CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

MATTEO.

What the fuck are they still doing locked up in that room?

Why isn’t she coming out?

Fuck!

Shit!

I’m going insane!

I will rather die than lay around like a pathetic little bitch while another man unravels my wife. My woman. Mine.

Okay. . .be smart here Matteo, we don’t want to give her any more reasons to hate us more than she already does.

My subconscious cautions. I shudder.

Hysteric laughter bubbles out of me whilst I toss and turn in bed. When did I become this person? When did I learn to stay this calm even when my insides are being ripped apart? When did I learn to share?

Mirabella belongs to me.

She is mine.

My property.

My obsession.

Mine to touch. Mine to kiss. Mine to fuck. My wife. The mother of my children. She belongs to me as much as I belong to her and I’ll do whatever it takes to win her back. I’ll win back her trust and loyalty. I’ll make sure she realizes where she belongs and in order to succeed at my endeavors, every threat and distractions must me eliminated. And right now, the only threat I see is Mark Lobster.

Mark Lobster is trying to forcefully take my toy away from me and I’ll not condone it.

Mark Lobster will die tonight for trying to eat from my plate.

Mark Lobster will breathe his last tonight for trespassing on my territory.

Mark Lobster.

Before I’m able to snap myself out of that darkness threatening to cloud my sense of reasoning, his name has already been perfectly carved into the surface of my bedside drawer by my blade.

The same blade I plan on using to make an incredibly peculiar artwork out of him.

I throw my head back, giggling like a maniac as I replay the many ways that I could get rid of that bastard.

“Oh fuck this!” I bolt out my door, running as fast as I can but making sure my footsteps are barely audible enough to startle anyone awake from sleep.

We wouldn’t want to create a commotion now, would we?

My movement come to an immediate halt the moment I reach the living room downstairs. I hear her. She’s here. I immediately hide in a corner, blending with the darkness and urging my sense of hearing to heighten.

“Seriously Mark? Even with my kid’s nanny?” Mirabella’s voice comes out in a monotone.

What the fuck?

Is this what I’m thinking?

I tune out Mark’s annoying voice as he tries to apologize to my wife and I’m most elated that she isn’t buying into his flimsy excuses. But why isn’t she reacting in a way a woman is expected to when she’s caught her lover with another woman?

“What did you expect Mirabella, hmm? It has been over four years since we made our relationship official but you have refused to let me touch you. I’m a man with needs and I’ll not punish myself just because you’ve chosen to keep your pretty little body away from me.” Mark grits in her face.

My heart hammers with pride, my lips stretching into an ear to ear grin at the newly found knowledge. I guess she really belongs to me and this is all the proof I need.

“That’s the thing Mark, you seem too interested in the body than making a real connection and it makes me very uncomfortable and adding to the fact that you’re a whore. I’ll not put my health at risk just so that I can satisfy your carnal desires.” My beautiful, precious wife fires back and I nod in agreement.

My heart swells with pride.

Mark chuckles. “Your husband was the biggest whore but you still let him fuck you as many times as he desired until he put those kids in you.”

“Matteo is not a whore and I must warn that you refrain from speaking about my kids maliciously because if Matteo were to hear you, I can assure you that you wouldn’t leave this house in one piece.”

Oh, not to worry sweetheart, Matteo already heard and Matteo is waiting for the perfect time to have a private conversation with our dear Mark.

I can’t wait.

“I don’t care about your husband and I quite frankly don’t give two fucks about those kids who seem to enjoy taking your attention away from me!” Mark explodes and my jaw locks involuntarily. I patiently wait for Mirabella to do something. Anything. Slap him and warn him never to speak of her children in that manner but she does nothing except exhale a calming breath.

I chuckle. So she can hit me for calling them mine but she wouldn’t hit something who addresses them with the use of foul language?

This bitch.

“Does your jealousy towards my kids have anything to do with you destroying my son’s playhouse and threatening him into staying silent about it?” Mirabella breathes out angrily and Mark throws his head back in laughter, muttering incoherent words under his breath.

“So he told you? That little piece of—” he doesn’t get to finish when Mirabella’s palm connects the side of his face once. Twice. Thrice.

That’s my girl.

“They’re two kinds of people that I hate the most Mark, first, bullies, second, those who silence their victims. Hurt my kids in anyway one more time and I’ll surely put you in your place.”

