Pregnant? Wow...
Sandra could not even fathom words as she sat at the table.
"Congratulations,my darling." Came the voice of the elderly woman. Sandra looked up, and to her surprise, the woman was beaming at her.
"Thank you." She calmly replied. Her hands stretched forward as she grabbed a napkin. She knew the game he was playing.
With that announcement, she had to get pregnant, and quickly at that. Two could play at that game.
"Where did you meet?" She asked.
Sandra beamed at her.
"It's of no importance, mom." Anthony quickly cut in.
"It's no big deal, hun." She said, placing her hand on her supposed fiance's arm. He glared at her.
" As a matter of fact," she started, turning to Anthony's mother. "We have know each other for over fifteen years. "
"fifteen?"
"Yes" Anthony quickly replied . " I'm surprised you don't remember her." He taunted with intense stares to his mother.
"Oh,honey. I'm so sorry I can't recall who you are. Have we met before?"
Sandra's lips parted to speak,but Anthony beat her to it.
"Caleb Martinson's daughter."
Anthony's mother's face grew white at that second. Sandra stole glances between the two in the heated moment.
"Mind if we speak for a minute?" His mother asked.
"I thought you'd never ask." He replied,pulling back the chair.
Quietly,they both exited the dinning and headed towards the balcony.
It had been what Anthony presumed to be ten minutes later when his mother finally stomped the cigarette butt into the jar of water.
She looked up to find him,lazily pressing his weight on the door. His hands were shoved into his pockets and his leg was halfway crossed above the other.
"Care to explain what the fuck is happening downstairs?"
"No."
" No?" She screamed hysterically. "really?"
" Did it really have to be Caleb's first daughter?"
" Would you have preferred the second? I would have honestly gone for her,but she is unfortunately a minor."
At that statement,his mother's hand flew across his face.
Shocked, Anthony bit the inner part of his cheeks as his hands molded into fists.
The entire space grew quiet,but hot.
"This isn't right." She said in a hushed tone.
Anthony could only chuckle at her ridiculous statement.
"Then,what is?"
She looked up at him.
"Continuous sex with Caleb Martinson wasn't right either,but you didn't care. Lavishing excessive funds on that fool wasn't right,but you did it anyway."
He took a step closer to his mother,closing the distance between them. His hands remained in his pocket as he towered over her. She shrunk in fear.
"What's right doesn't matter. What I want does. You'll give it to me."
" Never!" she refuted.
"oh,honey,but you will." He mimicked his mother's high-pitched tone.
His lips touched the tip of her forehead in a mocking kiss.
"Get an adequate rest tonight,mother. It might be your last."
With that,he strode out of the room.
Sandra had finally given into the air of the environment. Everyone seemed chattery as long as Anthony,his brother and his mother were absent. The children at the table had told different stories to her. Ones of them at Disney world,Hawaii and even Africa. They seemed as well learned as their mothers. Despite the fact that the women at the table were educated,powerful,skilled and fearful,they made her feel like one of them.
"What's the big plan to take over the fashion world?" One had asked as she dug her fork into the meatball.
Sandra gulped a large deal of saliva. She had never thought of her life outside college. She was still yet unsure if she would make it through.
Noticing the pale look on her face,the women took compassion.
"It's okay to be confused at times." One said.
"Yeah,you can't have your entire life figured out. It was stupid of me to ask." The other seconded.
Sandra smiled in polite relief.
"Tell us, how did he propose?" One of Anthony's sisters popped the question.
She felt herself slightly choke on the meal in her throat.
"Pardon?"
"How did Anthony propose?"
Every eyes were set on her. She didn't know what to say, and neither did she know what he might have told them. Taking the wrong foot would create great consequences.
"I believe it's been if the story isn't told now. It's a bit...." She trailed off slanting her cheeks
"what do you mean, miss Sandra?" A cute girl, asked looking up. Sandra smiled at her.
" It means it's nothing for people of your age." Her mother retorted.
She cowered in silence.
The entire room silenced itself.
Feeling the uneasiness,one of Anthony's sisters finally spoke up.
