It had been a week since I fled from Salvador’s men. Antonio and his men have been nothing but good to me. Alberta took care of my wound and it healed neatly, she however tried to avoid me most of the time. Whenever Antonio went out and I was alone with her, I tried to engage her in conversations to find out more about Antonio but she simply says “I’m not allowed to talk about this”
I took a stroll down the river bank out of boredom. The sun reflecting sharply on the river surface, inviting me for a swim. I fetched a handful of the water and washed my face, it was warm so I decided to swim. I took off my blouse and pulled down my pants, then did some form of stretches to straighten my bones before I dived into the water. My parents had ensured I took swimming lessons since I was a baby making me love the feel of water on my skin always.
Talking of parents, I wondered how they were doing, if they noticed I was gone, if they missed me or if my dad was looking for me, were his men looking for me? and if so, was it because he needed me to be safe and to remind me of how much he loved me or it was because he was equally angry about Salvador’s death. The thought evaded my mind as I dived deeper into the water. For some reason, I didn’t want to be found, I feared my dad as much as I loved him, I also feared Salvador’s men. Maybe I should just remain under the water.
I inhaled sharply allowing the water to flow down my nostrils, I opened my eyes and released all the tension from my body allowing me to sink deeper into the river. Suddenly I felt someone’s arms under mine, then I was being yanked up to the surface of the water, I couldn’t breathe. The water had filled my nose and mouth causing me to start coughing. I was dragged ashore as I continued to cough vigorously to clear my airways.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Antonio screamed “Do you want to die? What’s your problem?” He continued, but I had no explanation, he didn’t even wait for one, he just walked away his drenched clothes sticking to his body. He seemed obviously angry and I did not even understand why, but I grabbed my dry clothes from the ground nearby and run after him.
“I am sorry Antonio, it’s not what you think” he kept walking.
“Can you wait up” I pleaded still running after him.
“How was your swim” Alberta asked when I walked up behind Antonio into the living room.
“Just fine” I responded bluntly and followed Antonio right into his room.
“I said I’m sorry” I said to him, he stood with hands on his hips looking out the window
“I’m sorry.” I said again hanging my head. He finally turned and without taking his eyes off, he started walking towards me. His strong abdominal muscles had created a pattern in his shirt as it hugged his body. I noticed an expression on his face I couldn’t really interpret. He looked angry, confused, empathetic and bossy all at once with an iota of desire hiding somewhere in-between. As he walked closer, my eyes focused on the huge erection in his pants. I swallowed the saliva that had gathered in my mouth just before his hand came around my neck. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered a similar encounter with Salvador a couple of days ago, but Antonio’s grip was gentle, soft and with care. I swallowed hard as I tried to erase the desire from my thoughts.
“Look at me” he ordered and I obeyed without hesitation. I suddenly felt my body melt under his gaze. I noticed his lips for the first time, they were attractive and I wanted to feel it against mine.
“You on mine now Marcella and you remain under my watch and protection until that contract is annulled. You have no right to cause harm to yourself do you hear me”. I shook my head, I understand he is protecting me but I hated that he felt I was some kind of property. He let go of my neck and cupped my cheeks in both hands, I shook my head to free it from his hands.
“Everything about you belongs to me” “You are mine!” There was something about how he said it that made me melt deeper into his hands, I could feel a throbbing sensation in-between my legs. I moaned quietly, or rather loudly.
He was a couple of inches taller than me, I felt my toes lift up so I was standing on tippy toes, this way I could smell his minty breath making me want to kiss him. I shook the thoughts off
Antonio’s face was so close to mine now, his minty breathe saturating my senses, then, he kissed me. It was quick and short, leaving me longing for more.
I lifted myself higher on tippy toes, wanting to kiss him back, my eyes shut tightly when an image of Michael suddenly formed in my mind’s eye, a rush of guilt flooding my mind.
“I do not belong to you” I said in what seemed like a whisper. “What we have is an arrangement, and when this is over I’m going to find Michael and be his wife.” I clarified. Since being kidnapped from Vegas, I have not heard from Michael, I don’t know how he is doing, my dad had ensured I had no form of communication with him. I missed him a lot.
