Matteo's Pov
What the f**k are they still doing locked up in that room?
Why isn't she coming out?
Fuck!
Shit!
I'm going insane!
I will rather die than lay around like a pathetic little b***h while another man unravels my wife. My woman. Mine.
Okay. . .be smart here, Matteo, we don't want to give her any more reasons to hate us more than she already does.
My subconscious cautions. I shudder.
Hysteric laughter bubbles out of me whilst I toss and turn in bed. When did I become this person? When did I learn to stay this calm even when my insides are being ripped apart? When did I learn to share?
Mirabella belongs to me.
She is mine.
My property.
My obsession.
Mine to touch. Mine to kiss. Mine to f**k. My wife. The mother of my children. She belongs to me as much as I belong to he
