Chapter 27 Rage - Lily
I'm trembling.
Not because it's cold outside.
But because the same bitch I hit on Friday night in the club is crying in my husband's arms.
I might be a teenage bride who knows nothing about the real world, but I do know that women who is not your wife should not act like that around you.
I don't do anything, even though my heart is beating a mile a minute in my chest, and my cheeks are probably as red as a tomato.
Instead, I walk past the ridiculous scene up the stairs of the main entrance.
Fiona is standing there, and I can see in the look she gives me that something is seriously wrong.
"Enlighten me." I tell her as I make my way to the right wing of the house where our living quarters are.
She clears her throat and falls into step behind me. "She came here around six this morning. The boss didn't want to open the door for her, and even Frank tried to confiscate her from the property."
"And she wouldn't go?" I'm surprised at the calmness of my voice while inside I'm seething. I should've finished her on Friday night.
"No, they called Elio, and she sort of calmed down then. She says she's pregnant, I'm so sorry."
Pregnant.
With my husband's baby.
I open my bedroom door, and Fiona follows me into the walk-in closet, staring at me with horror in her eyes as I start pulling Vincent's clothes from the hangers and shelves.
"Lily, what are you doing?" She asks with big eyes.
I don't answer, I calmly pick up whatever I can carry in my arms, and march downstairs, past Padre who seems amused when he sees me and out the front door.
I don't like what I see.
The blonde bitch is clutching Vincent's T-shirt in her hands while he is gripping her forearms.
Those are the same hands that brought me to orgasm not too long ago.
How dare he?
How dare he touch another woman when he probably still smells like me?
"Shit!" I hear Elio say, but I pay him no mind as I stop in front of my husband and his bimbo, and dump the clothes at their feet.
He momentarily looks dumbfounded, then realisation settles into his brown gaze when I reach into his pocket where I know his lighter is, and strike it and start burning one of his fine crisp white shirts.
"You're crazy!" Bimbo shouts, and I find satisfaction in her black eye that I've given her.
Didn't she learn her lesson on Friday night?
I may have no choice but to be here, taking one for the family and all that shit, but nobody is going to make a fool out of me. And calling me crazy is certainly not going to stop me.
"Jesus!" Vincent jumps away from the fire of his clothes burning while taking his hands off his little girlfriend.
"You better make sure to leave the property in five minutes, or I will go get my gun and blow your brains out." I tell her with a sweet smile. "Don't test me, I'm crazy after all."
Of course I don't even have my own gun in Chicago, but she doesn't know that, and I hear her begging Elio to take her to her apartment after I turn around and walk back to the house.
Yes, I'm planning to take more clothes from his closet and set them ablaze, I'm sure everything was a fortune judging by the exclusive Italian brands. Maybe a few pairs of shoes will do the trick too.
Padre nods at me when I pass him again, respect in his eyes that are so similar to Vincent's. Maybe they should've rather chosen the other girl if they were looking for someone who will just roll over and take shit.
That girl will never be me.
Fiona is frantically trying to save Vincent's clothes, folding everything I threw out and putting it back on the shelves.
"Your father is going to be very uoset when he hears what you did!" She exclaims.
"My father sold me, I don't belong to him." I tell her flatly.
My heart rate slows down to a normal pace, setting Vincent's clothes on fire calmed me down a little bit.
I go into my studio, looking at the sketch I was working on last week.
Of course it's of my husband, it's a pencil sketch of his face, a cigarette between his lips. The image is sexy, the look in his eyes hot. I was trying to imitate the look in his eyes the first time we met when he was smoking in the garden and he looked at me like he wanted to eat me.
The asshole.
While I was being sent away to live with nuns for high school, probably to keep my virginity intact, he was fucking everything that opened their legs for him. What if I have some incurable sexually transmitted disease right now? Am I supposed to be the stepmother to his illegitimate children?
I opened my legs too, and not because it was my duty, but because I actually wanted to.
I hear him entering the studio. In fact, I'm so attuned to his movements, I can feel his energy even from across the room.
"Lily."
He says just my name, but I can hear the apology in it. What is he going to say? He didn't tell the girl to come over? There's a reasonable explanation? Or that she's not pregnant?
I was raised to take no nonsense, I was told by my grandmother to be an asset to my husband, to be strong when he is weak, to carry him, help him make decisions.
All of that advice goes out the door when I pick up the sketch, turn around and hurl it at him. He ducks just in time, but I can see the fury blazing in his eyes when he approaches me.
"Don't throw things at me." The warning in his voice is low, seductive almost.
"Don't come near me." I say through gritted teeth, the anger flaring up again. "In fact, go to your bitch who can't seem to stay away from you. Why is that Vincent? Are you still fucking her on the side, making babies when I'm not around!"
I retreat when he ascends upon me, my back glued to the large window that looks out over the front yard.
His nostrils flare as he takes my face in his hand. "I told you I'm not fucking anyone but you."
"Well then you better start fucking yourself then!" I spit out, but then in a move I didn't see coming, he turns me around so quickly that my hands hit the thick glass in front of me, and I yelp.
He kicks my legs open while his muscled body pins me to the window.
"Girls with smart mouths get punished, Lily." His hands come around my dress, and he grabs my breasts roughly. "And girls who burn clothes get punished very, very hard."