A Wife for the Gangster

Chapter 3. Failed escape.

Two days later.

After a strong collapse, Emma barely managed to save herself. Two days had passed since her collapse; she was unconscious, and Franco decided to take her to his house in the mountains.

A nurse took care of her in the main room while Franco moved in with his new wife.

At night, when he got home, he saw her still asleep. That pale woman whose fever must go down had him under a spell, she was beautiful, so much so that it disconcerted him. No one had come into his life who captivated him in such a way.

Seeing her shaking from nightmares made him anxious; he looked for a container again and placed it on his nightstand; he undressed her to rub her body and lower her fever. He did this for several minutes to measure her temperature again.

It was early morning and her fever still hadn't gone down. Left without resources, he had no choice but to carry her in his arms and take her to the jacuzzi that he prepared for her.

“Please, let me go, please. Elena honey, I'll be there soon, I promise.” She said unconsciously while Franco helped her reduce the fever.

When he finished, he dried her body and covered her with a towel, taking her to the bed where he checked her temperature again, which now remained normal, leaving him much calmer.

After settling her in, Franco returned to the bathroom to take a shower and relax a little.

When he finished his shower, he put on his boxers and sat next to her without imagining that Emma would hug him, clinging to his body and surprising him.

Feeling her so close, Franco held her in his arms; she was still naked, and her breasts rested on his chest as well as her head, making it impossible for Franco or for his manhood to respond to her, which he desired madly.

Franco had not had s*x with any other woman, he wanted her so much that it took a lot of courage not to touch her, being a man who took what he wanted when he wanted, but with her it was different, he watched her sleep and did not hesitate to kiss her on the lips gently so she could fall asleep.

After two days and three nights of being in a deep sleep, Emma woke up in the arms of Franco, who was tired after spending the nights awake and made sure her fever went down.

As soon as Emma got up, she noticed that she had no clothes, she was naked next to this strange man. Which led her to imagine the worst.

Emma looked at him with fear; she feared him, and the memories came back to her mind, causing her to worry.

Emma got up slowly, took a sheet to cover herself, she walked slowly to the bathroom, her body hurt, and the injection marks on her arms terrified her, she reviewed them tremblingly, she was disconnected from what they had done with her that she was afraid of waking him up, hearing his voice was her worst nightmare.

“You're awake,” Franco said, scaring her.

Emma turned to him and fixed her gaze on every movement he made, prompting her to beg for her life.

“I'm sorry, okay? Just don't hurt me, I want…” He salivated agitatedly.

“I won't leave; I'll just go to the bathroom, please.” Her gaze through tears, and her red lips while she trembled made him understand that she was terrified, she feared him, and she had already understood that it was useless to run away from him, perhaps he had already raped her and she did not know how long she had been drugged or asleep, she feared for what they had done with her.

Franco remained silent as he watched her tremble; he got out of bed to confirm if she was trembling out of fear or because her temperature had risen again. Emma was terrified, retreating at his closeness, she lowered her gaze and raised it again at the blow that hit her back with the wall stopped her steps, leaving her cornered in front of Franco, who, without mentioning a word, touched her, noticing that she had a little fever, but she trembled more because of fear, every movement or action he executed caused a fright reaction in her.

Franco walked around the room; Emma observed him, noticing the gun on the nightstand, which scared her more, so she ran and locked herself in the bathroom, very scared.

She sat on the floor hugging her legs, waiting for the worst, until she saw the door open.

Franco approached her and grabbed her arm, lifting her off the ground. Emma struggled while Franco slowly stripped her of the sheet covering her body, exposing her naked body to him, which paralyzed her, expecting the worst.

Emma's thoughts were invaded by unanswered questions, What did she do wrong? Maybe it was a punishment? Was this her destiny to be raped and abused by this man? She was undoubtedly afraid of what he could do to her, she noticed how Franco took off his boxer in front of her and got into the jacuzzi, guiding her to meet him again.

“I don't want to force you.” Franco's gaze silenced her, Emma cried at his actions, taking her very trembling hand to join him in the jacuzzi.