From what I can deduce, Mark’s head seems to be bobbing continuously as his tongue glides across his bottom lip. He releases a scoff and mutters, “The next time you put your hands on me, Mirabella, I’ll make sure to take away everything you’ve ever worked for. I’m sorry for my actions towards the kids for what it’s worth. And please get that fucking husband of yours to sign those divorce papers already so that I can have you to all myself. I can no longer wait to make you my wife.”

Over my dead body.

He pecks her cheek and begins heading upstairs but Mirabella sucks in a sharp breath and a chuckle breaks out of her, her eyes immediately connecting with mine from where I stand.

She holds eye contact with me and calls out, “Mark?” The bastard hums and she continues. “I’m very upset with you right now and I cannot fathom sharing a bed with you. Could you please go over to the other wing and crash in one of the free bedrooms?”

Fuck yes!

She’s sending him my fucking way!

She’s well aware that I heard every single thing they talked about and she’s baiting me. Except, she’s somehow convinced that I’ll throw a few punches and let it be but it’s quite unfortunate that I’m out for blood.

I’m out for Mark Lobster’s blood.

The moment he walks past me without noting my presence, I text Maxwell who somehow developed Pablo’s agility in the past years.

‘That overly washed white boy is coming your way. Corner the bastard and bring him outback.’

***

“Sorry for taking so long guys, I needed to get a few things ready.” I snicker as I approach the sit out at the back of the building where the boys are holding Mark Lobster. “Cazzo!” I exclaim excitedly pulling out a seat with my eyes observing how beat up the fucking bastard looks.

He spits in my face, sneering. “Does Mirabella know about this? I bet she’ll go haywire on you if she finds out what you’re doing to her boyfriend!”

That does it.

Who the fuck gave this dirty bastard the right to spit on me?

“Do you know why people fear me?” I drawl, dragging the tip of my blade across his skin whilst cleaning his spit off my face with the other hand. “People fear me because I’m not just ruthless, I’m extremely petty. When I desire to end disgusting bastards like you, I make sure to make a joke out of your death so much so that even your ghost will become too ashamed to cross over to the other side. Do you know what that means, Mark?”

A humorous giggle slip my lips and the bastard whimpers as I push the tip of my blade into his skin, cutting his face open. “It simply means that I’ll make sure you do not rest in peace.”

He cries out and I throw a heavy punch against his throat, causing him to choke and gasp for air, painfully clawing at his neck whilst grunting.

“One rule Mark, no screaming. I don’t like screamers except their names sound a lot like Mirabella.” I throw my head back in laughter as I reminisce on how my wife would scream my name whilst writhing beneath me.

Not now, Matteo.

“What do you want?” The fucker asks through trembling lips and I nod with a hum. Now we’re getting somewhere. “I had spent long hours thinking about your situation with my wife and I was finally able to come up with a few theories. First, Mirabella isn’t the type of woman who’d want to be with a man like you because the truth Mark is that there’s absolutely nothing special about you. You’re just nothing but a rich white boy with a shit ton of money, a powerful family name and a few connections.”

“Secondly, Mirabella isn’t the type of woman to condone infidelity. She frowns upon the act and it’s so weird that she seems unbothered by it when it comes to you. Lastly, Mirabella would never tolerate anyone who hurts her kids be it verbally, physically, emotionally or even mentally and that brings me to a conclusion. A conclusion that you have something on her and you’re using that something to your advantage.”

His eyes widen and his lips part in his attempt to speak but I throw another punch against his throat, gaining a strained grunt from him as he thrashes his head in pain.

“Another rule Mark, don’t speak until I give you permission to.” I clear my throat. “As I was saying Mark, I don’t mean to sound cocky or anything but I’m the smartest fucking person you could ever come across which is why it was so easy figuring out what you have on my wife.”

He shifts in his seat uncomfortably and I let out a chuckle.

“Four years ago before she became a force to reckon with, she was desperately looking for a way to clean out her money when she met you. Her knight in shining armor.” I giggle humorously. “You convinced her into buying very promising properties under your name and like a naive business woman, she played right into your trap and you’ve been using that against her. You’ve refused to either refund her money or put the properties back under her name. You used the opportunity to force a relationship on her and now you’re trying to force marriage down her throat. How pathetic can you be?”

He gulps aloud, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Again. I wave my hand dramatically, urging him to stay calm.

“All I want from you is very simple. First, here’s your briefcase and I sure as hell know the property transfer documents are in there. Take out the documents and transfer each and every one of my wife’s properties back to her. Secondly, you’ll put a call across to your account officer and transfer every single dime in your name into the offshore account details that I’ve just provided.”

