Sold and in love

(Becca) With my eyes closed I take a deep breath, the morning sun warming up my face through the bedroom's window. I never wake up early and I never open the curtains. I am usually lingering in bed till late morning, partly hoping that if I stay still I will stop breathing and it will all be over, partly because of the soreness between my thighs. Every night is a rape, worse than yesterday and less than tomorrow.But today was a special morning, that kind of morning that changes your life, for most could be in better, for me, could be an end.I clench the plastic tube in my hand, tight, till my knuckles become paper-white, with the same intensity as I squeeze my eyes shut. I can't believe I am having a new life growing in me. I have always been careful. I have been on pills since I was sold in this cursed marriage by my father but seems faith had other plans. It is impossible to ever let Lucas be the father of my child, I prefer de

(Lucas) I knew she would ask again. The divorce that is. This was the second time she asked. First time I took my whole wrath of anger on her till she fainted in my arms. And when she did I caressed her for tenth of minutes in a row, tasting her skin and filling my lungs with her smell to last with me till the next time she wouldn't be conscious and I could refill. That night was my torture, my travel to hell and back. I couldn't show I still loved her or else they would have used her against me or against her father. I wouldn't mind her being used against me. I would gladly give up on me assigning Gio to keep her safe, but the thing is that with her father would have been her sure death because the motherfucker wouldn't have thought twice to abandon her. They must never know she is the core of my life and the reason of my existence till I am done with them. I fucked her painful and hard as a punishment and made love with her when s

(Becca) There was no banging or breaking doors last night. No fight against me having locked the door. I could swear I heard him whispering on the other side of the door. He just gave in. Like he never does. I curled up in the bed thinking what actually Lucas wanted from me. I knew my father or my brother were not very fond of me, I knew they would just use me for whatever shit they needed to safe, like every time, and could only think that they might have got deep into some shitty staff but now I was Lucas’s wife so I couldn’t understand what was he protecting me from. I lifted my head a bit, hoping I can still hear something from the other side of the door. I crawled down from the bed and reaching the door I lean my ear to it, listening, but there was nothing. Now I wished he didn’t give up so easily, I wished he was still standing there, in front of my door. I fought with all my being the urge of go

(Becca) We both got in the car and I was amazed of how much I wanted to run away being ready to leave with another man I've just met a minute ago, who's name I don't even know if it's true, carrying with me nothing but the clothes on my back and the purse on my shoulder.And then it hit me, my chest squeezing in pain remembering my Lucas, his peaceful face while sleeping, his arms wrapped around me, his whispers soothing my cries last night till I fell asleep. Tears form in my eyes and I turned my face to the window looking somewhere behind the buildings running along the side of the road in the speed of the car."It is always easier when you share," Enzo says after a few minutes of silence and just then I realized I didn't even ask where he was taking me."Yeah. I am not much a sharer, you know?" I try to avoid the subject or any other subject all together.Enzo doesn't insist. He keeps driving for a few minutes more

(Lucas) "Marciano, good to hear you. What can I do for you?" I asked trying to sound lose and relaxed, thank God for Gio."I need to put my hands on that motherfucker Robert Downhill. That piece of shit is hiding and I am not happy with motherfucker cowards. Pezzo di merda," he courses and I hear his hard breaths."I see. Well, how can I do that for you?" I need to find out if he knows his youngest son has my wife."Set a meeting with him, you are his business partner. And fammi sapere about the place and time. I will take it from there," he said fast, in one breath."Marciano, I doubt he will accept the meeting so easily as long as he knows you are out for his ass. It will not work.""Tate! I know he is your fucking father-in-law. I know che la tua piccola moglie is his daughter, don't make me put that kind of pressure on you."I fucking hate when he mixes English with his native language. Makes him so