“I am ok.” I tell him, still conscious, that Anya is on the other side of the counter cooking. I see the Tylenol and water bottle he has sat in front of me and once again he surprises me and makes my heart feel full.
“Take these, baby. I know you have to be sore.”
“Maybe a little,” I say, putting my face into his chest.
“So fucking innocent still. Precious fairy.” See why I cannot resist him when he says shit like that to me. “Here take these as well.”
“What are these?”
“Prenatal vitamins.” And now he is back to being psycho.
“Why am I taking these?”
“Because I told you to, and I bred you last night.” He is certifiable.
“You don’t know that. I am not taking…” He cuts me off with his hand between my legs.
“Did I use anything when I ripped through that cherry and made you mine?” Oh shit. Not only is he right, but his mouth is making me want him to do it again. “Exactly. Now, take the pills like a good mafia princess and kiss me.” Like a drone, addicted to him I lean in for the kiss and let him put the pills in my mouth. “Thank you, baby.”
“What is this on my neck?” I ask him, trying to forget about the pregnant conversation.
“It is a tracker.”
“A tracker?”
“Yes. How else do you think I am going to let you out of the house during the day? I have to know where you are every second of every day.” Wait! He is letting me leave here? “Yes, you heard me right. I am not going to keep you prisoner. You are going to be my wife. I just need to be able to find you and get to you should the time come.
“What is this design?”
“It is my initials linked together, encasing the diamond.”
“It’s beautiful. How do I take it off?” I don’t really want to; I think I just like poking him.
“You don’t. Only I can remove it and I never will.” I knew that already. I just wanted to hear him say it. “Also, I got this for you.” He hands me a pink diamond encrusted cell phone. “Before you get excited, it is pre-programmed with the only numbers you can dial. Mine. My brother’s. My mom’s who you will meet soon and theirs.” I look up and see the biggest dudes I have ever seen in my life.
“Whoa.”
“These are the Sand twins. This is Morris and this one is Al. They are going to be your security. Under no circumstances are you to go anywhere without them. Do you understand?”
“What about...”
“Nowhere, Chiara. Unless you want me to redden your ass.” Why did he have to say that? Now I have to move around so my sticky panties don't stick to the chair. “Oh, did you like that baby? The idea that I will pull you over my lap and spank that spoiled ass. You want to walk around with my handprint on your ass and pussy for being a bad girl.” Oh shit. He is a savage and I love it. “Just a naughty, Tink, huh baby? I will remember that tonight.”
God, I hope so.
ELEVEN
JAKUB
TWO DAYS LATER
Over the last two days I have acknowledged that nothing is as it seems. Not even my obsession for the woman currently upstairs, worn out and sleeping since I didn’t let her rest all night. No. My absolute infatuation with her is worse than even she knows. When I am near her, everything is calm like a perfect summer day. When she is out of my sight, I am a raging storm, thundering and striking any and everything in my path. I don’t feel when she isn’t in the vicinity. Hell, my mom even noticed it the few times she dropped by, and Chiara was in school. She has turned me into a new person, who needs her proximity to continue to function. That is some fucked up shit considering the other shit I have going on.
Following the trail of bullshit that has transpired here in the Chi, I am getting closer to the rodent infesting my territory, but what I am also closing in on is that my suspicion about who started all of this is true. Now here I am, on the phone with my brother, listening as he tells me yet another thing, we thought we knew. “So, it is what we thought?”
“Yeah Jak. Seems your girl's older sister, Giulia, is the one out here slaying motherfuckers. Word in NY and Jersey is that she and her crew of women are rebuilding the DeSantis Crime Family but making it better. They are currently avenging the death of their fathers, but also sussing out the rats and exterminating them. She is known as ‘the wielder’. To date she has five kills to her name, all beheaded with their heads left in their neighborhoods as a message.”