Page 49 of Psycho

What the fuck am I doing? I cannot fucking hand her over to him for two reasons. One, I can’t let him destroy her, and two, she fucking belongs to me.

“Deal’s off, Jimmy. Get off my property.”

He stares at me with shock, and throws his hands in the air in a ‘what the fuck’ motion.

“We had a deal, Bonetti. I brought the money, and you need to give me the girl. I’m not leaving without her.”

I nod to my guards, and instruct them to get him out of my house.

“Help him off the property. Be sure he actually leaves. If he doesn’t, feel free to put a bullet in his brain.”

As they drag him away, he shouts at me, but his words don’t worry me.

“You’re going to regret this, Bonetti. I don’t give a fuck who your family is. You will be sorry.”

Ignoring him, I go back upstairs to tell my little lamb that it’s off. She’s safe. I don’t know what the hell the future holds for her, but Jimmy is not part of it.

I make it up to the bedroom, and wait outside the bathroom.

“Anastasia?” I say, after it feels like at least ten minutes. She doesn’t respond, so I walk over and attempt to open the door, but it’s locked. After calling her name repeatedly, she doesn’t answer, the only sound is her sobs.

I smash down the door, and find the woman I broke, on the floor sobbing, while she attempts to open a vein with the end of a pair of tweezers. I’m sure it would’ve been a knife, if she could’ve found one.

“I’m not going,” she cries.

She looks so fucking delicate, and broken, on the floor. It’s not lost on me that this was my plan. Tears streaming down her cheeks, eyes lost, and far away, the way she shakes with her sobs, this should please me, and it doesn’t.

I knew I was doing a terrible thing, I’m not an idiot, but seeing her like this now makes it very fucking real.

Kneeling beside her, I take the tweezers and throw them in the corner, before grabbing her wrists, and pressing soft kisses to the one she was successful in cutting.

Her lashes flutter as she lifts her gaze to mine, and she stares at me for a long minute, before she speaks in a low voice.

“I’m not going. You can’t do this to a person. Massimo, even you must know this isn’t okay.”

She sits on the floor in front of the shower, with pure devastation in her gaze. The pain in her eyes cracks my chest wide open.

“I know,” I admit.

Reaching out, I place my hand on her cheek, and she pulls away with obvious fury.

“No! You don’t get to touch me. How dare you? Massimo, you have no right.”

I retract my hand with a nod. Am I going to let her suddenly control things? No, but I can give her a fucking minute.

“I told him the deal is off.”

She trembles as she stares at me incredulously. Shaking her head, like she can’t begin to understand my words, she speaks in a broken voice.

“Do you think that makes it right? You didn’t go through with it, so it’s okay? You’re absolved of wrongdoing?”

Her gaze locks on mine, her hands shaking, and eyes darting back and forth. The bathroom is filled with her labored breaths, as the anger vibrates from her body. She looks at me with so much disdain, I’m certain I am going to force her to stay.

“Let’s get you into bed, you need rest.”

Taking her hand into mine, I help her to her feet, and she quickly pulls back from me.

“Are you going to kill me?”

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