

'Oh look, kitty has claws.' She jokes as he stands in front of me.

'You know, If you weren't trying to steal my husband I might of been tempted to keep you around. We could have shared him.' She tells me as she throws one of her legs over my lap as she straddles me.

I feel the bile raise up my throat again as she sits in my lap, brushing hair out of my face in a way that was to intimate for our situation.

'He's my husband.' I bite back, ignoring the way she was looking at me.

I feel her fingers grip my jaw as she forcing my face to look away from her. She exposes my neck to her as he fingers dig into my skin.

'For now.' She leans into my ear before running her tongue down the length of my jaw.

I pinch my eyes closed as I tried to imagine I was somewhere else. Anywhere where this wasn't happening. But although I wished it I wasn't granted that freedom as I felt her warm, wet tongue slide along my skin until she reached my lips where she planted a soft kiss.

'You're deranged.' I growled at her.

'Stop talking dirty to me.' She smiled as she climbed off my lap, back to her feet.

'What is wrong with you?' I hissed.

What had Lucian ever seen in this women to even sleep with her? I didn't get it. Apart from her appearance there was nothing going for her, She was crazy... No, crazy didn't do her justice. She was psychotic, deluded, living in a fantasy land where this was ok. My head was spinning with her bipolar attitude towards me, which wasn't helping the pounding in my head.

'Please, just let me go.' I tried to plead with her again.

'Why would I do that when we've only just started to play?'

'I wont tell him?' I offered her, desperate for my freedom.

'Nope.'

'I'll leave him?' I offered, wanting to save my own skin.

That one got her attention as she spun on her heels, leaning over the front of the chair as she looked in my eyes just inches from my face.

'I thought it would take us longer to get there. I guess you don't love him as much as he loves you.' She smiled. 'But as long as you're alive he won't want me.' She says, dropping the smile as a snarl starts to take over her face. 'So, I have to kill you, you see. But first I will make you sorry you were even born. Its nothing personal... No wait, yes it is. I fucking hate you.' She growls in my face before turning her back to me.

She walks across the room to the hench man waiting by the only door to the room.

'Come on Red, lets leave our guest to settle in.' She says to him sweetly.

He opens the door for her and when she walks past him, she leans into him, placing a hand on the centre of his chest. Something flashed across his face as he watched her walking past, not taking his eyes off of her. I felt my insides cringe at the whole scene as he followed her out the room like a little puppy dog, willing to do anything for her, just to please her. But there was something in the back of my mind that told me he wasn't doing all this just to please her...