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Chapter 50: Susanna's pov
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My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 51: Susanna's pov
I kick my feet forward and wicked hands grab my calves, pushing them back until my ankles are secured as well, my legs spread so far apart, my thighs cramp.Testing the restraints and finding them unmovable only has wild panic flaring in my blood.The beatings, I could take. Being kicked around, used and abused...I would back fight until I was knocked out or thoroughly overpowered. But being restrained like this, unable to lash out and protect myself for however long it takes to shield my mind from the depravities about to be unleashed on me...it would be the end of me. The end of my will and strength. It might truly break me.“Please.” It is more a desperate snarl than a plea as the guards exit the room. “Please!”A velvety smooth chuckle runs along my spine, snapping my attention from the door to the lone figure approaching me. White suit. Smooth lines. Clean. Empty blue eyes. Fear closes around me like a fist, whole, dominating, absolute. My bladder loosens slightly as the light k
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On some days, the burden of the guilt is too heavy to lift. On those days, the pipe is never too far, filling my lungs and head with oblivion. He would discover it soon, my sin. And he would punish me for it. I often wondered if it would be a shot to the head, like he’d killed Mario for touching her, or if it would be slow and painful, like the deaths of the men he already has rotting in his basement for abducting her in the first place.Of course, I had to kill them when he left. I couldn’t risk them giving him my name, not when I knew Zefiro Visconti was the devil that never forgave. I might be his wife, but there were lines we Italians didn’t toe with each other.Lovers and wives were targets during the power wars, but everyone knew touching a single hair on the women’s heads wasn’t just a crime. It was a sin. There would be no forgiveness. Blood would call for blood, and the only way Zefiro wouldn’t have me chopped in pieces for what I have done is if I killed him.When I was yo
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There were no more beatings, the crack of the belts and whips on my skin necessary only during coitus. There were options. Safe words. I never uttered them. Jaxon didn’t want me to, anyway.I never fought him, never spoke back. There was no need to. He’d given me everything I no longer deserved. I was reduced to the status of inhuman, degraded to something lower than an animal, but he still lost himself between my legs, told me that he loved me.I believed him.Sometimes, when I sleep, my mind conjures images of a different time. Of a different man. A darkness to Jaxon’s blonde, and eyes that were not nearly of this world. But when I wake up, those memories slip through my fingers.I let them, because they are worth nothing.He didn’t come for me. Jaxon did. Jaxon broke me, but he’d saved me. So, I made myself forget him, his name, his smell, his touch. It was the only way I could love my husband again, and truly appreciate him.Still, I couldn’t part with the ring. Couldn’t chunk it
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“You’re a long way from home, Visconti,” Jaxon says, his voice smooth but unmistakably hostile. His fingers flex on my thighs, parting them wider as he grips hard, a deliberate move because of the man at the table’s head whose gaze washes over me like honey on skin. “Most find the climate in Moscow harsh and the streets hostile. In truth, I had hoped you might get mugged to death in the streets, but it’s not too late, I assume.”I don’t flinch or look, but I hear the smile in Zefiro’s voice as he responds, “Your message was well received, though, I can’t say the same for your mercenary.” An amused glance to the left--I have no idea when my gaze drifted to his beautiful face--and Mr. Visconti’s man...another face that brings me memories and a little bit of relief, brings forward a bloodied man, beaten beyond recognition and limping on both broken legs. His ripped up suit marks him as one of ours, and his eyes turn pleading once they land on Jaxon and me. The demon at the table’s head
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Zefiro tsks. “Shame. A year, then.”El Diablo pushes his cash forward as well, hopping on the bargain, and the look Jaxon levels him is one that promises death. But he isn’t the only. Jaxon has left every man salivating with need after me and they’ll bargain for their pound of flesh, fight for it even.“One night,” he growls. “That’s my only offer.”Some men nod, delighted enough that they get a taste of my flesh for just one night. Surprisingly, Alexei concedes, his attention returning to his cellphone, like he’d only chirped in to force Jaxon’s hand.Zefiro, however, isn’t through. “I’ll win, but I’ll let you keep this if you give her to me for a month.”His eyes flick to the cash laid out in the briefcase I hadn’t noticed beside him until now. It’s the largest briefcase I’ve laid eyes on, and I’ve never seen so much money in my life. Millions of euros, I’m sure. Maybe even tens of it. Could be more.Why bother, I think. Why bother spending so much for some public pussy, just for a
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Fourteen months, two weeks, four days.And all I find is a husk. An empty shell of unnervingly pale skin and lifeless gray eyes.The scanner beeps an angry red, swiftly as Rizzi flips it over her neck. I snarl softly at the sight of the collar, but refrain from ripping it and the tracker off her neck.Any form of proximity seems to set her off. Rizzi already tried asking her to take it off and what did she fucking say? “Jaxon wouldn’t like that.”He treated her like an animal, and she’d looked at him like if he asked her to suck on his feet, she would have. She fought to get in the car, had raked her nails across my face when I asked her to. Blood still drips from the cut, my handkerchief pressed into my skin.I understood Jaxon’s smile then, as he’d tossed her aside like she meant nothing. He’d handed over a different woman, nothing left of the Susanna I had come to know in her. Someone so utterly broken, she clung to her master like he was her salvation, the rest of the world her en
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The door on my left swings open and the little pockets of air I’ve selfishly gulped down my throat vanishes as Zefiro slides in beside me.My nails prick the leather of the backseat and a white handkerchief lands in my thigh. My fingers squeeze the silken material, unsure if it is meant for the blood or my tears and I let myself glance left. There is blood on his sleeves.“You could’ve told me.” My voice cracks on the last word.His head cocks, but his gaze remains out the window. “I did.” When his brown eyes find mine, there is fire alive in them…and hurt. “You’ll never trust me, will you?”“I—I was…I d—didn’t…I just—“He shakes his head and laughs a little, dark curls caressing his high cheekbones. “You have no idea the lengths I would go, the depravities I would commit to protect you. And if I could, I would carry your pain and scars, wear them with pride so you never have to. I would give—have given—everything. I have killed for you, bled for you, gone to war with myself, my worl
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More shots ring through the hall and screams follow, with scrambling feet and scraping chairs. The singer's voice falters and wobbles, before ceasing altogether. The adept fingers on the piano, however, doesn't stop. I stare at Jaxon for a time. From his lifeless blue eyes, the blood pouring from the top of his head, from his chin onto my hands, my clothes. A subtle tremble begins from the core of my being, from the core of where the woman in me resides, spreading out until my fingers are cold, numb and filled with tremors. An arm lands on my shoulder, pulling me off Jaxon and I thrash against it, finding it difficult to aim, to keep the gun in my grasp. I just killed him. "Relax," Rizzi grunts against my ear. "It's about to get bloodier. We need to get you out of here." My gaze veers right and my stomach churns. Petrovich has a bullet between his brows, and his head hangs from an awkward angle of the chair's back. The woman who had b
