Page 26 of DeLuca: The Devil

DOMENIC

It’s been a fucking week since Giada spoke to me. It’s been two weeks since she looked at me. I know I shouldn’t have done what I did. I’ve tried to apologize, but she won’t listen. I force her to have dinner with me nightly, but her eyes never leave her plate. I demand she sleep in my bed, but there may as well be a wall between us. She said she hates me, and I believe that completely. The last words she spoke to me were, “Send me to Enzo. I’d rather be his prisoner.”

As The Saint reminded me, that's because physical pain can be easier for some people to endure than emotional pain. Followed by, “Good job, Asshole. She was cracked, and now she’s completely shattered.”

Giada walks in and sits at the dining room table. My chef Mario places plates in front of us.

She smiles at him, “Thank you.”

When he leaves the room, I say, “Giada. We need to talk.”

As always, I don’t get a response, she simply eats as quickly as she can. Anything to get away from me with lightning speed.

“Bellissima, please. Baby, let me tell you how sorry I am. I know I crossed a line.”

Folding her arms over her chest she shakes her head, “It doesn’t matter Domenic. I was a stupid girl, falling for a man that could never love me back. You win. I feel nothing for you anymore. Domenic, you can go straight to hell where you belong.”

Chapter Nineteen

GIADA

The last few days have kept Domenic busy. I put my plan into motion, and now I’m going to sneak out and run for my life. I stole five hundred dollars from his dresser, which will have to get me wherever I’m going to go. Nobody will imagine me on a Greyhound bus, so that’s the plan. How I’m going to get to a bus station undetected I have no clue. One step at a time.

I go downstairs, with the money tucked into my bra, and see Marc. I’m no fool. I can’t sneak out without him knowing.

“I’m going out back to get air. Domenic said it was okay.”

He nods, “Very well, Mrs. De Luca.”

I stop myself from rolling my eyes and go outside. Walking around the yard, I stop to smell the flowers, aiming for a casual look. Slowly, I make it into the woods covered by the trees. Once I’m sure no one is coming for me, I run. I have no idea which way to go, but I have to try. I don’t want to be Domenic De Luca’s wife. I’m running in search of normalcy.

I get about ten minutes of freedom when I hear him.

“I warned you once. I warned you twice. Run, little wife. We can play hide and seek. Wherever I find you, I fuck you.”

My heart pounds in my ears as I try to hide behind a tree.

“Bellissima, I can smell your fear. I’ll use it to track your scent.”

I move from tree to tree, trying to get more distance from him. But it’s no use, as I hear his footsteps come closer.

I decide not to bother trying to hide where I am and just run as fast and as far as I can. That’s a huge mistake. There’s a big rock I don’t see in front of me, I trip over it and smack my face on a fallen tree. Domenic grabs my ankles and pulls me to him, rips my yoga pants down, followed by my panties while I squirm trying to get away from him, “I warned you, Wife. I said what I’d do and now I will.”

“Domenic don’t! Let me go! I don’t want this marriage. I don’t want you!”

He presses his palm on my chest, holding me down, and forces his hand between my legs, pushing two fingers inside me.

“You don’t want me? Is that why you’re so wet, Bellissima?”

Removing his fingers from me, he undoes his belt and pants with one hand, and slams his cock inside me.

“Fuck. I missed this warm, wet, cunt.”

Turning my head to the side, I avoid looking at him, “I hate you.”

“I know you do, baby. I also know I can still make you come.”

He pulls out and pushes back into me. A moan slips out of my mouth. My body is a traitorous bitch.

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