Death Wish

Chapter 60

Cephus’ POV

Did she have a fucking death wish? My body is full of aggression and anger. I rip my suit jacket off, throwing it against the wall. How dare she try and tell me what I can and cannot do!

You’re more than this, Figlio… my mother’s voice enters my mind. Fuck. I can’t handle this.

Still, she shouldn’t have defied me. She should have listened. Kept herself quiet and did not interfere with my actions. Now I’m forced to teach her a lesson.

Pulling my slacks and dress shirt off, I slip into a pair of jeans and head down to the basement. My steps are heavy with anger, madness even. I’m not sure if I want to fuck her into submission or kill her.

I grip the key in my hand tightly, begging for the pain to release some of the anger I have within me.

Sliding the key into the door, I step inside and scrutinize her. I take in her small form, and the anger starts to fade away. It is still there, but it’s easing away slowly.

She is lying on the mattress, her eyes are closed, and