A Sinful Triangle

Ch.3-My savage husband.

SAMARA'S POINT OF VIEW

I’m fuming, but at the same time, I also feel f*****g proud.

I managed to anger him, shock him, and shut him up.

I know that it won’t be so easy to make him divorce me, he’s too stubborn, but once he gets to really know me, he’ll do it.

Why am I so sure? Well, because he would never, ever, take me to events and flaunt me, so why have a wife?

Now that I cleared the situation with Zion or at least a bit, I can focus on important people. Like my best friend.

I'll have to do my fair share of groveling and pray and hope that he will forgive me because I did abandon him for this cruel, selfish fucker. Now, I'm not saying that my best friend is kindhearted or selfless, no, he is just as dangerous as Zion is, a cruel killer, but Ares has a heart. Now, now, not big, don't think he's an angel, but big enough for the few people close to him, and I'm one of those people, and that's enough for me.

Well, I was one of those people, I don't know if I still am. God, I hope I am.

Zion and Ares are death enemies that can’t kill each other only because, if they do, California will be flooded with blood, and because of some silent agreement between them and other mafia families. Ares didn't go into details about it, but that's what I got.

Zion never told me anything, well, he barely spoke to me so he couldn't have, and that's one of the things that differentiates them. Ok, there are not many things, just a few.

One would be the fact that Zion has legal businesses on the side, but Ares doesn’t. He hates suits and his temper is not suited for negotiations. It's his way or the Hell way. Zion is the same, but it takes him longer to get his gun out.

But with me, Ares is as patient as it can get. He never got angry with me, he never brushed me off, he always made time for me, and he would listen to my nonsense even though I bet he had better things to do.

I met Ares when I was 19. I heard about some street race and I paid hefty money to get in because I was a girl and they wouldn’t just let me participate, but I kicked their asses, including his, and that got his attention.

He took me under his wing and protected me from everyone and everything, he taught me how to shoot, how to fight, how to use knives, -God, how orgasmic was the look on Zion’s face when I threw the knife at him...-, just in case I needed to defend myself and he wouldn’t be there.

He never involved me in his business not to put me in danger, even though I asked him a thousand times.

I have to admit that I had a crush on him at first. I mean, the guy is the embodiment of s*x and bad boy god. He’s always wearing leather, he smells like it too, leather, spices, and fresh wood... God, I miss him.

He’s as big as Zion, as built as him, but that's all they have in common. Built and height. Zion has jet-black, short hair, and merciless, cruel, and scary gray eyes, he has a one-week beard, always trimmed to perfection, and he has no tattoos whatsoever. Ares on the other hand, it's covered in ink, has blonde with natural light brown highlights, shoulder-length hair, a sexy long beard, and his eyes are a criminal, cold, and cruel blue, but they used to turn soft and warm when they landed on me...

Oh, Ares, I'm so sorry...

Now, you may wonder how I ended up marrying Zion.

Well, that’s quite simple. He has legal business with my father. I saw him at the house a couple of times, I got a crush, but, just like I didn’t have the balls to confess to Ares, I didn’t have the balls to approach Zion, so I watched him from the shadows.

My mom saw me, and she told me that I don’t stand a chance because of my looks and behavior, that Zion only dates blonds, and that he is looking for a good girl, one that he can be proud of, an elegant woman, not... well, me.

So, I think you can tell how I ended up dying my hair blond, straightening it daily, covering my tattoos, and learning to smile on command.

Yep.

My father was more than happy because they could merge their business, and Zion... well, he said he likes me, took me to dinners, bought me flowers, and all the s**t that made me believe that he was also falling for me.

Yeah, that didn’t happen.

And the worst? I found out he cheats on me on our one-year anniversary.

He changed by then. Heck, he changed the day we got married, -which was very fast, after not even two months-, but I blamed it on work, even though I knew it was not true, but we all lie to ourselves when we don’t want to face the ugly truth.

Anyway, I made dinner, bought him a watch, and waited for him to get home.

When midnight came and he didn’t show up or answered his phone, I decided to call it a night and go to sleep.

But how could I sleep? It was our one-year anniversary, and I even told him about it, but he ignored me.

When he came home that unfortunate night, I was in bed, but awake. He went to take a shower, and when he came out and went to get dressed for bed, I saw scratch marks on his back.

He fell asleep in a matter of minutes, and in hopes that I was wrong, I went and smelled his shirt, hoping and praying that it won’t smell of someone else’s perfume, but it did. That time was a woman’s perfume.

Needless to say that I cried all night into the morning.

Oh, and I didn’t know he’s bi until he came home wearing another watch and called the guy and threatened him that if something happens with his favorite watch, he’s gonna f**k him in different ways than he did that night. Not so pleasurable ways.

About Ares, when he heard about Zion and my so-called love, he tried to make me change my mind, he warned me and told me what kind of person he is, that he's a backstabbing motherfucker with no morals or loyalty, but I didn’t want to believe him.

I begged him to remain my friend, even though I knew it was impossible due to the hatred between them. Ares told me about the many times they pointed the gun at each other, and how hard it was not to pull the trigger, but I was in too deep by then.

They did however stab each other but not to kill, just to hurt.

So, how am I supposed to make Ares take me back? How am I-- the door opened with a loud bang, and a 6 ft 6 figure appeared in the doorframe.

