3: On his territory
1297 Words
I kept pacing back and forth in my room. Carlos had left a few minutes ago, leaving me to think about what he said earlier. He wanted a divorce, but before he could sign the papers, he wanted to sleep with me. Huh. Was this some kind of game or what? I picked up my phone and called my best friend, Susanne, but she wasn’t answering. I needed her advice because I was confused. So, I texted her: "Call me when you get this text."
Carlos had told me earlier, “I’m giving you an hour to think about this and prepare.” An hour? How could he give me such little time to decide?
I decided I’d go through with it. After all, he was still my husband. Well, a man who didn’t love me. I prepared myself, took a bath, and waited for Carlos to come to me. But I waited and waited, and he didn’t show up.
Then I heard a gunshot. My heart jumped, and I left my room immediately. When I reached the stairs, I heard noises. I peeked down, I saw a man, already wounded by a gunshot, bleeding everywhere—even from his mouth. Then I recognized him. He was part of the gang that had beaten me to a pulp.
I wasn’t shocked Carlos had captured him. After all, Carlos was a notorious Mafia don. He always got what he wanted. But then Carlos pointed a gun at the man’s head, and my heart stopped. Was he really going to kill him?
“Orlando won’t bother me again when I send him your head,” Carlos said, then shot the man multiple times in the head. I whimpered, and the sound gave me away.
Everyone turned toward me. I panicked, and I ran back to my room, locked the door, and slid to the floor, crying.
How did I end up here? I didn’t even know Carlos before we got married. It happened one week after I found out I was pregnant with his child.
My parents were loyal workers who had been serving the Corleone dynasty long before I was born. My mother was the head of the household staff, and my father was one of the family doctors.
It happened during Carlos’s welcome party. I was asked to take a drink to him. When I got to his room, he was already drunk. Carlos forced himself on me and slept with me that night.
I got pregnant, but I didn’t abort the child. My family had worked under the Corleone dynasty for years and had a strong relationship with them. Because of the pregnancy, my family and the Corleone family decided that Carlos and I had to marry. It wasn’t about love—it was about duty.
And that’s how I ended up with this monster called Carlos. A husband who didn’t love me, didn’t treat me well, and saw me as nothing more than a maid.
I heard a push on my door, like someone was trying to open it from the outside. My heart started racing. Was it Carlos? After seeing him kill a man so coldly, I was terrified. I had never seen that side of him before, and it shook me to my core.
“Esmeralda,” he called, and I froze. It was him. He had come for the deal we made—to sleep with me so he could sign the divorce papers. I was literally giving him my body to get my freedom.
“Esme,” he called again. “A deal is a deal,” he added before opening the door. How could I have forgotten? He owned this mansion. Of course, he had the keys to my room.
He locked the door behind him and pulled off his shirt. “Don’t worry. I took a bath, so I’ve washed Orlando’s men’s blood off me,” he said, walking toward me.
He pushed me down onto the bed and lay on top of me. Funny enough, I didn’t struggle. What was the point? He kissed me roughly, dragging my panties down before fingering me. I let out a moan, one I immediately regretted.
Then, like a hungry wolf, he tore my clothes. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so now I was completely naked. He sucked on my n*****s, making me wet down there. His fingers kept working as he fingered me, and he didn’t stop while his mouth stayed on me.
“This is what you’ve been denying me, Esme,” he said as he entered me fully. I let out a loud moan. He was huge. He started slow and gentle, thrusting in and out, before picking up the pace and taking me harder. My body betrayed me—I rolled my eyes in ecstasy. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this, but I couldn’t help it. And I hated myself for it.
I told myself this would be the last time. After this, Carlos wouldn’t have me again. It was just a bargain.
He kept thrusting, his fingers playing with my c******s, making it impossible for me to ignore the pleasure. I felt myself getting closer to the edge. “Fuck... you’re so tight, so sweet. I’m going to c*m,” he groaned, pounding harder.
Moments later, he climaxed and collapsed beside me. We both lay there, breathing hard, in sync but silent. I didn’t say a word, and neither did he. I eventually fell asleep.
When I woke up, I headed to the bathroom. While taking a shower, I found myself thinking about last night, but I quickly shook the thoughts away. It wasn’t worth dwelling on. After finishing, I stepped out and saw the divorce papers on the table—already signed by Carlos. I was relieved to see this, I quickly added my signature.
My phone buzzed with a text from Susanne: "A car is outside waiting for you."
Without wasting time, I packed my clothes and dragged my suitcase downstairs. Carlos and Giulia were there, staring at me. I didn’t say a word. Suddenly, a loud horn blared outside.
“Who’s making all that noise?” Carlos asked.
We stepped outside, and there it was—my ride. I hadn’t expected such a luxurious car to pick me up. "What’s Susanne up to?" I wondered.
The car door opened, and out stepped a man in a fine suit. I recognized him instantly, and so did Carlos. It was Cristobal Rizzo, Carlos’s greatest rival.
I blinked, stunned, and slowly dragged my suitcase forward. Before I could do much else, Cristobal came to help me.
“Miss Larosa, this luggage is too heavy for you. Don’t worry, I’ll help,” he said.
But before he could touch my suitcase, Carlos stepped between us. “You’ve got some nerve, Cristobal, showing up at my mansion,” Carlos said, his voice cold... Laced with anger.
Cristobal smirked. “I’m just here to pick up Miss Larosa,” he replied coolly.
Carlos turned to me, his expression dark. “So this is why you wanted a divorce? You’ve been cheating on me with Cristobal?”
I froze. The accusation was shocking, but it wasn’t true. I barely knew Cristobal, and I had no idea he’d be here to pick me up.
Cristobal, however, didn’t back down. “You’re blaming her for cheating when you’ve been spending all your time with Giulia?” he shot back.
Carlos’s face twisted with anger. He pulled out his gun, and my heart skipped a beat. I had seen him kill before. Now he was pointing the weapon at Cristobal.
Cristobal was on Carlos’s territory, which meant he had trespassed. And Carlos had every right, by his own twisted rules, to kill him.
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