My heart is pounding so damn hard right now. What the f**k is this bastard planning to do to me? Is he gonna torture me or something? What kind of psycho tortures his own wife?
A few minutes later, he returns, and my eyes instantly drop to his hand. A f*****g paddle.
Oh f**k. My legs start moving back on their own.
"What… are you… planning to do with that, you bastard?" I stutter, my stomach twisting with pure f*****g dread.
Dante’s face is so damn calm. That’s never a good sign.
"Didn't I tell you not to run your mouth so carelessly at dinner?" He says.
"I didn’t do anything wrong! I only demanded answers. Is that such a bad thing?"
"It is. Because you blatantly disobeyed me."
I scoff. "I don’t give a damn. I don’t take orders from you."
I should be begging right now, trying to g
