bring her around. They all wanna meet her. I know what they must think. I’m sure they can’t believe she really wants to be with me. Part of me doesn’t believe it either. That doubt creeps up on me while I’m away from her.
But every time I get home and find her waiting for me, that doubt vanishes. When she yammers on about some recipe on the cooking shows she watches, there’s no doubt in my fucking mind that she wants to be with me. Either that, or she’s trying to kill me with domestication.
It’s time the guys met her. We’ll all go out. They’ll see her, and she’ll see them. It’s gotta happen at some point. A part of me wants to keep her here with all this tension between the MCs and the familia, but it’ll be alright. We haven’t gotten those fuckers yet and Javier’s breathing fire down our necks, but I can’t keep her locked in here forever. She needs to get out and have some fun.
“Let’s get out of the house, baby. I wanna show you off.”
Elle
My nerves are shot. My palms are sweaty, and I can hardly breathe. I’m going to meet the familia. The Don is Dante, Vince’s father. I don’t know much about anyone else, though. Well, except that Dom and Tommy were the two that I … met already. I breathe in deep and shake out my hands as we stand in front of the restaurant doors.
“They’re going to love you.” I hear Vince’s voice and my heart hammers in my chest. I just don’t believe it. I swallow thickly. They want me dead I’m sure. It’d be stupid for me to think otherwise. I see my reflection in the mirror and I cringe. I can’t get this stupid panicked look off my face.
I turn to face Vince and try to bail. “I changed my mind.”
“Stop it, Elle.” He opens the door and puts his hand on the small of my back. “Just be yourself.” I take a deep breath and try not to freak out. Everything’s going to be fine. Vince won’t let anyone hurt me. That thought soothes me. Every part of me calms, because it’s true. He won’t let anyone touch me. I’m his.
I look around the table, and the only people I know are the three I met. The two men, Dom and Tommy, I haven’t seen since the incident. It chills me to the core to set eyes on them. But when Dom sees me, he stands and smiles. “Vince, I’m happy you finally brought her out!” Dom walks to me with quick strides and kisses my cheek. Vince loosens his grip on me and leaves my side to give his mother a kiss on the cheek. Without him beside me I feel vulnerable.
The last two weeks have been the same every day. And I’m almost ashamed to say I've enjoyed it. I don’t fear Vince at all. I know he wants me. In his eyes, I belong to him, and he takes care of me in a way I desire. It’s a sick fantasy come to life. Well, some of it. Our days are almost normal until he has to leave for work. Every morning we wake up beside each other, exchange small talk, and drink coffee. We joke around like a normal couple, banter like a normal couple. It’s almost easy to forget that we're anything but normal.
When he leaves is when everything changes. Or at night, before we go to bed. I like to pretend it's a fantasy, a game we like to play. It makes it that much sweeter. I don’t want it to stop. I know that’s bad. I’m sure it’s not healthy. But I fucking love when he ties me up. I know he’s going to reward me and fuck me like he owns my body. Just thinking about it turns me on. But it’s wrong. It’s so wrong.
I haven’t left his house in two full weeks. I’ve barely spoken to anyone but Vince and my mother. Vince wanted me to call her since she filed a missing person’s report. It fucking killed me to think she was worried, but when she answered the phone she seemed more pissed than anything. I almost asked Vince to let me go see her. Almost. But I’d rather stay inside the house with him. It’s all so wrong. But it feels so good. I don’t worry about anything. I enjoy being his. I’m