I woke up to Maximo’s arm across me. After James left, Maximo slammed the door closed and threw me on the bed. He was so mad but didn’t lay a hand on me. Just walked around slamming and breaking things. He even took my wedding ring and threw it, I heard it hit the floor but he wouldn’t let me leave the bed to try and find it.
Eventually he calmed down, took off his clothes, and climbed into bed, making sure to hold on to me as tight as he could, so I couldn’t leave. I think if he had rope he would have tied me to the bed.
“Maximo.” I pushed on him trying to wake him up. “Maximo!” I yelled. He rolled over and grumbled something but released me from his grasp.
I ran into the bathroom. I could still smell the alcohol on him, he must still be drunk. I grabbed my car keys and managed to sneak out of the master suite without waking Maximo.
“Where you going, mamasita?” I looked around until I saw Julio sitting on the lounge sofa with a bottle of bourbon and his pistol. “Trying to escape again?”
“I can’t do this right now, Julio.” I pulled on a pair of sweatpants I had grabbed from the closet before I left my room. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what? Stick to your word, your vows? Not only are you leaving him, but you’re leaving me, the rest of us. He isn’t okay when you are gone. You don’t know what it was like before, when you left the first time and after you were shot.” He was on the verge of tears. I couldn’t believe it. Julio never really showed his feelings, he was a perfect killing machine because of it.
“Julio, my husband’s father tried to have me murdered. I thought killing him would make it better, but I still hurt. I can’t do this right now. I have to go.” I was too busy putting my shoes on to notice Julio had walked over to me.
“You can’t go, Fallon. I won’t let you.” Luckily, he was drunk, but not so drunk that I could escape him. I tried walking past him, but he grabbed me and slammed me against the wall. I felt a sharp pain in my incision.
He must not have noticed how hard he had thrown me against the wall until I fell to the ground, guarding my stomach. I couldn’t catch my breath. I began coughing. I was in so much pain.
The commotion must have woken up Maximo, because he ran into the room with his gun in his hand. “What the fuck?” He said, motioning to me.
“She was trying to leave, boss, so I handled it.” Julio said, burping. Maximo looked at me and noticed I had my car keys and shoes on.
“You were trying to leave me again, mi amore?” He said crouching down to me. “I should have known once your lover boy came back, you’d go running back to him.” And then he spit in my face. I gasped.
“I was just going to go for a drive to clear my head.” I sat up and wiped Maximo’s spit off my face. “I just needed to get out of here. I needed to be able to breathe again.” I was still in pain, I had a grasp on my abdomen, which was throbbing.
I tried to get up but Maximo pushed me back to the floor. “Don’t fucking move.” He ordered, sticking his gun in my face.
I sat up just enough to push the tip of his pistol into my forehead. “Do it. Kill me. I have nothing to live for anyways, plus, you always said after I gave you your son you were going to kill me, so do it. Pull the trigger.” My sincerity scared me. I really didn’t want to live anymore.
Maximo laughed, he laughed hard. This made Julio laugh. Maximo removed his gun and set it on the cabinet by the elevator. “I won’t make it that easy for you, bitch.” He said before grabbing me by my hair and pulling me back into the master suite.
I screamed. Screamed for anyone to stop him. Nobody did. Joe and Monte were standing in the doorframes from their rooms but closed the door and let Maximo continue doing what he was. “Maximo, please, stop. Let me go!” I pleaded. I begged him to stop.
He picked me up and threw me on the bed. “Think you can escape me, mi amore? Think again.” The look in his eyes was terrifying. Any humanity he had was gone. He pulled my pants down and used them to tie my arms together. I was weak, weaker than I had ever been.
He climbed on top of me and laid down. Just laid down on top of me. “Maximo, I can’t breathe. Please, get off me.” My arms were tied behind my back so I couldn’t push him off me.
“Now you know how I feel every time you disobey me.” He was breathing heavily while on top of me. “Why must you always disobey me.” He began kissing my neck.
“Maximo, please, I’m in pain.” He obviously didn’t care because he didn’t move or get off of me. He finally sat up and rolled me onto my stomach. He untied my hands and slapped my ass, hard. I didn’t move, I figured why piss him off even more than he already was, I just needed him to blow off some steam.
That’s when he laughed and told me to go to sleep.