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My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 3: Susanna
I met Jaxon when I was sixteen. We got married when I was seventeen. It wasn’t so much a union of love as it was of necessity. I owed him. He owned me. The first and second years of our marriage had been painful. But it got better when I learned how to submit. How to be a docile little bitch when he needed me to. When I learned to sit by his feet without thinking it…humiliating. When I learned how to stand naked and take his sadistic administrations. When I learned to pretend to enjoy it. I’ve been married to him for four years and I’ve only set foot outside our home twice. It isn’t really ours. He likes to pretend it is mine, give me the illusion of freedom by leaving me all alone. For days sometimes. For weeks. I could walk right out through the gates. There are no guards to stop me. But I won’t. Why? Jaxon knows everything. There are cameras everywhere, monitoring my every breath. He’ll find me if I run—I know this, because I’ve tr
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 4: Zefiro
She’s asleep in the backseat, in my fucking coat. So much for wanting to flee from the sight of her and there she lies, snoring softly, her nightdress covering absolutely nothing as she turns, trying to get comfortable amongst my luggage. Bloody, flying fuck. “Sir, if I may—” I raise a tired hand to the new chauffeur. “Leave it. Have the first room in the guest wing tidied.” I groan at the thought of her in my sheets, in my bed, in my fucking house, without clothes. “No, the last room should do. Have it freezing cold. Disconnect the heater.” The middle-aged man arches a brow at me as I meet out more instructions, but he doesn’t ask questions as he hurries across the yard, past the front doors. With a ragged sigh, I get out of the car and pull her door open. “Mrs. Hawke?” I call out. Her lips remain parted and her features peaceful. There are purple bruises along her cheekbones and cuts on her neck and arm
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 5: Susanna
I hug myself as the car bumps roughly and pull to a stop. I toy with the hem of the pyjamas Mr. Zefiro provided me with last night—it is all I had to wear between my display of bravado last night and my pathetic attempt of an escape plan this morning. A door shuts in the distance and I close my eyes, praying to whatever gods exists—not that they’ve ever listened to me anyway.I stiffen when the lock clicks and the lid is lifted. And so, Mr. Zefiro finds me in the trunk of his car.Leave? Where was I supposed to go with no money? Or shoes for that matter? Planning to seduce some money and kindness out of him flopped when the man refused to leave his study the entire night. Stealing from him didn’t work either because after hours of sneaking around his house and locating his bedroom, it was locked.So, in the early hours of the morning while his chauffeur had prepared the car for his use, I knew the best way to leave without asking for the prick’s help was by hitching a ride without
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 6: Susanna
I was defiant for the first few months and my stepmother punished me for it. It was never the kind of punishments that marred my skin. After all, I had to look perfect for the men. My body had to be perfect, my skin a blank canvas for them to paint with c*m and bruises.My stepmother’s punishments were the kind that stained one’s soul with an oily darkness that could never be washed away; the kind that broke one’s will.“Don’t speak a single word, not even when you are spoken to.”It’s the first word Zefiro has said to me since “Cazzo”. It’s the first time he’s acknowledged my presence or looked my way in over ten hours. Agreeing to help me doesn’t include talking to me, I suppose. I just wish I’d brought a book with me or something. I’d been wound up too tight to sleep in the jet and when I asked the cabin hostess to help me set up the display, she had outrightly snubbed me and walked over to Zefiro’s seat way behind me and spoken something Italian to him with the sultriest smile I’v
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 7: Susanna
I haven’t seen Zefiro since that day and it’s been over a week.Truth? I don’t particularly miss him and his rude, perfect lips. I’m fitting in just fine with the rest of the maids. I have a room here, though, it’s alongside the guards’, but it’s mine. The first real thing I’ve had in a while that is mine. I’m horrible at cooking, but the cook likes me anyway. Says I’m oddly enthusiastic and a fast learner.Half the maids don’t like me. Could be because they think I’m sleeping with Zefiro to get special treatments. The other half are so accommodating, you’d think we’ve all been best of friends since childhood. I couldn’t be bothered with the sneers I got, since I was working hard to earn my keep. My first real job. My first real anything. The house manager, Adrianna, had told me the monthly pay would be enough to cover for my accommodation at the house and there’d be enough to keep to myself.I don’t think I’d ever smiled that brightly in my life. If I could save enough, I could leave
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 8: Zefiro
I gave Adrianna one order: keep Susanna the f*ck away from me. I didn’t care if she went to the ranch and cleaned out horseshit or sat in the kitchen for hours. I didn’t want to see her long hair, or her grey eyes, and Christ, her *ss in that uniform.Apparently, no one listens to me because there she is, serving our guests who do not have the same reservations as me when it comes to looking at her. They make jokes about f*ck*ng her in the *ss in Italian, and none the wiser, she smiles politely responding to their requests in English professionally. No matter that the only reason they ask her to get more salt is to watch her *ss jiggle and peer under her skirt as she bends.“Zefiro?”I tear my gaze away from the latest object of my nightmares and obsession and give my attention to Valentina Morreti. Beautiful, siren green eyes, plump lips, sinful curves—not Susanna. Dio.For a week, I have been on too many blind dates to count, all at my grandmother’s behest. With Enzo in a coma and a
