That damn Montanari messes with me in a way. But it's not passion, it's anger. At the coffee table, I felt like grabbing the saw knife that was nearby, and stabbing him in the chest. That way, I would be free, or maybe not. But I thought it wasn't worth it, and I was very afraid of his security guards killing me, and losing my life for nothing, because what if he stays alive and orders my family to be killed to get revenge? These types of people are lucky to stay alive, it seems like they have a pact with the devil. He couldn't get back at me, because I was already dead, anyway!
"What are you thinking so much about? You haven't touched your coffee yet," he asked, seeing me look at the knife in front of me. "If you're thinking about killing your husband and becoming a widow, it's not worth it that much," he said mockingly. "You won't leave this house alive to tell the tale."
"I didn't think of killing you, I'm not a murderer, and I don't dirty my hands with little shit," I said without thinking, seeing him laugh without humor.
"Am I little shit to you? And you were kissing me yesterday while rubbing against me, begging me to fuck you. What a thing, right?" he stared at me.
"Me? Are you crazy?"
"Of course it was you. Who else would it be?" he said rudely. "I compared you to Eve, who tried so hard to seduce Adam, so that he would eat the fruit, and he did. Unlike me, I didn't get to eat." he said with an unreadable look.
"Adam ate a fruit, not the fruit you're referring to," I said, already feeling irritated with the subject.
"It's the same thing, delizia," he said, sipping his coffee, while looking at me over the edge of the cup.
"It's clear that salvation is not for everyone. By thinking this way, going to church all the time, you still don't save yourself," I said, staring at him.
"Are you challenging me, ragazza? Be careful not to lose your teeth," he threatened. "But let me tell you, wifey. You tempted me so much, that I grabbed you in front of everyone at the club, after I threatened your bartender friend, who called you 'love', and you almost surrendered to me, almost," he said, cynically.
As Montanari spoke, I remembered everything, and I felt so much hatred towards myself. Thank goodness, he didn't do what I wanted, otherwise I would have the pleasure of grabbing the knife and stabbing, but in myself.
"You took me to a room, turned off the light, and pushed me onto a sofa. If I were another man, I would have fucked you right there, without caring about your purity. But I'm a gentleman," he said smugly.
"You didn't want to touch me. Thank goodness," I said with some relief.
"No. But don't worry. One day, this will have to happen, sooner or later. I will fuck you until you forget your name."
I felt ashamed. How could I do such a thing? And with this slovenly man sitting in front of me? Calmly, I got up, and started making a scene.
"Son of a..." I bit my lip, so the word wouldn't come out.
"Son of what? Come on, speak," he encouraged me to speak, but I didn't fall for it.
"I hate you, Ethan Montanari. Did you hear? You miserable, wretched man," I knocked everything off the table onto the floor. I didn't care if I was going to die this time. It would be much better.
His security guards came to my side, but he raised his hand, gesturing for them to stop.
"Lower your tone, my wife, or this time the consequences will be much more severe," I could see he was angry, because his black eyes were even darker.
"Take me back home, to my place, where I should never have left," I looked at him, leaning my body on the table.
"You're crazy if you think you're leaving here for anywhere," he said, getting up.
I won't lie, Montanari has his beauty, he has a charm that makes all women melt for him. But what makes him ugly to me is that arrogance and brutality that only he has. I know that my life in this marriage will not be a happy one, but I will never be an obedient wife, as he desires. Never.
"Let's go." That brute grabbed me by the hair, squeezing it in his hands, and went up the stairs, leaving me in my room and locking the door.
I spent the whole time inside the room. After a few seconds, one of the mansion's maids entered the room, leaving another box on my bed, I imagine it's some sort of gift. She just left it there, didn't say a word, and left, locking the door again.
I opened the box and found a turquoise blue dress with another pair of heels.
"What's this jerk's deal? He fights with me, hits me, does whatever he wants, and then sends me gifts?"
I pushed the box away, hugged my legs, and stayed like that until nightfall. I heard footsteps in the hallway, and the door opened.
"Why aren't you ready?" He looked at me angrily.
"You don't tell me what to do, I don't want to go anywhere." I said, looking back at an empty spot.
"I didn't ask you to get ready and come with me, darling. I ordered you to get ready right now, and come down in 10 minutes." He said, looking at his wristwatch. "Just 10 minutes. I'll be waiting downstairs, unless you want me to come up here and drag you down by your hair. Don't test me." He left the room.
I reluctantly got up, took a shower, brushed my teeth, and got ready as quickly as I could. I put on the sandals, fixed my hair, applied light makeup on my face, and went down to the living room.
Montanari was at the top of the stairs leading to the bedrooms. His impatience was evident as I saw him pacing back and forth. Every now and then, he looked up to see if I was coming down. I knew that if I didn't come down soon, he would do as he said: drag me up and down by my hair.
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