"I am hosting a charity event,next week and I would love for you attend. What do you say?"
" I would be honored."
"great. Wear something you hate. "
"Why?" Sandra asked in a chuckle.
" Cause it will get messed up. Really messed up. We are going for trash cleaning. Not just any trash,but sea trash. It's like normal trash,but the elder brother to it. It's so icky,and disgusting and annoying."
" You seem to hate it."
"I do."
"You shouldn't do what you don't like doing "
"Oh no,dear. I hate the trash,not the trash pickup. I like taking out trash,just like you."
" I take out trash?"
"You're taking the biggest trash in the country off our hands.."
The whole table bursted into laughter. Sandra sighed in content. She loved the family.
"Get up, we're leaving." Anthony's voice intoned as he walked into he dinning room. Sandra's lips parted in refusal.
"Now."
She rose to her feet. When she was finally having a bit of fun,her dumb fiance just had to ruin it.
"Thank you for having me." She said to everyone with a smile,before she turned to him.
"I hope you rot in hell." She whispered to him,right before she stomped out.
Sandra could hear the footsteps trailing her. They were calm,precise,and conscice.
She noticed as he pulled his door open and sat in.
"Get in."
"No "
He growled at her statement. Who the fuck did she think she was to defy his orders?
He stepped down from his car.
"Dio."
Dio came forward,grinning from ear to ear.
"Place in her in the trunk of my car."
Her eyes popped.
He wouldn't dare.
"You wouldn't dare dump me in the trunk of a car." Sandra sizzled at the man who had turned his back to her. "Don't waste my time." He said to Dio, ignoring her. Dio pulled out a gun from his jacket, as he closed the distance between them. "Don't fucking touch me!" She screamed, shoving his chest. Dio chuckled. His long, large, tattooed hands grabbed her wrist. Her knee stubbed his groin. With a grunt, the butt of his gun clamped her jaw. Tears stung at her eyes as she watched Anthony chuckling at the side. Blood had made its way to her mouth. "Don't make it rough, if you don't like it rough." Sandra wanted to hiss at the statement. Reluctantly, she stretched her arms forward in submission. "Chain me, if you must." An hour had gone by when the trunk of the car finally popped open. Sandra's reddened eyes met with that of her master's. "Get her out of my car." He ordered. They proceeded to pulling her out of the trunk. In no time, she
"You're getting married?" Jordan asked wig a raised brow. "Yes." "Wow." He expressed, rubbing his chin. " I can't believe Francesca finally got to you " Anthony scoffed. "Francesca can go fuck herself in the ass. " Jordan gulped down the words tugging at his throat. He had honestly thought Anthony would find love in Francesca. He hated her,true,but she was compatible with his friend. Anthony needed someone who would always obey and agree to his decisions. "Who is she?" "The bride,I mean. Who is the she?" "Do you remember Caleb?" "Caleb?" "Caleb Martinson,my driver" " Oh,yes."" "His first daughter." "Why her?" "She's perfect." Jordan raised a brow in surprise. "It doesn't concern you." Anthony said, waving his worries off. "I need you there by 8 pm, at the central cathedral. This Saturday. Don't be late." He instructed as he rose to his feet. Jordan watched as he handed one of his men the paper and
"Francesca...." Sandra said out in a slow motion, feeling the name on her tongue. "You work for Anthony?" She questioned, scanning the lady's outlook. She did not seem like a worker. She looked like her own fucking boss. Her hair was spun in a bun, with two curly strands in front. Her nails were perfectly trimmed and painted. She was wearing a three piece suit, while Sandra was dressed in white. Plain white. The bitch looked like the fucking boss, while she looked like the assistant. "As a matter of fact, I do. I am his personal assistant." Great! Anthony's assistant just had to be the hottest person on the planet. It made her head spin. Who would see that beauty and not want to shove his dick in her ass? "Can we leave now?" She asked, pulling Sandra out from her trance. Her smile was intoxicating. Her accent screamed elegance, and Sandra could not help but feel stupid, naive, and unworthy. "Let us leave." She finally managed to reply. A guard pulled t
"Fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck! Fuck it!!!" Francesca screamed as she tossed the wine glass in her hand. Her right hand grabbed the cigarette in her hand with extreme force. "Fuck!" She cursed one more time, tossing the wine bottle across the room. The workers scattered in fear. Beads of sweat had built themselves on her forehead. Her palm wiped across her face as she pushed the smeared, wet hair backwards. She needed a drink. Then another drink. Then another. And the a smoke. She snapped her fingers. A cleaner walked forward. "I need a drink." She said, tapping the table as she rose to her feet. As she turned, she realized the cleaner had shrunk in fear and confusion. "What the fuck are you staring at?!" She roared at him. His Adam apple bulbed as he gulped down the saliva in his throat. "Get me a fucking drink!" "Which one?" The young man stammered. Her eyes narrowed at him in frustration. "Anything that takes pain away..." She groane
Yes! She wanted to scream yes. She wanted to feel his hands within her, around her. She wanted him on her. Her eyes squeezed as she imagined him on her. His large hands pinning her to the bed as he grinded her. Sweat trickling down his perfectly chiseled jaw as he moaned her name. His pink lips kissing her,right before his tongue made magic. His tongue.... She was sure it was beautiful. She knew it would work magic. The sudden urge to see his tongue rose up in her throat. She wanted him to tie her in cuffs,spread her legs and made creampie burst within her. Her teeth gritted each other as the imaginations flooded her. "No..." she ground out, biting her words. Her ears tingled as she heard a light chuckle. Her eyes slowly pulled themselves open as she turned to view his face. His full, pink lips pressed each other as his jaw clamped shut. Hadn't he smiled a second before? Sandra found herself tugging at her trousers in disgrace. The rest of the ride home was expec
D-Day. It was finally the day. The day she would become a Mrs. The day her surname would change. The day her life would change.She had anticipated that change for years,creating random images of what her groom would look like,what he would say and how he would act. She had expected a dream come through,and not the nightmare she was living. She had always wanted a wedding. The topic wasn't new to her and her mother. They both wanted an extravagant wedding for her. How silly it felt that most of their desires and aspirations would come through, but yet it felt like the most horrible day of her life. "You need to arc your back, Ms Sandra." The dresser stated as she pulled the corset tighter. Sandra felt her insides crumble. Tears stung at the edges of her eyes. Her palm quickly wiped the edge of her face. She wasn't sure what was causing the tears. She guessed some of the pain could be attributed to the corset,but she was sure a great deal of the pain came from her insides
Francesca's heels clinked on the floors as she searched through the halls. The guards would not let her pass through the female wing, stating that she had to be there. "Get the fuck outta my way." She growled at the extravagantly large man. "No can do." He replied, folding his arms. His muscles popped as a result of that action. She groaned in confusion. She needed to speak to Anthony and she needed to do it quickly. Francesca had gone to the wine bar for a drink,and when she had gotten back,she couldn't find the bride. "Fuck you!" She spat at the guard,turning around. Where the heck could the girl have gone to? Did she not listen to every word that was said to her? She pulled the wristwatch to her face. It was an hour left for the party to begin. Where could she start searching? She could not let Sandra escape this marriage. If she did, her entire plan would be made a ruin. She turned around, proceeding to head to the bedroom. Somethi
Sandra remained frozen in her seat as she watched Troy's body hardened. What had she done? Her shoulders slumped as she reminisced her actions and their consequences. Anthony placed the gun on her thigh. She took one glance at it, and shrugged. She would never touch that beast. She watched as Anthony proceeded to the seat across her. He sat directly behind Troy's carcass. "Dump him in the freezer." He ordered. Three men walked up, and pulled his body away. Sandra felt her insides churn in discomfort. She needed to throw up. "The first bullet was for thinking you could run off." " The second was for choosing him over me." He picked up a water bottle. "I consider it a great disrespect. One I would not tolerate. " He said, corking the bottle open. Sandra watched as he downed he entire bottle at a go. His adam apple bulbed as the water slid down his throat. "Why me?" She whispered into the room. He dropped the bottle. "Why