Page 6 of Frankie and the Fed
Yes, I remember. How can I forget?
“How did you know I was at Ethan’s?” I ask. How did he find me after two months of me hiding in Ethan’s penthouse?
“I have to admit you did a good job of disappearing. I couldn’t find you for a very long time. Then I added a cash prize,” he says. “People will sell their mother for a nice prize.”
Did someone sell me out? Who? I can count on one hand the number of people who knew where I was. Who could have done this?
“Your friend told me that Wolf was courting you, a married woman. It didn’t take me long to find out that he had recently purchased an extra phone line for his mistress. My money wasn’t enough for you? Were you looking for someone richer? Did he know you were married? That you’re an adulterer?”
“Which friend?” Did Nicky tell him where I was?
“Robin, I think she was called.”
Robin. I try to digest what he’s telling me. Did she hate me that much? I bite my lip. No, she just didn’t understand what she was doing. She didn’t know he was beating me, raping me, that she was sending me back to hell.
Wait a moment. “What ‘she was called?’”
His mouth curves into a half smile, looking more cruel than usual. “Well, she wasn’t satisfied with the amount I offered. She asked for a million dollars. Can you believe that? Are you worth a million dollars? There’s no pussy in this world worth a million dollars. Too bad she didn’t agree to my terms.”
“What did you do?” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“What do you think I did? I promised her the money, and after she told me what a whore you are, I made sure she didn’t come back asking for more.” He marks a line on his neck.
“You killed Robin?” My eyes widen.
“I think the report is she killed herself. Poor thing.” He laughs. “It was hard for her to withstand the pressure. It turns out she was in a lot of debt.”
My body starts shaking uncontrollably. He murdered Robin. He’s a murderer. I’m married to a murderer.
“Lie down on the bed,” he commands.
I can’t. I can’t do it. How can I let him touch me again?
“Now.” His tone leaves no room for argument. I have to obey, or he’ll hurt me for sure. For a moment, I debate what would be worse, the beatings or the rape.
I lie on my back, and he climbs on top of me. The smell of his sweat rises in my nostrils. I hold back the wave of nausea that hits me and try not to throw up.
I squeeze my eyes closed and try to draw Ethan to me, his pleasant masculine scent mixed with his cologne. The scent that makes my body react. The exact opposite reaction from what I feel right now.
Michael kisses my neck, and his cock rubs against me. I bite the inside of my cheek and try to control my horrified reaction.Be strong. Relax. Imagine you are with Ethan.But my body shuts down and contracts, shaking without being able to stop. And I know it’s going to hurt again. It always hurts with Michael.
I have to fight.
“I don’t care what you do to me,” I say with a defiant glare. “You can rape me, but I already know what a real man feels like. I know how a real man makes love, and you will never be a real man!”
Michael roars and bites my shoulder, right where the skin is already scarred, thin and sensitive, a painful bite that has me screaming, and I feel the blood leaking down my shoulder that heralds my skin has been torn.
“Be careful what you wish for. If this re-education doesn’t work, I can always announce that we couldn’t save you, and you took your life just like Robin did.” He puts a sad expression on his face. “Your mental state is so unstable, no one will be surprised.”
I push him with all my strength and jump out of bed to stand in a defensive position. He’s going to kill me. I know now that I won’t get out of here alive.
“Whore! I am your husband. What I do can’t be rape because you’re mine to do with as I please. Always. You can’t refuse me.”
He gets up from the bed. “I had a lot of time to think about your punishment. Lots and lots of time...” He grins. “I’ll make sure you pay for every day you made me suffer because of your actions. You know I had to talk to the news and explain that I married a crazy woman who has no control over her actions? That I had to hire a team of men to look for my wife? That I had to hear from everyone how worried they were while you were fucking another man?” He speaks in a low voice, with a hidden fury that scares me even more. “Do you have any idea how humiliating that is?”
My legs are shaking, and I’m not sure they can continue to carry me. I’m afraid of this rage. I’m not sure I’ll survive it.
He enjoys making me cry, hearing me whimper and seeing me cower. That’s what excites him. He doesn’t like the new brave me.
