Chapter 40
Harlow
Pain radiated through my face as I stumbled to the ground.
I was tired of being Vincenzo’s punching bag.
He was spiraling in this space, too. He would leave, but if he left, he came back angry.
Something happened that made him angry. I think it had something to do with him attacking us on Roman’s territory.
“You ruined everything! We were in love, and you had to leave!”
“Love? You don’t know the meaning!” I bit back. “You didn’t love me. You didn’t even care about me. The only use you got from me was my body. You raped me! You’re a sadistic fucking animal.”
He grabbed me by my knotted hair and dragged me from the living area, back to the poor excuse for a bedroom.
Instead of staying on the ground and waiting for his attack, I stood up.
I was weak, but it was better than letting him beat me because he was pissed.
He needed to get his mood swings under control.
Making him angry was a mistake, but I wouldn’t lay down and take his torture. He wanted to break me. He would need to try harder. There must be newfound adrenaline racing through me because the pain was a muffled ache currently.
“You. Are. Mine!” he seethed through clenched teeth. “You were always meant to be my queen.”
“A queen?” I scoffed. “Rats got treated better than I did. A queen is treated like the rarest gift. A treasure. Not a toy to be discarded after you get tired.”
“She made you such a mouthy whore,” he grumbled. “I’ll just have to take the pleasure of breaking you all over again.”
“You already took the woman I love. Do your worst, Vincenzo. You won’t make me scream.”
He grinned sadistically. “That sounds like a challenge, bellissima.”
I needed to be strong.
I needed to fight.
When I got out of here, he would pay, and it was how I stayed quiet during his torment. He would die a painful death for putting me through this pain, for taking my wife from me, and for taking me away from Serenity.