Page 20 of Moretti Captive
“Oh, my fiancé. He asked me earlier tonight.” I shake my head like I’m confused. “But what is going on? Why am I here?”
She grins at me. “You’re here because you think you can take what belongs to me.”
I blink. “I haven’t taken anything from you.”
My head whips to the side when she slaps me. My cheek burns with the pain.
“Vincenzo! He’s not thinking clearly, obviously. He’s mine and always has been.”
Fire burns in my stomach, and I realize that I’m jealous that this woman would even think she could have Vin. I work my jaw to make sure she didn’t break anything and look up at her.
“He’s not yours. You barely dated long enough to get knocked up. He doesn’t want you… He wants me.” I know the hit is coming before she even pulls back her fist.
The pain in my stomach isn’t too bad. My dad hit worse than that when he was too drunk to stand. “Maybe if you would have been more adventurous, he would have stuck around. You know Vin loves watching me fuck his brother. Maybe you should have tried that?”
This time, I don’t even see her pull her hand back when her hand cracks across my other cheek.
“That’s the father of my child you’re talking about with your whore mouth!” she seethes.
I spit the blood in my mouth out onto the floor. My teeth cut into the inside of my cheek with that hit.
“It’s fine. He’ll be the father to my children too. We’re planning to give Ava lots of siblings.”
Maybe that was too far, though I want to keep her mad enough that she doesn’t think about the sharp objects waiting there for her to use on me. I have to live long enough to see them again because even if I don’t want to admit it to myself, I’ve developed feelings for them. When she hits me again, she doesn’t stop; hit upon hit rains down on me.
“How dare you say such a thing?! I’m the only woman that will ever give Vincenzo children!”
This time, when she hits me in the face, it’s with a closed fist. She puts some weight into it too because the whole chair tilts, and I fall over onto my side. The ropes on my left arm get loose, but I don’t pull at it. I’m not strong enough to fight against the guy she has with her. It’s not worth it unless I’m in danger of death.
“He would never marry someone like you. You must be lying!” she screeches.
I grunt, spitting more blood out of my mouth. “Then how do I know about his great-grandma’s ring? He promised to give it to me once he got out of the hospital.”
I took a total shot in the dark. But come on, a mafia family has got to have some serious family heirlooms.
She gasps in shock. “That ring is supposed to be passed down to Ava! How dare he promise something so valuable to a nobody like you?!”
Oh shit. There’s actually a ring. I’m pretty good at getting my ass kicked. My dad was right about that at least.
“He just loves me more than he ever loved you. I’ve known him for, what, a month, and he already asked me to marry him. You’ve known him for more than eighteen years, and he’s never even considered marrying you.”
“You’re a liar!” she screams, then kicks me right in the stomach.
The man in the room clears his throat. “Actually, I heard the nurses talking in the hospital. They kept referring to her as Mr. Moretti’s fiancée. So, I think she’s telling the truth.”
Thank you, mystery man. Never would have guessed that telling that nurse I was Vin’s fiancée would have prolonged my life. Two more kicks to the stomach have Ivy breathing hard from exertion.
“You’re nothing. You mean nothing!” she screams down at me.
I see movement at the edge of the room. It’s just a short glance, but I look up at Ivy and start to laugh. I laugh and laugh until my lungs hurt, which doesn’t take that long after being kicked in the chest and stomach multiple times.
“You can do whatever you want to me. I’ll die happy knowing that he’ll come for you. When he finds out what you’ve done, you’ll never be able to run far enough to get away from him.”
She seems to remember the tools then because she stomps away from me, and I can hear the clank of metal. Then she’s back in front of me with a scalpel in her hand. She points it at me.
“We’ll see how much he can love you after I fuck up your face.”
Before she can get to me, there’s a gunshot. There’s no silencer this time, and I can definitely hear the difference. The large man falls to the ground and doesn’t move to get back up. Ivy’s eyes widen. Then she drops to her knees and holds the scalpel over my right eye.
