Mafia Bride

by Burns, Rachel

  Antonio rolled on top of her, thinking that he hadn’t looked at another woman since he met her. It hadn’t been difficult to keep his eyes concentrated on his wife.

  He entered her and she moaned out. Her hands grabbed hold of his hair. Making love to Anna always meant pulled hair, scratches and love swats. She really was such a good wife. He praised her as he fucked her.

  Anna needed to have sex. She needed to feel his hands on her body and mostly she needed a spanking. She could pretend that he was punishing her for not being able to handle the servants.

  Antonio took her roughly, pounding his penis into her, marking her as his when he came.

  Anna planted her forehead on his shoulder as her orgasm shuddered through her body. Her fingernails were digging into his shoulders too.

  Why was she so violent about sex?

  She figured that she needed a sound thrashing to feel better and relax a little. Sex wasn’t enough to calm her anymore.

  Antonio loved sleeping with her. It made him feel powerful. By day, he was sweet and gentle with her, but in bed he felt mighty. He was aggressive and primitive, and she called out for more.

  Would he still be able to satisfy her in twenty years?

  Chapter 35

  After breakfast, Anna sneaked into the laundry room. She took one of his dried shirts off of the line and laid it out so it could be ironed. She was getting really good at this. He had even commented on it.

  Antonia had given her a lecture that she had to praise the servants when they did something right. He had made her promise to pass on his approval.

  Anna promised that she would.

  She concentrated on his shirt. She had three to do today and three pairs of his trousers. They were made out of the softest of fabrics. Those were harder to get right.

  “What are you doing in here?” Antonio stood in the door looking at her again. He glanced around the room. He had searched the entire house to find her.

  Anna unplugged the iron hoping that she could think of an excuse to be in alone.

  “Answer me?”

  Anna’s head dropped, and she gazed down at her feet. She wasn’t sure what she should say. What would get her into the least amount of trouble?

  “The servants don’t listen me. I do everything myself.” She looked up to see how he was reacting to her words.

  “What?”

  “They won’t do anything but cook,” she told him.

  He stepped forward and laid his hands on her collarbones. He was so mad at her. “Explain.”

  She stared him in the eyes and said nothing.

  “So you’ve been lying to me?” he asked her.

  “I tried not to.”

  “Keeping something from me is lying. I won’t tolerate that.” his hand gripped her under her shoulder, and he guided her up the stairs.

  Antonio hadn’t had to punish his wife yet, but now it was clearly time.

  When they reached their bedroom, he walked her over to a soft leather brown chair. “Kneel on it.”

  “Please, I can explain.” She begged with her eyes.

  “Ten extras.”

  Anna broke down crying.

  Antonio waited. A rage was growing inside of him. She hadn’t come to him and told him her problems. That meant that their marriage was a hoax. What woman would rather clean an entire villa than tell her husband that the servants weren’t doing their jobs?

  After a minute, she knelt on the chair, still crying and shaking.

  “Underwear down and dress up, quickly.”

  Her fingers shook, and she reached under her skirt and tugged her underwear down to her bent knees. She raised up her skirt and leaned her upper body over the chair.

  “Good girl. Now reached down the backside of the chair as far as you can.”

  She did, and she felt her bottom raise up to him, offering him easy access to her most sensitive of meat. Anna was so scared. It had been months since he punished her.

  Antonio admired her ass. It was perfect and white, but she had lost weight. Getting her to eat anything was a constant battle.

  He opened his belt and removed it.

  Her breathing was heavy as she listened to him.

  Antonio folded his belt and looked at his target. He gave her the first stroke. It landed diagonally across her cheeks.

  She felt him beginning with her punishment. She tried so hard to block him out and think about something else, but that was no good either because her hands flew back to cover her bottom.

  “Remove your hands,” he demanded.

  She shook her head. She was already a mess of tears, and her nose was running. This wasn’t fair.

  “Twenty extras,” he said coldly. Her hands stayed put. “Thirty extras.” He waited, but her hands still stayed put. “Anna,” he sighed, “you’re only making it worse for yourself.”

  She cried and didn’t move. Her whole body was shaking, and it was so open for him to see. Antonio felt a little weak. He loved Anna and her body. He didn’t want to give her forty extras so he went to her and removed her hands. “Leave them down, I’m warning you. I won’t help you again.”

  He stepped back and went back to work. He was trying to make quick work of it so he could make love to her, but they had several matters they needed to settle first.

  His belt landed in the same place again.

  Anna groaned out in pain. “I didn’t lie to you. I was always careful not to.”

  “So it wasn’t a lie the countless times that I would find you in the laundry room, and you told me that you were only checking on things?” He put his weight into that blow and really made the belt snap across her cheeks. “How can I protect you when you lie to me?”

  Put that way she had lied to him. Anna tightened her muscles and pushed her hips forward, trying to hide from his belt. She felt too guilty to enjoy this.

  “I told you that you wouldn’t have to work. I told you time and time again.”

  The belt swooshed through the air and landed on her backside making her jump. She held her position as he punished her. She had decided to use this time to have a good cry. It had been awhile since she had time for that.

