Chapter 2

Romero leaned against the balcony in his bedroom, taking in a deep puff from the cigarette in his hand. His hate for the Giordano familia ran thicker than the blood in his own veins, pure hatred fueled by his everlasting anger.

His cold grey eyes shifted to the woman lying in his bed. It was her husband he wanted to torture, but Dominic was hard to get a hold of, so his wife would do just fine, for now.

The bottle of Hennessy stood attractively on the table as Romero reached for it and took in a hard gulp. He hissed and he used the back of his thumb to wipe the lower half of his bottom lip where a drop of the alcohol had fallen onto.

There was a certain heat he felt the more he drank, he was hard. His eyes lazily glanced over the woman the clutched his sheets so tightly. Giovanna had cried herself to sleep after seeing what she believed to be her husband's infidelity.

Romero had seen Giovanna when she walked back into his office, but he couldn't give a shit whether or not she had seen him fuck his secretary. The woman was not his to please, or was she? He thought.

He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on and stalked closer to the bed. His fingers trailed over the sheets as he used two fingers to push aside the thin satin covers to reveal a soft coloured pair of legs. Milky and smooth enough to entice any man.

He was indeed pretending to be her husband so it was only fair that he receives the benefits of such. This single thought brought out something in him that he had never felt before, the insane desire to take as those had taken from him.

Romero grabbed Giovanna's ankle and pulled her to the side of the bed with little to no effort as he was considerably stronger and bigger than the woman. Giovanna was startled awake due to his actions.

Now that she was awake, she wanted to address what she had seen, "Romero-" she started but was cut off as Romero grabbed the side of her face firmly and latched onto her neck, teasing the skin. This was the first time he had touched her since their return from the hospital earlier that week.

Giovanna thought the moment was something to smile about as perhaps it meant he was regretful over his actions but she was soon proved wrong when his hand travelled down to her thighs and grip her harshly, striking pain across her thigh.

As she gasped, Romero placed his hand over her mouth. He hadn't expected her to taste so good, he hoped she would be just as good in bed.

His other hand already began to pull off her underwear and Giovanna tried to pull away but he forcefully kept her head in place which made her slightly alarmed. She tried to pull back again, but this time his grip travelled to her neck and the strength he was using was starting to choke her.

When she couldn't take it anymore she scratched his neck. "Bitch!" He shouted as he caught a drop of the blood dripping from his neck with his hand. It stopped bleeding almost immediately after as the stretch wasn't too deep.

The look in his eyes terrified Giovanna but not as much as seeing him make his way over to her. Out of fear, she fell over the bed and scrambled away to the bathroom. Romero had run after her, trying to push the door open, but she quickly got it to close and was quick to lock it.

As she locked, Romero banged on the door even harder trying to break it down and she scurried over to the farthest corner of the bathroom crying hysterically, praying that he wouldn't open that door.

"Giovanna, apri la porta adesso!" Romero banged against the door hoping it would break down. He growled in sexual frustration as he slapped his hand against the door once again.

After some time, he moved away from the door as his attention drifted elsewhere. He moved back to the balcony and continued to do justice to that bottle of Hennessey.

Giovanna's cries became softer as she heard his footsteps move away from the door. She was too afraid to step out so she curled up into a ball of the cold tiles of the bathroom floor and fell asleep there.

This was not the life she imagined coming back home to, but this was her life. Living in fear of a husband that treated her no better than a slave.

Giovanna listened to Romero's footsteps as he exited the room, initially, she had sighed in relief but soon after he had returned.

She let out a shuddered cry as she heard the female voices that entangled with her husband metres away from where she sat. Had he really stooped so low as to try to **** her and seek comfort from other women the same night?

The soft giggles and the whispers soon turned into moans of ecstasy as two women he laid with hummed and moaned over his manhood continuously.

Romero sighed in satisfaction as he watched the two whore kiss each other and undress all while trying to entice him.

Not once did his mind drift to the crying woman in his bathroom. As far as he was concerned, she was the wife of a coward and she deserved to be treated accordingly.