Share of hell

[A/N: Just a little reminder that this book is rated 18+, as there will be sexually explicit scenes that some readers may find disturbing. ]

Marcelo~

The constant pitter patter of rain drops against my window sill, was the only sound keeping me company, as I sat alone with my thoughts. Thoughts that revolved around a particularly interesting female.

Emilia Anderson! She grew up to be a fucking goddess, one I'd love to worship on my bed.

Those baby blue eyes and the sadness they seemed to hide, I couldn't get them out of my head. Not that I even wanted to, I've always had a thing for her.

Taking a puff of my tobacco joint, I thought back to how stunning she looked in that red, evening dress. I bet she looks even better without it.

The full swell of her plush lips, and her ripe, bodily curves that were out on full display. The things I would do to that body...

How she ended up with such an asshole for a husband, was a total mystery to me. Why Bronx, of all people? It made no damn sense!

"Boss, here are the files you asked for." Martinez announced, disrupting my train of thoughts.

I turned around to look at him, and he didn't seemed too pleased by whatever he was reading in the file.

"Any findings?" I asked, finally discarding the tobacco.

"It says her both parents and only sister are deceased. They died in a car accident." Martinez said, making my frown deepen.

Suddenly, the sadness in her eyes began to make sense. I could imagine the kind of pain she had to go through alone, and for the first time in a while, I felt bad for someone.

"Any information on her marriage to Bronx?" I asked Martinez, who was still reading through the files.

"Not really, Boss!"  He replied.

"Although, it says the marriage took place immediately after...you know?"

I hummed to myself, as I mulled over this new piece of information. The fact that she was getting married immediately after such a tragic incident, had me with a lot more questions.

I spent years away from her, running my father's mafia empire in Sicily. I became very feared and powerful, but I couldn't protect her. I wasn't there for her, when she probably needed me the most. I wasn't allowed to come for her.

"Do you want us to do anything about it, sir?" Martinez enquired again, ready to take orders from me.

It would be way too easy to just take Emilia from that dick head, but I needed to be sure that she wanted me to do it.

"Not yet, Martinez." I replied my consigliere.

"She still doesn't know who I am now."

"You don't think she'll be able to handle it?" He asked me, closing the file in his hands.

Sudden lightning, followed by the loud clapping of thunder, echoed through the rainy night.

From the looks of it, Emilia had been through her fair share of hell. I didn't think I knew what she could handle anymore.

"I don't know," was the simple reply I gave Martinez.

"...but she's your best friend, right?"

"Was!" I corrected him.

"We were just kids back then."

A sense of nostalgia washed over me, as I thought back to the times we attended highschool together.

"And now? She means nothing to you?" Martinez persisted with his questions, making me go silent.

My mind flashed back to the ring I saw on her finger earlier tonight, the way she sat close to Bronx at the dinner table, and how she pulled away from me, when she saw him approach us.

Martinez looked like he wanted to say something again, before his cellphone suddenly buzzed.

We shared a brief look, before he took his call, and I watched his face contort into a frown.

"What?" I asked him immediately he was done with the call.

"She's here." He answered, looking me right in the eyes.

I instantly knew who he was talking about, and my surprised expression mirrored his own.

The next minute, I was storming out of the study with Martinez following right behind me.

I had given her my address and asked her to come over, but I didn't expect it to be by this time of the night. Did something happen?

Running down the flight of stairs, I came to a sudden halt, as my eyes finally landed on a shivering figure, right in the middle of the living room.

"Emilia?!" I whispered in utter shock, as she turned around to face me.

She had her arms wrapped around her barely covered body, as she seemed to have been totally drenched in the rain. Her lips were trembling from the cold, and I immediately took off my suit, wrapping her in it.

There was a dark bruise on her left eye, and a cut on her lips. Her eyes were red and swollen, and I didn't need to ask her who was behind it. I instantly knew, and from the looks of it, so did Martinez.

He probably did this to her because he saw her with me.

"I...I didn't know where else to run." She muttered, before melting into my arms and sobbing profusely.

"Ssshh...It's okay!" I cooed, stroking her hair gently.

"You're okay now."

I continued to whisper softly into her ears, as she clung onto me like her life depended on it.

I didn't ask her anything, didn't pull away either. I just stood there and allowed her to let out her tears.

Knowing glances were exchanged between I and Martinez, as he silently awaited orders from me.

I gave him a subtle nod, and that was all he needed to be on his way. He knew exactly what to do.

I was personally going to make Bronx pay.