10: Come undone

**Evelyn**

I let my emotions get the better of me. Now as I sit in my room going over the conversation or argument, however you look at it, I had with Killian, I realized he had played his cards right and managed to play with my head. He'd deflected and used my anger at the recent events to prove his point.

“Fuck!" I muttered, fisting my hair and leaning over the balcony. I'd been standing here for the past hour.

“Mrs Bandini? Is something the matter?" A guard said, poking his head into the room. They might be used to my out of the blue outbursts but they still checked in to see if everything was all right each time.

“Yes. Could you please tell one of the maids to get me a bottle of wine and some milk?" I asked.

“Sure, Ma'am," the guard answered, withdrawing his head. Minutes later, I was swirling some wine and milk as I stood on the balcony, overlooking the mansion area.

The mansion was extremely big and a few feet in front of me was a mini forest.

“It'd be good as a hiding spot when escaping," I muttered, absentmindedly. I paused for a moment as an idea formed. “It would be good for escaping." I looked around and was happy to see a pipe just beside my balcony.

I locked the balcony door and slowly climbed down the pipe. Being the one who usually did the dirty work in the Bratva, I was used to climbing all sorts of things so this was easy. Within minutes, I plopped down gently on the floor and crouched. Surveying my surroundings, I saw what I couldn't see from my vantage point on the balcony and began to question if this was the best way to go about this.

There were guards everywhere. About two guards were positioned right in front of the house entrance giving them full view of the forest. There were about four guards stationed in front of different entrances of the forest. Shit. I needed to create a distraction. I looked around me to see if there was anything I could use.

My eyes widened and I gasped when I saw something inside the potted plant next to me. There were three small grenades in the potted plant and I picked two up. I wouldn't waste my time wondering how they got here. If God was trying to help me, who was I to question. I strategically mapped out how I was going to effectively use two bombs and keep one for emergencies. I threw one in the direction of the house entrance and waited.

“What's that?" I heard one of them asking as he walked lazily to the grenade. “Damien! Matteo! Oscar, it's a code blink!” He yelled as his teammate and two of the guards at the forest opening rushed to meet him.

"From which direction?” one of them asked.

"There. Around Madam's area,” the one who picked the grenade said. It's as if they realize something then. "Oscar, you go check. Damien, inform the other two and then look round the house. Matteo, go upstairs and check if Madam is alright. I'll handle this bomb.”

They scramble to do their duties and I hastily throw another bomb then run off to the forest when they're distracted. Now, I have only one bomb in my arsenal. I underestimated the size of this forest. That's what I think as I run. Minutes later, I hear a blast go off and my heart dropped.

"I genuinely hope none of them got hurt," I muttered as I ran. After some time, I started seeing a wall and a smile appeared on my face. Just as I was about to go over it, a bullet whizzed by my head. I stilled.

"If you know what's best for you, you're going to turn around and put your hands up,” a feminine voice said. I'd heard that voice before but where. Slowly, I raised my hands up above my head and turned.

" You,” I spat. It was the maid who'd tried to kiss my ass the other day. The one I supposedly bullied. "What do you want?”

“You to die. You ruined everything and you're so ungrateful. You cost me everything I've worked for!” She yelled. Her eyes looked crazed and I could see her losing control. I had to tread carefully.

"What are you talking about?”

"You made him fire me! I've loved him since I stepped foot in this house, I was the only woman he'd made love to more than once. I was going to make him marry me! But you, you came along and you ruined everything! You made him put a gun to my head and threaten me to leave!” She said firing another shot. I dodged it and strategically moved closer to her. I stopped a few feet away from her.

"But I didn't tell him to do anything. I don't even like him. You can have him for all I care,” I gagged out. Just as she was about to reply, I stretched out my leg and kicked the gun out of her hand.

"Bitch!” She yelled, grabbing at me. I turned around and kicked her shin, slowing her down a bit. She was agitated. I could use that to my advantage. “Argh!” She groaned.

I jabbed at the back of her neck and kicked her in the small of her back.

"Mrs Bandini!” I heard somebody shout. It must be one of the guards. I looked at the fence and then at the maid then in the direction of the voice. I had to escape quickly. I ran towards her gun and picked it up. The maid stood up as I ran to the fence and she grabbed my hand tightly.