  He beat on and on, and she cried her heart out. She cried quietly not wanting to draw any attention to herself, but she figured it was pointless. Antonio was talking to her about lying and his staff making fools of them.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to do everything wrong,” she apologized.

  “You don’t do everything wrong, Anna. But you do things in the most complicated way possible. I am so mad that I could continue to belt you until next Tuesday, in the hope that it would knock some sense into you.”

  Anna reached back with her right arm. She held her arm up high with her hands open, hoping he would take it and hold her hand.

  Antonio took her hand, understanding what his wife needed. He felt connected to her. It was a shame that she didn’t feel the same way about him.

  “I want these last thirty counted out. You have to learn that you can’t keep things to yourself in a marriage. Do you understand? This is a partnership.”

  Anna nodded as she cried. The belt landed. She squealed out, and her hand squeezed his. Her body pushed forward jerking him with her.

  “What number was that?” he asked her. “Keep in mind, we’re counting down.”

  “Thirty.”

  “That’s right. Twenty-nine to go.” Antonio swung his belt, again she tugged him forward, but she didn’t let go.

  “Twenty-nine.”

  Antonio whipped the belt across her thighs, making her body lift up. He had to wait awhile before she said twenty-eight.

  He found a rhythm. His arm swung forward, and she pulled his body to him.

  The motion felt like sex. They were connected to each other and moving together. This was intimate and private. A moment that only the two of them knew about.

  In the same moment, he was giving her pain and comforting her.

  “I want to make the last
ten count. You should never forget the time you spent over this chair,” he warned her. “You will never purposely deceive me again. I promise you that.”

  He cracked his belt across her cheeks, making her scream out in pain.

  That must have been what he meant by making them count. The next one landed, and she cried out again. She wished that he would go faster and get it over with, but he had decided to draw this out, letting each swat slowly sink in.

  The next one landed, and she found herself beyond tears. All fight had left her. She lay still and took the rest, clenching her body together when a stroke landed.

  The last one hurt so much that she gave a chilling scream, let go of his hand and scrambled off the chair. She bobbed up and down several times, and then she knelt on the floor in front of him and rubbed her hind cheeks carefully.

  Antonio replaced his belt in his pants. Her indication that it was over. “I hope this has taught you a lesson. I’m your husband. When you have a problem, you come to me. I realize I wasn’t your first choice, but we are married now. You disobeyed me, disrespected me, and you were dishonest with me. I won’t tolerate that. Do you understand?”

  He gazed down at her on the floor in front of him. Her bottom looked terrible. All red and bruised.

  She nodded that she understood. She still couldn’t talk.

  “Are you going to cause anymore problems?”

  She shook her head.

  “You better not. Think about the rule about everything being doubled for a second punishment for the same thing. You broke all three of the rules.”

  She nodded again.

  He stormed out of the room before he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

  He went to his office and kicked everybody out.

  Why did she think that she could do everything better than the maids could? She couldn’t. The house had never looked worse. Things weren’t getting done as they should.

  He would lock her up in their room, and then she would see how pointless this had all been. He had a feeling that she would do anything as long as he told her not to do it.

  Why hadn’t she come to him? Was she doing it on purpose so she would lose his babies?

  He still had so much energy built up. Maybe another round with his belt would get her to listen. He stormed into their bedroom.

  She wasn’t in here. He searched for her in their bathroom and then in her reading room. She was gone. He looked under the bed. She wasn’t there anymore. He went back out and searched for her. He raced from room to room. She was nowhere to be found.

  “Anna, Anna!” Antonio was getting very scared. Where could she be? Would he ever see her again?

  Vinnie came running. “Antonio, what’s wrong?”

  “She’s gone. I want her back here right now.” He was fighting tears. He couldn’t imagine his life without her in it.

  “I’ll call the men together. We’ll find her.” Vinnie pulled out his cell and drummed the men together.

  Antonio continued to look for her in the house. She knew better than to leave, and if she had, she wouldn’t have gotten far.

  He continued looking under beds and behind doors.

  He had hardly been gone. Anna would hardly have had a chance to get to her feet in that time. She had to be nearby. She probably went out in that moment that he had gone in.

  He would lock the door to her reading room, and he would lock her in from now on. He had given her too much freedom. She’d had a chance to pull so much. Those freedoms would be gone now. There was only so much he would put up with.

  His men and the servants searched the house. Vinnie warned the men that she was probably carrying the missing gun with her.

  Antonio shook his head no, telling them that she wouldn’t touch a gun.

  They spent the entire day looking for her. No one found her.

  “Were calling in the dogs,” Vinnie informed Antonio.

  “No, the dogs might scare her.” His eyes were wide and frightened as he pictured dogs biting her.

  Vinnie realized that Antonio had gone completely mad now. “What if she is hurt and needs help? Every second counts,” he reasoned with Antonio until he agreed to let the dogs look for her.

  They continued to search as they waited for the guard dogs to be called in. It was already dark when they arrived. The men were nervous about the idea of the dogs looking for a woman, the boss’s wife even.

