16. Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Serena
A s soon as I saw Dr. Riley and he congratulated me while telling me I was pregnant, my mind started racing. Trying to figure out how to get out of Emilio's reach before he finds out that I'm pregnant is imperative. If he finds out about the baby before I manage to get away, there's no way that he will allow me to leave. If I don't run, he will take my baby, and I can’t allow that to happen. Even though I hadn’t planned to have a baby, I can't imagine giving birth to him or her and leaving them behind. Emilio will make sure our child is raised to hate my family. Placing my hand on my still-flat belly, I feel protective already.
After rushing home, I grab a bag from the closet, handfuls of clothes from my drawers, and then from my closet. Gathering a variety of different pieces of clothing but not taking the time to match things, I grab a few more important items. IDs, passports, and anything else I can think that I might need. Once I think I have everything, I quickly shove it all into the bag and rush back to my car.
A sudden prickling sensation on my neck and the rising hairs sends shivers down my spine. Someone is definitely watching me. It feels like the walls are closing in on me; that I’m fast running out of time. Between Emilio and the person who is stalking me—I assume because of the hit and run—and then finding out I'm pregnant by a man who doesn't want me, I’m overwhelmed and, for the first time in my life, truly afraid.
Glancing into the rearview and side mirrors, I try to look for anything out of place. Anyone watching me. My heart pounds in my chest; every beat feels like the beating of a drum. My hands wrap around the steering wheel so tight that the color drains from my hands.
After not being able to see anyone, I put the car into gear, the tires squealing as I back out of my driveway. Driving down the city streets, I let the tears fall, and watch as the lights from the houses blur.
How do I have any feelings for that monster? He drugged me, kidnapped me, forced me to marry him, stole my virginity, and got me pregnant with a child he plans to steal from me. And yet my chest aches. Missing the man who kidnapped me is terrifying. I feel like I'm losing my sanity.
After driving the few minutes to a downtown hotel, I'm emotionally exhausted. Grabbing items I need out of the car, I head inside. Paying cash and checking in under a fake name, as well as parking behind the building, should buy me time. Hopefully enough to allow me to decide what to do next.
Knowing that my family would help me escape, it's hard not to call Gio. If he knew my predicament, he would have an army of men here in minutes, but I also know he would not hesitate to strangle the life from Emilio's body. There's no way I can allow my family to know that this marriage isn't something I wanted. If they really knew how it came about, there would be a bloodbath. I have to do this on my own.
I'm sure Gio already suspects that Emilio did this to me against my will, but if I acknowledge the truth, I'll be responsible for either his death, or my family's. There's no way my family is going to let Emilio's transgressions go.
It's par for the course for mafia men to fuck around on their wives, but my father instilled family values into my brothers. No way in hell would they let Emilio live knowing he's left me alone and been fucking around with other women for weeks now. My father and brothers are devoted to their wives, overly so. I'm grateful for them, but I don't want to cause a mafia war. Blood will run through the streets of New York. All the families will take a side, and I know my family has more clout than Emilio. I just can't stomach the father of my child being murdered because of me.
With one arm protectively wrapped around my waist, I grab my bag with the other. My plan is to shower and rest, then decide where to go next. My options are limited; I spent all my cash checking into the hotel. Though I suppose I have a wedding ring and this damn choker I can pawn, if I need to. That’s if I can get the damned thing off. Using my debit card is out of the question; the first thing my family will do is track my financial accounts.
When I get to my room, I don’t even bother to unpack and head straight for the bed. After toeing off my shoes, I can't help but climb into the gloriously soft bedding.
Remembering to place what I need within reach, I put my weapon under my pillow. Yes, I brought my gun with me. I'm not playing games with that motherfucker anymore. As I relax, it feels like I’m being enveloped by a voluminous cloud. Letting all the tension fall from my muscles, sleep pulls me under.
Upon waking up, I know I've slept for hours because the moonlight shimmers as it streams in through the window. Realizing I can hear breathing, my eyes widen in terror.
"Pequena tormenta, did you really think I was going to allow you to walk away from me with my baby in your belly? Once the baby is born, I will slit your throat before I allow another man to have you."
My husband sounds furious, and I realize when I try to move my arms, they are chained over my head to the headboard. This makes it impossible for me to reach the gun under my pillow. How did I not wake up while he was chaining me to the bed?
"Emilio, why can't I move?"
Trying to move my legs, there's a spreader bar between them and that's when I feel a cool breeze roll over my skin and my bare pussy.
"I'll scream. Don't make me get you arrested."
Emilio chuckles. "A mafia princess should know better. I've paid the hotel enough money to empty the rooms so no one will hear you scream."
His smile shows too much of his white teeth, and finally, I see the mask fall from my husband's face. The true evil that is Emilio Esposito is showing itself. The moment I realize I'm at his mercy, goosebumps scatter across my skin.
"Emilio, please. You don't even want me. Why can't you just leave me alone?"
