7- Eve

I try to walk faster but Lucille, who seems to be 6’5 inches has far longer legs than I do so he only has to stretch them to be by my side as he says the same student that he has repeated since we walked out of the plane and landed on this… large island surrounded by nothing but water with a mansion in the middle of it, “I should have killed someone today.”

Italian flies out of my mouth before I can control myself, “Does no one here understand personal space?”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying, sweetheart, but I’ll like to believe you share my disappointment,”

“I said no nicknames,”

“This is not a nickname, this is a direct meaning of what you are to me. A heart, that’s sweet. I am not going against your rules, my wife,” His voice sounds sickeningly sweet, and my irritation worsens. I feel like my head is about to be cracked open as we walk into the house, surprise hitting me again as I realize the interior design of this house is also…

Beautiful.

It looks larger than one would expect, with curling rows of stairs and arches, like a Greece temple. Are we in Greece? Where exactly is this place?

“I mean, in my defense, I had everything far more planned out than this… farce that we ended up conjuring. You were supposed to run into my arms, I was supposed to shoot your fiancé, and then we’d drive off into the sunset, both fugitives of the law. How else will I tell our children about the heroic way I saved their Mother if there’s nobody dying?”

Damien groans. “Lucille,”

I turn to look at him, swallowing down whatever rage, annoyance or irritation I am feeling as I say as calmly as I possibly can, “We will not be having any children,”

“Too late, I’m afraid. We’ve left the altar. Nothing sticks from here on out,” He cuts in with a chuckle as he puts his hands into his pockets and says, “I’d like two actually, both should look like me. I’m sure we can both agree that I have the better face amongst us—”

“Is this all you’re going to do all day?” I find myself snapping. It’s hard to stop now that it’s spiraling out of my mouth. All my fear has balled up into some type of pissed form as I hiss, “My Father is a very powerful man. And you clearly have no plans, no ideas whatsoever. All you’ve ever been is trigger happy and perhaps I made a mistake—”

A shot rings out and I clap my hands over my ears. The second the ringing stops, I turn my head to the side, seeing the crack on the ground only a few inches away from my feet. When I look up, the gun in his hand is letting out smoke from its end as he says, “Ah, is this how our lovely little life will be on this very exquisite island? You stab me, I almost shoot you—”

“Why would you—?”

He raises his hand, immediately silencing me. His whole demeanor is changed now, completely different from the version of him that has followed me ever since we met like a pup

My fear returns as I watch as he sighs and uses the butt of the gun to scratch his head, “You are right, Bianchi. This is quite new for me. I have never had to be in charge of someone before. It’s very exhilarating, saving and not killing a person. It’s all new territory. I even read a book on how to cheer up a wife. The research says women like comedians. I am beginning to think you’d prefer if I tie you down and fuck you till I spell my name in your, forgive my language, pussy,”

My heart drops. “What?”

He laughs now, the happy face back as he puts the gun back into his pants and raises his hands. “I’m joking, I’m joking,”

He walks closer, stopping only three inches away from my face as he says with the most dead eyes I’ve ever seen, “I might not feel emotions the way a normal person would, yes, but you are now very important to me. Do you understand? Besides, I read other books that many women claimed to like and I am quite curious on how your reaction to them might be. How do you feel about being tied and fucked with a gun?”

My hand flies out before I can stop myself, striking him hard on the face. The sound echoes through the hallway as Lucille’s head jerks to the side. Damien already starts moving to us but Lucille immediately raises his hand, causing the man to stop him in his tracks before he turns to face me, his eyes soft but filled with something else.

Then he says in a soft exhale, “By God, woman, why does everything you do make me feel? Do you know what it means for a devil to have… feelings? It means I will chase this emotion to the ends of the Earth to find out what else you could do that would possibly…” He steps closer without blinking, like he can’t help himself. “…ruin me like this.”

My back hits the wall.

Lucille’s breath ghosts across my cheek, and those blue eyes light up with a hunger that makes my heart race as he whispers, “I don’t understand. I have killed men for far less things. But you…” His gaze drags down my face. “You hit me and I want to thank you for it.”

My heart stumbles. “You’re insane.”

“Yes,” He says simply. “But you make it worse. And God help us both, I don’t want it to stop.” He lifts his hand, and I brace for impact but nothing happens. Instead, he keeps it close, hovering over my cheek as he whispers, “I won’t touch you,” Then adds softly, almost regretfully. “Not until you give me permission” And with a smile that sends very strange emotions between my thighs, he says, “But I will think about it. Obsessively.”

Damien finally speaks . “Lucille. Enough.”

Lucille exhales, stepping back like he’s physically pulling himself off a cliff edge. His happy smile back as he turns around to look at Damien, “You see, Damien? She brings out the poetry in me. It’s disgusting.” Then he says loudly as he begins to walk away from me, “Explore the house, dear wife. Go wherever you wish. All of this belongs to you anyway. I shall be letting you be now,”

And he leaves me, there, in the middle of this place.

What have I gotten myself into?