MARCELLAS POV
“Hello? Mom?” I called through the phone, I could hear the relief and joy in her voice as she responded.
“Baby, where are you my love”
“I can’t tell you mom, but I’m safe and…”
“Are you out of your mind?” Antonio yelled yanking the phone from my hands.
“What the hell!” I yelled back
“I told you no fucking phone calls without my knowledge. Why the hell will you do that?”
“I needed to call my mom, its being weeks and she’s probably crying herself to death”
“I don’t give a fuck about that Marcella. Do you realize what you have just done?” He questioned, slamming the phone on the table just as Alberta walked in.
“Forgive me sir I must have left the phone unattended.” Alberta apologized.
“This not your fault Alberta, just stay out of it.” he assured her
“…and it’s my fault?” I questioned “It’s my fault I can’t choose whom to marry? It’s my fault I have to hide even from my own parents? It’s my fucking fault my life is miserable now?”
“Don’t be pathetic, you agreed to the terms of staying here, and right now your actions may have just exposed our location.”“I missed my mother. I missed home!” I retorted.
“I understand, but you still have to bear the consequences of your actions.
“You’re going to get punished marcella.” He said staring straight at me. “I hope you understand this.” I shook my head.
“You mean you didn’t read the entire contract?” He questioned worriedly.
I shook my head again as I saw Alberta walk away. The atmosphere suddenly became tense. I couldn’t place a description on the look on Antonios face. I tilted my head subconsciously in attempt to read his expression, that’s when I noticed he looked lean than he was when I first saw him. He had traces of worry on his face. He looked like he needed some sleep and a break from his hectic schedule.
“When was the last time you slept?” I blurted out. He turned away from me before replying:
“Don’t worry about it” he said blankly
“You need some sleep Antonio, you have men all over the parameter, you deserve a break.”
“I said don’t worry about it.” He repeated without turning. I walked up behind him, then I hugged him from behind.
“I appreciate the protection, but you need to rest. Come on…” I encouraged holding him by the hand and dragging him behind me, without hesitation he followed my lead. Just when we arrived at the entrance of his bedroom, he swinged me around and brought my face so close to his. I could smell the familiar minty breath. He smiled then kissed my forehead. I smiled back and raised myself on tippy toes before kissing his lips shyly.
He giggled at my attempt to reach his height, and without notice he slammed his lips into mine. I returned the kiss passionately as I tried to savor all the taste I could find in his mouth. Then suddenly, he pushed me back.
“Take off your cloths and lay on the bed princess, you’re going to get punished.” I didn’t know what he meant but I was excited to be in his bed. I hurriedly pulled down my jeans and T shirt. I hopped onto the bed with a big smile plastered on my face. Antonio walked to a drawer nearby and brought out a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs and a red ball, I panicked and he could tell.
“It’s okay princess I will be gentle.” he assured then locked both of my wrist to the handcuffs and positioned them above my head before placing the red ball in my hands.
“When this becomes too much for you to handle, just drop the ball.” He instructed. I nodded in anticipation as Antonio settled inbetween my legs.
“Spread them for me he ordered.” My legs obeyed before my mind could assimilate what he had said. My breath increased as my pussy begun pulsating vigorously. He gently slid two fingers into my pussy, I breathed heavily as the tension building up between my thighs got more intense. He started thrusting his fingers in and out of my pussy, as his pace increased,his focus remained on my vaginal opening. A smirk formed on his face when my walls tightened.
“You cannot cum till I ask you to”
“Huh”
“You cannot fucking cum without my permission” he repeated.
My head did a little spin as I tried to hold back the orgasm I felt building up. He didn’t stop, his fingers kept thrusting in and out of my pussy, as I felt another orgasm approach. He cupped one of my breasts in his hands and gave it a hard squeeze, pussy juices flooded the bed as I felt it wet my ass. He brought his attention to my clit and started rubbing it. My heart rate increased as my thighs started shaking from so much pleasure.
“May I cum now please?” I heard myself plead.
“No, you may not”. He replied and just like that, he stopped everything.
“What the fuck! Don’t stop please.”
“That’s your punishment princess, don’t make calls without my permission.” He said unhooking my habds from the cuffs before walking out of the room. I brought my hands to my pussy in an attempt to satisfy the urge that had built up , but as if on cue,he poked his head through the door.
“…and don’t try to finish without my permission princess. You are mine, read the contract!”
I was frustrated, I needed a release. I was angry with myself for letting him leave me hanging again. I got up and stormed out of the room fully naked and I didn’t care.
“You need to wear something” Alberta said as I passed her.
“No, I won’t, no one can tell me what to do. I am my own person” I replied and kept walking. I walked down stairs into the living room only to meet an army of men with their guns pointing at each other. Antonio quickly grabbed a sheet from the sofa to cover my nakedness.
“Uncle Tee? Alejandro? how did you find me? I asked confused.
“Hello sis” my brother Alejandro called.
“Come with us, your father is waiting at home.” Uncle Tee informed me.
“I’m not going anywhere with you”
“It’s okay marcella we’re here to take you home”. My uncle Tyronne assured.
“I’m not leaving this place, and stop pointing your fucking guns at us.” I yelled.
“Don’t let this get any complicated than it already is” Uncle Tee said cocking his gun, immediately triggering Antonio’s men and the remaining of dad’s men to cock their guns too. The atmosphere became quiet as the men kept their guns aimed at each other.
“You can’t come into my house and point a fucking gun at me and my family. I’m going to repeat myself only once, keep your weapons off my face.” Antonio said the veins on his neck becoming eminent as his authoritative aura filled the room.
“Shit! get down…” Alejandro shouted as a single gunshot fired through the window. Antonio held onto me tightly as his shirt got soaked with blood.
“You’re bleeding Antonio” I said just as my feet became numb and vision became dark.
MARCELLA’S POVZak was still pacing, his hands occasionally brushing through his hair. “You don’t get to pull that off again” he warned. I remained silent and it annoyed him more.“Say something you motherfucking piece of shit!” he said slamming a fist into the bed, this caused me to jerk a little but I remained unshaken.“Fine, don’t say anything, I’m just gonna leave, I’ve been here for too long, I don’t want Salvador to start looking around for me.” He informed me then picked up the dustbin again and started walking away. I ceased the opportunity to tuck the piece of glass I had stollen under my pillow.“Why?” I asked just as he reached the door. He turned around and walked back towards me.“Why what?” he asked confused“Why do you work for him if you fear him this much” I dared to ask.“You shouldn’t concern yourself with that” he said simply then turned away.“What does he have on you” I pressed on, He froze in his tracks. “you’re a man too, equally feared and reverend when Salvad
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. “