Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
I suppose I do care for some reason. If I have to be stuck in this, then so should he. I can’t go out and date. The same should definitely apply to him. Plus, does he think I’m going to be okay with him having sex with random women then having sex with me to get his heir? I’ll end up with one of those STDs I’ve read about. No thank you.
My mom was never one to speak out of line when it came to my father. She always did what she was told, but I still remember one night waking up to her screaming about my father having given her chlamydia. At the time, I didn’t even know what that was. My older sister and I had to google it when we got some computer time for our schoolwork.
I creep past another man. His eyes flick my way and then away quickly. Antonio’s words about not wanting his men to see me more than they had to spring to mind. He must have told them not to look at me. I suppose I am only in one of his shirts, but it hangs down to my knees almost.
When I get to a cracked door, I pause, trying to hear whatever the two of them are discussing. “I’ve had enough for tonight,” Antonio says. My heart sinks.
“Just like that?” the woman huffs.
“Gia.” His tone is low and filled with warning.
“Whatever.” I start to step back when the door flies open. A dark-haired girl comes stomping out. Her eyes lock with mine. She’s dressed in a pair of silky shorts and a top. Part of it hangs off one shoulder. “You’re the wife?”
“Angel.” Antonio calls my name. I turn to see him standing behind a desk. The top few buttons of his shirt are undone. The sleeves rolled up.
“No,” I answer the girl, who can’t be any older than I am.
Part of me wants to scratch her eyes out, but another part of me feels guilty. This girl has likely been with Antonio before he knew I existed. Hell, he hadn’t cared who he married as long as it got him where he needed to be. It’s why he got stuck with me and not my other sister, who my father is always getting offers for.
“Yes,” Antonio corrects. That knot in my stomach travels upward toward my throat.
I will not cry. I turn and walk away before I bolt, not wanting him to see that I’m running. More than that, I don’t want him to see that I’m about to cry. I hate it. I’m so angry. I shouldn’t care what he does.
“Ma’am, you can’t go out there,” the man at the front door tries to tell me. I ignore him. He doesn’t physically try to stop me.
“She’s running!” I hear the girl shout.
“Angelica!” Antonio roars. For a brief moment, I pause. His intensity almost paralyzes me.
Three men turn my way when I exit out the front. “Mrs. Palermo,” one says. I ignore them too. I have no clue where I’m going, but I dash down the side of the house.
“Sir!” one shouts as another follows after me.
“Can I grab her?” the one chasing after me shouts, closing in on me.
“No!” Antonio's voice is closer now.
I round the house to see a giant pool and patio area. I go to run around it, but an arm wraps around me from behind, causing my feet to leave the ground. I scream and throw my elbow as hard as I can, hoping I hit any part of him.
Antonio doesn’t even grunt or loosen his hold. Before I know it, I’m pinned to the ground with Antonio between my thighs. I go to hit him, but he’s quicker than me. He grabs both my hands in one of his and pins them above my head.
“Angel.” He says my name so calmly, as if he’s trying to soothe me. I try to break his hold again, but I get nowhere. In fact, he presses more firmly into me the more I struggle, his hard cock rubbing against my sex. I stop moving. “You need training.”
“Training?!” I spit. “What the fuck does that mean? You brought some mistress here to train me?” I hiss. I want to throw up in my mouth. Antonio throws back his head and laughs.
“I will kill you,” I snarl. “You have to sleep at some point.”
“There’s my little hellion.” He smiles down at me. “Training as in, it was too easy for me to catch you. You should know how to defend yourself better.” Wait, what? Is he trying to make it easier for me to kill him?
“Well, your guards suck. I went right past them.”
“They’re not allowed to touch you.”
I roll my eyes. Of course they can’t touch me. He gets jealous. Such bullshit. Like him. He’s such a hypocrite.