Franco sat down, accommodating her between his legs with her back turned, and drew her to him, resting her on his chest, where her head rested just as he had arranged it.

“I haven't touched you, I won't do it if you don't want to, stop shaking, I was forced to undress you to take a bath, you've been unconscious for three days and you've had a high fever, there's nothing about you that I haven't seen, so just relax.”

Those kind and hard words that came from his lips reassured her. knowing that he hadn't touched her beyond what he should, let her know that her innocence was safe that her plan was still in motion and that if she got out of this, one day she would find a man who loved her and she loved, to whom she would give what she had kept so much, there was still hope.

Franco rubbed her body with a sponge; while she watched him, she felt his erect p***s press the side of her hips. At the same time, she felt how he passed the sponge over her abdomen, which contracted in an agitated swing in union with his chest, revealing how uncomfortable she was before his caresses.

Franco ignored her nervous state, walking up to her neck where he stopped, releasing the sponge to gather her hair with a rubber band, resting it again against her chest. Franco didn’t think about it; he had never been so affectionate with any woman, but with her, it was so easy for him to want to have her like that.

“My head hurts a lot,” Emma said restlessly, closing her eyes due to the pain that invaded her.

Listening to her speak for Franco was an invitation to make things clear with her, just as he had always been, a direct man.

“You'll get over it; as soon as we get out of here, I'll give you a pain pill; listen to me carefully, Emma López….” He adjusted her so she could look him in the eyes.

“Be good; if you are, I can be more tolerant of you. I am not a man to have patience much less compassion, stop crying and breaking things, you almost died because of your tantrums, I will come out in a while. There is an old lady downstairs who has sometimes taken care of you since you arrived. Ask for whatever you want, and I will send someone who will buy you what you need. Don't try to run away, okay?”

Emma remained silent while he washed her body. She didn’t know how to respond to him and would only do what he asked until an opportunity to escape presented itself.

“I trust that you are an intelligent girl; just do what I tell you, and everything will be fine. Did you hear me?” She remained silent.

‘“I need you to respond.” Franco told her in a sort of subtle way.

“Yes, I understand.” She said weakly with a grip on her jaw.

Franco let her go, taking the thermometer to take her temperature again.

“Open.” He ordered and she opened her mouth.

After a few minutes in silence, he took out the thermometer and checked it. It was normal, he left it still aside and focused on her again, caressing her lips.

Franco tried, he tried, but he couldn't control the desire to have her. Franco took her chin and kissed her on the lips; he wanted her and needed her; he wanted her, and his kisses intensified.

He placed her facing him, lifting her onto his lap and holding her hand, placing it on his chest so that she could touch him, while he focused on kissing her down her neck to her breasts, which he kissed and bit lightly, making her completely uncomfortable.

“Stop, please…” she said breathlessly.

“Franco, please, please, no, I can't.” She said in a pleading manner making him stop.

Franco looked her in the eyes, and she lowered her gaze; he intimidated her, and she found it difficult to look at him, and that killed him because he still feared her in a way.

“Come on.” He ordered, standing up. He extended his hand, and after cleaning up together, they left the bathroom.

She changed into pyjamas, which was what she saw in the closet, while Franco put on a suit that made him look very handsome.

Emma sat on the bed, and when he was ready, he took her hand to go down to breakfast; the sun was radiant, and everything was very beautiful on the way to the dining room, where Zoila smiled when she saw her.

“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Bernaldi.” Greeted the older woman.

“Good morning; prepare breakfast and some headache pills; give her what she needs, but you know, without communication unless she calls or writes to me, and it's important, I trust that she will behave well.” He said with an intense look at Emana who remained silent.

“Yes sir,” As you order.

Franco did not stay for breakfast, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and brought her closer to give her an intense kiss that she reciprocated for a few seconds and he moved away to leave followed by his men, drawing the attention of Pablo who, upon seeing her, knew that his skin was safe.

The men got into their cars and left the place while Emma analyzed every move, every possibility of escape. She quickly noticed that when Franco left, he took almost all of his men, leaving a very small number at home, which gave her the first entry into her plan.

