A Wife for the Gangster

Chapter 2. Escape attempt.

Emma had been screaming for hours, her room was upside down, the mess was huge and she could barely scream, her tonsils were swollen, she had cried a lot, she thought about her grandmother, her sister, she didn’t know what do, in a few hours they would be worried if she had not returned.

In her heart, she trusted that someone would look for her at any moment; she did not lose faith even though she had no way out; she would fight until the end.

Emma continued her attempts to escape while Franco was shooting in his training room. Emma screamed, and the screams drove him crazy; they drove him crazy because this was not what he planned for his wedding night; he expected to have a lot of s*x and relax while he smoked a joint, instead.

He had a crazy woman in his house with very good tonsils who was driving him crazy.

“Of all the women in the damn world it had to be her.” He fumed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Do you want us to give her a sedative, sir?” Pablo asked, puzzled.

“Anything to shut her up. I have a meeting later, and I don't want to hear her scream,” Franco ordered.

Pablo went with several men, and they opened the door, when they entered, they saw the disaster that she had caused, and they knew that Franco would go crazy as soon as he saw it.

Franco approached with his men before Emma who began a fight when she saw that they were trying to subdue her.

“What are you doing? Don't touch me, don't touch me, FRANCO, FRANCO DON'T DO THIS TO ME, YOU ARE A COWARD, A DAMN COWARD…” They injected her, causing weakness in her; she looked at the entrance where Franco made an appearance.

Upon entering the room, he noticed the windows were broken; she was trying to escape without caring about anything; she was trying to throw herself into the pool.

Pablo took her in his arms, already asleep. He lifted her to the bed; she looked so beautiful when sleeping that even Pablo noticed it; Franco touched the pads of his thumbs on his palm, trying to calm down when he noticed the cut on her hand.

“What's that?” he asked Pablo, who had not noticed it.

“She must have cut herself trying to break the things here, I'll call Julia.”

“Clean all this up immediately; secure the window and change her clothes,” Franco ordered, leaving the room.

“Yes sir.”

The day passed and Emma was still asleep.

Franco entered her room to take a shower; she looked very sexy in her pyjamas, and her legs awakened Franco's manhood who couldn't get that kiss she gave him out of his head; that arrogant woman was driving him crazy in the few hours she had been in his house.

Hopefully, tomorrow morning, they would go to his mansion in the mountains, and this nightmare would end. If she continued like this, he would send her away from his sight; it was a promise.

When taking a shower, Franco went out to change and noticed that Emma was starting to move; her head was spinning, she was very dizzy, she felt nauseous and sat on the bed with her eyes still closed, without noticing Franco, who walked naked before her around the room.

Franco put on his boxers and walked to his closet looking for his suit, which caught Emma's attention, who opened her eyes noticing him in the room.

Emma looked at him and observed his every movement. Her eyes filled with tears, and her heart beat with a strong pain that invaded her, making her feel afraid of the man who was now her husband and whom she barely knew despite how handsome he was, Emma considered him a monster.

Emma moved, noticing her pyjamas, which were very sensual; one would say that they were typical for a wedding night, which filled her with doubts about the situation, not knowing that Franco would not touch her without her consent, no matter how wild he may seem. He wouldn't rape her, he had a sister and a mother, and he wouldn't like the same thing to happen to him but it was something that Emma did not know, which led her to take the sheets from the bed and cover herself while she watched him change without caring.

Franco was so upset with her that the lightest argument would lead him to lose his mind. He changed calmly while she was watching him. He noticed she was waiting for any advancements towards her; he was not afraid of her, unlike her.

Emma noticed the door open; her head was spinning, but she was aware that she could not miss any opportunity.

Franco walked to the bathroom, and without thinking, she moved quickly, opened the door and left the room, looking for a cell phone, something to help her call the police.

She walked down a long corridor to some stairs that led to a huge Star room, she turned in a circle in the place, finding a door that she tried to open without success.

Emma turned around noticing more than 30 men outside through the window. Several cars began to arrive, and the only thing she saw was their exit into the light; she ran to a hallway which led to a door, where she was trapped in the same way as the former. Emma knocked on the door very weak and distressed, revealing to Franco who appeared to meet her, saw her desperation to leave, feeling trapped.

“Go back to your room,” he said in her ear while Emma remained leaning against the door crying, not listening to him; Franco rested his right hand near her cheek, causing concern in Emma, who was invaded by the smell of Franco's perfume.

“Go back to your room.” He repeated so closely that she closed her eyes for a few seconds and turned around staring at him.

“ Please let me go; I swear I will tell no one about this; just let me go; my family needs me,” she begged weakly, full of fear.

He could see fear in her look, that look that Franco hated because it came from her, who had him under a spell, and made him vulnerable in the few hours that he had known her, and it was a sensation that Franco hated, because of how it made him feel

“Franco, please, let me go.” She touched him and ran her hands over his cheek, gently caressing his abdomen, causing an intense sensation of desire in Franco.

Her beauty attracted him; he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her towards him to kiss her; their lips joined together, and it was like an explosion; they both felt it, and they were attracted to each other despite the circumstances.

For Emma, this would have been different if only he had courted her, or if she had known him in another way, instead, he was the man who kept her captive under his own will and was forbidding her to leave, a man who believed he could have anything he wanted regardless of the consequences or the suffering of others.

Her anguish made her strong to do what she must do. Emma took Franco's gun, removed it from his hips with ease and pointed it at his abdomen while slowly moving away from his lips.

“Open the f*****g door and let me out, or I swear I won't hesitate to end this nightmare by shooting you.”

Franco looked at her with a big smile, he even laughed at her.

