Shattered Hearts

ISABELLA'S POV.

Antonio was in fucking danger; it was because of me.

I was a fool. What was I expecting? He was Luca Ricci, mafia don of all the underworld. How was I inane enough to think I could keep my affair with Antonino a secret from him, basically fucking right under his nose?

I didn't hesitate or think twice; I knew that look in a man's eyes; it was envy, rage, and possessiveness, and Lucas eyes it was worse.

I didn't have the time to question his reasons; I didn't have a reason to. I was his wife, willing or not, and I knew what it meant sleeping with the wife of a mafia mob.

In fact, I was certain now that indeed Antonino and Luca had shared a bond than I beleived,  if not, he would be fucking six  feets beneath the earth by now.

“Antonio, where is he?” I asked the guard holding a cigarette to his lips; he was quick to stomp on it. Flicking it off, fear weary in his eyes. 

“He is… right by the third room on the right,” the guard responded. He looked huge. Bulky just like thugs did, but something about my mannerism had scared the shit out of him tonight.

Only when I had pushed open the door to the room described and stood before a mirror, glaring at my reflection, did I realise.

I had no  time to clean up; I was on a short time lapse, Luca made that clear, and I better not waste his mercy... fuck me... I was once again at his mercy, so much talk of not being tamed, and here I was…being just that.

My breath hitched seeing the cuts evident on my body, from my ears to my shoulders and collars, to my legs... My legs had dried scalding blood on them, I felt  pain around my laps and the tip of my clit, and loads of cum also probably dried off on my boobs, chest, and thighs.

But the robe had covered that much, yet I doubted I was not reeking of cum mixed with blood at the moment.

Antonio walked out of the bathroom, hair soaked and dripping with water, his gaze hardened as they met mine and her hastened his steps  towards me.

“Did he do this?” Antonini asked, snatching my face into his palms to raise my neck. I swallowed a lump in my throat, knowing I was scared.

I had played push and pull with Him; I had tried to kill him, and he tried to kill me as well, but tonight I had been a version of me I dreaded.

The submissive whore I was, the psychopath in me who loved the colour of cum mixed with blood and watched as it oozed off her skin, I wanted the pain! The punishment, I wanted all that Luca stood for, in a mentally deprived level.

But somehow standing before Antonio reminded me of another  life we could have gotten… but I couldn't... it was off. My father traded my happiness for his, and now I was certain Luca would ensure that till my last breath, I would never know happiness again.

Without prior notice, he yanked the robe loose, letting it all fall to my feet. He swallowed, his jaw ticked, rage visible in his eyes; his nostrils flared, and his Brows creased  hard as he eyed me.

Taking every inch of my body in its present situation to his memory.

“He forced you…. You… his…He forced you to fuck him... this ends now, Isabella.” Antonio snapped, his voice raging with a yell as he stomped his way toward the door.

"Antonio, ¡detente!”” I yelled, causing him to freeze; he turned to face me, his eyes stitching with murderous intent evident in them.

"Detenerme? ¡Él te jodió, Isabella!” He snapped right back; tears welled up in his eyes as he stood fixated on his point. I watched as it streaked down to his cheek, and I knew at that moment. I broke him... broke Antonio, the only man who ever loved me.

“ No, Antonio... We didn't have sex.” I stuttered, pulling closer to him, not bothering to cover up; with each step I took, I felt the weight of my decisions, how I had hurt the only soul who loved me more than himself.

“Is that meant to make me feel better? Look at you, covered in cuts and cum stains, and you tell me he's not forcing you into some depraved sexual act?” Antonio asked again, his voice cracked as he spoke, his words broke.

He sniffed even harder. A wince and sob breaking off his voice as he cut his gaze from mine.and I felt more miserable at this moment knowing I betrayed Antonio; I betrayed my self-esteem; I wasn't worth anything. My father was right selling me to settle his debt and happiness, because I may have acted high and elegant, but this was what I was, a snitch who had driven a knife into the chest of the one man who put his life on the line for me.

“He didn't force  me; we didn't have sex, but...”

“No!” antonio screamed. Cutting me off mid-word, more tears streaked off him; his hands had clutched hard to his sides, grabbing the towel wrapped around his torso firmly.

“he did not force me... I …..”

“I don't want to hear this crap, Isabella! Do not lie for him; he forced you; he did...he cut you...you are covered in blood, Isa; do not give me this shit.” He snapped breaking down into a harsher sob. Crying line with the same boy when he was seventeen.

The man before me, the rugged man, the same person who killed for Luca, the right-hand man to the most dangerous male to ever exist, a man who had probably bathed in the blood of a hundred and thousand deaths, was sobbing before me.

“Antonio…” I slurred out his name; he raised his gaze slowly to settle with mine. He knew the truth: he loved me, but I betrayed him, and he knew Luca didn't force me; that like the cheap whore I was, I gave myself off to him.

“Don't say it... please. "¡No nos hagas esto, Isabella, por favour no... te amo!” He pleaded, wrecked and yearning for me as he staggered, cupping my face with his shaky palms pressed on my cheeks.

His breaths became irregular, erratic. The pounding of his heart growing louder in the room as his tear-filled eyes settled into mine, pain gnawed at my insides as I pulled myself free from his touch, watching in despair as his hands fell to his sides; I ruined him. I would have... I had... but I couldn't let him die because of my mistakes and foolishness. I could turn that on a risk, knowing how dangerous Luca was.

“I gave myself to him willingly, Antonio.” I broke out; a cry broke off his lips as he retreated from me, panting louder. Crying heavier. His feet gave in, and he fell to his knees, his fists against the cold tiles.

“I'm married now, and I like him…So whatever we had...or shared ends now, Antonio. ' I'm sorry you feel used. But I never loved you…My father has the right to chase you away; what would I want with a man like you… I am Ricci now, your boss' wife.”

My voice sounded foreign to me as the word slipped off my tongue. My heart thudded fast and hard against my ribcage. I fought hard to have my tears held in; I couldn't bear to lower my gaze, knowing I'd be ruined at the sight of Antonio crying out his heart.

“I love you, Isabella. Please don't...,”  he called after me as I picked up my robe and headed toward the door.

 “Don't lay a finger on me. I never loved you and never would. Maybe you should have been born a Ricci, maybe if you had power and fame, I'd belong to you... but you don't, and I wouldn't settle for a mess like you. I retorted, and coldly jerked his hands off my feet, my mind racing as I stormed out the door, the cries of Antonio trailing behind me.