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years.”
    “So?”
    He forced my legs apart and I slammed the table with my palm. “Stop. You don't have permission to do this to me, not until you explain yourself.”
    His teeth scraped my back. “You really think I give a fuck?”
    My stomach dropped. “No.”
    “Smartest thing that's come out of your stupid mouth since you walked in here.”
    He grabbed my hair and entered me in one swift motion.
    “How could you help him, Bruno?” My voice cracked with that statement.
    “Just because he's running doesn't mean he's going to win,” Bruno informed me.
    “I don't understand.”
    “ Stupid girl,” he taunted before he grunted and slammed into me again. “I only promised your father that he would run for Mayor. I never promised him the win. I wouldn't do that to you. Trust me, I have something up my sleeve.”
    His hand wrapped around my throat. “And I would have explained that to you had you not come walking in here like you owned the goddamned place. Like you were some form of authority over me .”
    The hand around my throat tightened. “Did you forget who holds all the cards in this relationship, Puttana ?”
    I couldn't answer him because I was too busy gasping for air.
    I didn't regret much in my life but I was definitely regretting the decision to confront him.
    He pulled out of me just as quickly as he entered me. I knew he wasn't finished yet, so I didn't understand what was going on.
    I soon found out when he slammed into me again, so much harder than he ever had before.
    “Fucking bitch,” he sneered. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
    He rammed into me savagely again and I yelped in pain.
    “Apologize, now,” he ordered.
    I'd never apologized to him before, but I would do whatever he wanted to make this pain go away.
    “I'm sorry, Bruno. Mio amore. Please, stop. It hurts so much.”
    He paused and straightened himself.
    I breathed a sigh of relief
    Until he pressed me against the table again and forced himself inside my other entrance.
    I dug my nails into the table and screamed out at the top of my lungs. My previous pain was nothing compared to this .
    I couldn't believe he was violating me this way, especially when he knew everything my father did to me.
    He didn't relent with his brutal thrusts and tears made their way out of my eyes as I felt my heart shatter.
    My tears only made him madder and he pulled my hair harder. “One more tear, Lucianna. Shed one more fucking tear, Bambina. One more tear and I swear, it will be the last one you ever shed. I will kill you. No matter how much it may pain me to do so.”
    Oh, my god.
    It happened.
    For the first time in almost six years, Bruno had threatened my life.
    For the first time since the night I first met him...I was scared of him.
    My eyes dried and I went limp, the fight drained out of my body. The only movements I made were from the tremors washing over me since I couldn't cry.
    He then pulled out and sprayed his release all over my back, similar to how a dog pisses on a fire hydrant.
    “And for the record,” he said, zipping his fly. “You'll never walk out that door until I say you can. You'll never be free of me. Now don't move from the floor until I tell you to.”
    I slumped down to the floor as his men reentered the room.
    They murmured amongst themselves, embarrassed for not only my state of undress but what had obviously transpired.
    Bruno cleared his throat and stood at the head of the table. “Pay no mind to my disrespectful whore, gentlemen. We have a meeting to continue.”
     
    That night he walked into my old bedroom. The one I hadn't returned to since the night I turned 18.
    I rolled over because I couldn't bear to face him.
    I wasn't quite broken yet...but I was certainly cracked.
    Even worse than that? I was officially a prisoner.
    Which was just downright mind-boggling considering how often I used to worry he would get rid of me one day.
    “Look at me,” he ordered.
    “I can't.”
    “Lucianna.” He said