It works like a charm.
“Of course not. I will see to it then,” he affirms confidently.
“And Frank?”
“You let me take care of my son.”
Smiling happily, I bow in gratitude, as I know Santo will appreciate the gesture. But it seems he appreciates something else more.
“Now, how will you take care of me?”
Before I can reply, he wraps his hand around my waist and draws me against his chest. He examines me closely, and if I thought this monster could love, I’d say he was looking at me with love in his eyes. But he sees me as his possession. Nothing more. Nothing less.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” I say, panicked when he leans down to kiss me.
But him bending to my request doesn’t come for free.
He walks us toward the bed, shoving me face-first onto the mattress. “It’s okay. It’s not