“What the f**k are you doing?” Zion’s powerful and angry voice booms inside the room, making my heart stop.

“You startled me! Learn how to knock!” I snap while trying not to die of a heart attack.

“I asked you a question.” He demands as he comes close to my bed, but I don’t budge.

“We’ve been through this, hubby. If it walks like a duck, looks--” I’m interrupted by his big frame, which now is hovering over me, his killer eyes, and his grip on my throat.

“Do not f*****g mock me.” Maybe I am a bit afraid because from this position I can’t really do much.

“Then don’t ask stupid questions.” I still snapped because I remembered that he can’t kill me.

“You’re sleeping in our bedroom.” He commands in a dangerously low voice, and I smirk.

“I’m sure you can find someone to replace me,” I reply mockingly, and he frowns, looking deadly dangerous and, unfortunately... hot.

God, I'm stupid.

“You are my wife.” I try to chuckle, but the hold he still has on my throat makes it kinda hard.

“On papers. I stopped being your actual wife as of today. Now, go on, call one of your whores to warm up your bed.” I kill him with my eyes, trying to show only the anger and not the pain.

It will hurt for a while because I do love the bastard, but it will pass, I’m sure of it.

“I don’t sleep with whores.”

“I know, you f**k them. Sleeping it’s reserved only for your little obedient wife. And only sleeping.” I state it as a fact, because, it is a fact.

“I f****d you too.” And now that the grip loosened, I managed to laugh.

“If that is what you call f*****g, then I’m sorry for your whores.” I don’t know if he’s killing me slowly or torturing me with his eyes right now, but he’s doing something, that’s for sure.

“I f****d you how you wanted it.” I scoff and roll my eyes.

“How I wanted it? You never even asked how I wan--”

“You told me loud and clear. On the dark and under the covers. Sorry, but--” And now I got pissed.

I turn in his grip, ignoring the neck pain, and twist his wrist with all my might, escaping his grip, and once again, his eyes went wide in shock.

“I asked you that because I was a f*****g virgin! I was insecure and afraid to move a f*****g muscle because I didn’t want to disappoint you because I knew that you like them experienced, so I let you take charge! You--”

“You were a virgin? Why the f**k didn’t you tell me?” He asks in a loud and shocked voice, and I scoff.

“You wouldn’t have heard me even if I did. You never heard what I was saying! And I was afraid that you won’t want me, and after we f****d you yelled at me that I didn’t tell you I’m on my period!” I can’t tell you how he looks because I don’t know him, except for anger, ignorance, and now shock, I never saw anything else in his eyes. Ok, I did see Lucifer, but that's another story.

“You should have told me.” He says in a low, calm, even voice, and now I'm the one shocked.

“It would have made a difference?” I ask rhetorically and shut him up.

“That’s what I thought. Now leave and let me sleep.” I point to the door, and his poker face turns into a frown.

“You’re sleeping with me.”

“Hubby, this Samara sleeps in only a pair of panties. I slept for way too long in long pajamas, so, get out.” I point to the door again, but he doesn’t move.

“Well?” I urge after a minute of silence.

“Did I break you?” I ask and wave my hand in front of his eyes, and he blinks and shakes his head as if coming from whatever trance he was in.

“You will sleep in our bed, no matter what.” I don’t know why he insists, but I won’t cave.

“No way. I’m slee-- put me down! You f*****g caveman!” I yell as I hit his back with my fists. Yes, he threw me over his shoulder.

“Now, now, wifey, this is no way to talk to your husband, is it?” He mocks and slaps my ass.

“Do not f*****g touch me!” I yell and squirm to escape, but his grip on me is too tight.

“Be a good girl and I won’t.”

“You didn’t just say that! You goddamn--” I’m thrown on the bed, bouncing on the soft mattress.

“You’re sleeping here. Naked, dressed, I don’t care. But as long as we’re married, we’re sleeping together.” I think he wants to kill me slowly.

“Fine. But you won’t touch me.” He smirks, and I get out of bed and stop at less than arm’s length from him, look up and stare into his gray, cruel, eyes.

“I swear to God, if you’ll touch me, I will cut your dick.” I threaten in the most deadly voice I could muster, and he looks at me as if I’m a puppy that tries to look angry.

“Don’t threaten me.” He says as if he's giving the puppy a piece of advice, and I smirk.

“I wasn’t threatening you, I was making a vow.” He looks at me with a strange look on his face, then, to my utter shock, he nods.

“I’m many things, but a r****t is not one of them. But... you will end up begging me to touch you.” And I burst out laughing. Genuinely laughing.

“To what? f**k me for five minutes? I don’t think so.” He squints his eyes at me and takes a step closer, so close that when he tilts his head down, our noses almost touch, but I’ll be damned if I’ll back down or avert my gaze.

“You have no idea how I fuck.” The tone of his voice is now low, deep, sensual, but what he said...

“If I’ll want to find out, I’ll ask one of your whores, so, no need to beg.” I spit back, and he sucks in a sharp breath, making me smirk.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I want to get ready for bed.” I wait for him to back off because I sure as f**k won’t, but he doesn’t.

I wait for two whole minutes, time in which neither of us said anything, we just dared each other to back down, and f**k, he’s hot, but I won’t cave.

Without taking my eyes off him, I take a grip on the hem of my tank top, and slowly, giving him time to back off, I start to pull it up.