Mafia’s Broken Love

Chapter 6

I put my head down and let the tears flow down my cheeks freely. I could feel his eyes on me as he sat across from me on the plane. We were officially leaving America today, and I was heartbroken knowing that I would be completely at his mercy in his home in Italy. When he announced that we would be leaving America, I was mad, I wanted to throw a fit, scream, and punch him wherever I could and tell him no I'm not going, but I know I couldn't do that. I refuse to put myself in trouble with him. I simply just nodded my head yes and avoided his stare.

Avoiding his gaze was the only thing I could do to keep myself at bay. Every time I stare into his dark ocean eyes, I remember what he did to me on that road. A reminder of how he almost broke my throat, leaving me mute for a week. A reminder of him stomping on my face as I screamed and begged him to stop. How he smiled evilly down at me as he grabbed my leg and effortlessly broke it. The storm and rage flooded his eyes as he almost strangled me to death.

I'm glad that I can move my neck side to side freely with the neck brace because I've gotten used to it and my neck is healing very well. I am also able to hold a conversation now, mostly with the maids and doctors, who usually ask about my well-being. I'm glad that Alex isn't forcing me to talk to him, but I don't know how long that will last because he seems to be running out of patience and getting irritated as I continuously try my best to ignore him. It's not that I do it on purpose, I'm just too scared to bring myself to look his way.

It has been two weeks since my attempted escape, two weeks of me using those crutches. I spent the first week on bed rest. I wasn't allowed or able to move at all. What scares me more is the scary look in Alex's eyes as he watches me struggling. I know he didn't have any regret for doing this to me. He knows he doesn't have to worry about me escaping at any time soon, because what he did to me, will certainly not allow me to go against him for a while.

I flinched when I saw Alex stretch his hands towards me, but relaxed when all he did was put on my seatbelt. We're about to take off. This is it, my life is over. I have to leave everything that I have built in this place. I am about to be thrown into a world full of pain, loneliness, and misery.

Why is life so unfair to me? I haven't done anything wrong. I clutched the seat tightly, and tears rolled down my cheeks as we took off smoothly. There was no type of turbulence. I have witnessed that Alex wasn't much of a talker, instead, he'd rather show. He talks less and does more. I have to be careful around him and watch what he does before I land myself in trouble.

When we got to the sky, he swiftly got up and stretched his hand out for me to take "Come here love," he contended huskily, within seconds. I took my seatbelt off and placed my hand in his large ones as he helped me up. I thought he was going to hand me my crutches to walk but I yelped when he wrapped his hand under me and lifted me bridal style. He effortlessly walked us into the back of the plane to what looked like a bedroom. Damn, how rich is this man? The room was packed with a full-sized bed, couches, a television, tables, and a little closet for what seemed to be our extra clothes.

He gently placed me down on the bed and started taking off my one shoe. "We'll be here for about 8 hours," he stated as he took it off and stood up. I diverted my eyes from his chest to the floor when he started removing his shirt; I hate this part. Since I've been staying in the hospital room I've only been sleeping in gowns, but every night he comes to sleep with me, he always removes his shirt. He only sleeps in his boxers next to me. I doubt he isn't going to make me remove my clothes as well. I squeezed my eyes tight when I saw him taking off his pants, along with his boxers. Oh god.

The room was quiet for a while, the only thing that was heard was my heavy breathing and the sounds of his belt moving around as he folded his clothes. After a while, everything went quiet as he walked over and placed his folded clothes on the chair. Please don't be naked, please don't be naked. I kept chanting in my head, not wanting to see what was forbidden for my eyes to see. I heard his deep voice chuckling as I clutched my hands together and whispered my little prayers. "Why are you praying, love? His deep voice was laced with amusement. How could he be amused about this?

I flinched when he gently grabbed my chin and pushed it up so I could face him. Images of him strangling me on the road flash in my mind, causing me to keep my eyes shut, fearing for the worst. I'm relieved that I had my neck brace, maybe that would prevent him from doing anything. ". Open your eyes" he bellowed, causing my eyes to snap open. My breathing picked up again when my eyes landed on his deep blue void ones, the same eyes that had put me in so much pain with no regrets. My heart thunders against my chest the more I stare at him. A small smile made its way onto his lips, it wasn't a kind smile, it was mocking. He's mocking me for fearing him so much. I bet he's the happiest man alive right now. This is what he wants. For the mere sight of him freaks me out.

"I won't do anything to you yet. Don't look so frightened. I'm not a monster", he c****d his head to the side. I fought the sob that threatened to come out, his eyes shining with sadistic intent. Cupping my jaw in his hand, he leaned down and growled into my ears, "Be my good girl, and everything will be fine" he chuckled, leaning down and licking the side of my face. I squeezed my eyes shut in desperation, as shivers ran down my spine from his warm tongue against his cheeks. I want him to leave me alone. Please make him stop. In one flash, my dress was pulled over my head, and I sat there in shock only in my lace bra and panties. I didn't dare to make a move and cover my body from his hooded lustful gaze.

I blinked the tears that were welling in my eyes and stared back at him pleadingly. I kept blinking the tears away as they were blocking my sight. I couldn't make out his facial expression, I needed to see and know what was going on in his eyes. Through blurry tears, I saw him leaning forward once again, and he unhooked my bra. "Please no" I begged softly as he took it off. He slightly pushed me to lay flat on the bed and reached down to my underwear. As soon as he touched it, my hand flew down to his and I begged, "Please, Xander, don't do this to me."

His only response was his amused chuckle as he pulled it off me. When it was off, I shut my legs tight and curled in a ball on my side. He walked to the chair and placed my clothes on top of his.

As he walked towards the bed, my sobs got louder, he climbed up and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me flush against his naked chest. What had caught my breath was the thick, long hard organ pocking me from behind, making itself known. I stopped sobbing and held my breath as I felt it twitching against my ass. Oh f**k.

"Baby, It won't bite you, breathe," I started taking gulps of air when I noticed that I wasn't breathing for so long. "we're just gonna sleep, relax," he assured, putting his face on my neck and sniffing my scent. Well, sleeping is going to be difficult with you sniffing my neck like that and your thing moving and doing jumping jacks down there.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand and tried to control my breathing. Meditating always helps me sleep. Sleeping around him would mean I wouldn't be aware of what he would do to me. That's exactly what I want. I don't care. Sleeping and not being aware of him is what I want. Breathe in, 1,2,3, breathe out 4,5,6, I continued counting and breathing and soon I blocked everything out and fell asleep.

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