“D-Devious, you feel so good. So good.”
Someone turns the knob, speaking in Greek. I pound into her harder and harder, then about fifteen minutes later, my dick tingles and my balls tighten as I shoot my load all in her warm pussy. As I pull out, she grabs her panties, sliding them on her hips. The door jingles and someone beats on the door again.
I point to the window. “We go out the window.”
She stands on my hand and I push her towards the square shape window, and she disappears, then I jump on the counter, onto the window still, falling on the concrete. Roselyn laughs hysterically. I stand up, dusting off my dress shirt and denim jeans, then I hold out my hand. “Now let’s go to Art Space. I want to show you some artwork and drink wine, then take you back to the hotel and fuck you rough, like a husband’s supposed to.”
Roselyn
MY MIND IS STILL REELING in on what happened last night. After we left the Art Space, we had sex while we were drunk, outside on the balcony, talked about the future, and our plans in the next five years. Never in a million years did I think I would have so much fun with Devious yesterday, and it was one of the most fun days in my life. Devious had a business meeting and told me to stay put with no phone or laptop for communication. I’m bored out of my mind. I didn’t think it would be this hard to earn his trust. I thought by being nice and doing what he says then he’d give me a little more freedom.
The hotel room comes with a kitchen, so I head to it and grab a bowl full of grapes. Devious said tonight he’s going to make me dinner and we’re going to explore the ruins of Delos. I stand outside of the balcony, taking in the beautiful city. I’m thinking about this being a vacation spot for us. Whoa, pump the breaks, Roselyn. I need to stick to my plan and earn his trust so I can leave him. Not think about future plans with him. Not believing I can fall in love with him. After all the shit we put each other through, no way I’m sticking around him. We’re toxic, especially Devious. He does things to get what he wants, and what makes me so different from him? I tried to kill the guy on our wedding night. Shaking my head, I have to be on my shit, when it comes to Devious because he has a way of sweeping me off the feet. I breathe in the wet air from the ocean, glancing at the blue sky. I’m going to work hard at earning his trust so I can leave him. Just because he’s taking me on the trip it doesn’t mean anything. So, I need to watch my back.
Devious waltzes into the room with a gigantic smile on his face. This is the first time he’s smiled since I’ve been around him.
“What? Mr. Devious is smiling. The world must be ending,” I say, jokingly nudging him in the gut.
“I’m happy I got the hottest woman on my side.”
“How did the gun trade go?”
He lifts his eyebrow.
“What? I was eavesdropping on your conversation. You were using some of the code words Papa says and I pieced it together.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t ever eavesdrop on my conversation. You shouldn’t know what’s going on in the mafia.”
“Right. My job is to lie on my back and bear your children and take your abuse while you dictate everything I do. You’re so fucking controlling and possessive and it pisses me off. You know, take me to Delos.” I say, as I pivot on my feet, heading towards the front door, but Devious catches my arm, pulling me close to him. His hard chest brushes against mine and he wraps his arms around my waist. He moves a few strains out of my face.
“You want me to treat you like an equal then I need you to be on your best behavior. You want to earn my trust then you have to give me reasons to. Trust is earned, not given, Nymph. It doesn’t happen overnight.”
I push him away from his grip, putting some distance between us, then I place my hand on my hips. “It’s all about you and what you want. I’ve done everything you ask. I’m trying my best to get in good graces with you, Devious. But nothing seems to work.”
“You tried to kill me, Roselyn.” He rubs the side of his temple.
“Because you were going to hurt me! I feel like all you do is take and I get the little crumbs of you.”
