12: Obey me

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**Evelyn**

My mother had died when I was 17. That was about 6 years ago. The only thing Father told me was that she was in a car crash. When I asked him if he thought it was planned, he stayed silent. I then asked who he thought it was. Father told me he didn't know. As I stared at the video on replay before me, my anger began to rise slowly and my hand clenched tighter around the device.

I didn't know who had sent me the video but I would be forever grateful to them. They'd just made my goals much clearer; Take Killian Bandini down, even if it meant going with him. I would have called my father and demanded to know why he had kept this from me but I couldn't. The anonymous person also said that Killian has tapped my phone before giving it back to me. That was why they had used an encrypted email and why I was grateful for the news I was currently hearing.

“Mrs Bandini?" The maid asked, hesitantly. I raised my head up and placed my phone face down as I looked her in the eye.

“What is it? What were you saying?" I asked her. I didn't have the patience for this. I was boiling inside. I was angry at myself for letting Killian touch me the way he did last night, angry at myself for even letting my body respond the way it did.

“Mr Bandini said to tell you to see him in his office right now. He said to be quick," the maid relayed the message from my murderer husband as she shifted on her heels. I nodded and then looked at the clock by my bed.

“I see," I murmured before looking back at her with a smile. “What's your name?"

“Eloise, ma'am," she replied.

“Eloise…what a beautiful name. Would you mind getting me a glass of wine, Eloise?" I asked. She opened her mouth to say something but I cut her off with a sharp look. Nodding, she rushed out of the room. Seconds later, she was back trembling while holding my glass of wine. I grabbed it from the tray and swirled it in the glass.

“Ma'am, Mr Bandini said to tell you to come quickly. He said and I quote,"Tell her that she should be here in the next 30 seconds or I swear she'll regret it.’”

Sighing, I sip the wine then look back at Eloise, “You can go tell Mr Bandini that I am not his dog, I'm his wife and either he asks politely or he gets his arrogant ass up here and talks to me. Now shoo.”

Eloise's lower lip trembles as she nodded and walked out of the room. I lay back and rest my leg on the table. Killian is going to learn to respect me while his servants learn to fear me. I've come to take and take I will.

“Wow!" A male voice said. I looked beside me to see Caleb standing at the doorway with a look of awe, fascination and was that respect?

“What? Did my husband send you?" I asked, looking back to my front and taking another sip of my wine.

“He did infact but I'm here for a complete different reason."

“Which is?"

“To pay my respects of course. Killian almost never loses his cool and now you come and make him do it so effortlessly. I'm impressed. Teach me your ways, Evelyn," Caleb said, walking in. I smirked as I set my wine glass down.

“Well, what is the purpose of a wife if not to bring out her husband's truest emotions, is that not right?”

"It is. But what do you gain from all of this?”

I smile as I look down at my wine glass then back up at Caleb."What Killian hopes to gain.”

Caleb looked taken aback before schooling his expression. “Becareful then, sister in law, your husband is unpredictable. I suppose you are too. But keep in mind that fire does not put out fire.”

"We'll see,” I smirked. Just then, the door to the room slammed open and Killian stepped inside. I could swear the atmosphere in the room changed.

“Leave us," Killian said. I could feel his glare on the side of my skull as I sipped my wine peacefully. Caleb stood up and gave me a mock bow.

“Goodluck, Evelyn."

“I hope to see you soon, Caleb," I said, smiling at him. Contrary to Killian's persona, Caleb was very nice. He seemed like the type the saying ‘green snake in green grass' referred to. I liked him.

Caleb walked out, shutting the door closed behind him, leaving only my husband and I. For a minute or two, silence reigned with only the sounds of our breathing filling the room. I sighed as I raised my wine glass to my lips and took another sip.

“I called for you," Killian finally said, uncrossing his arms and stalking towards me.

“And I didn't come. Like I said, I'm your wife, not your dog. You will respect me," I said, dropping the wine glass down and looking up at him. He'd stopped directly in front of me and now, I could practically see the anger radiating off him in waves. I wonder what got his panties in a twist.

“Haven't we cleared this up, Eve? You are my wife only on fucking paper. You have no wifely duties or rights hence you cannot assert your position as my wife," he replied.

"I can and I will. I will not let you walk all over me. Now I suggest you tell me what you're here for.”

"Listen and listen good, okay? You're my wife only by name. We have no further relations apart from that. When I call, you come. When I say jump, you ask how fucking high. I let you get your way once, take that as a victory and be happy. I will not give you any more than that.”

"You didn't LET me get my way. You said I had to earn it and I did. And you still haven't given me anything to do. Also, I'm not your pet. Treat me with respect. You will give me more than that and everything else I ask for.” I yelled. I breathed in and out then picked up my wine glass and downed the whole thing. Killian ran a hand through his hair before turning to me with rage filled eyes. Next thing I knew, his hand was wrapped around my throat and my chest was pressed against his.

Killian lowered his head as his lips crashed onto mine in a possessive kiss. He tightened his grip on my neck, forcing me to open my mouth slightly in order to get air which gave him the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. Killian was tasting me. His tongue and mine fought for domination before I finally bit his bottom lip, drawing a bit of blood. I felt his lips widen as he pushed his lip into my mouth, forcing me to taste his blood. Killian moved his lips to my neck where he placed a tender kiss, staining my skin with his blood.

Looking back up at me, his eyes were a mix of sinister and something I couldn't place my finger on, he said, “Immediately I leave this room, some maids are going to come in and you'll pick out a pretty dress then get dolled up for me. There's going to be a ceremony honoring me—the Capo-Pakhan—and you, my wife. Be a good girl and remember, you're my wife in public and enemy in private.”

Then he pushed me away and stalked out.