Chapter 8
ROMANO
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I knew my mood was at an all–time low, and everyone around me dared not speak all the way.
But when I arrived at the place where they reported my pregnant wife might be staying, I wanted. to destroy everything. She came to such a rundown place, just to get away from me.
My eyes roam and scrutinize the atmosphere. It has been a stressful three–hour flight to this remote location, and there are barely any other houses nearby.
So this is where she has been hiding?
No wonder I haven’t been able to locate her all these while and if she hadn’t sold one of the customized jewelry I once gave to her, my search for her would have been more prolonged.
I waited for a while, and soon I saw the person I had been longing for appear in my sight. She was with a woman I didn’t recognize.
A coil tightens in my heart at the sight of her as she approaches the unknown woman; the feelings in my heart can only be the hate and fury that I’ve suppressed for the last six months.
She was no longer as slender as she was. Even though she still looked thin, the baby bump hindered her movements.
I stared at her face. Even though it’d been six months since I saw her, she didn’t seem to lose any weight. Instead, the pregnancy had lent her a hint of allure. A strand of hair tumbled down her forehead, but she pulled it back and smiled happily.
The moment her gaze lands in my direction, her smile completely fades, replaced by a raw terrified look.
My lips twist into a sinister smile as I step out of the car, “Hello, wife,”
I watch the blood drain from Jasmine’s face, she blinks rapidly, perhaps to confirm if I’m a figment of her imagination.
Unfortunately for her, I’m just as fucking real as her large protruding stomach, and my anger is simmering just below the surface of my sardonic smile.
“Jasmine,” Her name pour out of my mouth smoothly, “You shouldn’t have run from me, Bambina,”
She takes a step back, her hands cradling her swollen belly, and my gaze linger on the spot, the coil in my chest tightens further..
Fuck.
She should be eight months along now. It maddens me that she thinks she deserves my child, not
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My narrowed glare droops to where she suddenly grasps the other woman’s arm, “Yvonne, we need to go!”
How foolish can she be? Daring to run away in my face!
She barely takes two steps when I snatch her wrist, completely ripping her from the other woman’s grip and yanking her so that her back is pressed against my chest.
“Non c’è via di uscita per te (You can’t run away anymore), Bambina“, I whisper in her ears. There is no way out for her, and I let her know that.
She breaks down with loud sobs as she attempts to struggle against my vice–like grip, but she is no match compared to my strength.
“You’re coming home with me, little wife!” I snarl, my lips nearly touching her ears.
“No, I’m not leaving with you, Romano please, let me go!”
I
1st her neck so that she is now facing me, her tearful gaze meeting my own, which is burning
impatience.
I cannot help but notice that despite being pregnant, she still looked gaunt and fragile. Feeling her thin neck, it will be so easy for me to just crush it.
Something squeezes my heart, yet again knocking the breath from me. Has she been starving
herself?
“Hey, mister, she’s eight months pregnant, so watch it. You’ll hurt her baby.”
I don’t pay any attention to the unknown woman who has walked in with Jasmine earlier; my intent gaze continues to watch my frightened wife even as I growl lowly in her ears.
“Come with me quietly; your actions will determine if she gets to live or not. Be obedient, Bambina (Obey, baby)!”
Jasmine stiffens in my arms, seeing my men pull out their guns, her pupils constricting with dread as she suddenly grasps my arm, her nails digging into the fabric of my shirt.
“No, please, I’ll come with you, don’t hurt her!”
“Who is he, Jasmine? Don’t go with him!” The unknown woman started but flinches visibly at my cold glare.
“He’s the baby’s father,” Jasmine whispers to her and looks up at me once more.
I see the spark of courage in her eyes even though her small oval face is streaked with tears.
“You’re going to let the baby live. Promise me that you won’t kill my child, and I will come with you!”
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attempt to manipulate me.
“The child is innocent!”
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“You should have thought of the consequences before you tried to escape. Now get the fuck inside the car!”
I don’t wait for her to respond; ignoring her loud, fearful yelp, I scoop her from her feet, carrying her bridal style and storming towards my car.
She scoots away from me when I settle her inside the dark interior of the back seat; I take up space next to her and order the driver to drive.
Fuck knows that I’m already feeling irritated by the woman outside who is banging her fists ceaselessly against the rolled–up window of my car.
“Let her go, I’m going to call the police!” She screams at me.
the
“Thanks for everything, Yvonne. Also, help me thank Bruno. I’m grateful for everything he has done for me, one day, I will pay him back.. “I hear Jasmine talking to her, breaking down in sobs yet again just as the car engine roars to life.
Bruno?
Who the fuck is that?
“You still need to take your stuff. The baby’s clothes and…
“No need for that anymore, take care Yvonne,”
Under my oppressive gaze, they finally finished saying their goodbyes. Normally, no one would dare make me wait, but considering one was an eight–month–pregnant woman and the other had cared for her for six months, I kept telling myself to be patient, holding back the urge to point my gun at the temple of the woman outside the car, who couldn’t stop talking.
The car starts to move, speeding us away from the neighbourhood. The next flight is going to take us back home.
Throughout the entire ride to the mansion, I notice Jasmine sneaking glances at me, consumed by fright.
her doe eyes
I don’t blame her. She has every fucking right to be afraid because I can already imagine the several ways I’m going to punish her for running away from me.
We arrive at the mansion and I drag her unwilling body inside, my fingers are so tight around her wrist that I can imagine her bones breaking apart
“Let’s talk… Romano, please, let’s talk!” She cries when I shove her inside her room and bang the door close to her face, ensuring to lock it with the security code.
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A low, frustrated hiss leaves my lips; why am I standing here and listening to get stupid pleas when this is something that she has brought upon herself?
Hold on a second… Am I pitying her?
