DanielleAfter coming home from university, I’m ready for my bed. I’m so exhausted, I feel like I could sleep for days. Maybe I should try to call up Angelica or Loredana to have a good night's sleep. My head is still turning because of the conclusion of the contract Giovanni made me go through yesterday. Thankfully, I could make him reject his obsession for a bed once again as I lured him into an empty lecture room with the excuse of having a quiet place to sign in private. Despite his groaning and protesting, he had me bent over one of the tables pretty fast as I started scooting closer and opening my blouse to show him the new red lingerie that I had bought for him. I clasped the wood of the table as if my life depended on it, and enjoyed his hard thrusts. He consumed his desire fully as he made me his, wiping every single piece of information from my brain as I became undone beneath him. “You have to stop spending your money on such sexy accessories if you want to keep walk
Danielle As he steps back recovering from the blow, I crawl away sobbing. My bag is lying just a few meters away, I just have to find that bloody thing. I don’t get far enough, then as soon as I have grabbed my purse, I get jerked away by him pulling at my ankle. He stands over me, his chest heaving while I roll to a ball to cover from any further attack. “Bitch!” Pulling me by my hair, he gets me to look at him before he hits me again. As soon as I lie on the floor, he delivers a series of kicks, making me fear he will break all my bones with his steel toe boot. I cover my head as much as I can, weeping into my hands as he stops and curses me out. With a last spit, he finally desists from my shaky frame and stomps back into the house. Weakling! Coward! I’m sure he is not used to overpowering a woman on his own. Even if I reckon that he is long gone, I stay in this position for a while, fearing the pain when I'll move. I get up slowly, fighting myself up to prop my weight
Danielle “Danielle, finally. What the hell took you so long?” he answers my call grumpily. “Erm, Hi. Well, nothing.” I sit down on the board of the bathtub and look at the door. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to disturb you. I haven’t read your texts yet. I had quite a lot to do at work and with uni.” “Bullshit, Danielle. I know that you quit already and I’ve been looking for you at uni. Your profs said you haven’t been there for days. I respected your wish not to come and barge in the door but I’m losing my patience here, damn it! Is everything alright?”“No. I mean, yes. I don’t know.” I rub my hand up and down my thighs covered by my jeans. “I’m sorry it's probably nothing. I shouldn’t have called you. I’m awfully sorry if I disrupted your work.”I hear him sigh deeply and I look to the door once again. “Tell me anyway!”I gulp before stuttering awkwardly, not knowing how to tell him what is happening as I don’t even understand it myself. “I- There- A man is here. He is drinking wine
Danielle I wake up feeling the worst I ever felt. As I try to prop myself up onto my forearms, a stingy pain on my back gets me to fall back onto the soft mattress with a cry of pain. My wounds must have opened again, and I claw onto the satin bed sheets, trying to take a few calming breaths as I hear a rustling sound, causing panic to ripple through me. The bed dips and I turn around to see a petite woman climb on the bed while shushing, obviously trying to soothe me. “Shh, Stellina. Everything is good now. Please, don’t move too much. I’ve applied an ointment on your wounds, and it has to dry a bit more to take its effect. I know it’s not comfortable at all. I’m so sorry about this.” I look at her, inexplicably calming down at her words immediately. Must be a hell of a training those human traffickers get. She has big dark brown eyes and the face of an angel. Her black hair is collected in a low updo, and her demeanor makes me feel like crawling into her arms and asking her t
Danielle “So, are you going to tell me where the wounds on your back come from?” He asks me as he drives his fork through the steaming pasta on his plate. “Erm…” I start, clearing my throat. “I will. And I’ll also tell you what happened the night I called you in tears, but I guess we will need more than just wine to get through that.” Biting my lip, I watch how he groans just before taking a bite of his food. “And… I found out who the man was.” “I was fearing as much,” he turns his face to look at me, his eyes burning into mine, making me gulp. “How did you know who he was?” He shifts in his seat, turning to face me. “Don’t hate me.” I nod, and he taps his finger on the table a few times as if he were thinking about where to start his explanation. “I work with such… let’s call them recruiters… as well. They go to the family homes and buy young women from their families to have them working… Well, the streets.” “Oh, God,” I whisper, closing my eyes.He reaches out to take my han
Danielle After making the pact that he wouldn’t go on a rampage when I tell him the truth and not withhold anything, I took a deep breath and let go of everything. Even if he was freaking me out as he listened to me with clenched teeth and a destructive expression, he let me recite my tale without any interruption. By the moment I got to the last few days and just finished telling him how my brother had reopened the wounds he had inflicted on me a few days before with a fiery knife, I could literally feel his rage rolling off him in waves. He pressed his hands together, bringing them to his lips before taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. I gave him a moment to ease down, but he gestured to me to continue. “It can’t possibly get much worse than that!” he growls, making me purse my lips. “I can’t fucking believe this,” he groans, shifting in his seat to prop his arm onto his knees. “Danielle, why the hell didn’t you tell me about this?” Lifting my finger, I stop his angry r