"You're supposed to let me escape you idiot,” I yelled as anger consumed me and I kicked her in between her legs. Her face reddened as she fell to her knees. I kicked her on the side of her head and then shot her in the thigh.

“Make sure you die slowly, bitch!" I yelled, kicking her one last time.

“Mrs Bandini! Heavens, no!" The guard said as he found me. I grit my teeth and kicked the bitch again. The guard approached me cautiously as he said into his walkie talkie, “She's been found. I repeat she's been found. There's an almost dead female with her. Send backup."

“Nobody help her. Let the bitch die a painful death," I said as I stalked in front of him. I'd make my escape another day but for now, I looked at my gun and placed it inside my jeans. I let my shirt cover it. The guard walks cautiously behind me as we exit the forest at the same time two black cars roll into the mansion and stop at the entrance.

Killian and one other man I don't recognize step out of one of the cars and a middle aged couple step out of the other. The McIntyres. I recognized them. I hadn't done business with them yet though. They were the head of the Irish Mafia anf I supposed Killian was trying to reach an agreement with them. His eyes narrowed at my bloody appearance and I smirked as I sauntered towards him.

“Oh, hubby," I yelled, hugging him. Leaning up to his ear, I whisper, “You're going to agree to my demands right now or else I'm going to prove to these people you've lost your touch and will most definitely fuck them up. Your call, hubby."

“Oh, Killian, is that your wife? She looks extremely…colourful,” a female voice said. Killian glared at me as he looked at them.

“She's an active one. I'm sure you must have heard of her,” he said, turning to me. I was still plastered by his side.

"Yes. The Bratva princess. I would love to get to know her more,” the lady said.

"Well, let's go inside then. I mean, the plan was originally dinner and my wife was supposed to be dressed for the occasion. I suppose she got caught up in her activities,” he said, looking down at me and then throwing threatening glares at the guards.

The couple walked ahead of us as we entered inside. Killian excused himself and followed me up to my room.

“What did you think you were doing? Why aren't you ready yet?”

“Nobody told me I had to get ready. Also, I won't be getting ready if you don't agree to my demands. And you can't force me, husband," I said standing beside my bed. Killian looked like he would murder me there and then but he held himself and nodded. Coming up to me, he put an arm around my waist.

“Alright then, wife. I'll take this though," he said, swiftly pulling the gun away from me and leaving.

“Killian!" I yelled as he walked out without answering me. Idiot.

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**Killian**

I was going to teach my wife a much needed lesson. Not only had she tried to escape, she almost killed some of my men and even threatened me. Incredulous. Unbelievable. I stepped into her room and pulled off my tie and blazer as I waited for her to exit the bathroom. I rolled my sleeves to my elbow and placed my cufflinks on her bedside table. I didn't have to wait long. She exited soon with a towel wrapped around her.

“Ah! What are you doing here?" She asked, narrowing her eyes. I stood up and grabbed both of her hands, binding them together with my tie. “What?"

“You've been a bad girl," I said, pulling off her towel. Her breasts fall free and I grab a nipple, twisting and flicking it. Her breathing sharpened as she closed her eyes. I picked her up and then sat down on the bed, putting her across my thighs.

“Killian, wha—" I spanked her ass. She yelped then shivered a bit.

“I'm going to teach you how to be a good girl, okay? Now when I ask a question, you answer. Failure to do so and I'll add more understood?” I said, spanking her ass again. I liked the feel of her soft skin against my palm.

“Where did you escape from?” I asked, spanking her left cheek.

"Balcony,” she moaned out. I nodded.

"Where did you get the bombs?”

“Found them.” I spanked her four times.

"Where?”

"Plant under my window.”

"Good girl. Now count to ten,” I said as I spanked her continuously.

" Seven” she moaned, grinding her pussy against my thigh.

"Ten,’’ she said finally. I rub my hands over her ass and then slide down to her soaking pussy. So my wife gets off on pain, huh. I rub her clit gently then sink a finger inside her.

"Mmh, Killian,” she moaned, grinding against my finger. I smirk as I continue fingering her tight hole, adding two more fingers. Few minutes later, my wife comes undone all over my fingers. I place her on the bed and stand up with her juices dripping down the front of my pants. I look at my wife's quivering body and then walk out, not paying the guards any mind.

I lift my finger to my face and lick it. I will be getting another taste from my wife.