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 9: Susanna
PastBlue eyes. Hard. Emotionless. Empty. They track me as I emerge from the old, beaten down door of my bedroom, and goosebumps surge up my arms at the attention. He’s the prettiest man my stepmother ever let in here, but he might have as well been a statue of cold indifference. A chill runs down my spine as I close the distance between us, my bare foot skidding across the dirty rug and my brown slip of a dress dragging behind me, catching the oils I spilled across the floors in a hurry to dress up and the puddles of soup and dried piss. His eyes don’t light up like the others do when they sight me in this transparent silk dress. Neither does his pants bulge. I do not think he is impressed by me. I must not have tried hard enough.Fear tightens around my throat like a vise as my stepmother’s words resound in my head. Mr. Hawke’s a very important man, Susie. Would be a shame if he left…dissatisfied. Disappoint him, and you’ll be working till dawn…with less discerning clientele.I hide
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 10: Susanna
Mauro squints with his right eye, and when his eyes focus on Zefiro, he grins, teeth bloodied. His body shakes with violent fits of laughter as he fights against the binds around his hands and legs. “You always were a blood thirsty bastard, hiding behind that pretty face of yours.” Mauro looks around, as if searching for an escape. “But you never fooled me.” He refocuses on Zefiro and says something roughly in Italian that sounds like gibberish, but I stow the words away for later. “C'è un demonio dentro di te.” Zefiro cocks the gun. “I had you looked into.” A hand slips into the pocket of his pants and he retrieves pictures, tossing them in the air and Mauro watches with an expression akin to dread as they rain down on him. “Every twitch. Every transaction. I could forgive going against my orders—” “Your orders?!” Mauro spits with venom. “You lost your place as boss the moment you walked out on us for your stupid whore—” Zefiro’s bulky guard slams his fist into Mauro’s nose and I w
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My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 49: Susanna's pov
“H-home?” My breath lodges in my throat, and for the first time, I notice the woman standing behind, speaking in hush tones into her cellphone. Waves of full red hair falls over the back of a black long dress and her arms drop, her body tilting to face me fully. Icy dread pours through my veins, turning my blood to frost as the world around me closes in on the click of red heels and equally red smile. A crushing weight presses down on my chest and the nauseating stench of wrongly layered perfume suffocates me. A hand comes down on my hair, running down my face and I curl back, my ass hitting the floor and my heels scraping against stone. “N-no. Get away from me!”Valentina gives an order and I am set back on my knees roughly, my head pushed down until my lips brush against Morwenna’s feet.“I’ve been looking for you, Susanna,” Morwenna says with faux worry, her hands threading lovingly through my hair. “Why do you do this to me? Do you have any idea how worried Jax is? How could yo
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 48: Susanna's pov
My head slams into something hard on descent, stirring me awake. I moan at the pain, but my voice is muffled, my lips dried and hurt around a foul tasting piece of cloth.A gag.My vision is tinged with darkness and my air filtered as I breathe in deeply. It takes a moment to realize the darkness is a hood over my head and my legs and hands have been bound, skin chafed raw from restraints.I kick, frustrated, screaming into the gag, rolling and hitting into anything I can feel around me, but I only end up hurting myself. I instantly recognize the steady hum of aircraft and engines that drowns out the sound my assault, and my blood runs cold.Where am I being taken? I knew freaking out wouldn’t help but being somewhere in the skies, literally anywhere right now, in the entire world, doesn’t exactly calm my nerves.How long have I been out and who took me? Was it the enemies Rizzi spoke of?Was it Jaxon?Every hum, every shift of the engines sets my nerves on edge. My heart is pounding
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 47: Susanna's pov
Rizzi snorts. "His life is never in danger, Mrs. Hawke." I bristle at the name, but say nothing, changing my direction and heading for our parking spot. I'd have loved to stay longer but I'm too young to die and a bullet through my head is a rather ugly sight. "How long have you known him?" I ask, sighting Rizzi's car down the lot. There's a black van directly behind it, parked vertically, blocking us out. I notice his frown and at a second glance, I add with a mouthful of chocolate dipped cones."There's someone in the driver's seat." He nods. "Thirty-four years." Rizzi's frown eases a little, the corner of his eyes softening into a secret smile. "He used to call me *frantello*." I start to smile but the air on my neck rises suddenly, a sense of unease coming over me. I huddle closer to Rizzi and match his brisk steps, unable to shake the off-feeling. "You're making a mess," Rizzi says as we reach the van, staring pointedly at the uneaten ice c
My Neighbour's Wife 46: Susanna's pov
