Episode 13

After racing up to the room, I was caught by Montanari, who grabbed me roughly and pushed me against the wall.

"Why the hell did you say those things in front of my brothers? And dare to mention that you slept completely without panties? Your jokes were quite daring."

"I didn't say anything wrong, just told the truth," I replied, feeling his gaze burning into me.

"Come here." Montanari pulled me into the room, closed the door with his foot. Still holding me by the arm, he sat on the bed and placed me on his lap, lifting my dress. "Wow, what a beautiful little butt you have, wifey," he said.

"What are you going to do, Ethan?" I asked, a little afraid.

"I'm going to give you a few spankings so you learn to behave, my Ragazza," he said, delivering several slaps to my butt. The more I asked him to stop, the more he hit me. I bet my lovely little butt is well marked with his hands. Maybe I won't be able to sit down anymore.

After a long spanking, Ethan let go of me and stared at me for a few seconds. I was so angry at him that I felt like flying at his neck.

"Don't look at me like that, Elisa, you asked for this. I want you to change and put on a dress suitable for the party. I'll pick you up later," he said, leaving.

When Montanari left, I threw a pillow at the door. I so wanted to hit him. But bad luck doesn't break.

Jerk!

The evening came and I didn't even know what had happened outside because I didn't leave the room. I took a long bath and then walked to the closet for a suitable dress for the night. Montanari didn't tell me what the party was about, but I'm sure it's one of those where the sycophants gather to please the Don. A small meeting at the party and that's really boring. But the important thing is to have fun!!!

I got dressed, put on a short white dress and black heels. I tied my hair into a ponytail, put on light makeup. And voila! Everything's okay!

I grabbed my handbag, took one last look in the mirror, and looking at my reflection, I said to myself:

"Let's go, Elisa, let's kill the devil of a jerk." If not out of desire, it's out of anger.

I left my room, closing the door, and walked quickly to the stairs, where I saw Montanari again, about to drill the floor. I rolled my eyes and showed a devilish smile.

"Calm down, my husband, this way you'll drill the floor," I said, stopping in front of him. I looked over his shoulder; two of his guards were standing behind him.

"What clothes are these, Elisa?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Clothes?" I pretended not to understand. "Oh, these ones I'm wearing?" I asked shamelessly. "Well, this dress is the one you bought for me. Don't you remember?"

"I want you to go up immediately and change that dress," he stared at me.

"When you met me, Ethan, you knew I liked to wear this kind of clothes, and that never bothered you," I challenged him. "So, I'm not taking off the dress."

"No way. You'll go with this shit of a dress. You look like a whore," he said with hateful eyes.

I took a step forward and twirled in front of the guards.

"Tell me, boys, isn't this outfit great?" I asked, provoking the devil's wrath. But the timid ones said nothing, just bowed their heads when Ethan looked at them.

"Are you testing my patience, Elisa Montanari? Go up now and change that dress. Otherwise, I'll tear it in two pieces and make you go like that. Don't mess with me."

"You're a bastard," I yelled, going up to the room, taking off the dress and throwing it in a corner. I grabbed another, provocative but modest.

I went back down to Ethan and he looked at me. His expression of anger gave way to a more contented one. I didn't even stop to talk to him, just passed by, opened the car door and got in. Soon he also got in and sat beside me.

"I think it's more than time to act like a woman, a married woman. And you're not married to any man. You're married to a Don," he said without looking.

Hours later, we arrived at the party. As usual at all mafia-related parties, we entered and greeted everyone. I don't know how, but I managed to talk to everyone with a smile on my face. I was forced to talk to all the wives of my husband's unhappy friends. He insisted that I stretch my lips and walk around showing my teeth to everyone, to say that we are very happy. I no longer felt my lips; they seemed to be numb.

A song started playing in the grand hall. Without warning, the fool Montanari led me to the middle of the hall and we started dancing. I positioned myself as far away from his body as possible, but it didn't work, as he pulled me forcefully, making me stick to him. So close that not even a pest could pass between us. And so we started dancing together. I stepped on his foot on purpose and he glared at me.

"You're stepping on my foot," he said through clenched teeth.

"I know," I said without looking at him. "That's why I was staying away from your body, but you wanted it this way. Deal with it."

"I can't let you crush my toes with your heels."

"And what do you suggest?"

"That you learn how to dance."

"Then teach me," I teased, feeling him twirl me around and pull me back into his grasp.

"I wanted to teach you to dance in a different way," he said, squeezing my waist with his strong hands.

"You're incorrigible. A crooked stick will never be straight."

"Mine isn't crooked, it's straight and healthy," he smiled.

"I wasn't talking about your member, I was talking about..." I stopped talking. "Oh, never mind."

We danced for a few more hours and then had some drinks. Montanari went up to the VIP area with some mafiosos who were at the party. Shortly after, I saw that shameless mistress of his go up there.

Shameless woman.

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