Page 13 of Death Of A Sinner

“I think we can make that other thing on your mind happen now.” Ellie smiles as she slides off my lap. Her fingers grab my belt buckle, undoing it before she moves on to my button and zipper. Then her hand reaches into my pants and frees my cock.

“Fuck. Yes, let’s make that happen.” My fist wraps around her ponytail as she lowers her head, her lips closing around my cock.Fuck me.“So good. Your mouth feels so fucking good,” I groan as she takes me all the way in before humming around my shaft.

I let her set the pace. As much as I want to take control, fuck the shit out of her hot little mouth, I don’t. I know she gets off on doing this, and I want her pussy dripping fucking wet. Because as soon as she’s finished, I’m going to fuck her into next Sunday.

ChapterTen

The past

My heart pounds in my chest. Can I do this? Can I really leave? What if he finds out? I’ll either end up dead or something far worse. Something I can’t imagine. Can I risk that? Who will the boys have if they don’t have me?

Without their mother, they won’t have anyone who loves them. But if I can do it, if I can get out, get them away from him, then we will all be better off.

He’s getting worse. I didn’t think it was possible. I thought I’d seen the height of my husband’s cruelty. Until I watched him shoot a maid yesterday. Point blank. Why? She didn’t fold the corners on the bedsheets the way he wanted them.

I tried to reason with Giovanni. He wasn’t having it. It’s as if he’s not even there half the time, like the man I fell in love with has died and his body has been taken over by the devil. I’ve tried to pinpoint the moment, the event that changed him. I mistakenly thought if I could uncover what it was that set him down this dark path, then I could fix it. Fix him.

I’ve never been able to really find it, though. The cause or the cure. Which leads me to this moment. My hands are sweaty. He’s out of town for two days. I’ve been instructed not to leave the house. His men have been instructed not to let me.

Except there’s one. Henry. He’s kind to me. He said he’d help me leave. I don’t know why he’s willing to risk his neck to help me. But I have to try to get my boys out of this house. I have to do it. I can’t let him destroy us any more than he already has.

It’s the middle of the night. Everything is quiet. This is my moment. Henry said to wait until two in the morning. He said he’d have a car out front. It’s ten to two now. Taking a deep breath, I bend down and pick up Vin from his crib before tiptoeing into the next room. Where I gently try to shake my eldest son awake.

“Gio, wake up,” I whisper.

“Mum?” His voice is groggy.

“I need you to get up. We’re going for a little drive. Can you get Marcel? I’ll grab Santo and Gabrielle. But we have to be real quiet, okay, baby?” I tell him. I see the confusion in his eyes. But he’s a good kid. He doesn’t question me, just nods his head and pushes the blankets aside.

“Okay. I’ll get Marcel,” Gio says.

I walk into Gabrielle’s room, and then Santo’s. With all five boys, I make a game out of slowly creeping down the stairs. We step into the foyer and then my heart drops. This isn’t happening. He’s supposed to be away. He’s not meant to be here.

“Going somewhere?” Giovanni asks from where he’s standing by the door. Blocking it.

Our eldest son moves in front of me until I grab hold of him and push him back. “Take your brothers upstairs and go to bed,” I say while passing him Vin.

“No, I don’t want to leave you.” Gio shakes his head.

“Please, just go upstairs. I’ll be okay,” I tell him.

My son looks from me to his father before he walks up the stairs. His brothers follow him.

I brace myself as I turn back to face my husband. “Did something happen? You’re home early.”

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he dips his chin towards someone behind me, and I’m grabbed by my arms. “Take her to my office. Lock the door,” he orders the men now standing on each side of me.

“Giovanni, no, please don’t! I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!” My pleas land on deaf ears. He’s not listening.

I’m dragged down the hall and then shoved into the room and onto the ground. When I peer up, all I see is disgust. I’ve never done anything to my husband’s men. I’ve never done anything to anyone. So why are they being so cruel?

I didn’t ask for this life. I didn’twantthis life.

The door slams shut and then I hear the sound of the lock engaging.Shit. I need to get out of here.

I jump to my feet and run over to the window. Just as I’m trying to lift the glass, I see two more men standing on the other side.

I’m trapped in here. I’ve been trapped in this house for years. But now I’m really trapped. What’s he going to do with me? How many bones will be broken?

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