His voice shakes as he mumbles, “I can’t do that.”

Alessio chuckles. “You don’t have a choice white boy Mark. It’s your money or your life, choose wisely pretty boy.”

Mark is a stubborn one that much I can tell. He blatantly refused letting go of all his assets and it took a few minutes of ruffling him up before he realized that this is a lost course. And now, he’s signing those papers with trembling fingers while crying like a little bitch. And that’s after he’s wired a few hundreds of millions into an offshore account.

An offshore account that was opened for my wife a few years back.

She’s definitely going to have a full blown heart attack when she finds out the amount of money lying around carelessly in that account.

Now, it’s time to focus on the real reason we’ve gathered here. The real reason being that a certain Mark Lobster has been trying too hard to take my wife away from me.

“You know, Mark, I actually overheard your discussion with my wife and I’m truly not happy about the things you said.” I drawl, pouting playfully as I swirl a strand of his greasy hair around my index finger whilst using my other hand to rip off his pajama pants.

“W-what are you doing?” He stutters, shifting in his seat whilst attempting to pry my hand away from his groin.

“Calmati bel ragazzo.” I coo, “this will not hurt so much unless you want it to.” I and the boys burst out laughing at his exposed dick whilst tears spill from his eyes. “The fact that you wanted my wife to fuck this?” I scrunch up my face in disgust, my chest vibrating in soft laughter as his screams of terror ricochets whilst my blade carves out his genitalia.

“Cazzo!” Dean throws his head back in laughter when I hold up Mark’s dick, observing it with an ear to ear grin whilst basking in the shameful whimpering coming from our little friend.

“Why are you crying? Hmm? White boy Mark?” My fist is plunged into his face before he’s able to register my question. “You cheat on my fucking wife with your disgusting fucking dick and then you threaten my son with that useless tongue of yours?!” I growl, nudging Maxwell to hold his mouth open.

I stand abruptly, kicking my seat back. I lean down, my face inching very close to his. “My name is Don Matteo. I am The Godfather of Italy and I am the head of the Denaro famiglia. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to touch the things I’ve marked as mine and that includes my wife and my children!”

Mark Lobster continues struggling with Maxwell’s grip, groaning and thrashing his head around whilst I cut his tongue off at a slow and torturous pace. Mark’s mouth is clamped shut by Maxwell’s large palm in order to muffle his scream while I sit back down with a sigh of relief.

Nodding towards the boys, Alessio picks up his axe and begins cutting Mark’s fingers off one after another until all ten fingers are completely detached from his hand.

“Shh. . .” I coo, pressing my index finger against my lips as I lean forward. “Calmati. . . calmati, sí?” He nods in understanding and I smile, signaling Maxwell to let him go.

“We could have easily avoided all this but the fact that you threatened my kid. . .cazzo! I hurt you too much didn’t I? I’m so sorry pretty boy Mark.” I giggle. “Now, I have to go and present my wife her little gift like the wonderful husband I am and I bet she’d jump into my arms and shower me with kisses.”

I get off my seat with a chuckle. “I was just trying to be petty, Mark. Sorry if I took it too far. My friends will take care of you, sí? Please be a good boy, I’d really hate to come down here myself.”

Nodding my head towards the boys, I turn on my heels with a victorious smile as I head back inside.

Except, I’m about to punish Mirabella for being so careless with my children.

*

“Fuck! Matteo! How the fuck did you get into my bathroom?”

My eyes darken at the sight of erect nipple poking through her silk nightdress. “And here I was thinking that you’ve become very aware of your surroundings.” I mumble as I motion towards her. She mirrors my action by taking a step back with each step I take forward until she’s trapped between the wall and my body.

“Matteo what are—”

“Shut up.” I growl. “Look over there Mirabella.” I whisper, pointing to the left and the moment her head whips towards the left, I encircle my leather belt around her neck, tightening it enough to apply the needed pressure.

“Matt—”

“Shut up.” I push my front into her, groaning at the melodious sound that elicits her lips. “Tell me Mirabella, tell me that you consent to this. Say yes.”

She breathes out a, “no.” And I tighten the belt around her neck with a growl like moan. “Wrong answer. Try again.”

“Matteo,” she whispers, her tone coming out torn and I push my front into her one more time, gaining a subtle gasp from her.

“Don’t fight it, baby. Just say yes.”

