Debt to the Mafia Prince

Chapter 19

Over the next couple of days, Ezio was constantly arguing with his wife. The subject seemed to be about me most of the time, but sometimes it was about who deserved respect. They also kept point scoring against one another which I found to be extremely childish. I thought you were suppose to be united when you get married; trust and love one another. I know that not every couple is perfect but growing up, my parents hardly fought and when they did they made up pretty quickly. 

Ezio seemed to get more and more defensive whenever my name was mentioned. I could tell he was getting fed up with Camille’s jealousy towards me and things started to get pretty heated. I noticed she had a black eye yesterday morning when I headed to my room with a bowl of cereal. The day before that, Ezio walked passed me in the hallway with a scratch down the side of his face. They were clearly being physically abusive with one another and I tried to stay well away from it. 

I woke up to the sound of the front door slamming shut and a cars engine revving outside. I slid out of bed and strolled down the hallway to main foyer. When I looked out of the large Victorian window beside the front door, I saw Camille driving off in her car down the long driveway. 

“Shouldn’t you be in bed? It’s a bit early for you to be awake” Ezio said from behind me.

He was standing there, shirtless and dressed only in a pair of light grey track suit bottoms. His hair was all scuffed up and he had a fresh scratch running down his neck, clearly caused by Camile’s long fake nails. I felt kind of sorry for Ezio for a moment, as much as I hate him, no one deserves to be beaten by the person they love... not even him. 

“What are you staring at?” He asked, jolting me from my thoughts.

“Nothing”. 

He stepped closer to me, closing the distance between our bodies and stroked the side of my cheek. It creeped me out when he touched my bare skin but I had to just grit my teeth and take it. He leant down to me and stroked his hands up my bare thigh. 

I stupidly decided to wear shorts and a short sleeve top to bed last night because the night before I woke up sweating. I didn’t want to overheat half way through the night so I decided to wear something a bit cooler, which I’m now regretting. 

His hand reached under my shorts causing me to react. I slapped his hand away and stepped back. He lowered his brows at me and stared. 

“Did you just smack me?” He asked in a cautious tone. I opened my mouth to speak but couldn’t think of what to say.

“What have I told you about disrespect?” He asked me rhetorically. 

“Camille disrespects you all the time, why am I the only one that gets punished for it?” I blurted out without thinking. 

“Camille is gone! She has been punished over and over again for being disrespectful to me. Unfortunately, she’s of a higher rank than you. And beside, you don’t have the right to question me!” He growled at me in anger. He took a moment to calm down and placed his forehead into his hands.

“I don’t have time for this Amelia” he sighed stressfully. He doesn’t have time? Does that mean I’m excused from being punished? 

“I’ve got a lot going on today and I don’t have time for your rebellious behaviour” he groaned.

“I’ll... just... leave you to it then”. I tried to sneak away but Ezio wasn’t going to let me off that easily, after all, he doesn’t make empty threats.

“Follow me” he instructed and walked off to the kitchen. I slumped my shoulders childishly and did as I was told.

Entering the empty kitchen, Ezio was already grabbing himself a drink from the fridge. He poured himself a glass of pineapple juice and took a sip. Moving the glass away from his mouth, he pointed towards the island and gulped his juice down.

“Bend over”. 

“Here?” I questioned him whilst he placed his glass onto the side.

“There” he confirmed, seeming to be more agitated than normal which frightened me. 

He was about to take his anger out on me and if he was already annoyed before I broke his stupid rules, then I’m scared that this is going to be brutal. 

“I don’t have time to take you to the punish room today, I’ve got so many f*****g meetings to have that this is probably the only time your going to see me until tomorrow” he explained. 

I smirked slightly, pleased that I was going to have an Ezio free day. I obeyed Ezio’s previous command and leant over the island counter. He walked over to me and pulled down my shorts, exposing my bare skin. Stroking it gently with the palm of his hand, he hummed to himself. 

“Don’t think you can get away with breaking the rules though. I might be busy today but I know my brother is free” he warned me, hinting that his brother will be doing the punishing. 

I would rather Ezio punish me for 24 hours straight than be in a room alone with that psycho for ten minutes. Ezio was bad but his brother was a perverted lunatic. 

“Yes sir” I replied in a hushed tone. 

“Hmm, good girl”

“What rule did you break baby girl?” he gently asked. 

“Rule two”

“What was rule two?”. His hand stroked my skin in circular motions, sending goosebumps all over my lower body.

“Treat everyone with respect including you sir” I responded submissively. 

“I’m going hit against your arse two times. Do you remember what your not allowed to do?” He asked me as if I was a child. 

“No flinching, moving or speaking”.

“Good girl”.