Welcome To Hell

LUCA'S POV.

She didn't say a thing; she didn't flinch either. I felt her body tense beneath the gun and it wrecked on my nerves the more,

With gritted teeth, I pressed the gun harder against her temples, her eyes locked into my piercing blue ones. 

I sniffed even harder into the air, the scent of sex mixed with sweat evident; she looked like a mess.

Her hair ruffled. the gown she had worn, along with the thong tossed carelessly across the floor. She had the duvet wrapped over her body, clinging on to her skin by its dear life.

“Tell me, Isabella… Maybe I'll play nice. Who the fuck was it? Tell me now or I'll burn down the fucking house looking for  him." I cursed at her; I was loud; I was losing control.

I was enraged, bitter. Jealous... and fuck, this was a wrong time for this shit, but I was hard... fucking hard. So much that it pressed against my pants,

She looked hot; matter of fact, she looked sexy all through the damn party. Her resilience had turned me on all day; I hated to admit the fact, so I brushed it aside, thinking of it as just me needing to get laid.

And now seeing her this vulnerable, barely clothed. Smelling like an after sex made my balls hurt.

Yet the image had me nauseous; panic shot up my spine; the thought of her on her belly while some man fucked her from behind made my blood boil.

All I had fucking seen was red.

“You are insane; no one was here!” She responded, trying to sound tough, but that was the thing… She was trying too hard, so much that her voice had severed.

Her eyes darted around the room, as if looking for any clues that could fucking sell her out.

I pulled a phone to my ear.

“Check the CCTV cameras; anyone heading in or out of my wife's room, I'd like to know.” As soon as the link was clicked I spoke.

A few seconds into it, the voice came on again, shaky, dreading. “It's down; nothing is on… at least an hour now.?It's been blank," the head of security explained.

“Fucking wanker! What the bloody hell should that mean?” I questioned, each word I spoke dripping with venom.

Isabella whined, the gun was poking into her skin now, making an outline of its shape  on her head… but; she fucking caused it, at least I didn't rip her apart or skin her alive…yet.

I'd have fun doing that later, but first, I need to know who had the guts to sleep with her! To fuck her, so much her hair became a rough mess.

I pressed my knee against her side, pushing her over towards the bed; she sucked air in through her teeth, wincing from the pain, but she wasn't trying today… She hadn't snapped back, having no loose words or snarky retorts… She was simply still. Silent.

“Get Antonio here now!”  I ordered ending the call before tossing my phone against the floor harshly.

I corked up the gun, and my hands settled on the trigger.

“Speak now! I swear I'll pull the damn trigger if you don't…and I'll be sure to keep you alive, but in pain, you bloody slut”  I cursed, seething with rage.

“Does it change anything? Go ahead, Luca, pull the damn trigger, but it won't change my response; no one was here. You are really paranoid.” 

She had the upper hand; she was setting a tease. I pressed the gun even harder. Fine, if she wanted to play nasty, two could play the game.

The door flung open while I was about to make a shot. Antonio walked in slowly, his eyes narrowed from the position I was in, hunched over Isabella's head, my hand on the trigger and Isabella pinned to the bed, suffocating into the mattress.

“The CCTV camera was out, technical difficulties,” Antonio explained with  a curt nod, 

“Fucking hell! Fuck this!” I cursed. Pulling the trigger.

A gunshot rang through the room; Isabella tensed up, and a loud gasp escaped her lips.

I had shot wired into a hole right above her head, into the mattress

I pulled away from her, grabbing her by the hair; she flinched backwards, finally baring her face toward mine, her eyes filled with tears streaming down her cheeks.

She believed I would shoot her... heck, I almost shot her.

“I want the cameras to be traced. Check for any suspicious presence, and yes... I want every working staff and security member of the inner house sacked and replaced immediately.” I ordered Antonio he responded with a bow.

He passed Isabella and me one last glance before talking away from the room.

“I told you, no one was here…You should have shot me, because I swear by my life I'll kill you, and it will be soon, Luca.”  She threatened, in between sobs, sniffing hard, I realised I scared her pretty bad. And I liked it; now she was  getting a hang of who the boss was.

“I'm a mafia… a ricci for fucks sake, I'd be damned before  letting you fuck  around with some cheap bum… consider yourseld lucky, and since you have so much time to go sleeping like a fucking whore… you stay with me henceforth!” I deadpanned in a low, menacing tone.

“Fuck off… You can employ a new batch all you want, but it makes no difference; you don't own me. I'll fuck who I want.? Too bad your paranoia is sucking up to your ass, there! Was! No! One!” She repeated her voice dripping with mockery,

I felt irritated that my skin crawled hearing her… She had beaten me to it; there was no evidence thanks to that damned technical bullshit. Fine, 

 She was done pulling my strings. 

I thought hatred was enough, but if she wanted to get down to the death enmity, I'd gladly give her.

“I'll have your stuff packed into  my room, i'll have my eyes on you all day and night onward… I would not let you out of my line of sight, ever. You thought being married to me was bad enough? Well…Welcome to hell; I'll show you what being married to me actually means.”