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from my hands and I slowly bring my gaze up to his as he scrolls through his phone menu to see the last received call. I'm trembling inside. I know I made a huge, huge mistake.
    I bolt up from the couch as his eyes go wide and he lunges for me, throwing the phone to the ground, but I'm not quick enough. He falls onto the couch and I scramble down out of his grasp but he grabs me at my ankles and hauls me back underneath him, flipping me over by the shoulders and pinning me down hard.
    "You fucking bitch!" he spits the words in my face, and I struggle against him, pushing on his shoulders. But he's too damn strong.
    He quickly maneuvers all of his weight on top of me, his knees sunken into the couch on either side of my hips, ankles hooked over my thighs, holding my legs still. I feel his fingers digging into my upper arms as he pushes all of his weight down into me. I know he's bruising my flesh to the bone.
    I yelp when he shakes me, fingers digging harder into my arms. "I can't fucking believe you would do some shit like that! What the fuck were you thinking? You think it's ok to just do whatever the fuck you want? Huh!? Fucking answer me!!"
    His icy blue eyes are wild and maniacal, brow furrowed and teeth clenched. His face is red with anger and exertion from holding me down, but I finally give in, laying limp under him. I want to cry, just to make him feel like a real asshole, but I can't even muster up any tears because I know what I did was beyond fucked up. I crossed the line.
    "Holy fucking God I can't believe you!" He tears up off of the couch, pulling me up just a little by my arms and slamming me back down into the cushions just for good measure. He hovers back over my body, raises a hand overhead and I wince and turn my head, waiting for the blow. This time I think he's actually going to hit me and I almost think I deserve it. But I just wait, and nothing.
    He growls and turns abruptly to the wall, punching straight through it with his fist, making a clean deep hole and I jump at the thudding sound of the strike.
    Silence.
    He's frozen, one hand stuck inside beneath the thick drywall, chest heaving in frustration and rage. I'm scared to move. He slides his other hand up the wall, palm flat and fingers spread wide, and I jump again when he slaps against it, grunting low in his chest.
    His shoulders finally relax and his head falls forward, his forehead resting gently against the wall, his back still expanding and falling with his heavy breaths.
    I slowly pull myself from the couch and approach him silently from behind, reaching out a hand cautiously and running it across his lower back and around to hold him at his waist. My other hand creeps slowly up his side and over his shoulder, down his tattooed arm to gently help ease his hand out of the wall, his fist still clenched, blood on his swollen knuckles.
    I press a kiss to the nape of his neck and rest my cheek there, his skin still warm and flushed with rage. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry," I whisper the words and I feel him nod under my cheek, but in an instant he whirls around, grabbing my face and pushing my back hard against the wall where he had just been standing.
    I wince as he grips my cheeks, shooting pain up into my skull as his fingertips align with the bruises Tony had given me from squeezing my face in the same fashion just last night, the pressure of his hand deepening and darkening the purple that I know will eventually surface.
    His jaw is tight and his nostrils flare slightly with his breaths as the heel of his hand rests against my throat applying the slightest pressure. My breath hitches in my throat, but his eyes are soft now. I know he's no longer raging.
    "If you ever...fucking ever...pull some shit like that again...I'll fucking kill you. Don't fuck around with me, not when it comes to my family. You're my girl, and I would never hurt you, but I swear to fucking God above I'll kill your ass," he whispers tight in his throat, and I nod the best I