?Chapter Twenty Nine
?Axel
Iguess threateningto put a baby in her belly was a moot point as I lean against the door staring down at the stick in my hand. The pink plus sign staring up at me as she paces in my room. She’s nervous and mumbling about how she swore she’d never have kids, and some mentions of putting my dick on a poker and cooking it at the next family outing. Which, isn’t something we do, so I’m not sure where she got that idea.
I’ve been fucking her raw for weeks now, hoping that she’d get pregnant, the ultimate marking of my territory. I know I wanted this, but seeing the reality of it is far different than imagining it while I pump my cock into her.
“Are you sure?” I ask her, turning to see a pissed off Cordelia. Her brows are furrowed, scrunching her nose and lips with her arms crossed over her chest.
“I will pluck your eyes out.” She snarls.
“I’m only asking because these can’t always be trusted.”
“My grandfather had me tested.” I snarl, “The paper said I was. I’ve peed on three of those, that was the last one.” She shakes her head and starts pacing again, flipping me off as she does.
I listen to her mumbling, watching her walk around my room. “I kill men, for fun. Boil their body parts, for fun. I fuck, for fun. I strip, or well did, for fun. I enjoy fun, how can I have my kind of fun now? Stupid dicktasticly dickity delicious thick ass dick.” She goes on to call me a string of colorful names and threatens to remove my dick and eyes a few more times and then stops moving and drops to her knees on the floor.
My body moves faster than I can think as I bend down to lift her chin so she looks at me. “Pull yourself together.” I say, which sounds way fucking ruder than I mean it to be, but I’m not really a nice guy, so what exactly am I supposed to say in this moment.
“Go fuck yourself. You’ve ruined my life.” She slaps my hand away.
“Ruined your life?” I ask, kneeling down as I grab her jaw. “That’s my child in there, too.”
“You did this. I told you I wasn’t on birth control.” She punches me in the chest and then keeps hitting me. “I can’t be a mom, what kind of serial killer raises children?” Then her eyes widen as she looks at me, because I was raised by a serial killing mob family. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“Our child will be loved, and it will never want for anything.” I pull her up to her feet. “Whether you’re ready or not, the baby is coming.”
“We can’t have a child, Axel. I have a life to get back to. I’ve let you control enough of it, it’s time for you to back the fuck off.”
Does she seriously think I’m just going to let my wife and child go back to her house so she can strip at night and leave my child with whoever she finds to watch it that night? She’s out of her fucking mind.
Pulling her to the dresser, I open the box on top of it and remind her who the fuck she is. “Cordelia Mazitti.” I point to her name on the certificate. “You are my wife, and you’re staying here with me. If I have to lock you in this room, I will. But you and my child are not going anywhere.”
“I hate you so much.” She says, fighting back tears, she’s really not feeling this whole she’s mine thing.
“Cordelia.” Her name tastes like betrayal on my tongue when I realize that I’ve trapped her to me. I’ve done what my father told me not to fall for. She’s been ripped out of her life, forced to stay with me, forced to carry my child now, and all because I wanted her after I saw her on that fucking pole dancing. It was like she was the only person in the world as she moved. I knew right then and there that she’d be mine, whether she wanted it or not.
I do not feel guilt or remorse. It’s not written in my DNA, I’ve watched my fathers with my mother, the domination, the control, but she only allows them to do it because she wants it. Cordelia doesn’t want this? Am I the same kind of monster that she’s fought off her entire life? If the roles were reversed I would have thrown her into a game to watch her die, anyone in my family would have. We don’t take kindly to people forcing our hands.
Fuck. But she’s mine.
Only mine.
No one will ever lay a fucking hand on what’s mine.
How do I make her see that?
“Axel, are you even listening to me?” Cordelia shouts as she slaps me across the face. I rub my cheek and look down at the fired up woman before me, her cheeks flushed and stern eyes are burning through me.
“I wasn’t.”
She lets out a frustrating growl as she stomps off. “I want to see Cara.” She storms out of my room and slams the door shut behind her.
“Wait!” She can’t tell them she’s pregnant, not until I convince her to stay.