His Fiore

35

I was finally home.

The plane ride was mostly just me stuffing my face or sleeping, the rest of it was a blur. And now i was stood outside mine and Enrique's house with a massive look of relief on my face. Nothing beats home.

"my LOVESS"

Correction.

Nothing beats home when Dante is not there.

He embraced us both rocking us back and forth, the excitement evident in his tight grip. I peered over his shoulder to see mama walking down the steps of the house with a grand smile on her face. Part of me wanted to scream and shout at her for doing what she did to us but a bigger part of me just wanted to run and hold my family.

So that's exactly what i did.

"Come my dear, i have important information to share with you" she quickly ushered me inside the house holding my hand as i followed behind her.

Enrique followed me and mama up the stairs and into the entrance of the house, she took us straight to the office and sat us down . I opened my mouth to ask what the matter was before she handed me a file.

Rosalia Argento

I opened up the first page of the file, Enrique glancing at it from his towering position next to me. Reading through the papers i realised this was a full count of the last few years before my marriage. Ahh so this was my background check.

However, judging by the staggered look of my husbands face, i quickly realised this wasn't the same information he found in his personal background check of me.

This file.

This file was a lot more detailed.

My suspicions were confirmed as i turned the page.

There it was.

The worst time of my life written on a measly few lines.

My worst nightmare so simply reduced to a page.

The full account of my police report from highschool.
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"Arion i can't do this any longer" i pleaded pulling against the chains on my wrists. I don't know how long i was down here for but i was beginning to lose consciousness and i needed water to soothe my throat. The awful smell of rotting and vomit was thick in the air as i lost count of how many hours i was sat here.

"come on princess, you take it like a good girl, you know what you did was wrong" he muttered holding my chin with the same loving gaze he showed me on our first date. My heart was beating out of my chest as i looked down ashamedly.

I didn't do the right thing. I was supposed to listen but i ruined it for him.

I looked up at him and let the tears roll down my face as i begged once again.

"I'm sorry Ari, i won't make that mistake again, I didn't know who i was speaking to, i don't even remember it" I repeated that same sentence again and again hoping that it would make him feel a tinge of sympathy for me and he would free me.

Last night, he had taken me back to that house filled with those men. But i trust him, he would never do anything to hurt me as he has promised so many times. I held his hand as a i wore a red skin tight short dress that he specifically picked out for me. He loved dressing me up, he always said i was his little doll to play with.

I followed him into the house, that familiar smell of alcohol and weed infiltrated my senses as i trailed behind him, blindly letting him guide me. I snuck out once again to be by his side, if dad found out i was in this sort of situation he would have my head.