Page 1 of Married to the Mafia

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Ican hear a distant voice. “911. What is the nature of your emergency?”

He takes the phone out of my hand and hangs it up, shaking his head at me.

I stutter an explanation. “I wasn’t... I didn’t... I was just...”

“Shut up,” he says, undoing his tie while staring at me.

I’m still trying to think of what lie to tell when he wraps the tie around my face, gagging me expertly. I can still breathe through my nose, but nothing is coming out of my mouth beyond muffled curses.

“Look at me,” he says, lifting my chin with the tip of his finger. “Look at me right now.”

I glare up at him, trying to decide whether it’s worth trying to fight him. I doubt it. He’s six foot four at least and I’m barely five foot. He’s also huge.

I still haven’t gotten over just how big he is when he stands close to me and right now he’s as close as he can get without touching.

“I told you to remain in position,” he says, lifting me up and hoisting me over his shoulder like I’m a sack of potatoes. “I told you not to move.”

He walks over to the hidden door behind the bookcase, shoving it open with one hand while I fight to get free from his grip. I don’t want to go back down to his basement.

I lash out at him, landing kicks and punches, but he doesn’t react. I might as well be punching solid stone.

“You will spend the rest of your life down here if you don’t start doing as you’re told.” He’s walking down the steps as he talks.

I’m yelling at him from behind the gag the whole time. I want to leave. I don’t want to be here. I want to be at home where I belong, not in the arms of a monster.

He sets me on my feet and then says one word that chills my blood. “Strip.”

I shake my head. I won’t do it. I know what happens when I’m naked around him. A switch goes in his head and he’s unstoppable. He becomes a force of nature. He’s still looking at me, eyes burning into my soul.

“Only good girls get to wear clothes in my house.”

Behind him, he’s left the door open at the top of the steps. I go to run past, praying I can make it up the stairs and out of his house before he can stop me.

He grabs hold of me before I make it two steps past him, setting me back on my feet and looming over me, face filledwith anger. “Strip right now and you won’t get another spanking.”

I fold my arms, the last act of defiance I have left. I will not obey him. He is not the boss of me.

“Last chance,” he says, reaching into the chest of drawers next to him.

He pulls out a solid steel buttplug and holds it up so I can see it clearly. “Strip right now,” he continues. “Or I put this in your ass and march you up and down the street outside. I’ll give you five seconds to decide. One... two...”

I look at the plug and then at him. I can see he means it. This is my life now. These are the choices my new husband gives me. How the hell has my life come to this?

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Rose

Rose

Two days earlier…

Istart to worry when the wheel rolls toward my head. It's the first time I think he’s going to call my bluff.

It'll be interesting to see what gives out first, the driver's nerve or my skull.

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