Mafia Casanova - M. Robinson Page 0,71
of destruction in his wake. Swiping the contents off his desk, he shouted, “I loved you! I fucking loved you!” He tore the large picture of us off the wall, chucking it at the door. “I fucking loved you!” It shattered to the floor, marring our faces with nothing but glass and debris. Item after item flew through the air, striking the walls, the door, the floor, breaking into pieces.
“Please stop! Please!” I begged, but my words went unheard.
Nothing could stop him.
Especially not me.
“How could you do this to me?!” Tears streamed down his face.
A vase whooshed by my head, crashing behind me, sending me to cower in the corner. This wasn’t the end; this was only the beginning.
Would I wind up dead? Please, God, protect me.
“I trusted you! And you betrayed me!”
My mouth was opened, spewing my own poisons. “I trusted you, and you cheated on me! I trusted you, and you held a gun over my heart! I trusted you, Tristian, and you just fucking hit me!”
My words only heightened his wrath; he went after anything he could find. Knocking over the coffee table, the couch, the pictures on the walls, our life.
Our family.
Broken.
Everything we created together, he was destroying in a flash. When he pulled the tv off the wall and chucked it across the room, I backed into the corner further. Nothing but tears blurred my eyes, my body churned with the desire to fall apart.
I was stupid to not bring my cell phone in that office, just like I was stupid to trust he wouldn’t lose his mind and hurt me.
“Tristian, stop! Please! Just stop!” I broke down to the point of hyperventilating. Hugging myself, trying to hold what was left of me together. “Please, I’m begging you!”
He abruptly turned at the last second as another painting shattered to the ground. Walking through the chaos caused by his turmoil and my betrayal, he grabbed me again.
“It’s Romeo, isn’t it? He’s Naz’s father, isn’t he?”
I cried hysterically, and it didn’t stop him from once again shaking the shit out of my body.
“All these years! All this time! How could you do this to me?”
I opened my mouth to speak.
To say something.
Anything.
I couldn’t.
Not one word left my mouth; he backhanded me across the face yet again. My head whipped back so hard I thought he was going to break my neck.
“Look at me! Fucking look at me!”
“I can’t,” I whimpered, unable to move.
He let go of me, and my lifeless body fell to the floor. Crouching down close to my face, he sneered, “I’ve done everything for you, and this is how you repay me. Spreading your legs for my fucking brother only to wind up pregnant. Well, I’m going to tell you one thing and one thing only… Eden Sinacore. My wife. The mother of my child. You. Will. Never. Leave. Me. Do you understand me? NEVER.”
My eyes widened the minute he spoke with execution…
“I’ll fucking kill you before you ever leave me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
“The soul that has conceived one wickedness can nurse no good thereafter.”—Sophocles
Romeo
Then: Four days later
“Who are you sleeping with?” I asked, pausing for a moment.
What was her name?
Tasha?
Natasha?
Who the fuck cared.
“I wouldn’t want to piss him off,” I added. Lying was part of the process.
I didn’t give a shit who she was deep throating as long as I got my answers in the end.
“Tristian,” she replied with no hesitation. “But he’s been really busy lately, especially since the Russians decided to turn and—”
“Wow,” I interrupted; “You’re just full of surprises, is that it? I fuck you hard enough, and you sing like a goddamn canary?”
She threw her head back and laughed; her fake brown hair slid off her shoulder before her ember eyes locked onto mine. “You have a certain reputation for bringing the little death, Romeo. How could I say no? Especially if it means that I get another night in your arms—I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. Just don’t stop what you’re doing with your dick inside of me.”
“Hmm, you drive a very, very—” I thrust deep “—hard bargain.”
I didn’t let up. The slapping sound of my balls against her ass echoed around the room, along with the wet sucking noise of her pussy soaking down my shaft.
I waited until she was on the brink of the edge.
Hanging.
Ready.
Eager.
“Who’s he working for?”
“Tristian?” Her back arched off the bed.
“Yes.”
“The highest bidder. You know who that is.”
I thrust with more determination, hitting her G-spot.
“Oh, Romeo…”
Her mouth parted.
Her legs shook.
Her core locked up.
“I’m