He stares at me with confusion on his face, then he says, “If you were getting the crumbs of me, trust me you wouldn’t come to Santorini with me, I wouldn’t be taking care of your Nonno and I wouldn’t let you warm my bed. I wouldn’t take you out on a date to a fancy restaurant on the day the man I looked up to was buried. I was in so much fucking pain and all I thought about was how sad you were and wanted to cheer you up. And I never given two shits about anyone’s feelings when it comes to mine, not even Shelby’s. I’m sacrificing myself for an ungrateful woman who committed treason and tried to kill me. I would’ve taken your virginity on our wedding because you were a fucking business transaction. I spared your life when I should have killed you. But here I am jumping through hoops for another woman who doesn’t even want me nor appreciate me.”
His words shake me to the core, cutting me deep. I never want him to ever feel like I don’t appreciate him because I do. I’m forever grateful he spared my life. But I’ve seen the dark side of him, and I know what he’s capable of. I always known what he’s capable of by what Papa used to say but seeing it for myself is another thing. It’s like hearing about Michael Myer then you come face to face with him. I only saw the tip of the ice of how cruel Devious can be.
He glares down at his expensive watch.
“Let’s go so we won’t miss our flight to Delos. This conversation is over.”
We drive to the private plane in silence but there is tension, lots of it. I haven’t thought about the stuff he was doing for me was his way of trying to make amends. We board the plane, and he sits across from me. He glances out the window, but his shoulders are stiff as a board.
Guilt coils in my stomach like a snake. “You’re wrong, Devious. I do appreciate what you do, and I do want you.”
Pain burns my chest as he wouldn’t glance at me and I place my palm on his warm hand, but he tries to move his hand, but I hold on tighter.
“I won’t hurt you.” Disgust lies in my belly as I lie to his face. This is so wrong on so many levels. I shouldn’t feel this way, but here I am, lying to earn his trust so I can do the very thing I say I wouldn’t do. Who am I? I don’t even know who I am anymore. Devious doesn’t say anything, but his eyes snap onto mine.
“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, Roselyn. But you can’t expect me to believe you won’t betray me again. You keep asking me for a phone, last time you had one, you betrayed me.” He pauses. “Haven’t you ever thought, the reason why I didn’t kill you because I want you. I told you I wanted you.”
I don’t respond. The pilot announces for us to have on our seatbelt before we land.
“You’re not going to shove me back in the cell when we get back to the manor, are you?”
He lifts his bushy eyebrow and shakes his head. “No, I’m a man of my word. We are going to argue, couples do it all the time, but if I have to shove you in the dungeon, then I’m going to snap your neck. I’m not going to keep going through this bullshit with you. You are always trying to betray me every chance you get.”
“So, we’re a couple now?”
“No. We won’t be until I can fully trust you and see you as an equal.”
The plane lands, the trip to Delos was shorter than I thought.
Devious’s words are still in the back of my mind and the stupid guilt keep rising in my chest. Every time I stare at him, I feel guilty. Just fucking great. Devious holds my hand as we step off the plane. An Uber pulls up to the private airport and Devious opens my door for me.
“So, what are we?” I ask, curious.
“You’re still my pet, Nymph.”
I slide in and Devious says something to the driver in Greek as he straps my seatbelt over my shoulders. The drive is short and we stop at a port.
“I thought we were in Delos.”
He shakes his head. “We have to take a boat to get there.”
So, we get inside of a boat, then we stop
at a port. The air smells salty from the sea and the wind blows. When we get out of the boat, Devious throws some money at the captain. I glance around, and Delos island is pretty but looks like a desert. Devious shows me around, we go to the Temple of Hercules. It is a place with a bunch of rocks and half-built buildings. Devious takes pictures of me on his phone as we continue to sightsee.
We stand in front of the two statues of two beheaded people, then we move on to other sites. Devious gives me a background on the island. Apparently, Apollo and Artemis were born on this island. They are like twins or some shit.
“I figured you love Greek Mythology, but I didn’t know you were a fanatic.”
He flashes me a smile. “Like you’re a fanatic with Tokyo Ghoul.”
“Am not.”
“When the maid unpacked your shit, there was so much clothing with it on it. And you drew a spider lily in your cell.”
“What do you know about the flower?”