She looks up at me, holding eye contact for what seems like forever before murmuring, “yes.”

“Good. Get on your knees.” I let out a smirky scoff at how she drops down on her knees without any form of rebellion. “I’m going to walk into the room, Mirabella, and you’ll crawl behind me like a good fucking girl. If I sense any form of hesitancy or rebellion from you, I’ll have no other choice than to pull on your leash and I’ll make sure to pull so hard that it leaves a disgusting mark around your beautiful neck. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She grits out and I chuckle. “Yes?” I look down at her and she gulps before shutting her eyes and muttering. “Yes sir.”

“Good fucking girl. Now crawl.”

Getting Mirabella to crawl was the hardest thing in the world but not to worry, I easily tamed her. When she would refuse to move, I’d pull so painfully hard on the belt around her neck until she was begging.

We continued that way until her pride was out the window and by the time she relaxed into the act, I made her crawl around her extremely spacious master bedroom whilst spanking her ass at intervals.

Way to punish her for being so careless with my children.

Now, she’s kneeling by my feet, staring up at me with pleading eyes whilst exhaling shallow breaths through her mouth.

“Do you know why I’m punishing you in this manner?” I rasp as I pull my pants down to the knee level, releasing my very hard cock. Mirabella gasps, her eyes glinting with excitement as her teeth sinks into her bottom lip.

“No sir.”

Groaning, I wrap my fist around my cock and begin pumping hard and fast with my thumb spreading my pre-cum around my tip whilst excitement dances in my wife’s eyes as she looks up at me with so much desperation.

“Wipe that stupid look off your face, Mirabella. This isn’t something that I want you to derive pleasure from.” I groan, tugging at her leash with my head thrown back and my hand pumping me faster. “I want you to feel dirty and used up by the time I’m done with you because you’ve proven to be the shittiest mother in the world.”

I look down at her through hooded eyes and the excitement in her eyes are immediately replaced with a fiery rage.

She attempts getting up. “Matteo what the fuck—”

“Shut up and stay the fuck down before I put a bullet in between your eyes for being such a careless mother!” I growl, forcing her down with one hard tug at her leash. Tears stream down her face.

“How the fuck do you tolerate a man who threatens your kids into silence after abusing them?!” I groan, shutting my eyes as I near my release.

“Mat—”

“Shut up.” I hiss and she gulps down as more tears spew from her eyes. “Not only did you let that man get away with threatening your children, but you tolerate his infidelity? All for what Mirabella? Money? A few properties?”

She whispers. “It’s not like that.”

“You. Do. Not. Deserve. To. Be. A. Mother.” I grunt through each word as I shoot my cum rope after rope all over her face and chest.

Minutes pass and I finally stable my breath. I look down at my wife and my eyes connect her teary ones. She’s aggravated, disgusted, enraged and ashamed. I immediately realize my mistake when she chokes out a sob.

Fuck!

I fucked it up.

I took it too far.

Shit.

“Mirabella, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I murmur with regret laced in my tone of voice.

“Get your stupid belt off my neck and get the fuck out of my room!” She yells as she gets up on her feet whilst roughly yanking the belt off her neck. A sob breaks through her and she frantically runs into the bathroom with me following behind, chanting words of apology.

Her lips tremble. “I’m not a bad mother! I love my children and I’ve done everything in my power to protect them! I slip up this one time and you call me a bad mother when you don’t even know half of what I went through with those kids!” She sobs, scrubbing my cum off her face and chest.

She discards her nightdress, immediately throwing on a clean one whilst continuing to scream at me to leave her room but I’m unyielding.

My lips part and as I go to speak, the door is pushed open, Mariana and Mariano running in with their tiny giggles resonating, causing me to look down in shame.

“Hello, signor Matteo.” Mariano waves at me and I wave back with a smile.

“Can we sleep here mamá?” Mariana pleads and Mirabella quickly nods her head, opening up the covers and patting the bed. “Hop in guys!” She declares and they both jump on top the bed whilst giggling. I take that as my cue to leave but as I twist the door knob, Mariana’s voice stops me in my tracks.

“You can also join us, Matteo. Mamá says it’s okay.” I whip my head around to face Mirabella and she nods at me, prompting a ghostly smile to appear on my lips.

We all snuggle up in bed and I heave out a sigh of relief, seeing that I’m making progress with my family.

With a smile, I murmur. “Goodnight kids. Goodnight baby.”

It really is a good night.