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āIs something wrong?ā he asks as he comes to a stop.
āI would just prefer if we keep this less friendly. Victor wouldnāt be happy.ā
āIām surprised you care. Unless youāre just worried about being killed by him, then Iād understand. Heās a ruthless son of a bitch. He keeps you trapped while out banging his mistress every week. Itās where heās going on ābusinessā today. He always goes to see her and their two daughters.ā
āWhat?ā I gasp, nearly choking on my own shock.
āIām just saying. It makes no sense that he brought you here and married you when he has a ready-made family.ā He shrugs like this is no big deal and that Iām already aware of Victorās betrayal.
He barely finishes parking when I get out of the car before he can stop me. I donāt want to hear more right now and sadly, I donāt want to believe him because my heart canāt handle the betrayal. Itās silly because Iām just another possession to Victor, but I still hurt.
Taking a deep breath, a plan comes to my mind. I am going to spend Victorās money like itās going out of style, and then Iām going to resell the shit and get a ticket out of my own personal hell.
āAre you okay, Dove?ā
āIām fine. Iām here to shop. Please, no more talk of my fake-ass husband.ā He follows behind meāa little too close for comfort per Victorās request, but my chest is too busy breaking. We go from store to store, most staring at me in wonder especially when we pay. I might have stolen Victorās card, but he stole my heart and then broke it. If heās going to treat me like a whore, Iām collecting on the tab.
11
Victor
Three weeks, and things arenāt getting better. If anything, theyāve gotten a shitload worse. Dove has only let me into her body. Her heart remains unavailable to me. Itās as if sheās hardened it so hard that I may never get her to love me. Perhaps I havenāt given her a reason.
āDid you pick up the gift like I asked?ā I inquire, knowing itās pointless because he wouldnāt forget. Heās not the one with his head up his ass. Iām the one with a wife who takes up every thought in my head, causing me to be careless. I should have handled the little attacks by Julioās men. Iām starting to prove Iām my fatherās son with the way Iām letting the business slip. Although, it doesnāt help that I have no proof it was his men starting this shit.
āOf course I did. Itās wrapped and labeled for the little man. Itās in the back.ā
āGracias. Itās not like Iāve had time to go, and I sure as hell didnāt want Dove to see the present and ask questions.ā
āDo you think itās wise to keep this from her like a dirty little secret?ā he questions. Itās just the two of us because Marcelinoās preparing the helicopter and Julianās got a stomach virus.
āItās for the best. If she knew the truth about my family, sheād believe I was like my father and find another way to escape.ā I need to get both areas of my life under control. Itās time to take Julio by the balls and tear his budding empire to the ground.
I hate leaving Dove, and I loathe leaving someone else to watch over her while I work, but these things must be done. With the constant issues at the winery, vineyard, and the new property in Calabria, Iāve had so much on my plate that Iāve had little to no time to convince her that she should stay. Something feels wrong today. Itās not just her anger. My gut is telling me that I shouldnāt leave her there alone, but she doesnāt want my mother to come over. Sheās pissed because I refuse to replace the tablet. I have, but itās locked up in my drawer. I want to give it to her, but thereās a lack of trust that canāt be worked out until we have time.
Soon Iāll take her out, but I worry that sheāll resent my lifestyle. She doesnāt know about my siblings or the war Iām going through with one of them. Iād hate for her to believe Iām just like my father. Thereās still so much to prove to her. If only we had more time together and I spent it with my dick in my pants and my hands and mouth to myself, but she turns me into an animal. I always have to have her.
Weāre taking a helicopter out to visit my half sister and her little one for his birthday. I made a promise that I would, plus Iām supposed to pick up a special item I had her make for Dove. Her husband worked for me, but he died last year in an accident at one of the vineyards. Heād been drinking too much and fell off the side of a cliff driving home. It was devastating to my sister because he hadnāt been alone. He was with his mistress, embarrassing her one more time.
āThe copter will be ready to take off in ten minutes,ā Marcelino says. I nod and return to thoughts about my wife. She hates me, even if her body disagrees. Her body sings with rapture as I fill her with my seed, but there is no love. I live for her and donāt know how to change her heart. She canāt forgive me for the past, and maybe I canāt forgive myself.
Fernando takes the present and a bottle of wine as a gift to our hostess and then we board the helicopter. I wonder if Dove has ever been on one. Will she be too afraid to go on one? Damn, Iām fucking obsessed with her. Itās only a twenty-minute flight, but
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