“I’ve done my research. It grows in hell to guide people to their love ones in the afterlife.” He thrust his fingers through his hair. “I had to make sure you weren’t putting a voodoo shit on me.”
I laugh lightly. “I prefer to put a knife through your back.”
“That’s not funny, Roselyn.” He shoots me a glare. “Consider this your first traveling trip,” he pauses. “You said you want to travel the world so if you behave then I’ll take you anywhere you want.”
“Okay.” I nod, smiling.
“You’re hungry?”
“Yeah.”
“I rented out a boat so we can have dinner on the sea.”
I nod. Guilt eats at me with every fiber because Devious is trying his best to be good to me. I’m going to hell when I betray him.
Devious
“CLOSE YOUR EYES,” I TELL Roselyn as we step onto the boat. She gives me a serious look, arching her eyebrow.
“I’m serious, Roselyn. Do you trust me?”
“I trust you to protect me, but I don’t trust you to not kill me.”
I shake my head, rolling my eyes. “Do what I say.”
She does what I say, then I have her step on the boat as I guide her to the deck. I rented out a yacht for us to enjoy before we get back home. And it’ll be a while before I’ll be able to take her out since I don’t know Cashel’s next move. As far as I know, Aiden is still looking for Maya and I can’t wait for Aiden to record her so we can send it to one of Cashel’s minions.
I guide her to the black chair, ushering her to sit down. She has been behaving, despite getting on my nerves earlier this morning with her wanting me to completely trust her. I don’t think I will ever completely trust her, but I can be a little lenient with her and give her a little freedom. Her mouth hangs open from the view of the lit city. The sky is dark, but the city is alive and vibrant, something straight from a Sarah J. Mass novel. Sometimes, I’ll pick up a young adult fantasy and read. Don’t judge me.
“Oh my God, the city is so beautiful.”
Then her eyes turn to the lit candles and her smile widens.
“You did this all for me?” Her face is colored with shock.
“You told me the men you dated didn’t try to date you, so I want to court you. Show you the finer things in life, you deserve it.”
Tears wet her eyes and her smile is as wide as the ocean. “Thank you.”
I wipe the tears from her cheeks.
“You’re unpredictable,” she tells me, her eyes glancing down at the steak and vegetables the chef made. “You surprise me.”
I nod and I unfold her napkin, placing it on her lap, then I cut up her steak in tiny pieces. The white short dress she’s wearing hugs her small frame and a white flower is tucked behind her ear. She really is beautiful. Then we eat in silence and sip our wine. She twirls her hair around her finger and it’s her tell sign she’s thinking hard and long about something.
“What are you thinking about?”
She grabs the crystal glass, tapping her nails on it.
“It’s stupid.”
“Tell me.”
She takes deep breaths. “Did you and Shelby do things like this? Did you take her different places?”
I’m so sick of her bringing her up when we’re in a good mood. Why does she keep bringing her up?
“Are you jealous I was with someone else before you?”
“God no. You’re eleven years older than me. I knew you had a life before me. I’m curious.”
“If you’re curious about my life before, why don’t you bring up other stuff?”
“I’m sorry.” She sips the last bit of her wine and I grab the bottle and pour her another glass. “Okay, did you ever want to go to college?”
“I did. I graduated from Columbia. I have a bachelor’s in literature and history. Have you ever thought about it?”
“Oh, hell no. I’m not smart like you. I never was book smart.”
“You can do whatever you want to. You’re smart as hell.” ”
I cut into the juicy steak, smearing sauce on it, then I shove it in my mouth.
“Have you ever wanted kids?”
“No, not before Santo.” I say, between bites.
“Who?” she cocks her eyebrow, setting her wine glass.
“No one.” I down the wine, washing down the steak. She rests her hands on my palms stroking me like a wounded child.
“You can tell me, Devious. I’m not your enemy.”
