All Chapters of Don Theron's Police Wife : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

This mansion is fucking big and I hate it.Surely, Theron can't be the only one living here. I recall seeing a lot of people on his side of the hall on the miserable day I got married to him.He could have paid those people though, who knows?I spent the rest of the day in my room, heading out when I needed to eat, and trying to ignore Nico's stupid grin whenever he followed me out of the room.I tolerate his big body peering behind me until later in the evening.I told him I needed some lady time so he stepped out of the room.The giant must be thinking I want to bathe but…Lady time = Finding the safe time.I'm not sure where the safe is located in this room but I do know that it's in here.Not that I have any particular reason for wanting to know where it is, but I yearn to find some sort of evidence against this monster.Something that grants me my freedom.And it's definitely not because I fear that I might fall in love with this criminal if he keeps touching me.I hate being con

“You can't be Custode dell'Onore!” My eyes dart to the side, meeting with the twisted face of my white-headed uncle.He has to be joking, that position is mine and it's not up for debate.The room is filled with murmurs, the men of the Graves family are all gathered at this long, black table.It's that time of the year where we come together to restrategize against our enemies, keeping our legacy thriving.And since the previous Custode dell’Onore passed away, it's finally time to elect another.“Isn't the position for the strong, married men of the Graves family?” I ask, moving my chair from side to side.All eyes move towards me, but my gaze is fixed on the man on my left.“Yes, but you have committed an abomination, we can't trust you with such a position!” He barks.My uncle has the guts to raise his voice at me. But since he's been the acting protector of the legacy, I'll allow it.“Theron, you shouldn't have married that police daughter. You know our family thrives on murders a

Fire courses through my body, my eyes are shooting out with anger. My body hardens but my gaze is calculated, and calm. “Who did this?” I query, suppressing the urge to break something. The atmosphere thickens with Nico’s silence. His eyes flicker with anxiety but from the way his hands curl around his groin, I know exactly what he's thinking. The bastard knows who it is but he's hesitant to tell me. My eyes dart towards the broken pieces of the portrait now laying out on the floor, like it is being arranged back into shape. That portrait is the last picture I have of my father just before his death. Now, it's gone. The fury in me swirls round my body, moving from my nostrils to my spine. "Stai iniziando a provare compassione per il mio prigioniero?” I inquired distracted, my gaze still on the shattered portrait Have you started to feel compassion for my captive? “Never boss. Elettra did this,” He utters, his voice warbling with fear. The fear of me hurting him. But as

The cool air from the window behind me makes the hair on my neck rise.I lean forward, picking up a glass of brandy as I watch the artist smear and join pieces of the portrait together.His red beret looks like it's about to fall off his head from all that turning he's doing.“If you pull this off nicely, then maybe I won't murder your sister,” I snicker, watching the artist suddenly freeze.He sticks a tongue out, driving it over his big lips before slipping it back in. I reckon that's his go to move when he's scared.I watch him fiddle with some pieces and in no time, the lower half of my father's red suit is back together–like it was never broken.That makes me nod my head in pleasure.“Don, it's time,” Nico's voice comes, loud but measured.My eyes dart across the room, finding Nico's at the door.I stride towards the door, picking my coat from the bed.Thanks to that silly girl, I have to restock my wardrobe.Turns out the picture wasn't the only thing she ruined, and that makes

My eyelids snap open and I'm met with thick darkness yet again.This is the fourth time I'm falling asleep, hoping that this is all just some bad dream but it isn't.I'm trapped in here, and I don't know when I'll be free.My stomach hurts so bad and I feel like throwing up, but I can't throw up my intestines now, can I?My body has grown weak in the last hour, and my throat is burning for a drop of water.My eyes slam shut as tears trickle down my face, I'm really tired and I'd do anything to see even a spot of light.This darkness is thick air, I can't breathe anymore.My last source of hope went down the drain when my battery went flat.I don't know if he heard me or not, and it's fucking hard to hang on to the hope of him coming to save me.I need to find a way out of here but how?There are literally no doors around, and there's no window either. The only opening for air is the dirty pipe that transmits waste from this room outside.I sob harder, my body feeling clammy from all t