Danielle I feel like I hit a brick wall and take a physical step back, wanting to increase the distance between us but he lifts his hand, cupping my chin, keeping me from distancing myself more. My breath hitches in my throat as I look back up at him, getting imprisoned by his icy glare, “I just don’t want you to be alone tonight. Your week was bad enough.” I nod lightly, making him sigh. “Good night,” he says to no one in particular before he turns around to get into his car. “Good night,” Loredana says from behind me. “You aren’t going to break your promise, right?” I ask, stepping between the car and the open door. He looks up, and finally, I get him to grin at me. “Of course not.” “Okay,” I whisper, taking a step back and hugging myself as he closes the door. Loredana comes to stand next to me, hugging me to her side as we watch Giovanni's and Valerio’s car drive off the parking lot. As I walk home with Loredana in the cool summer night air, I have officially given up on
Danielle “Here,” he says casually, passing me the card he took out of the envelope. “I guess you will need that.” I laugh as I take the key. “Oh, so you won’t keep me locked up in your fancy castle?” “Not unless you want me to,” he jokes, getting out of the car. I put the key into my wallet and follow him to the elevators. “Not really, no. I’m so close to getting my degree, but afterwards, I don’t care.” “Don’t give me strange ideas, Danielle.” He grins at me, making me chuckle. He lets me open the apartment with my new key to check once again if it works and as I close the door behind us, I still can’t shake the feeling off that something just feels awkward. “Are we going out for lunch?” I try to ease up the situation and he nods, not really helping me. “If you want to.” Stepping into my way as I’m about to make a beeline to the wardrobe and change into something else, he makes my heart halt in my chest. “But I have to show you something first. Come with me.” I follow him th
Giovanni Two Years LaterWrapping my hands around my wife, I help her stabilize on her feet as she holds her head. “Oh.” “Are you sure that you are alright?” I ask her, pushing out a strand of hair out of her face.She nods, making my heart squeeze as I’m not convinced as her face seems so pale. “Yes, all good.” “Bullshit, Danielle. You have been feeling unwell for days. We are going to see a doctor right now.” She groans, pushing herself out of my arms. “Can we please just go see my father? Afterward, we can go.” “No,” I answer firmly, putting my hands on the car’s roof, caging her in. “We will go to the doctor’s and after that, we will go see your father.” Shaking her head, she looks up at me with puppy dog eyes. “But we might lose the window. You know how complicated things can be with those appointments and how strict the prisons are. What if they don’t visit me right away and we have to wait?” I click my tongue, giving in as I can’t resist her looking at me like this. Damn
Giovanni “Is it normal to wear the tie so tight?” I clear my throat as I pull at my tie again, feeling like it is cutting into my throat. Valerio laughs, pinching my tie, and shakes his head. “It’s perfectly fine. You are about to hyperventilate. That is all.” I scoff, slipping into my jacket as I walk to the window. “I don’t understand why they can’t just have us walk in together. I mean, where did they bring her?” “Calm down. It’s tradition. They will call her in after the first discussions and blessing with the elders,” he explains to me, wanting to calm me down with information that I already possess. “At least you are not a Degli Baronesi, or you would be choosing your favorite knife at this point.” “What the fuck,” I mumble under my breath, watching the people scurrying outside. He snorts, putting his hands into his pockets. “It’s going to be fine. They love you. They chose you. It’s going to be a nice ceremony and then we can all go and get drunk. Relax.” “You have to l
Danielle I look at him intrigued, laying a hand on my chest, and watch him pull off his now-drenched shirt to toss it onto the ground. “Lift me out…” Following the gesture of his head, I gasp as my eyes fall onto a bottle of lube on the edge of the pool. “Pervert,” I whisper, making him laugh. My eyes scan the surrounding gardens, and I gulp. “Aren’t there people who could hear us? I mean, me?” “Maybe,” he grins smugly. “But we are going to be quiet, aren’t we?” I open my mouth, looking at him shocked, and I’m still pondering on the fact if I should feel afraid. But I guess my stupid body betrays me as I shiver in pleasurable anticipation. “I thought that the hot water would help you relax, but we can just chill if you don’t feel like it,” he whispers, leaving featherlight kisses on my cheek and my jawline. Gulping painfully, I let my eyes roam our surroundings again before I turn my head slightly to look at him. “No, I really want to do it.” His lips stretch into a gorgeous
