Married to my master のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Living in the Vadurgo family house hold has always made it a problem for me to live life the way I want. I always wanted one thing from life that my father didn't allow. Okay thinking about it, I've always wanted two things. One I wanted a boyfriend and two, I wanted to experience sex with my said boyfriend. But after Alberto was murdered in cold blood, on my bed, while we were both still getting naked. It shook me to the core. I was only seventeen at the time, and having my boyfriend die on top of me while we were about to have sex damaged a part of me and I don't think I'd ever be fully myself again. Rest in peace Alberto.Now why I'm I telling you this? Well as I was staring into Diablo's eyes, naked. I realized something. My father is one, afraid of him and two Diablo has already married me. Three I am allowed to have sex now, whenever I want. I've never been a fan of marriage like I became in that moment. It's a joy and a relief to know that I can finally have sex. I know I'm be

A prisoner is what I can call myself right now. Herman had denied anyone from giving me the privilege of being free to use my own hands and walk around aimlessly. I've been tied up for two hours. It's going to take at least fifteen hours from where we are to New York. So approximately he wants me to just seat here for thirteen hours more.Oh did I mention we are heading towards New York? Well isn't that shocking? What are the odds that the only place I considered safe is where his hive is. Worst part is he didn't let Dante come near me after he told me where we were headed and why. Diablo is such a narcissist. I stared blankly at the roof of the jet from my surprisingly comfortable plush and let me not forget, luxurious jet seat which I hate so much. Sigh. Finding the ceiling boring I looked up ahead at the navy blue seats, a yard from where I was seating, at the men now watching football on the flat screen TV. Dante had forgotten about me, he was cheering for this team that wore a

I pushed Dante away and was about to slap some sense into him when a whirlwind beat me to it. Diablo had literally come out of no where, delivering a punch to him.And he didn't stop there. The sequence of punches that followed were heart stopping. In that moment, I witnessed what kind of monster lays under that beautiful exterior. My ears where ringing and not just because I was witnessing another man bleeding because of me but because there was someone screaming so loudly next to me. A dozen men rushed past me to stop the fight and four of them slumped on the ground when Diablo handed them a piece of his mind. And who was screaming? Is it me? Oh god it is.I covered my mouth with my hand, just as one of the men was helping Dante from the room. He smiled at me, then winked even if his face was probably on fire and covered in blood. Diablo was about to follow past when his eyes locked with mine. He stalked up to me and they let him. They just stood there around the tiny room waiting t

A blinding lite. Tires screeching loudly.A white ceiling. Masked faces.Light and then silence. My eyes opened slowly as I came back to reality and found myself in an odd room. Where am I? Looking around I took in the room. The lights where dim, but some light was sipping into the room from the space in between the blinds. My hand had an cannula embedded in it. Without an IV running. There was a yellow cap holding it closed. I stared at it for a second. Was I in a hospital?I heard a couple of people pass by my door but no one came in. Then a particular set of voices got louder until they were right outside my hospital room door."We need to speak with her, it's important that take her statement", the woman spoke in a demanding tone. Like she's in a hurry."I understand officer, but she needs a few hours of rest. She suffered a really bad knock to the head and hasn't been conscious since", a soft voice spoke now. She must be the nurse.The door suddenly started to open and two wome

"Thea?! Knock knock knock".Grace said, knocking three times. I wondered why people do that. They knock and tell you they are knocking. The door opened and I heard her ask," Is this a bad time?" The minute she saw my position on the bed. I was sleeping with my ass in the air, the covers draped over me halfway.I shook my head yes but she didn't leave. Instead she came into the room and shut the door behind her."Stomach aches?" She asked and I gave her another nod. "Can you lay down on your back and let me check?" I did as she said, ignoring the pain. She made her way quickly around the bed and sat down besides me before she started checking my tummy."Does it hurt when I touch here", she pushed four of her fingers down on my belly, right below my chest cavity. I shook my head no. "What about here" she did the same at the sides, closest to my back. I shook my head no. She then placed her fingers above my navel and I winced. She lowered them from there a little and I winced again when