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Chapter 23 (Lou-Lou)
I sigh and glance out the window of the airplane, wishing I had a parachute.
Or better yet? Wishing the entire plane would fucking crash.
Meeting the members of that god-forsaken 'council' in Italy was awful. I've never seen so much evil in one room.
If I didn't know any better...I would have sworn I was standing in actual hell.
And don't even get me started on meeting the witch who began chanting the craziest things as soon as she saw me.
"Don't look so miserable," DeLuca says before taking a long sip of his drink. "We're going back home." He holds up a finger. "Or rather, you are—I'm going back to Italy for the next two weeks."
"I'm aware of the new schedule," I snap and he shoots me a warning glance.
Every two weeks DeLuca will fly in—the first trip will be for when I'm ovulating— and the second will be 'just for fun.'
On the bright side, I'll have two whole weeks to myself at the mansion. Where I can be alone.
"So when can I get my stuff from the apartment and move it back into the mansion?"
He gives me a strange look. "Why would you do that?"
I sit up in my seat. "Gee, I don't know—because I'd like to have my things at my current place of residency?"
The backhand I earn from that comment almost causes me to pass out. "Keep talking to me in that tone, Lucia
I quickly shake my head. "No. Mio amore. I'll be good. I'm just anxious to collect my things and settle back in at home."
He takes another long pull of his drink. "I don't know why you think you're moving back into my home right now."
"Why wouldn't I be? I'm your wife, remember?"
He lifts my left hand up and studies my wedding band that seems to get tighter with every day that passes. "I'm aware." He drops my hand. "And my wife still has a job."
I can hardly believe my ears. "You still want me to be a ring girl?"
No, no, no. If I have to do that...it means I have to see Ricardo again.
I can't bear the thought of that. "Please don't make me go back there."
He appraises me and his nostrils flair. "Why? Afraid you'll run into a certain someone?"
When I don't answer, he pushes my skirt up and jerks my thighs apart. "Answer me, Bambina."
"No," I say. "I'm not afraid of ru
"I'll tell you what?" he says, surprising me. "I'll make you a deal."
I shudder, because those words coming from him are never good.
But I'm desperate and I fall for it anyway. "What kind of deal?"
When he undoes his zipper and pulls his erection out I feel sick.
He strokes himself and licks his lips. "Climb up here and fuck me and I'll let you come back home."
It's an easy choice. I can't see Ricardo.
I'll do whatever it takes to ensure that I never see him again. Seeing him will hurt like hell and it will be a constant reminder of what I've lost.
It will be a reminder of why I hate him.
I stand up, step out of my panties and climb on top of him. I blink back tears as I sink down and begin moving. I close my eyes and go as fast as I possibly can, hoping to get it over with quickly.
When I hear him grunt right before his release—I can finally breathe again.
Until he says, "You never let me finish telling you the stakes of the deal." He grabs the back of my neck. "Fuck me and get pregnant and I'll let you come back home."
His eyes darken. "The fact that you didn't even waste the opportunity to jump on my dick like the little slut you are....tells me everything I need to know about what you've been up to when I'm gone." He pulls me close, digging his hands into my hips to make sure he's still inside me. "Consider living at the apartment your punishment, Wife."
"I don't understand."
He tugs my chin up. "Not right now you don't...but you will."