Page 45 of Ruining Vanessa

“Fuck that!” Giulio shouts, and I’m taken aback by the sheer vitriol. “She’s the one you want. She’s having my fucking babies. You’re going to get the Pavone-Bellini children of your dreams.” Giulio backs away from me and looks at his phone again. “We just have to scare her into submission some more. She’s gotten spoiled with how nice we’ve been to her.”

“No,” I protest, reaching out for him. “Don’t— Don’t do anything drastic, Giulio.”

Giulio slaps my hand away, grinning. “I’ve never done anything drastic in my life, Damien.” Then he laughs and heads toward the apartment door. “This is a great fucking idea, actually. Slayer’s gonna love it too.” He stops and laughs again, shoulders shaking. “Y’know, she once said I’d played my hand too early. That she knew how I worked.”

Shit. I know that expression on Giulio’s face. “I didn’t tell you about my…” I can’t even say the word. “I didn’t tell you to make you more upset with her,” I say feebly. Not that it matters once Giulio’s set his mind to something.

“I told her that my creativity knows no bounds.” Giulio licks his lips. “This’ll be fun. And it’s a win-win. She’ll never try to deny you ever again after this.”

I should stop him. I should go to Vanessa and protect her somehow.

“Ciao! I’ll call you when I need you,” Giulio says as he leaves.

But with the door closed, I have to admit—I want that, too. I want Vanessa to finally accept that she’s going to have Giulio’s children.

12

VANESSA

“Yo! We’re going on a field trip!” Giulio announces cheerfully.

I try to make myself as small as possible, but there’s nowhere to hide in this room. Especially not after Slayer had done a thorough search and removed the bed frame, leaving me with only the mattress on the floor and a thin blanket. He’d taken the sandals and the jeans, too.

There’s a set of bruises on one of my breasts from where he’d gripped me a little too hard.

The only good thing is that when he’d removed the bed frame, he’d had to remove the chain around my ankle as well, so I’ve been able to pace—for better or worse.

Although Giulio’s acting upbeat, I notice the smile isn’t reaching his eyes. He’s still mad at me. I can’t say I expected any differently. Even though he’d acted nonchalant after our make out session, he’d made it perfectly clear with his words that he hadn’t forgiven me at all. I don’t trust this cheer any more than I trust anything else they’ve done to me, and I can’t help but wonder if this is the next stage of what Giulio meant when he said he wasn’t done punishing me.

I haven’t seen Damien since then, either, which makes me feel guilty for reasons I can’t even comprehend. I should be happy I’ve gotten away with it this long, but I can only imagine the look on his face when he found out. He’s so desperate for a child, for reasons I don’t understand, and maybe… Maybe he just can’t stand to look at me.

But I’m not going to let that get to me. It’s not like I agreed to this. It’s not like I was given any choice at all.

“Where are we going?” I ask warily.

“That’s a surprise. The best things in life are surprises!” Giulio approaches me and extends his hand down to me. “Now come on, we’re wasting daylight.”

I don’t take his hand, instead getting to my feet without his aid. I keep my distance from him, though I know that if he orders me close, I’ll obey without needing to be told twice. I can’t risk pissing him off again, but there’s still that part of me that’s so afraid he’s going to lash out. He hasn’t been violent with me…

But his father had been plenty violent. I don’t know how much of that Giulio has in him.

Giulio laughs and puts an arm around my shoulders, forcing the issue. “Okay, Mama, I’d tell you to dress up a bit nicer but let’s be real, this is about as nice as you deserve.”

He squeezes my breast through the oversized shirt.

I blush. “Can I at least have pants?” I ask tentatively, trying not to squirm in his grasp but finding it hard to stay still. I don’t know what he’s up to, and that’s one of the biggest things about Giulio. He’s so impulsive and spontaneous that he’s difficult to read.

“Why bother?” Giulio pats the front of my pussy, the sheer panties doing nothing to soften the sensation. “You won’t need them where we’re going.”

That doesn’t bode well, but it could also just be him screwing with my head, too. Maybe we’re only going back to his condo again. He wouldn’t want to walk me up there with just the shirt and panties, not when his neighbors might be able to see, but he fooled me the last time and it hadn’t been that bad.

“I don’t like surprises,” I mumble. “What about shoes? I can’t go walking around outside without shoes. There’s broken glass and all sorts of things out there.”

“We’re driving. There won’t be a lot of walking involved.” Giulio starts guiding me out of the room. “And funny, that you don’t like surprises. You sure surprised all of us with your latest little stunt.”

For some reason, my cheeks heat up from that, and I don’t even know why. I’m not embarrassed by what I did. Or ashamed. I would do it again in a heartbeat, because it’s been my saving grace over the past few weeks. “Giulio, I’ll still have to walk through the club and to the car,” I tell him. “Do you really want my feet getting filthy before I get in your car?”

“Yep.” Giulio grins widely. “If I wanted you to be wearing shoes, you’d be wearing shoes. Now stop trying to negotiate. It’s really not cute.”

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