Chapter 135
Cesare
Inside The Examining Room
Dario Rosolini had good taste in women, I’d give him that.
Long, brown hair. Pretty eyes and a mouth made for sucking cock.
She was hot, in a girl-next-door kind of way… if you could overlook the pregnant part.
If she hadn’t been such a fat cow, I might’ve fucked her right then and there.
But I just wanted information.
“You Dario Rosolini’s wife?” I asked.
She tried to scamper away – but as fat as she was, it was more of a slow, backwards crawl.
I aimed my gun at her swollen belly.
She immediately quit moving.
“I asked you a fucking question,” I snarled.
“…yes,” she whispered.
She was barely able to look at me, she was so terrified.
“Where is he?” I demanded.
“…I don’t know.”
I was getting pissed. “I saw him walk in here – ”
“He left,” she said defiantly.
I stared at her in shock –
Then roared in anger.
“HE LEFT?!”
As she stared up at me, tears spilled down her cheeks –
And, in spite of my anger…
I began to chuckle.
Then I started to howl with laughter.
It was just too funny.
“What kind of a fuckin’ pussy leaves his pregnant wife alone when he knows I’m coming?” I half-laughed, half-sneered in contempt.
She just stared up at my gun. “Please…”
“Please what?” I said, still grinning.
“I didn’t do anything to you…”
“No, but your husband did.” I squatted down so I could look her directly in the eye. “He killed my fuckin’ father.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.
I put my gun against her temple. “Why? Did you have something to do with it?”
It was a joke on my part.
I knew she didn’t.
I mean, how could she?
She was a woman.
The pregnant bitch shook her head as tears spilled down her cheeks. “No – no, I didn’t, I swear to you – I don’t know anything about that – ”
“Shh, shh,” I said soothingly. “It’s okay.”
She stopped whimpering.
“I was going to kill him, you know,” I murmured as I caressed her cheek with the barrel of my gun.
Her eyes looked over at the side of her face where I was stroking her with the gun. She went very still, like she was afraid to move.
I smiled. “But since he’s not here, I’ll just fuck you up instead.”
She looked me in the eyes and pleaded, “Please… I’m pregnant.”
I grinned even wider. “I don’t fuckin’ care.”
And I pulled back my gun and I hit her.