"You don't want to get pregnant do you?" She had seen it coming. The chance was too lucrative for him to not dig each one of his suspicions out and yet the question made her perplexed. With what audacity was she supposed to say she hated the idea of children. She loathed her own life so much to give birth to another one. The sheer will to be pregnant was downright toxic. Life was a rotting insufferable punishment she had survived because of the sins of her parents. She always looked at being childless as a present to her children for never having to suffer the stupid life. For all that she had learnt so far, her life wasnt lived, it was endured, suffered. She was sure under the rule of her husband if her children at all lived they would nothing less than bear their life than live it. It was too horrible out in the consciousness that she never wanted her unborn children to experience it. She knew she sounded absurd. It was absolutely irrational for someone who hadn't looked at their
"Get ready"A voice called out.She absently tossed to the other side, slowly to not add pressure on her bruises. A hand abruptly snatched the blanket off her, making her jolt from slumber."I said get ready"She rubbed her eyes, looking at him as if he had asked her for her kidney.He looked unbothered. Tying his tie with his usual poker face, looking ready to leave for work, as if yesterday hadn't happened, as if life moved on faster for him than anyone else.Her hand still itched from the red marks of his tight rope, reminding her that time was working just fine for her."Where" she whispered that came out muffled by her wretched throat.He looked at her through the mirror, raising his brow.She immediately understood questions weren't in order. She hadn't particularly been very good to earn that right yet.Covering herself with the blanket she made her way to the bathroom, stumbling as she did so, understanding that her balance today wasn't supposed to be trusted too...She found
After three days of spending time in his office she started bringing her own stuff. Ploping her laptop in front, she worked as he screamed into phones and god knows what muttered to his goons. She realised, inside the four walls of office he was extremely workaholic. She hardly ever saw him relaxed and chatting with his people. He would be either clenching his teeth because someone didn't follow his order or carry his stoic face around the table where he worked for hours.This was probably the only time where she truly got to see how he worked. Italians bustled in his office and listened to him as if he read Bible. She was sure probably they all took his words on their hearts too, listening and following intently.She liked seeing people blabbering in foreign language, probably discussing crime and planning it. Although what she didn't like was one particular man that had ever so tauntingly drilled fear in her heart.She'd see Dominic, under the secure protection of her husband or not
Without wasting a single moment he glued the phone to his ear. His pulse rose in a strange anticipation, he didn't have a good feeling about this.Before he could prepare himself to hear what had already befallen, he heard a plea, a meek and helpless one. She sounded stuck, desperately begging someone in the deadly silent room."No...no...please...I can't...."He stood up with a jerk, letting the heavy chair fall back with a thud. He didnt say anything back, there wasnt a need to.Swift as thunder he barged out the door cutting the call. He knew more than he needed to. She is in trouble.Stomping through the hallway, he speedily tramped through the way to kitchen, knowing she must be somewhere on the way.He had already activated the tracker he had set in her phone. Never had he thought he'd need to use it so soon. His heart hammered fiercely, pumping adrenalin in his throbbing veins, desperate for the blood of whoever had dared touching her. The tracker immediately buzzed to life,
She watched from the slit of fabrics, remaining concealed behind the curtains as frantino mansion inundated with familiar faces she had seen at their wedding. It was obvious there was a havoc outside in the mafia world. The repercussions of Don killing his own brother were imminent. She could feel the heat of inferno his death had inflicted upon frantinos. Sadist or not Dominic was an important member of the family. His dangerous ways had accomplished hard jobs the simple way. His hands reached inside politics as deep as ones could reach. No one had had imagined the demise of such a strong man by the don himself. His desires to accede to donship rotted in his grave dug far away from where the respected frantinos laid buried. With his death ended everything, his ambitions, his dreams, and the very secrets that carried him to his grave. Just as expected, the reverberations followed the wrath of his family, interrogations from Auclairs and the rage. The very rage that still pulsed insid
It seemed impossible.Had his issues with Donavan been so deep that he considered doing something so unforgivable?"Killing him was wise" Donavan stated, gently interwining his hands through her hair as they dangled off the handles of chair.It indeed was. It proved to Auclairs that no matter who the snitch would be, Frantinos kept no room for forgiveness. For them, disloyalty was a liability that was never endured inertly. If anything at all, it strengthened Frantino's relationships with Auclairs. There was no space for misunderstandings now. The baseless snitch was caught and killed.But this part of truth was only for the underworld that thought of Dominic as a disloyal bastard. Their unawareness of his potential to be a brutal rapist was legendary.The confidential piece of information only revolved inside the family, like toxic gas in holocaust. Everyone found it difficult to come upon acceptance that Dominic had died for his attempt of rape. As much as embarrassing to gulp the f
He had called the doctor after. Her thinning body and exhausted stature was becoming worrisome.Everytime he would return, she would be lying down, not necessarily sleeping, just playing dead with open eyes, sometimes staring at herself in the mirror, sometimes at the wall.He hadn't received a chance to notice before but her eating habits had taken a hit too. Her mood swings, irregular insomnia and disturbed phases could not all be justified for Dominic's death, or it could.Donavan wasn't a man who took chances and he knew he never would, especially with her.She forced herself to stop procrastinating. Her tiredness seemed to have no end. Every time her mind would feel fresh to walk up and get something done, her body would force her down, telling her to rest a little more than she needed to.She sat instead. Resting her laptop on her lap.She suppressed a yawn as it slithered up her mouth, watering her eyes, urging for a nap. After hitting send on her final email she closed the lid
She felt the plug of air stucked in her throat, clutching her breathe in a frightful embrace.No matter how blatantly clear the truth laid, she refused to believe it.It wasn't possible. She had been more faithful to her pills than she had been to anyone else. Scientifically there was superficially no way her pills hadn't worked. It was all but a cruel game of fate that seemed to always catch up with her.Her face exuded hint of any colour making her paler as the truth sank deeper and deeper, sucking every ounce of life. She couldn't believe she had failed to conclude it far before doctor had. If she had known this earlier, and known before Don did, she had a speck of chance to do something about abortion but now that donavan was involved, every door of hope thudded shut on her face. He would bend backwards to make sure she wouldnt do anything to harm their baby.Tara wanted to smack herself for not recognizing the mess earlier, but again, she couldnt blame herself. For someone who to