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“NOBODY. LOOKS. AT. MY. WOMAN!” I hear Elio screaming. Each of his words is punctuated with blows to the man’s face. Elio’s eyes are darker than a fearsome storm about to devour the earth. He stops for a moment, only to scream louder like an angry bull, “Nobody even breathes in her direction!” Still holding him by his collar, Elio’s nose is now almost touching his, “BECAUSE SHE’S MINE! MIO!” When he lets go of him, the guy’s body goes limp, flattening on the floor. To my shock, Elio still doesn’t let go. He puts his right foot on the guard’s chest, pressing, making him groan and mumble incoherent words. With his foot still in place, he bends down over him and roars into his face, “MINE ONLY!” The guard’s face is barely recognizable and slick with red; his facial features have been punched into misalignment. My breath catches as the realization hits me; I don’t know who this man−Elio Donatelli−is or what he’s capable of. But right now, he’s here, soaked in someone else’s blood, primal fury enveloping him like an animal from the wild. “Stop!” The word tears from my throat as loudly as possible. Elio’s fist freezes mid-air, his head snapping toward me. His eyes find mine, and in that moment, I can see everything. The rabid anger, the possessiveness, the dominance. The only emotion I cannot find is guilt. He doesn’t feel that what he’s just done is not only wrong but inhumane. The man between us writhes on the ground, moaning weakly. Elio’s fists knead, then hang limp at his sides, dripping with blood that pools at his feet. My hands move instinctively to my stomach. It’s as if the reality of this−the marriage, our relationship, whatever it is−just now fully dawned on me. This man standing before me, covered in blood, would forever be bound to the tiny life growing within me. The irony is not lost on me. I have always been a firm advocate for law and justice. But turns out my child’s father is a criminal mastermind, a murderer. But one that would kill for YOU! My heart yells at me. At the realization, I don’t know whether to scream, cry, or run. The air around me feels too thick to breathe. My chest is thudding wildly, especially from fear. He takes a step toward me, and I flinch, taking two steps backwards to keep the distance between us. But he closes the distance between us and…Read FREE in Kindle Unlimited: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0DTBWTKKL