Antonio just smiled, I guess my pounding heart and desire for him gave out way more than I intended. I was soon trapped in his droning ice cold eyes, I looked down at his lips while biting on mine, I yearning for him. I was lost in my desire for him that I didn’t realize our lips were just a few inches apart, and before I knew it, he grabbed my neck and crashed our lips together, a gush of pussy juice running down my thighs. My breath increased, so did my desire for him, I needed him and I could tell he wanted me to. I tried to match up with his intensity, as he explored my mouth, a soft moan escaped my mouth. He was a good kisser. He slowly nibbled on my lower lips, my legs felt like jelly and my soul melting in his arms.
Suddenly he broke the kiss, my eyes were still closed and my mouth slightly open from desire in an attempt to catch my breath. He leaned closer and whispered in my ear “I am going to show you who you belong to princess. Now go to bed” he ordered.
MARCELLA’S POV“I brought you breakfast” Zak said as he stepped into the room. I turned briefly to acknowledge his presence then brought my attention back to the window where I had been siting for the last three or four hours watching the sun rise.“it’s a really bright day” he added then set the tray on the bed beside me and walked to the other side of the window. “You know starving yourself wouldn’t change anything right?” he asked in a tone that made me even more determined to continue my hunger strike.I was weak, I was dizzy and I was hungry but I was equally too stubborn to accept the reality, me starving myself for three days has yielded no results. At each meal time, Zak would bring a plate to my room, I watched each plate with wet appetite determined not to break my fast.I shifted on the bed in a painfully slow manner, every muscle ached and every bone had become stiff. My ankle was sore from the un-relieving pressure of the chains around it, a few blisters hard formed from
MARCELLA’S POVA throbbing headache woke me up, I shifted uneasily on the bed and tried to get up, that was when I realized the shackles on my feet. I tagged desperately on the chains that held me bound, but it fitted tightly around my ankle and the other end secured to the foot end of the bed. There was no escape, I slapped my forehead in frustration knowing I was stuck here, my family wouldn’t come to my rescue, no, not in the face of countless threats from Salvador and Zak. Through the window, I could see the dark skies, no stars, no moon, just pitch-black sky, there was no hope, I was stuck here with Salvador.I coiled back into the bed, tears immediately soaked the pillow, Salvador knew I wouldn’t survive if I tried to escape, yet he had to do the extra by keeping me bound. I had accepted my fate, knowing I was in this alone, this time not even Antonio would be able to find me.I wondered if he was back in Italy, if he knew what had happened, would he even bother looking for me
ANTONIO'S POVWe spent the rest of the day searching the house for any clues Alberta may have left behind to guide our search. Aside the dusty surfaces, the house looked well arranged, she seemed to have taken her time to clean up and put things in order before leaving. This also threatens to prove Alvarez’s theory that, Alberta left on her own accord and was indeed determined not to be found.I stepped into Alberta’s room hoping to find any clues of her whereabouts but the empty room only made my heart sink with disappointment. I walked around the empty room for a while before accepting the reality and stepping out. The guest room where mother occupied now was to the left of Albertas room. The door was slightly ajar and I spotted mom sleeping soundly. I tiptoed into the room and gave her a goodnight kiss before adjusting the duvet over her shoulders. She looked tired and deserved the rest, so I sneaked back out making sure not to wake up.“Bratva” Alvarez called just as I stepped out
ANTONIO'S POVIt was raining heavily when we arrived in Italy, it was the most uncomfortable and longest ride of my life. I was anxious, I was worried, we hadn’t heard from Alberta in days. The events that took place in Spain made me certain something could be wrong, Alberta’s sister suddenly disappeared, we couldn’t find Jessica and her best friend was also killed in the shootout at my Abuela’s burial. Something was definitely wrong and I couldn’t figure it out.The ride home was quite slow because of the rain, I held my mother’s hand tightly and was grateful she agreed to come with us back to Italy. I would never have forgiven myself if she had refused and I had to leave her behind. What if something happened to her? what if the men after me and Albertas family hurt her? There was nothing left for us back in Spain, fathers mafia was now totally useless, and I needed to keep my mother close to me so I can protect her.I will rebuild father’s mafia; I can’t just allow his legacy to be