Sometimes, I wondered if I loved having my heartbroken, making choices that only left me in tears. Maybe I was a sucker for pain and didn't know it yet. The week crawled by rather slowly and all I wanted to do was bawl. I didn't leave my couch, I felt like death. And when I did go to work, I couldn't function. I counted down the hours until I had to return home. I looked outside, expecting to find him, or his men watching me. I woke up, longing to find my underwear stolen or my home breached. But there was no sign of him anywhere. It wasn't until the next week the feeling returned. The tingling sensation that ran down my spine. One that told me I was being watched, followed. My head snaps back as I hand over my credit card, eyes searching every face, looking for a familiar set of golden brown eyes and dark hair of head. I find a familiar face, one I don't like very much. Rizzi's. Bursting out of the Café violently, I take a different tu
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 45: Zefiro's pov
I am cursed with a raging hard-on and a sulky mood, hearing the shower run while I make pasta. I’m fucking cooking with a damned boner. Rizzi would laugh so hard, I’d shoot his brains out if he was here.When I find her minutes later, she’s curled up in bed, sporting a large shirt and pink shorts, her eyes glued to her TV screen, a half-eaten chocolate bar hovering before her lips as she watches a show with severe concentration.It’s a domestic scene, wrong and so bloody perfect I pause in the doorway. “No way he said that!” She howls, her legs kicking in the air. Her eyes, they twinkle, and I don’t know what to do with myself. She catches sight of me by the door and squeaks a sound that should be unattractive, but makes my inside burn. She sits up, crossing her legs and absentmindedly patting down her hair. “Where’s yours?” she mumbles, eyeing the tray suspiciously.I shrug, dropping onto the mattress beside her. Soft. Too soft. Everything smells like her. “Not a fan of pasta”She
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 44: Zefiro's pov
A small scream echoes through the small apartment, and I look over my shoulder turn just enough to catch her silhouette in the doorway, her mouth a slash of fury.It felt good--her returning home from work to me. Though her expression states otherwise. “How the hell did you--never mind. I don’t even want to know.” She stabs a finger toward the hallway, accusation, judgment—both aimed squarely at me. “Get the fuck out.”Wild curls curtain her face but the fire in her grey eyes blaze me to the core. Some bizarre flutter runs deep in my gut and I frown, puzzled by the clear anomaly. Must be indigestion. Only women had ‘butterflies’.My gaze drops, tracking the soft, gray camisole she wears, cloaked beneath a bulky brown wool coat and loose black jeans. Not even a sliver of skin.I suddenly despised the world that made a twenty-two year old hide her own body. I was hardly one to speak, though, lusting after said woman when I was over a decade older. Would she have laughed more if she gr
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 43: Zefiro's pov
The click of heels against the checkered floors are especially violent and the clouds outside are stormy, much like Nonna’s mood.“Do you have any idea how much I paid to get these off the media?!” She yells, her voice cracking as she sets her tablet down on the table beside me.A side glance confirms pictures from my...engagements yesterday. Gianna sips her coffee with ridiculous concentration. Alessandro cuts me a surprised look before returning his attention to Sylvia, whose ass he seems rather fascinated with. Too bad he no longer has enough fingers to get her there, or any other woman for that matter.Valentina looks livid. She’s had that expression since last night, questions heavy in her emerald green eyes.Maybe I was an asshole, like Susanna would passionately call me, but we did have an agreement. I gave her my name, my money and never requested her presence in my bed as long as she never asked questions on who I chose to fuck, so long as it remained private.I suppose I did
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 42: Susanna's pov
My throat tightens and I snatch my hand back, hiding it from him and prying eyes. “Anything is better than being yours or another man’s ‘possession’, and yes, I do love it here.”His jaw ticks subtly and I might not have noticed if I wasn’t devouring his face with my eyes. He stares at me, long and hard, but he doesn’t speak.Feeling unusually tiny under the intensity of his gaze, I whisper, bitterness clogging my throat. “Does she know you’re here? Your wife?”His lips curl into a cruel smirk. “Valentina understands not to meddle in my affairs.”Blood rushes to my cheeks and I look away, curling my hands in my lap. “Why are you here, Zefiro? What do you want?”“I got impatient.” His eyes are dark. “You’ve had a year to think. It’s about time you came back to me.”“I’ll pass on that, thanks.”Dropping the stylus pen, he reaches into his pocket and withdraws a small box. He pushes it across the table slowly. “You see, that’s where you got it wrong, Sue. I wasn’t asking.”My pulse spike
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 41: Susanna's pov
There are natural disasters. Tornadoes, whirlwinds, hurricanes, floods. And then, there is Zefiro. Zefiro the man, Zefiro my lover, Zefiro my stalker. A destructive force made of flesh, bones and beautiful tan skin. The most handsome man I’ve ever seen—could ever see, with the loveliest set of eyes I’ll ever look into, no matter how often they haunt my waking moments.Golden brown like molten honey in the sunlight, his eyes are fastened on me as he cuts through the too eager crowd, who peer at him in awe.Pity they don’t know.He could melt hearts with a deceiving smile, convince those who couldn’t look past the surface that he was...just a man. Gorgeous, yes, but normal. But there was nothing normal underneath that hot, muscular skin. There was nothing sane behind those eyes. Only fire, blood and want.That he located my work place doesn't even surprise me. Frankly, I’ve been waiting since I found the tattoo at the base of my spine. I knew it was only a matter of time till he showed
