Silence And Submission (Editing)

Promises

I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned in bed thinking about what my mother had said. For a moment I'd thought uncle Paulo had forgotten about us. But I should have known. Uncle Paulo was a patient man. It didn't matter if it took a year if Paulo wanted to hurt you, he will.

I gave up trying to sleep and went downstairs to make a glass of warm milk. If anything could put me to sleep, it was milk.

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I leaned against the counter, slowly sipping my glass of milk. My head was filled with wild thoughts. I was trying to figure out how to counter uncle Paulo's attack.

"Can't sleep?" Antonio asked as he washed his hands in the sink. I didn't know when he'd entered the kitchen.

"Yeah. You?"

"Work," he answered.

I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

"It's 2:00am, Antonio. Even work doesn't go on that long."

I should know. I watched as he wiped his hands with a napkin and stalked towards me.

"I'm working on something," he said.
I breathed in deep, relishing his unique scent. He was close... so damn close, I could practically feel his heat radiating from his body.

"I hope you figure it out," I said, "I hate to see you all stressed out."

"I will," he placed his hands on my waist. "I have actually. It's something I think you'll really, really love."

"Tell me Antonio, what is it?"

"I'm not sure you can handle it tonight. Maybe tomorrow."

I leaned in close to him, grazing my lips along the curve of his neck.

"I can handle anything, Antonio. Anything." I breathed.

"Fuck!" He groaned. "You're becoming something else, Irene. I could bend you over this table and fuck you hard."

"What are you waiting for?"

"What will your mother think if she found out the kind of woman she raised?"

"She'd thank the Virgin Mary her efforts didn't go waste."

"Fuck!"

He pulled back and run his hand through his hair.

"Come with me," he said suddenly, taking my hand in his and leading me out of the kitchen.

He led me through a maze of corridors and down a staircase.

"What are you doing, Antonio?"

"I promised you your father's killer," he said.

He opened the thick steel door of the basement and led me in. I grimaced at the sound of metal meeting flesh.

What the hell was going on down there?