Lahat ng Kabanata ng Craving His Father’s Wife: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

LOTTIE I lay on the bed for a long time, my whole body shaking. The skin on my neck burned where his fingers had squeezed me. The small broken pieces of glass from the lamp lay scattered across the floor and the bedsheets. I was going to die. If I did not do something, I was going to die in this house in less than a week. I sat up slowly, my legs trembling as my feet touched the floor. I wiped the tears from my cheeks with my hands, trying to stop the shaking in my chest. I knew I had said I was done with Viktor. I knew I had blocked his number and told him to stay away from me. But he was the only man in this city who could stop Leo and Peppe. He was the only man who could save me. I walked over to the small table near the closet where my phone sat. My fingers shook so hard I almost dropped the phone on the floor as I tapped the screen. I unblocked his number first. My hands were wet with sweat as I clicked on his name and hit the call button. I brought the phone up

VIKTOR The referee dropped his hand. “Go!” The big guy came at me with a slow left jab. I stepped inside the punch, slipped my right arm around his head, and hit him hard in the ribs. He grunted and backed up. I did not let him breathe. I pressed forward, threw a left hook to his jaw, and followed it with a straight right to his nose. Bone cracked. Blood hit the canvas floor. The crowd yelled, but the noise sounded far away, like I was underwater. All I could see was Peppe’s face. All I could hear was Lottie telling me to leave. The big guy stumbled back against the ropes. “Hey, hold on—” he spit out. I stepped in and hit him again. A hard right to his cheek. His head snapped back. His legs went soft, and he hit the wooden floor hard on his back. The referee jumped between us, holding his hands up. “That is it! Fight is over! Step back!” I pushed the referee out of the way. I got on top of the big guy on the floor. I grabbed his shirt collar with my left han

VIKTORMy hands remained behind me even if I’d broken free from the chains already. You know, sealing the act and all.I sat back against the wall, trying to ignore the body pains, as Marco and his men discussed in front of me. They sent looks my way, their eyes filled with hate.“I want to waste him like he’s wasted my friend. I’m not having any compassion, and I don’t give a fuck about who he is. He can be in the mafia all he wants, he’s still under our territory here. Stop being a fucking pussy.” He grabbed the gun off Marco’s hand and pushed him back, stepping up to me. I didn’t move an inch where I sat.His eyes were full of pain. If I had a heart, one that didn’t just fucking respond to Lottie alone, maybe I would have imagined how he was feeling right now, feel sorry for him somehow.But I sat there without a trace of emotion on my face, siding up the man. He was short, lean, easy to handle. My throat bobbed with anticipation when I thought about how satisfying it would be to t

LOTTIE“Get up. You’re lucky Igor… what the hell…”I froze midway climbing the wall. Shit.“Accidenti, questa ragazza ha proprio voglia di morire.” I heard Leo mutter under this breath. (Damn, this girl really has a death wish).“I’m not… I just wanted to…”“Jump down.”My eyes widened. “What?”I heard a gun cock behind me and let out a gasp when I almost missed my footing. The wall had bumps, which I had discovered were there for this escape cause… but these bumps had gotten weak. The moment I slipped, the bump under my leg gave way, and my leg scratched against the wall, drawing blood.“Please! Per favore, I’m going to die if I jump… it’s too high.”“I don’t give a fuck. You have to jump in ten seconds, or I’ll shoot. I’ll start the countdown now. You wanted to play smart with me, right?”Shoulders shaking with endurance, I stared upwards and saw that the window was just three steps ahead. I could’ve glanced down, but I knew I was going to tumble to the ground if I tried it.“One.

LOTTIETwo days passed since we returned to the estate. Two days of silently sitting in my room and trying to forget everything that had happened in that cellar.I sat on the edge of my bed in the dim room. I stared at the floorboards. The door clicked open, and Vittoria stepped inside. She closed the door softly behind her and walked across the rug, sitting right beside me on the mattress.“You look pale, Lottie,” she said. Her voice sounded calm.“I am fine,” I replied, my eyes fixed on my hands.Vittoria shook her head. She took my hand in hers, and her fingers felt warm against my skin.“You do not have to hide anything from me,” she said. She reminded me that she already saw us in the hallway days ago and that she held no anger toward us. “I am not here to yell at you.”I let out a shaky breath and tears stung my eyes. The guilt finally broke through my defenses.“Please forgive me,” I whispered. The words pushed past my tight throat. “I know he is your brother. I shouldn’t have…