Page 20 of Gio's Possession
“Gio, you can’t fucking handcuff me to the bed. What the hell is wrong with you, you psycho?” I am met with the cold resistance of the cuffs.
“Stop struggling, Angel. You are going to hurt yourself, and if you leave red marks on those beautiful wrists, it’s only going to piss me off more.”
This man is literally insane, and yet the fact that he’s so desperate to keep me at his side is causing gushes of wetness between my thighs. I feel tingles in places I didn’t know could tingle. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m getting turned on by being restrained.
Gio kisses me on the cheek. He wraps his body around mine and holds me close to him as his breathing evens out. I’m laying here looking at the ceiling while he holds me tenderly but has me handcuffed to his bed. My mind won’t turn off and is running through the craziness that has happened to me over the last few days. I’m not sure how I got here, and I don’t know where I’m going to end up. I think this man is going to break my heart, and I don’t know if I will survive it.
Gio
As much as I need to work, I need to take the day to get Everly settled. She was upset that she had lost the few possessions that she had. We also need to spend the time together. After waking her up and uncuffing her long enough for her to get dressed for the day, we head out to get the necessities.
She’s pretty quiet the entire drive. We first stop and get her a new cell phone. I pick the latest and best. She, of course, declines it and says she doesn’t need it. Once I convince her to take it, she still says she will only accept the cheapest device they have and only for emergencies. It’s refreshing that a woman isn’t trying to get the most expensive things they can out of me. I’m well aware most of the women I’ve been with previously were only with me for the power my position in the mafia holds and my bank account.
Everly just isn’t that kind of woman. She’s sweet and kind. She’s grateful for what she has, even though it isn’t much.
I purchase the best device money can buy and walk out of the store, leaving an open-mouthed Everly to follow behind me. We hit all the best clothing boutiques in town. Anything that I think she likes, I make sure the sales associate adds to my bill. My sweet girl said she just needs a couple of items from a cheap discount store to get by, but that’s not good enough for my wife.
I make sure I buy her a lot of sexy nighties, panties, and other lingerie items. I plan on destroying them often. We grab toiletries made for women that she likes the scent of.
I take her out of lunch, and, being in a restaurant, I do not make her sit on my lap. I know it embarrassed her when I did it in front of Marcello and my mother, and I never want her to be ashamed of anything that we do together. I watch and make sure that she eats enough to get the nutrients that she needs to be healthy.
My stubborn girl needs love, security, and safety. I want to show her I can and will give that to her. I would give her the world if I could. It’s going to take time to gain her trust, but I’m in this for the long haul. I need to convince Everly that she is my end game.
“Gio, this is too much. You don’t need to spend all of this money on me. I can pay my way.”
“Everly, you are my wife. It’s my job to take care of you, and I’m going to do that to the best of my ability.”
“Why would you do all of this for me, especially when I made you angry yesterday?”
“Because no matter what, you are my wife. I might get angry at you, but that doesn’t mean that I am going to stop taking care of you. We will work through our disagreements. This marriage failing is not an option. People in my world don’t get a divorce. Our marriage will be until death do us part.”
Her eyes are glossy and wet as she holds back tears. I just hope they are good tears and I’m not coming across as her jailor.
“One more stop, and it’s a surprise for my princess!”
As soon as Everly hears the word “princess,” she goes stiff, and her facial expression goes blank. She pales. The dead look that crosses her face is not something I ever want to see again.
“Never call me that again.”
I don’t even know why I used that term of endearment. I normally call her Angel. This still isn’t a normal reaction to me using a different nickname. I only use it because I’ve been trying to pamper her like a princess all day.
“Everly? What’s wrong?”
“Just please don’t call me that again.”
It’s obvious that the word triggers her. I just don’t know why, but I’m definitely going to find out. I am going to get her to trust me and fall in love with me. Then I’m going to hunt down everyone who has ever hurt her and slaughter them. I just have to get her to let me in.
Everly has walls built up so high that it won’t be easy to get her to open up. I won’t stop until I pick up the pieces of my broken angel.
Everly
Ididn’t mean to freak out on Gio over the pet name. Calling me Princess just reminded me of when Oliver attacked me. It took me back to the feel of his hands on my skin and the disgusting smell of his breath on my face.
Gio is insane but nothing like Oliver. Oliver is just mean and nasty. I think Gio actually does things to take care of me. Why? That’s what I’m not sure about.
He’s mentioned that he wants me to tell him who beat me up, and I’ve tried to avoid the topic. I don’t need Gio getting in trouble trying to defend me. That and I don’t want to tell him about the humiliating almost rape. Especially after it was my father who tried to trade me in exchange for a debt he owed. I feel ashamed. Ashamed that someone who is supposed to love me obviously doesn’t. Ashamed that my value is worth so little that he traded it for money.
Gio pulls me into a hug. “I’m sorry, Everly. Are you still okay with the nickname Angel?”
