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Taking each day like a bitch. It's been over four months since I've been stuck with Vincent. Haven't seen my child in four months, I'm just in fucking hell in total. All hell. Following order, doing my best to not kill at least one of his people each day. I'm a puppet at this point to Vincent. Sickening, I had to... sleep with him. I imagined it to be Massimo, yet it doesn't help much because he wants me to have a stare off with him. I'm okay with doing that with Massimo. It was a cringe with him. At times I would laugh out of nowhere, that didn't make Vincent happy. All Vincent wants is for me to carry a child of his. Just over two months, I'm pregnant with his child. Clearly shots aren't fucking helpful at all. Now I'm pregnant with someone else's kid.
Today, today is the day they are all going to pay. Today is the time I get to leave this hell. The whole Malvinas family had to kiss ass and show Vincent their loyalty. The shit we all had to go through, is all going to be worth it when they're all dead. We all will walk on the blood that comes out of their body. When I'm free from everyone I'd cry, something I don't like. I miss my son, my husband, and my best friend. I miss my life. Everyone in that matter. Massimo hasn't been so close to even finding me. The whole time we've been living in Venice. Malsańdez would be over five months and three weeks.
My time here has been very long, I really don't want my kid to think I left him – I don't want him to forget me either. Massimo ass better be doing a damn good job at taking care of our kid. I'm married to this asshole too, not legally but in his eyes and Vincent's men's eyes. Vincent is in love with me, this boy would do anything to keep me for him only. I had to earn this asshole's trust. It didn't take that long. All I had to do was convince him I was a dumbass for staying with Massimo. And our – Vincent and myself, our love is eternal. "Are you ready, love?" Asked Vincent. He stood beside me, his arm wrapped around my waist.
Stopping myself from killing him, "yes, my love. Let's get this over with so we can be forever together, my king." Cringe ran through my body. Marcus almost laughed at the words I said. Standing next to him was nothing compared to Massimo and I. Vincent was a five ten type of guy. Six men, Marcus, Vincent, and myself are in a conference room where I'm about to see my husband who I'm in love with, see me like this. I'm disgusted with myself.
"Vincent, where the fuck is my wife you sick fuck?" Massimo was very quick with his words when the call was answered. Taking a seat next to Vincent, a smirk was intact. "You mean my wife, Massimo. Hate to break it to you, I'm married to Marzila and," he leaned forwards, his elbows touching his thighs. "We're having a baby. Such a shame you won't be alive to see us have more kids. Now, all you have to do is give up that little power of yours. Maybe I'll ease your death by a little." Leans his body back, "sounds fair to me. Don't you think, my love?" Asking, looking over at me.