"Where the fuck did you get the idea that I don't want you? I've been obsessed with you from the moment I laid eyes on you." His brows furrow as if he's honestly baffled.
"You've been out doing God knows what with God knows who."
Another chuckle escapes Emilio's sexy mouth. "You have such an imagination, wife."
Emilio gets closer to me, and I can feel his breath in my ear. "I had the most beautiful woman offer herself up to me just a few hours ago. Do you remember Nurse Holly?"
"Nurse Holly?" Pouting isn't exactly the grown-up response, but the nurse at my OBGYN is gorgeous.
"You fucked the nurse at my doctor's office, you sick freak?"
"So what if I did? You don't care. You were trying to run away from me. In fact, you’ve done nothing but push me away from the beginning."
Rage like I've never felt before overcomes me. As the anger surges through me, I can feel my body responding in ways I've never experienced before. Heat spreads across my face, turning my cheeks a fiery red. The muscles in my body tense, as if preparing for a fight. My hands form tight fists, my nails digging into my palms as I struggle against my restraints.
I gasp for breath, sweat beading on my forehead and trickling down my face. My vision becomes sharper, tunneling in on the object of my rage.
There is a self-assured grin on my husband's face as he sits and watches me. All I can do is lie here because he has me chained to the fucking bed, with my legs spread open.
"You know I can see the rage coming off you in waves, and yet your cunt is sopping wet." Emilio reaches over with his rough, calloused hands and runs them down the side of my face.
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Nurse Holly has nothing on you, baby."
"Don't fucking touch me."
"You belong to me. I'll touch you when and where I want, and you won't do a single thing about it."
Growling in frustration because it's all I can do, I narrow my eyes at my smug bastard of a husband. I know if I could reach my gun, Emilio would be a dead motherfucker. "Go fuck nurse Holly and let me go, Emilio," I snap.
Leaning over, he places his tongue on my pussy lips and licks me from one end to the other. In response, my pussy spasms and flutters in pleasure.
"Oh God." My body tenses and I wiggle. I don't know if I'm trying to get closer to his mouth or further away.
"Not God. Your husband. Say it!" Emilio commands.
I grit my teeth. "No!"
Emilio leans back down, sucking on my clit. As he growls, the vibration adds to my pleasure.
"Where did you go today, Little Storm?"
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to ignore the asshole while simultaneously thrusting my hips at his face, trying to get the friction I so desperately need.
He knows. I figured he had an idea because he mentioned Nurse Holly, but now, I know the doctor or nurse told him I'm carrying his heir.
"You know where I went, Emilio. Let me go."
Leaning forward again, my husband bites me on the inner thigh. "You know what I want you to tell me, Serena. Stop playing games."
"I'm pregnant. I know you already know that and just want to torture me."
"Good girl. Now you get to come."
Ducking his head back to my pulsating cunt, he licks and sucks some more before coming up for air. Emilio places two fingers inside of me and looks at the hole that's sopping wet around his digits.
As an orgasm hits me, he croons, "Look at how gorgeous you are, coming on my fingers like a good little wife."
Bringing his fingers to his lips, he sucks them both into his mouth while making a sound like he's tasting the sweetest candy. "You taste amazing, baby." He makes a show of licking his lips then pins me with a serious gaze. "We need to get some things straight. You need to be punished for trying to run from me, Little Storm."
"I can't stay around you while you fuck around with other women. I won't stay married to you."
"Baby girl. Do you know how many other women I've touched in the last year?"
"If you throw your whores in my face, Emilio, I will fuck your guards in front of you. Do. Not. Fuck. With. Me." A sound starts in my chest and it's a cross between a growl and a scream. Frustration streams out of my body and through my mouth. Panting, I can't stop the thoughts of him fucking other women from racing through my head.
Emilio's eyes flash with concern.
"Baby, baby, baby, shh. No. Stop thrashing before you hurt yourself." He holds my face as our eyes lock. "Look at me. Do you want me to unchain you?"
"YES," I growl out like a feral animal.
"Calm down, my Little Storm.” He unlocks the spreader bar, then the chains on my wrist as I try to slow down my breathing. My husband brings me to his chest and sits me on his lap. Wrapping his arms around me, he places his lips on my forehead. "Serena. I'm sorry. I was kidding around and would never cheat on you, baby girl."
"Fuck you! This wasn't something to joke about." My whimpers sound like a dying animal.
"Shh…" Emilio rocks me back and forth like a small child. I ball my fist up and start beating on his chest as he continues to hold me.
Tears cascade down both cheeks. "I can't. I can't." My words come out in a stutter. Between the sobs and sniffling, I'm almost incoherent.
“Listen to me, baby.” He pushes his forehead to mine. "Promise me."
"Please, Emilio. Please don't take this baby from me. I will do anything you want. Please," I beg and continue to sob.
Emilio looks at me with pain swimming in his eyes. That look tells me he's finally done playing games with my emotions.
Maybe there’s hope for us after all.