  Antonio had gone extremely quiet in the past half hour. He kept his head hung. He was heart broken. Antonio prayed that she would come back to him. He would be good to her if she did. He wouldn’t punish her anymore, and he would be especially nice to her, and if she felt the need to iron his shirts, he would let her.

  Maybe it had been her way of saying that she loved him. His response had pushed her away.

  “Antonio, we need some of her clothing. It’s better if it is unwashed.” Vinnie didn’t want to leave him alone, but they needed to find the girl before the FBI did. Who knew what he had all told her?

  Antonio didn’t think clearly when it came to Anna. They watched him leave and come back with a colorful dress. He gave it to Vinnie.

  The dogs didn’t move or respond in any way. The guards talked among themselves. Vinnie went to listen. Rumors had already started that he had killed her, and this was all a farce.

  Vinnie called the search off for the evening. Antonio looked as if he might be sick. He was as pale as a ghost. He went up to his room and closed the door.

  Vinnie didn’t have a choice; he had to call Emilio again.

  Antonio knew he couldn’t sleep alone. He stood in the window and looked out. Was Anna out there somewhere and cold? She didn’t know where she was. She could get hurt out there alone.

  He closed his eyes and thought about what had happened the last couple of days. She wasn’t going to come back. This was the end of his marriage. He would never see her again. He had chased her away by punishing her.

  Antonio lay down in their bed. He had already decided that he would never marry again. He only wanted his Anna.

  Antonio turned out the lights and let everything go through his head again.

  He jumped out of bed and searched through everything once more, looking for her.

  This was it, the reason why he couldn’t find her. She wasn’t gone. Antonio looked in his closet in every nook and cranny. The repeat his search in the bathroom, and then he went into her reading room.

  He stood in front of her wardrobe. He knew that she was in there. He felt it.

  His hand slowly reached out to open the door. What would he do if she wasn’t there? She had to be there. He opened the door.

  It was empty.

  He turned around and saw Señora Raposa. Her thick arm was wrapped around Anna’s neck. She had a gun in her hand, which she was pointing at him.

  “Let go of her,” Antonio demanded.

  “No. You never thought that Anna could have been the one who stole the gun? Well she did. Let’s ask her why she did it.”

  Anna assumed that the gun in Señora Raposa’s hand was the gun she had stolen. “I didn’t trust her, and I wanted to be able to protect myself. She hates me.”

  “You bet I do, but this girl is like a cat. She has nine lives. My husband pushed her down the stairs and left her there, she lived. We have back up plan to kill her in the hospital and you go crazy and say she has to stay here. I’ve been feeding her poison so she’ll lose her babies, and she lives. I’ve been working her to the bone, and she lives. The iron should have given her an electrical shock, and it worked for her.”

  “Why are you trying to kill my wife?” Antonio couldn’t believe what he heard. There was no reason for anyone to hate her.

  “First her, then you. I’m going to make this look as if you two killed each other. When you are dead, my husband will be the new boss.”

  “What?” Antonio couldn’t believe this nonsense.

  “Don’t be so surprised. He’s your half-brother, and he’s older than you. H
e should get this plantation.”

  “I didn’t know that. The best thing would be for us to sit down and talk about everything. We can find a fair solution together.” He tried to calm her down.

  “I don’t want fair. I want everything. Anna, get out the gun you stoled.” Señora Raposa demanded.

  “It’s in the closet.”

  “Good, let’s go get it so you can shoot your husband. You would like that, wouldn’t you? He beat you bad. I know. I watched.”

  “Yes, I’ll shoot him,” Anna replied.

  Antonio could see in hers that she was lying. She was up to something.

  They walked through the bathroom slowly together and into his closet. “It’s in a shoebox.”

  Señora let go of her. “Get it out.”

  Anna pretended to look for it, opening several boxes, which she laid on the floor first. It had been in the fourth one. She hid it in the folds of her skirt when the Señora wasn’t paying attention.

  “You don’t want to do this. No one will accept your husband as the new boss. Does he even want the job?”

  “He speaks of nothing else. He’s been thinking of ways to kill you since the day you were born.”

  “Yes, but he didn’t do it. He’s had chance after chance, and he didn’t take it.” Antonio told her, thinking that her husband my have no clue what his wife was up to.

  “We needed to wait. No one should think that it was us. When your girlfriend was with the FBI, we told Francesco that you wanted to get out of the drug business and sell everyone out. We thought that he would kill you, but you showed up with her and changed everything.

  “Then you bring her here and marry her, but you hate her. People will believe this story. They know the truth.”

  “No, don’t say that. I love my wife very much. She knows that.”

  “Does she?” She turned to Anna. “Did you feel the love when he was belting you for cleaning his house?”

  “Yes, I actually did,” Anna confessed.

  Señora Raposa pointed her gun at Anna, but Anna was just as quick at pointing a gun back at her.

  “Now things are getting interesting. If I shoot you now, it will be self-defense.” Señora Raposa cocked the gun.