I let her set the pace. As much as I want to take control, fuck the shit out of her hot little mouth, I don’t. I know she gets off on doing this, and I want her pussy dripping fucking wet. Because as soon as she’s finished, I’m going to fuck her into next Sunday.

Chapter Ten

The past

My heart pounds in my chest. Can I do this? Can I really leave? What if he finds out? I’ll either end up dead or something far worse. Something I can’t imagine. Can I risk that? Who will the boys have if they don’t have me?

Without their mother, they won’t have anyone who loves them. But if I can do it, if I can get out, get them away from him, then we will all be better off.

He’s getting worse. I didn’t think it was possible. I thought I’d seen the height of my husband’s cruelty. Until I watched him shoot a maid yesterday. Point blank. Why? She didn’t fold the corners on the bedsheets the way he wanted them.

I tried to reason with Giovanni. He wasn’t having it. It’s as if he’s not even there half the time, like the man I fell in love with has died and his body has been taken over by the devil. I’ve tried to pinpoint the moment, the event that changed him. I mistakenly thought if I could uncover what it was that set him down this dark path, then I could fix it. Fix him.

I’ve never been able to really find it, though. The cause or the cure. Which leads me to this moment. My hands are sweaty. He’s out of town for two days. I’ve been instructed not to leave the house. His men have been instructed not to let me.

Except there’s one. Henry. He’s kind to me. He said he’d help me leave. I don’t know why he’s willing to risk his neck to help me. But I have to try to get my boys out of this house. I have to do it. I can’t let him destroy us any more than he already has.

It’s the middle of the night. Everything is quiet. This is my moment. Henry said to wait until two in the morning. He said he’d have a car out front. It’s ten to two now. Taking a deep breath, I bend down and pick up Vin from his crib before tiptoeing into the next room. Where I gently try to shake my eldest son awake.

“Gio, wake up,” I whisper.

“Mum?” His voice is groggy.