Page 53 of Revenge Vows

“I lost my appetite,” I scowl. His eyes are on me as I turn on my heel and walk up the stairs.

Your death will be slow and drawn out, Viper; just wait you snake.

Your beloved brothers will sit back and watch helplessly as the life drains out of your eyes, and the best part is that they won’t be able to lift a finger to save you, even if they want to.

By making the cops back off, I have gained his trust. He’ll come to me tonight, and we will fuck without any objection from me.

I’ll whisper into his ears, caress his back, and take his bites bravely, even enjoy them. I’ll wait for the time when he is least alert, and it’s then that I shall strike.

I get to my room and find Mary waiting at the door. She rolls her eyes, unimpressed.

I smile at her and clap. “Mary darling, don’t just stand around. I have another long night ahead of me. Run me a bath.”

After my bath, I have her tie my hair up in a bun he can easily untangle and hold onto when he takes me. My hair is one of his favorite things to pull on when he is inside me. The thought of him pulling at my hair sends shivers down my spine, but I hold them in and clear my throat, hoping Mary doesn’t notice.

I look at the messy bun. “Perfect.” I turn to Mary. “You should go now. Thank you for your services.” I chuckle.

With a smile on her face, she rolls her eyes before leaving the room. Almost immediately after she leaves, there is a knock on my door.

I quickly check my hair in the mirror and pull down the thin straps of my nightgown lower, showing off my shoulder blades.

I inhale and push out my chest.

Another knock comes. I exhale, and I clear my throat. “Come in,” I call out softly, raising my nightgown so it barely covers my thighs.

The door opens, and I freeze in embarrassment.

Donatello coughs and looks away as I fight to cover my body.

“Is this the wrong time?” he asks with his face averted.

“I don’t think a prisoner has a stake in what time her masters walk into her room,” I respond, fighting to pull the flimsy lace over my breasts and failing. Fuck!

“I’ll give you some time to umm—to—,” he pauses to find his words, “to get yourself together. I’ll be waiting just outside.”

I stand with my back turned, and when he leaves the room, I wince in embarrassment, running to the closet to look for a change of clothes.

Antonio, that bastard! Where on earth is he? And why the fuck is his brother here?”

I pause at the thought of the second question. Why isn’t he here?

During the time that I have been cooped up in this house I haven’t had any direct interaction with his brothers. Not a word, not a look. They just go around following Antonio’s orders and doing whatever he asks them to do with me.

As I slide on a blue, flowery dress, I look around quickly, scanning the room. I walk to the table, and I pick up a fork lying on it. Mary must have forgotten to pack it up after breakfast because it still has crumbs on it.

I lift my dress and slide the fork into my pocket. I smooth my fingers through my hair and look into the mirror one last time. No one is taking me out of here before I kill Antonio.

I walk out of my room to see Donatello standing by the door. I smile at him. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long?”

He doesn’t respond. His eyes dart from the top of my hair to the soles of my feet.

“Shall we take a walk around the grounds?”

“My husband doesn’t allow me outside the mansion,” I reply.

He frowns when the word “husband” leaves my mouth. I decide from now on that I’ll call Antonio my husband. I’ll never waste a chance to piss off a Russo.

“Surely it’s fine if you’re with me?” he asks tightly.

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