MARCELLA’S POV I soon found my self seated at the back of Salvadors SUV. I felt I had been in this situation before a few months ago, except this time, in different cloths, my hair was a mess and I hadn’t showered in two days. The seat beside me dipped as Salvador occupied it, a serious expression on his face as he slammed the door shut. “Don’t fucking do that again!” He scolded immediately he sat in the car. I just scoffed and folded my arms across my chest.”and don’t do that either” he added as the car came to life and zoomed out of the compound. “…do what?” I chuckled with a shrug, then went ahead to fold my arms again. “…that, that right there. The attitude, I am your husband!” He growled. “I don’t acknowledge that, and I am never going to accept it” I replied. “Well, then I guess we will have to do this the hard way!” He said then instantly pinned me to the seat with his masculinity, he started wrapping a duct tape around my wrist, binding then together behind me. “
MARCELLA’S POV We had been sitting for a little over two hours, all eyes fixed on my father, who seemed unconcerned. Mother held unto his hand tightly with a pleading look, but father remained unbothered. He wasn’t going to drop his pride, he wasn’t going to let go of ego and confess to me. “El Russo, speak?” Salvador asked in a demanding way when it had become obvious father wasn’t going to talk. “Alright then, I will take my wife…” He added pulling me up by the arm. “…and leave” “I am not going anywhere with you Alphonse!” I protested, clinging tightly to my seat as Alphonse tried to pull me up. “You are only going to make things complicated for your family. You either come with me now or…” “Or what?…” I snapped back at Alphonse. “What would happen huh, tell me!” I yelled courageously even though every cell within my brain screamed fear. “I owe you nothing! What ever arrangements you have is between you and El Russo, leave me out of it” “You are only a part of the debts
MARCELLA’S POV We sat motionless as the Mexicans paraded my fathers manor. I had no idea what had happened to the security men outside, but for now, it was just us against these ruthless men. Salvador did a complete walk around the table and stopped behind my mother’s chair. She looked terrified, her hand shakily came to her face as she wiped tears from her eyes. Salvador picked a picture or two from the table and looked at them carefully. “Sophia right?” He asked no one in particular. “Pfft, I never even got to meet her” he chuckled , putting the pictures down. “I woke up that day with a huge bandage on my abdomen, and I didn’t understand what was happening, I was too young! Too young to give consent for my body parts to be removed” he said in a tone that sounded almost like a scream. “When I was old enough to understand what had happened, I was very upset with my father, and no matter how he tried to convince me it was a good deal, I could never understand how a parent co
MARCELLA’S POV I turned abruptly towards to door, my heart beating loudly in my chest. ‘No. Theres no way, that cant be…’ I thought. My hands trembled and my palms became sweaty, I took a step back as the man got closer. “Hello! Wifey” Salvador said with a broad annoying smile. I was absolutely dumbfounded, fear stricken and in shock. I couldn’t decide my next words and Salvador was already at the table directly in front of me. He stood tall like a god that commands worship, his intimidating eyes pierced straight through mine. The smirk on his face left me totally confused, Was he angry? Was he pretending to be happy to meet me? What were his plans? “Don’t be too shocked” he said bringing his hands to my mouth. “Close your mouth …” he added guiding me to press my lips together as I didn’t realize they were wide open in disbelief. ‘This can’t be real, I have been hallucinating a lot lately, theres no way this is real’ I thought, then went ahead to pinch my arm. I winced s
MARCELLA’S POV Mother was still sobbing, Alejandro was rubbing her shoulders, in an attempt to comfort her. ‘Maybe that’s why he was their favorite child’. I thought, my fist clinched hard as I resisted every urge to rush to my mothers side. After a while she gathered composure, used a napkin to wipe her face and cleared her throat. I saw father brush a tiny drop of tear from the corner of his eyes, and I tried so hard to hide the shock on my face. In my twenty six years on earth, I had never seen El Russo sheared a tear and whatever this story was, my father seem to relate to it quite well as he wiped yet another tear from his eye. He tried to hide his little moment of weakness but it was too obvious, the great El Russo dropped not just a tear, but two. I drunk some water as mother cleared her throat again and begun to speak. “That little girls name was Sophia, our first child…” my eyes widened in shock, the water in my mouth spout out covering the plates before me. My broth