Page 110 of His Cursed Heart

You already crossed me, I want to snap at him.

“I called you because I want all of Vincent’s stuff

delivered in the next few days at my address.” I inhale a big smoke. I hear Hanibal laughs and his anger is about to snap.

“Fuck you really want to die.” He’s still laughing.

“Not my intention, I need to raise Vincent.” And somehow that’s true. I won’t let go of that kid even when he needs to take his rightful place as Capo.

Hanibal laugh stops and I smirk. Here it comes.

“If you’re not giving my son back, I’ll use your head as a decoration for my office.” He grits and I laugh.

“If you want him, you have to come get him. And I assure you he won’t leave his sister’s side for a second.” I look at the pair that’s currently eating my days. Vincent is in Althea’s arms, falling asleep on her shoulder and she swings him slowly.

Like a mother.

“You better start begging because the second I put step in your country I’ll kill every single one of your people. Starting with that daughter of mine.” He snarls and ends the call.

I lean over the chair feeling my blood fill with adrenaline. The beast in me already starts laughing at the prospect of having him on his knees in front of me.

With the phone still in my hand, I send a quick text to the only person who wants him dead more than me. And while I love torturing, the Bratva leader loves to kill.

Come at me, Hanibal Luciano. I’ll be waiting.

"If you dare poop in here, Anubis, I will let Everette do whatever he wants with you." I whisper to my dog who squats in the middle of the kitchen.

He looks at me like he doesn't give a fuck and I hurry to open the door that lets him go outside. Anubis disappears in the morning light and I return to my high chair at the kitchen countertop. I put my hands at my temple and let out a sigh.

The last couple of days did damage to both my body and brain. Threats, orgasms, fury, happiness. I've been balanced between these like a dice in the middle of a game. My anxiety is at full display because my father should arrive any moment now.

I don't doubt my husband’s skills. His anger grows minute by minute and I see it in his eyes, the way he tries to look the same at me, but fails.

Everette's green eyes are now looking at me with softness. He smiles at me every time he sees me and his touch is gentle.

And I hate it so much that it kills me.

I don't want him to see me as a weak person because I was cursed for a whole month. I've been

through hell and I fought for other people, but I survived. I learnt how to deal with the pain and how to ignore what happened. I never realized that I'm still affected by them until Everette's touch.

The memories are still haunting me but my husband listened to me.

Make me forget them. Make me feel what I haven't felt with them.

Make me truly yours.

And he did.

I've never felt such pleasure before. How his hands could make me feel desired. My body trembles when I feel his touch all over me, wanting more and more. I'm desperate for his dirty mouth, his hard thrusts, his wet kisses. I've become addicted and there's no turning back.

And while I feel on a cloud, things turn complicated from now on and if he reacted that bad at my past, I'm afraid he'll lose himself when he knows everything.

A wet bump touches my leg softly and I look down to see Scarface. His yellow eyes are calm, staring right into my soul. I let him smell my hand, feeling his body relax. It's unusual for Scarface to leave Vincent out of his sight, but I guess he got bored of the Marvel he's been watching with Emmeline all morning.

I pet his shiny fur, removing my hand from his sharp teeth when he wants to bite my rings.

"I know you're not fond of him, but I can't be a widow at twenty-four." I murmur and look at the rings that shows I'm his.

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