Page 6 of My Sweet Addiction
“Valentina, what the fuck are you doing here, and where are your clothes?”
“I’m here for you, Luca, I want to fix our marriage. You can’t divorce me.”
“It’s too late and there’s nothing you can say that’s going to change my mind. I’ve moved on and found someone else. This nightmare of a marriage was over a long time ago. Get your ass dressed and get out of my house. I’m expecting company, and I don’t want you here when she arrives.”
“You moved on with who? The little whore who stopped by to see you?”
Fear causes me to break out in a sweat. “Who stopped by?” I’ve never been afraid of anything before but I’m afraid of losing Sophia.
“A pretty girl, but she definitely can’t handle you in the bedroom, darling. You need a real woman. I know you like it rough. You’d break that tiny girl in half.” The bitch actually cackles like a fucking psycho.
“Valentina, what did you do?” I can’t help but roll my eyes at her theatrics. This isn’t unusual for Tina. She’s always looking for ways to fuck with my life and she’s always a fucking bitch.
“I just let the little girl know who I was.” She smirks. “She wasn’t too happy to hear you had a wife. In fact, she ran away crying like the little man-stealing cunt that she is.”
Fuck my life. Sophia doesn’t know the situation or that Valentina and I have never had an actual marriage. Unable to control myself, I reach out and grab my wife’s throat and shove her against the wall. Holding her throat tight enough that her face starts to turn bright red, I struggle not to kill this vicious bitch. All I see is red and I have to work hard to get my rage under control.
“Valentina, get the fuck out and don’t ever speak of Sophia like that again. She’s more of a woman than you will ever be. If I see you before the divorce, I’m going to fucking kill you,” I growl.
Real fear shines in her eyes as she tries to pry my hands off her throat so she can get some air. I’ve never gotten physical with her or any other woman before, but I wholeheartedly hate this cunt. She’s controlled and ruined my life for the last few years, and I won’t allow her to ruin my future. I know Sophia is it for me. Until I get her back, I won’t stop trying to prove that she’s mine.
Dropping the bitch, she tries to catch her breath while clutching her throat as water streams down her cheeks, causing her mascara to run in black streaks down her face. I don’t feel the least bit guilty; she messed with something that didn’t belong to her.
* * *
For the next few weeks, I aimlessly search the city for Sophia, not knowing where to start. Knowing that I’ll never stop looking for her doesn’t help the pain I feel in my chest when I think about how she’s been hurt by my bullshit. I knew I had to keep Valentina away from her until I could explain, and I didn’t expect her to be inside my apartment when I got home. Apparently, she bribed the doorman downstairs, and I’ve since fired him. None of that fixes my problem though. I can’t stop thinking about Sophia and holding her in my arms again. I don’t want her, I need her. This has become an obsession that I can’t control.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
MACI
One month later…
I stand in the bathroom, nervously watching the clock on my cell. The test takes three minutes, but it’s the longest three minutes of my life. Already knowing what the test is going to say doesn’t calm my nerves at all. I’ve been tired, my period is late, my breasts are tender, and I’ve started feeling nauseous when I wake up in the morning. Still holding onto hope that I’m wrong and my body is just stressed, I can’t get the picture of Luca out of my head.
A knock on the door startles me out of my daydream. “Maci, hon, are you okay? Come out so we can look at the test together, sweetie. I’m here.”
Misty has been a great friend; she let me cry on her shoulder for the first few days after meeting Luca’s wife. My heart is shattered, and I will never trust another man again.
I unlock the door and walk out. “I can’t look. What am I going to do if this test is positive, Misty?”
“You know Luca has been asking everyone where you are. He even threatened me if I didn’t give him your address. Why don’t you talk to him? He should at least help take care of the baby financially.”
“Misty, I can’t tell a married man I’m pregnant with his child. He’s got a wife, a wife who loves him, and I refuse to put this on the poor woman, on top of everything else. Besides, he probably won’t want anything to do with me or our child.”
I jump at the timer going off. Standing in front of the bathroom door, I’m afraid to look at the test. Thankfully, Misty walks in and grabs the test from the bathroom sink, taking the decision out of my hands.
“Honey, you’re pregnant. The test is positive.” Misty looks uncertain if she should congratulate me or cry for me. She knows this isn’t a joyous occasion. There won’t be a happy ever after for me or my child.
My heart shatters all over again and a single tear rolls down my cheek. I’ve made a huge mistake. If Luca is looking for me now, I can’t imagine how he’ll act when he finds out that I’m carrying his child. On top of that, I’ve heard word around the city that he’s now on the Mafia’s payroll. He will probably kill me if he finds out that I’m pregnant, and I can’t allow harm to come to my child. The only other option is that he might want to keep me as his filthy mistress. The mere thought of being the other woman makes me sick and covers me in a cloud of shame.
This makes my decision to leave town so much easier. As I hold my arm across my belly to cradle my unborn baby, I mentally make plans on how to pack and move for our fresh start. We are getting as far away from this baby’s father as we can go on the cash I have saved up. He’ll never have to know that I’ve taken a piece of him with me.
CHAPTER TWELVE
LUCA
Four months later…
