9:Satisfy you

**Evelyn**

Today marks my second day being Mrs Bandini. And I am tired of hearing the damned name. It's like everywhere I turn, everywhere I go, it's Mrs Bandini. To make matters worse, Killian has upped security on me and here's the shocker, he's confined me! I've been limited to only a certain wing of the house—a magnificent house it is might I add.

“Mrs Bandini, breakfast is ready. The table is set for you,” the maid assigned to me said through the door. I groaned and fall back onto the bed.

“I already told you to stop fucking calling me that!" I yelled, throwing a pillow at the closed doors. The staff in this house were already used to my unending anger.

“Mrs Bandini, Mr Bandini said I should inform you he's waiting for you at the table. He also said he's giving you five minutes." That gets me attention. I hadn't seen Killian since we arrived in this place. I had a few things to say to him.

I hurriedly stand up and rush to the bathroom. I begin to brush my teeth quickly then stop when a thought hits me.

“Wait, why am I rushing? I should take my time and make him wait,” I thought and began going at a slower pace. Running a bath, I bathed and then came out of the bathroom feeling fresh. I put on a blue jersey and white sweatpants then stepped out of my room.

"Mrs Bandini,” the guards nodded at me, stepping aside to let me pass. I ignored them and walk towards the dining room, noting the footsteps behind me. I had guards follow me everywhere now. Gritting my teeth, I entered the dining room to see Killian looking regal as he eats.

“How nice of you to finally bless me with your presence," his cold voice said taking me away from my thoughts. I raise my head and sit beside him.

“Sure, consider it a blessing, I have no issue with that,” I replied, putting a piece of the pancake in my mouth.

“I believe I haven't made a few things clear to you, Evelyn. I intend to do so this morning and for that I want your co-operation. Make no mistake, I do not need it. I can still force it on you but I realize you may not like my methods so for your own sake, cooperate,” he said, wiping his lips with a napkin and pinning me with a pointed gaze.

“I also have things I want to make clear to you. I promise to cooperate if you do so too,” I point out, cutting into my pancake and bringing it to my mouth. Looking up at him I add,"Now, I permit you to go on.”

I can see his jaw clench and his nose flare. The only indication I've managed to get under his skin. Good. At least now he feels the same way I do about him. I tilt my head downwards and raise my brow, holding his gaze. "So—”

"First of all, I do not need your permission to go on or do anything for that matter. Keep that in mind for future reference.”

“Sure. Is that all? I have far more important things to discuss,” I voiced, fully intending to annoy him as much as I can. Killian raised a hand up and commanded,

“Leave us."

The guards and maids in the room nod and begin to file out of the room leaving me alone with Killian. It would be a lie if I said I didn't feel a twinge of fear in me but I stood my ground and refused to let him see that and capitalize on it. Killian stood up and moved to the food cart the maids used to bring the food to the table. Picking a wine glass and some wine, he poured some for himself and sat back down.

“Now, listen, I've been hearing some very bad reports about your character and frankly, I am not happy with them. Just yesterday I heard you almost rendered one of my men disabled and then made one of the maids cry. Why?"

“Your guards annoy me. I do not need them so if I have to beat them up to prove that, I will. Your maid kept calling me Mrs Bandini and continuously kissed my ass. When she thought I wasn't looking, she picked up your picture and hid it inside her bra. Your past flings are not my business but I would rather not be caught up in whatever you have with your maids.” I answered, rolling my eyes. Killian remained silent for a while before chuckling.

“You're jealous?" He asked, looking at me as he sipped on his wine. I burst out laughing and almost fall over.

“Don't deceive yourself, husband. We're not there yet and truthfully, will never be. Is that all?" I asked. “Seriously, I never thought of you as a dreamer," I muttered under my breath.

I see his hand tighten around the glass. “Stop resisting my authority, Evelyn. Also, it would be best if you stop acting like I disgust you in front of the staff. I will not have word going out that I let my wife misbehave. Not even if she is a mafia princess,” He replied, ignoring everything else I said.

“Excuse me for being expressive," I retorted. Killian shook his head and looked at me with a raised brow.

“What did you have to discuss?"

“I don't like being confined in here like I'm a prisoner who committed a heinous crime. I demand freedom. I also demand my rights as the Capo-Pakhan's wife," I replied, holding my head up high.

“And what rights are those? Enlighten me, please,” Killian answered, a glint of amusement lining the corners of his eyes.

“The right to rule by your side and have access to the matters of the Br— Italian and Russian mafias. Also, a view on the matters of my family business," I informed. Killian looked like he was considering for a second before chuckling as he leaned back in his chair.

"I suppose you know this but I will still tell you, you are only my wife in name. You have no ‘right’. Do not delude yourself into thinking you serve any important purpose,” Killian said menacingly. My hand tightened around my fork and knife, getting ready to gouge his eyes out.

"That was what the agreement with the former Pakhan of the Bratva stipulated. You agreed to it,” I gritted out.

"Is he here? Tell me, does your father or as you called him the Pakhan of the Bratva even want you to be involved in all this? Don't kid yourself, Evelyn. He only added that to satisfy you. You're only good for the dirty shit he doesn't want to involve himself in. Let that sink in,” Killian mocked, rudely. He slowly stood up and came to stand behind me. “Anything else, Eve?"

“You- you monster," I choked out.

Leaning down, he whispered in my ear, “the audacity of women to think they can be valuable in the mafia. They're only good for sex and reproduction."

“You're such an asshole. You're a misogynistic pig. Women are much more than that. I stepped up when even men step down. I make men tremble!"

“Which is why you need to be on a leash, wife. I suppose you weren't taught how to be a good, obedient wife. One mistake your father made that I will correct for sure," he whispered, his hot breath fanning the back of my ear. Killian straightens quickly and walks out with a smug expression on his face. Just as he pulls the door open, he adds,

“Come back when you're not so easy to predict. I might consider then."