Ruthless Mafia 32

Zorah slapped his hands away and rose from the bed walking away from his stunned expression and closing herself into
the bathroom. She turned the taps on as cold as she could stand it, letting it run over her wrists before she splashed it
onto her face, wishing it would wake her from this nightmare.
He’d shot a woman. His own family were jealous of the amount of women he bedded to the point they pretended to be
him. There was always going to be reminders of his sexual exploits. While she’d been kneeling in a church her entire life,
praying for a good and decent man to find her and love her and only her, Icaro was putting other women on their knees
for his own pleasure.
He purported to have been aware she was his since she was a baby simply from looking into his eyes and yet he couldn’t
have kept it in his pants. She’d fooled herself today thinking she could deal with this situation by being cool and taking
what she wanted from him, but her thoughts were a jumbled mess.
Her entire life she’d never felt good enough and perhaps she wasn’t, but she’d tried. She’d tried so hard and for what?
Collapsing to her knees in the bathroom, she let a sob bubble from her chest as the events of the last hour took their toll.
Blood, screaming, crying, men defecating their pants all took place and yet for the mafia Don and his son it all seemed
like another Saturday night. Only she’d been perturbed by the violence.
She wanted to run away but there wasn’t anywhere to go. Sidonia was now part of this family, and her husband would
never let her leave either. She was well and truly alone, trapped in a relationship she never wanted by cruel misogynistic
men who thought simply because they declared her “the one” she was meant to be a possession.
Tears which couldn’t seem to stop falling clogged her throat and she lay on her side on the cool tile letting the anguish
wrack her body. Trying to pretend she was okay with a marriage to a man she didn’t know, letting him touch her
intimately simply because he put a ring on her finger when he was nothing more than a philandering pig was too hard
for her to do.
The grief she hadn’t allowed herself to dwell in over the past seven days was ramped up in her heart and she craved the
comfort of what she’d never have. Her entire life, Zorah prided herself on being strong enough to withstand the cruelest
of punishments, the harshest of critiques and the darkest of painful nights. Tonight though, she felt weak. She’d caved
into her body’s desire to be wanted and for what?
Icaro admitted he would never have killed Sidonia, and she wasn’t likely to be murdered either. Could she have lived with
the guilt of her family being murdered? It was unlikely but she she’d convinced herself since she too would be dead it wouldn’t have been an issue.
Perhaps being dead would have been better. She should have begged for the bullet instead and simply died.
Her thoughts ran back to the woman upstairs, lying unresponsive on the floor. Did they get her help? Was she still alive?
What happened to the guest services manager, the brother of the shooting victim who’d soiled his pants out of sheer
terror of Icaro? Was he still alive?
The questions were rolling through her mind at a breakneck pace with misery and a longing for peace battering her soul.
Desperately caught up in her sadness, she failed to hear Icaro’s commands to open the door as she sobbed wildly onto
the cold floor, questioning why she simply didn’t die.
The splintering sounds of the door being kicked in barely registered in her brain and the angry hiss of Icaro standing over
her, outstretched to turn the taps off she’d forgotten to in her misery.
Confused she looked at him as he paced around the bathroom looking into the waste bin and under her and then
checked her arms and wrists.
“What are you doing?”
“Did you harm yourself?”
“What?”
“You were in here wailing about wanting to die, Zorah. Did you try to,” he barely got the word out, “kill yourself? Did you
take any medications while you’ve been in here?”
“Where the hell would I have hidden medications, Icaro?” her eyes felt swollen shut from all her tears as she waved over
her nearly nude form. “If I was going to kill myself, I’d use the stupid gun you have, not pills.” She pushed him away as he
lifted her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. “Let me go!” she screamed at him.
He gently settled her onto the bed and tugged the blankets up to her shoulder. “You are distraught. You need to calm
down.”
“Calm down? Can you name a single woman you’ve ever told to calm down who actually calmed down?” she yelled as
she tried to kick the blankets off. “I hate you. I hate this. I want to go home. I want to go back to my apartment and away
from you and I wish I’d never met you!”
“Tough,” he said brusquely, his hands holding her shoulders secure to the bed while she thrashed wildly. “You are my wife
and moving forward you will stop this horrible display of temper.”
“Or what? What will you do? Shoot me too? Do it!” her voice was shrill. The high-pitch tone made her own ears ring, and
her throat took on a coppery taste as she bellowed at him to simply end her life now and save her decades of misery with
a murderous asshole for a husband.
It was the asshole comment which seemed to startle him, given how little she usually cursed, and it resulted in him
slapping her face.
Blinking up at him with stunned eyes, she held her hand to her face. “You hit me.”
“You are hysterical.” He didn’t look away from her accusation. “You’re behaving like a wildcat, and you are going to hurt
yourself. Settle the fuck down.”
She was wide eyed as she clutched the coverlet to her body when a knock at the door interrupted them. Recognizing
Vodingo’s brother at the door, she was not comforted by the grim expression on his face.
“You sure you want to do this?”
Zorah was stunned as she watched Amauri pass a syringe to Icaro and her husband stalk towards her. Again, she began
thrashing and wailing, uncaring they probably could hear her in the lobby of the hotel. Amauri grasped her legs through
the bedding at Icaro’s command and then Icaro pinned her to