Page 123 of Immoral

He positions his face in front of mine. "Are you stupider than I thought?"

Silence fills the air. Arrogance fills his expression then disgust. "Yep. You are."

I scrunch my face, so confused.

"Wake up, Cara. You married a Marino. Even before you said your vows, you were his obsession. Everyone could see it. And anyone associated with them is fair game."

"Fair game? I... I don't understand."

He sighs then steps back. "It's not your business to understand. Now, clean up this mess." He slides his hand through his greasy hair and paces in front of the window.

I use the distraction to find more towels in the kitchen. When I'm walking back, I can feel his eyes on me, piercing into my bare skin. I crouch down and continue to clean the floor, not stopping until his loafers are inches from me.

Slowly, I glance up, my anxiety shooting higher. A new expression sends fresh terror throughout me. His cocky look is one I've seen in the past. It's what drove me to be attracted to him, but now it only repulses me. He grins. "At least while we're passing the time, we can have some fun."

My hands tremble harder. I shake my head, but it only makes him laugh.

"Ahh, dear Cara. So stupid. Do you know what it's like to be on the run?"

"N-no," I stutter.

He licks his lips then puts his hands in his pants, stroking himself. "It gets lonely. You didn't think I'd make you take your clothes off and not service me, did you?"

I close my eyes. "Please. I'm married. Just...just let me go. I won't tell Gianni about this. I promise."

"Gianni!" He laughs louder than before then crouches in front of me. His fingers dig into my neck, and he lowers his voice. "Are you under the illusion I'm scared of your husband?"

I stay quiet, willing myself to stop crying, but I can't. I try to look away, but he doesn't allow me.

"Besides, he'll never find you. I've been under his nose this entire time, and he's not even come close. He'll never see you again until I'm ready for him to do so," Uberto claims.

My trepidation grows.

He sits on the couch and pats his leg. "When you finish cleaning up your mess, get your ass over here and ride me."

27

Gianni

My skinsuddenly feels too tight. The thoughts running through my head aren't anything a man should ever think about regarding his wife.

It was my job to protect her.

I failed.

Maybe when I get home, it'll all be a misunderstanding, and she'll be there.

Fat chance. He has her.

Inhaling new oxygen seems impossible. My heart could be in a vise having all the blood squeezed out of it right now. I roll down the divider window. "Drive faster."

"I'm doing 110," the driver states.

"I don't fucking care! Step on it," I demand then hold out my hand to Tully. "Give me your phone."

He tosses it to me. I call Papà, and he picks up. "Tully. How far away are you?"

"It's me. Tell me she's there," I ask, knowing she isn't and feeling like my entire world is collapsing around me.

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