“Shoot if you feel like it,” he said, looking at her coldly. “Do it, but you're not leaving here; you're mine, even if you're a damn kick in the ass, I've been through a lot already, and now an uncontrolled girl like you is ruining everything, Come on, shoot.” He ordered, extending his arms before her for her to shoot.

“I'm not PLAYING; I want to leave; let me get out of here; you make me sick, I can't stand you; let me out, let me go,” she asked, agitated and very scared.

“Shoot,” Franco ordered.

“Open the DAMN DOOR SON OF A BITCH.” Franco laughed when she saw her try to shoot him without removing the safety of the gun, it was clear that she had never done something like that before.

He approached her, grabbing her by the neck again while taking the gun from her.

“I will make you swallow each one of those. In other words, you are my wife now and for your good, behave accordingly because I promise you that you will regret it.”

“I didn't choose this,” Emma responded very weakly.

“But I did and that's enough.”

“Do you think you can take over me as if I were a f*****g object that you take regardless of whether it had an owner?”

“You already have an owner; now you are mine, Emma López, and sooner or later, you will get used to me; you will come to love me so much that you will want me to make you mine at all times.”

“Dreaming costs nothing; you will never interest me, and if you don't let me go now, I swear I will make your life look like Franco Bernardi paintings.”

“Is that a threat?” Franco asked very close to her lips.

“ Yes, it is.”

“I want to see you try.”He released her, putting his weapon away again and arranged his suit opening the door on the other side of her to leave the place, leaving her locked in again, which caused Emma to start screaming again, throwing everything she could see on her path, she even broke the glass of the large window drawing the attention of the security men who began to arrive.

Emma was losing her mind, the memory of her sister and her grandmother made her lose control, she could not believe that she was tied now, and she began to cry noticing the security men who had arrived to tie her up, being doped again by one of the security men causing her to collapse and even made her convulse.

Everything got out of control, attracting Pablo to the scene, who upon seeing it, got his nerves overwhelmed.

“What the hell did you do to her, son of a b***h?”

“Do you want them to kill us all? Call a damn doctor, NOW.”

“Sir, she didn't stop hitting us, she even bit us.” One of the men exclaimed.

“That's not a f*****g excuse.” He said, trying to help her react while untying her.

“I asked you to tie her up, not drug her, this s**t is your f*****g fault, she's your boss now!”

One of his men arrived with the doctor.

“Sir, the boss saw the doctor, he is coming here.”

“DAMN!, GET OUT, NOW.” He screamed desperately, knowing that this would get out of control.

Franco was in a meeting where they handed over the keys to their kingdom, a new organization came under their command, the offspring of their father who gave them the keys to their heirs, they were receiving what belonged to them, the women in the room brought their best reward in all of this, even if it was A f*****g headache it was what he deserved.

Franco couldn't stop thinking about her, he knew that she was not just any woman, she was a beast that his men hated.

It was hard to control his thoughts. Franco was celebrating when he noticed one of his men passing by with the family doctor, who looked at him as he passed by, he settled into his chair, threw his gun on the table and stood up, drawing the attention of those present, including his father.

“Frank? What's happening?” Everyone feared him; he was such an explosive man that every action of his was a surprise; his lack of calm kept them in perspective, but seeing him so angry was something that made them move quickly.

His brothers and father got up and saw him leave without answering. Franco walked looking at the mess that Emma had made, his anger increasing as he continued his way to the upper floor where Pablo was waiting for him while the doctor tried to control Emma's attack.

As soon as Franco reached the second silver, his presence caused panic, Pablo did not know how to explain the situation that Franco showed with his eyes. “Sir, she…” he didn't let him respond, Franco took out his gun and removed the safety, pointing it at his forehead.

“If you tell me she's dead I'll blow your head," he said coldly.

“No sir, Hugo passed her hand with a painkiller, and the young woman was in a breakdown; the doctor tried to help her with this.” Pablo's words remained in the air. Franco entered the room and without allowing explanations, he shut Hugo in cold blood on the forehead while he watched his wife convulse, he didn’t care about the explanations, no matter how crazy she was, she was his wife, the one who would be the mother of his child, if someone, even the slightest pity, would turn the world upside down if necessary.

An hour ago he would have thought about killing her if it had been necessary, but knowing her story and what she had fought to survive in the world, made him know that there was no other woman worthy of being his wife than her, he would give her a chance to change her way of being with him, that little compassion was accompanied by the good reviews of those present at his wedding, the compliments about how beautiful his wife was and the advice from his mother an hour ago made him understand that there was no one who had captivated that woman more than his arrogant and overbearing wife.

Flashback to an hour ago

“Just looking into her eyes made me understand she was a good girl, Franco, wherever you got her from fulfilling your ambitions don't hurt her, don't do it, son, if it turns out well she could be the mother of your children, she is beautiful and her innocence is noticeable, I saw that girl a few weeks ago in a restaurant, when I went with your

Sister, just give her the opportunity; she is a good girl, hard-working and very respectful; I don't want to find out that you hurt her, Franco; put out your demons for your enemies, not for your wife, is that clear to you?”

“Very clear,” Franco answered, listening to their shout.

“For God's sake! Just let her out; she won't be able to escape, even if she wants to; that's no way to treat a woman.” Her words made him angry.

“Listen to me well, Mother. I respect you for being the mother who gave me life, but I ask you not to intervene; I will take care of my wife.”

“Your wife, why didn't you give her a choice? if she knew what a monster you were, she would never have noticed you. Madison escaped for a reason; however, look, destiny brought you a real challenge. I feel that she will be your headache; she will give you a good lesson.” Said his mother, proud that destiny finally gave him his own medicine.

“We'll see about that.” He responded coldly, looking at his mother while she drank her drink.

“I'm sure of that Franco.”

End of Flashback.