Wolves of Rome

Chapter Thirteen: Punishment

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Chapter Thirteen: Punishment

After our fight, Michele had two brawny goons 'escort' me back to the villa. They took me down one of the long halls to large double doors. Goon1 opened the door, while Goon2 thrust me inside. I stumbled through the threshold, collapsing on to the tile floor. I let out a creative burst of curses as they slammed the doors in my face. I scrambled to my feet, throwing my whole hundred and thirteen pounds against the doors.

"Let me out!" I wrenched on the handles, but to no prevail.

I cursed as I rushed over to the double glass doors that led out to the balcony. They opened with out protest. I rushed through them onto the balcony. I leaned across the railing, staring down at the three story drop below. The only tree in sight was too far from the balcony, there was no way for me to make the eight foot jump that stood between the tree and the balcony.

I cursed again, combing my fingers roughly through my hair. I was screwed. With a capital S.

I crossed my arms over my chest, pacing back and forth, like a caged animal. Heh, according to them I was some kind of animal. I wished like crazy that I could write this whole day off as a messed up dream. But this was too surreal to not be reality.

I cursed low under my breath, falling to the stone floor of the balcony. This was bad to nth degree. Michele was serious about defending his wounded ego. Serious enough that punishing me seemed like a reasonable punishment. I closed my eyes, struggling to put the world into focus.

Rome was run by two feuding packs, which were made of people who wanted me alive and the other wanted me dead. Team Cianna Dies had killed my parents while trying to be to me. And from the looks of things, the guys who wanted me alive were not high on my buddy list.

I groaned. When had my life become such a mess?

The door to the suite opened slowly, and in walked Michele. I scrambled to my feet, squaring my shoulders and attempting to look strong, and unafraid. He stopped just in front of me, his gaze stormy even with the expression of calm on his face.

"I have decided," he began, his tone measured with a tremor of anger just beneath the surface. "To show you leniency. You will not have prova del sangue, you are new to our ways and some would think that you will need time to adjust and understand."

Something told me that he was not some.

"What happens now?" I asked, an unwanted tremble entering my voice.

His dark eyes were hard, devoid of feeling. "You have to be punished, Cianna."

I bristled at his tone, my hands balling into fists. I opened my month to tell Michele exactly where he could stick his punishment, but I never got the chance. Michele moved like lightning, his open palm striking against my cheek with a thunderous crack! The force of the blow sent me to the floor in a heap of thriving pain. Acidic tears burned my eyes as I struggled to to climb back to my feet.

His hand came down in a crushing force around my shoulder, his fingers digging into my arm like knives as his nails began to grow. Before my very eyes, Michele seemed to transform. His eyes churning from brown to a unearthly red, his teeth elongating into fangs that peaked out past his sculpted lips. Cold fear leaked down into my veins as my mind and body went paralyzed with fear.

"You have a fair bit to learn about the pecking order among my pack, mia bella," Michele growled. "I do not take orders from anyone."

Before I could blink Michele was throwing me backwards. The sound of my head smacking against the marble floor was deafening.

Stars danced before my eyes, just before the darkness consumed me completely.

A/N: sorry for this over due installment for this story! I hope to have more chapters for all my books soon!