I want to believe her, but I don’t trust her. And, if I don’t tell her about Santo then she might go back and ask Marla and she can’t keep her mouth shut about me to her. She hasn’t betrayed me since I let her out of the cell. Sometimes she throws my senses off.
“You’re done eating?” I ask and she nods.
“Let’s sit out on the deck and look at the city.”
I grab her hand and lead her to the lounging chairs. She kicks off her white flip flops, lying on the white chair. The wind blows her hair out her face. I sit next to her, resting my hand behind my head. We both stare at the city in awe.
“Shelby was pregnant with my son, Santo. But I found out from Cashel it was his son.”
“Who is Cashel?”
“The Don of the Irish famiglia. We used to be close. He was my best friend since I was in high school, but he turned on me. He had an affair with Shelby.”
“That explains a lot. Why you’re so big on loyalty.” She grabs my hand and squeezed tighter. “I’m sorry. No one deserves to be treated like shit.”
I rub the back of my neck, trying to relieve stress.
“How far along was she?”
“Six months. I couldn’t save her nor Santo.”
I shake my head at the memory of me trying to perform CPR on her and rushing her to the hospital, lying to the doctors about what happened. The doctors called the police and when they found out who I really was they left the case alone. I lied to Shelby’s parents about what happened to their daughter. The only people who know what happened are Marla, Charlotte, Cashel, and Aiden.
A single tear tickles down my cheek and I wipe away.
“We’re at war because Cashel betrayed me. I caught them in bed together.”
“How did Shelby die?” Roselyn asks, I stare into her cornflower eyes and she knows how she died. It’s written on her face.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me. Tell me.”
“Drop it, Roselyn.”
She stands up from the lounge chair, hovering over me. “You don’t get to shut me out now or ever. Tell me what happened to Shelby.”
“Will you look at me differently?”
“I already know what you are.”
“Which is?”
“A villain with a broken heart. I see it on your face every time I mention her name. Whatever you did to her. She’s your weakness. Not because you might still love her, which I hope you don’t, but because it’s regret. I told you what will break me. Now you tell me what will break your?”
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nbsp; “I killed Shelby and Santo.”
Roselyn
BABY? HIS WORDS ECHO IN my head as I stare at him. Who the fuck kills a woman and unborn child? Guilt is written all over his face and he looks torn about it. Tears wet his eyes. Devious is crying. I don’t say anything, but stare at him.
“I know I fucked up pretty bad.”
“How did you have the heart to kill a child and the love of your life?”
“Roselyn.”
“Tell me. Please tell me. Just when I think you are about to be good, you turn around say or do some fucked up shit,” I tell him. “So, talk to me. Not as your pet, but as your wife. Tell me what happened.”
He’s searching my eyes for something. I don’t know. But he needs to tell me what happened. I deserve to know.
“I was coming home from a gun traffic job and I was so fucking tired. I hadn’t made love to Shelby for a couple of months and I wanted to. She was stressed during the pregnancy and needed bed rest. It was her excuse every time I tried to fuck her. Cashel’s car was parked in the driveway, but I didn’t think anything of it because he always came over to visit. He used to spend the night over at our place because we used to do drug drop offs together. When I opened the door, I was expecting to see them fighting about something stupid. They always fought. To my knowledge they always hated each other. I heard loud moans coming from the bedroom and I burst into the door and found her on top of him, riding him. I screamed at the top of my lungs asking what is going on. She told me she didn’t want to be with me, and she wanted to be with Cashel. I took my gun and shot at him. She jumped in the way and the bullet hits her chest. I tried to revive her, and Cashel jumped out the bedroom window, fleeting the fucking scene. I took her to the hospital and the doctors tried to save her and the baby but there wasn’t anything they could do. I didn’t kill her on purpose. I would never kill her on purpose. She’s the only person I regret killing. I told her parents a robber had broken into our home and killed her. I didn’t have the heart to tell her mother the truth because I didn’t want them hating me. I promised them I would protect their only daughter and I failed.”
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