Danielle “Wait,” I throw my hands in front of my face, taking a deep breath as he freezes, grinning up at me. “Wait. Wait. Wait,” I repeat panically, feeling like I can’t breathe. “What are you doing?” Giovanni lifts his brow, glaring at me. “What does it look like, Danielle?” “Is that the reason why you wanted to see my dress?” I ask, my entire body shaking. “But why?” He sighs, letting his arm slump. “I knew that it wasn’t the right timing. I’ll just get up.” “No, no, no!” I shout, making him look at me with furrowed brows. I lean down, putting my hands onto his shoulders. We stare at each other for a split second, my mouth turning dry as I finally push myself up again. I cross my arms, laying my hands flatly on my chest as I calm my racing heartbeat. “Okay… I’m ready.” “Great,” he laughs, shaking his head, and lifts his arm again. With a small movement, he opens the small ring box, getting my heart to halt in my chest. Clasped between velvet cushions, a white-gold ring wi
Danielle “Sorry,” I tuck my hair behind my ear as I approach a hostess, causing her to smile at me. “I’m supposed to meet with my boyfriend, but I guess he is running late. Must be a table for Fortunati.” The hostess looks at her book and her smile brightens as she gestures to me to follow her. Her Kimono rustles as she walks gracefully, and I am thinking about whether I’m dressed elegantly enough for this luxurious place as she passes the entrance of the hall with the tables and the chatting guests. I gulp anxiously as I follow her down the beautifully decorated hallway. She reaches a door on the right and slides it open with a deep bow. “Please feel at home and leave your shoes at the door.” “Thank you so much,” I say, doing a small curtsy and entering the room. The first thing I see is Giovanni, who stands up from a romantically set table, closing his jacket as he watches me slip out of my heels and step closer. The private room looks like a private restaurant set up just fo
Danielle As Giovanni enters the apartment, my heart is beating out of my chest. He had told me that he would pick up the heirlooms today after work and he took Gro with him to ensure directly if it was everything my father wanted me to have for the ceremony. Lifting a small bag, he smiles at me and walks towards me. But just as I want to grab it, he lifts it out of my reach and leans down. “Ah, ah, ah, my Love,” he mocks me, grabbing my chin to make me look at him. “Without even giving me a kiss?” I roll my eyes before closing them and he kisses me with a chuckle. As soon as he has detached himself from me, I lift my hands, opening and closing them to make him give me the bag. “Here you are, impatient kitten.”Giggling, I turn around with my gaze already in the bag and purr lowly, getting him to wrap his arms around me and lift me up, just as I’ve emptied the contents of the bag on the couch table. “No!” I scream, laughing and thrashing in his hold. “Let me down. I want to se
DanielleGiovanni surely never fails to keep his promises. I scrunch up my face as the stinging on my ass increases when I walk out of the dressing room, and the shop assistant pulls at my dress. “Don’t you like it?” Loredana looks up at me worried, her question causing my other friends to do the same. “Erm… No, no, I love it,” I stutter out, feeling the heat creeping up my cheeks. As if I could tell her that I’m sore because we took our playtime a bit too far. I pass my hands over the white fabric, and I clear my throat. “But does it have to be white? I really don’t want to… I don’t know… What if he freaks out?” “He won’t,” Loredana shouts, squinting her eyes at me. “Yeah. I think the bigger issue will be him having to keep his shit together not to jump you as soon as he sees you in this dress,” Angelica jokes, making everyone giggle. I roll my eyes while Amelia sighs. She is playing with a veil, passing her fingers over the embroidery as she looks up at me with tears in her
DanielleMy heart beats into my throat as I see his lost gaze refocus, and a sly grin grows on his lips. “Well played. You totally fucked me over.” “That’s.. That’s…” I try to form a coherent sentence, as instead of being angry, he seems to be overly enthusiastic. This is bad. I didn’t think this through. “That’s because you lied to me for the last five years,” I stutter lightly as I raise my chin, wanting to appear confident. “You deserved it.” He stays quiet and watches me with a mischievous glint in his eyes as his grin grows. Well, fuck. I laugh as he steps closer, and I lift my finger as if I could stop him. “No, you have to stop. What are you doing?” “What do you mean ‘what are you doing?’? We are playing, right?” he asks, looking like a boy in a toy store. Acknowledging that I have fucked up, my body buzzes in excitement at discovering what he has planned out in his sick mind. And I’m totally sick in mine, too, as it seems. As suspected, he doesn‘t stop stepping clos
Danielle I walk up a set of stairs and over the terrace, the gravel crunching under my feet. As I step up to the round table in white marble, the man sitting at it in a nice suit already stands up to welcome me with open arms. “Good morning, Danielle. How are you?”“Zio Marco,” I smile as I take my last steps at a quicker pace to walk into his hug. “I’m doing perfectly fine, thank you. How are you?” He gestures to me to sit down, and I take my seat in front of him. “Ah, you know how it is. Always too many things to do and too little time.”“You have to take a few breaks for yourself, Zio. It’s important that you take care of your health. I don’t want Zia Gigia to worry too much, and we surely don’t want her to be angry at you.” A maid hands me a glass of lemonade, and I thank her before she deposits a plate of Taralli onto the table and serves my uncle his espresso. “Thank you, Evelina.” He laughs as he stirs his black coffee with his small spoon and clinks it against the cup.