“Are you going to have breakfast? Come, sit down, I will prepare the best for you to regain your strength.” Emma did not respond to the woman other than with a smile.

After eating breakfast and taking her medications, Emma walked around the house, noticing the huge place that filled her with many ideas.

Emma had thought about hiding, and when Franco and his men went out to look for her, she would get into one of the cars and escape, a plan that would undoubtedly work if they took her out of that place to find help.

After thinking about it for several hours, Emma made a decision.

While Franco checked the shipment that arrived from Russia, she knew that there were no cell phones or local telephones in the house, the internet had a password and there was only one cell phone in the entire area and it was in the custody of his trusted middleman who was at home taking care of his wife, this reassured her allowing her to concentrate on what she had to do.

After checking the shipment, Franco met with his brothers and his father to celebrate; several women sat on his lap, the men enjoyed the company, and they drank to celebrate the success in their hands, a good job that bore many fruits.

Franco was enjoying his drink before being distracted by his father, who drew his attention to his questions.

“Franco son, how is your wife? Has she woken up yet?”

“She is doing very well.” His response was clear and cold as usual since he hated his family getting involved in his affairs.

“I'm glad; that means that I will have my grandchildren very soon; a male grandson would make this family happy,” Francesco said proudly.

“You say it as if you don't care about your granddaughters, Dad.” expressed uncomfortably Domini, Franco's older brother, who had always been suspicious of his brother.

“Don't talk nonsense, girls are only good for spending, I need the new heir, work on procreating boys, my granddaughters are my adoration, but I can't imagine them carrying this burden, stop being so naive, this job is for men, let women stay in the house to procreate.” Said the older man while smoking his abanó.

“Your mentality is sexist, father; I do not doubt that Dacha would manage the business very well, with good training.” Domini was very proud of his niece.

“I doubt it, son; I doubt it very much.” Said the older man, knowing that his granddaughter only liked to spend.

Franco only listened to them talk in silence, when the call from his trusted man prompted him to get up to receive the reports from the house.

Franco walked to one of the rooms where one of the women arrived to please him; he had a burden that he wanted to get rid of and that made him lose his mind. The girl barely managed to give him oral s*x, and he managed to reach his orgasm. when a new call drove him crazy, stopping his moment of pleasure.

“Sir, shuts were heard from around your wife's room, and she is nowhere to be found.”

“How come she is nowhere to be found?” Franco said, standing up suddenly, in the same way that he pushed away the girl who got scared when she saw how angry he was.

“That's right sir, we've been looking for her all over the house for a while.”

“You all are useless, FIND HER RIGHT NOW”. He said very angry at the news that made him change quickly.

On the other hand, in the house, Emma tried to escape, she knew that if Franco arrived she wouldn't be able to do it with so many men in the house, so she must do it now, she distracted one of the guards and took his gun, hit him and shoots into the air, An action that gave her an advantage, she ran taking the keys to one of the trucks and continued running to the garage where she pressed the alarm while listening to the men moving, which allowed her to get into the car and drive over two of them very scared.

Emma continued without stopping down the mountain; she tried to escape; she was barefoot and with little clothing, which she did not care about more than fleeing from them.

She drove at high speed onto the road, marking the map on the car to the city, without knowing that the car had GPS and that her actions were marked on a device on Franco's cell phone that knew exactly where she was going.

He was not stupid and calmly dialed the cell phone that was in the trunk which contained a single number, which was Franco's.

The cell phone rang without being answered, Franco insisted and continued dialling. It was 10 minutes from Emma's house where her grandmother and sister were anxiously waiting for her to appear.

Hearing the device, Emma took it out, noticing the name on the screen, limiting herself to answering, waiting for the call to drop to dial the police, but was alarmed by a message and a photo she saw which left her frozen and breathless at what she read.

“My sister-in-law is beautiful, don't you think honey?” Tears ran down Emma's cheeks as she answered Franco's new call.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” I thought what I told you was clear to you this morning. Do you think this is a f*****g game for me? You just used up the damn little patience I have for you.”

“Franco, please, Franco, don't hurt her, Franco.

A gunshot was heard after Elena's scream, which stopped Emma's heartbeat.