Chapter 04

Sabrina Schulz

Say something stupid, say it now before Sabrina realizes you're nervous about a man you don't know and it's obviously not him.

“Erick Spencer, Mrs. Schulz.” His blue eyes look at me mockingly. The German is behind him looking at what I would do. I look at Erick's hand and walk past the mobster. Sabrina gives a satisfied half-smile. I hear the bodyguard click his tongue.

“My wife is something… special. She doesn't like new people. However, as you know my wife is the most dearest thing to me, much more than my empire.” He sits in the swivel chair at his desk. “That's why you're here Erick, to protect Mrs Schulz. I have hired you because Dimitri, my best friend and lifelong colleague, has given me very positive references from you.” My husband makes me sit on his lap. Erick stares at me and then at his new boss. Sabrina points to the lighter for me to pass it to him, and I do so without delay. He quickly light his cigar.

"Five years in special services and three in command, sir..." The German puts his hands under my skirt I wear. I jump looking at Erick blushing.

"Why did you leave special services, Mr. Spencer?" I dare to ask.

“Corruption and murder, ma'am,” he said with that Greek God face.

Sabrina bends me over a bit, pull his hand out of my panties to reach out a wad of bills for the man in front of us. Erick looks at him and slightly wrinkles his eyebrows when he realizes that he has touched the money with the hand that caressed my vagina.

The shame!

To get away from Sabrina, I kiss him with a smile. I must keep my position upright so I don't look like a fool because of embarrassment.

“Angela Gabriela calls me to tell her what to prepare. Yes, I can be the queen of the king of the mafia, but Sabrina likes me to be aware of things in the house. The most basic things are food, maintenance, and gardening.”

Thank heavens I haven't gotten pregnant and I don't know what would happen to me if the German finds out that I've been taking care of myself with contraception during my time with him. Most likely he will kill me or maybe not.

"Roman salad, mashed potatoes and chicken, plus a vegetable soup and Napoleon dessert," I demand from the mansion's chef.

I go up to my room after dinner. Today has been such an exhausting and emotional day. What a birthday I've ever had.

I comb my brown hair, I look at myself with determination in the mirror. I have spent six years in this hell and I think I will never be able to get out. I apply some pearl cream on my skin. I tense as I hear Sabrina's gun touch my dresser. His hands rest on my neck, gently caressing it.

"I was so afraid of losing you," he speaks as he savors the bare skin of my body.

"But you didn't lose me," I say. I look to the door praying to God that someone is listening to me and come and interrupt him.

“You know I love you?” I am on the verge of tears. I relieve when he walks away from me.

I cover myself completely as I run to the bed. I turn off the lamp on the side where I sleep. In our bedroom, Sabrina gets out of the bathroom with a towel that is only wrapped around his waist and down. He has his blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail. He removes the rings and chains from his neck and fingers. He bites his bottom lip and smiles. He knows I'm faking it. His tattoos cover most of his body.

"I want to fuck you, baby..." He removes the sheets that covered me. No no no.

With a single jerk he snatches the Prada pajamas I was wearing. I open my eyes wide to keep my sanity. I watch him smack his lips. He pulls my foot to position me on the edge of the bed. A thrust like that, bestial and without any contemplation, makes me ill.

His hips rock back and forth, he braces his legs on the ground to deepen his thrust. His hair hits my face and I prefer that way. In these conditions I prefer not to see him. My vagina is starting to hurt, it isn’t even lubricated. Doesn't he realize that I don't love him? His movement becomes stronger and more lustful.

“Mine! Mine! Mine! The owner of my soul, my empire, my heart, everything. I couldn't live if you were taken from me. If anyone tries to take you from me I will kill him, skin him until there is nothing left of him.” He holds my cheeks to look into my eyes. “If you decide to leave me, I will not only kill your good-for-nothing father, but I will kill everyone who crosses your path when you leave. You understand me?” He buries his fingers deep into my buttocks. I whimper for him to stop, but they calls him the German beast for a reason.

“Say you love me… say you love me.” I hate you with all my soul Alder Schulz. I hate you more than hate itself. Every day I wish for your death and I will not rest until one day someone comes home and says that the Italian, Russian or whatever mafia has cut off your head. I hate you so much it's the only thing that keeps me going. My insides scream.

"I love you more than anything in life…" I lie shamelessly. Sabrina cracks a smile. He squeezes my breasts with his huge hands. He tilts the back of it a little to move with impetuosity. He falls slumped on my chest, I make fake moans on his face.

His regulation eases, his shoulders go up and down; he looks at me with his hazel eyes and then leaves a kiss on my mouth. I walk into the bathroom and lean against the wall. I breathe and breathe. One day this is going to end, one day I won't even remember any of this; I have faith in that. I am sure that I will be able to fight against everything. Against him. Against my destiny.

He knocks on the door and I jump, opening it for him to come in.

Sabrina brushes his teeth while I'm soaking in the tub in our bathroom, spits into the sink, and looks at me insistently again. The foam covers my face. I rest my head on the ceramic to close my eyes and rest.

"What do you think about Erick?" I open my eyes. It's the first time Sabrina has asked me about one of his employees.

"Just like everyone else, a bootlicker who just wants to score points with you." He puts his hands on the tub; he bends his knees so he can look at me.

“That is what you think…?” I open my eyes at the feel of his hand on my vagina.

Blink. “He's the same as everyone, you know your men annoy me, they're like stupid slaves full of tattoos and…” Sabrina pulls his hand out of the water. He looks at me with a frown.

No no no…

"You've looked at them a lot, haven't you?" My body trembles.

“They usually stay here all day. What did you expect? If you let them live a normal life, believe me, they wouldn't have to worry about what they didn't…” My face turns from his slap. I bring my hand to the stinging on my cheek. I get out of the tub; I wrap a towel around my naked body and slam the door.

Sabrina appraoches me and touches my head and I push him away. It's the first time I've done something like this, but today I feel brave to do it. The German softens his features, brings one of his hands to the bridge of his nose “Okay, I'm sorry…” he says with a regretful voice. "I screwed up with you again, I know."

“I'm glad you know, Sabrina Schulz you know you didn't bring me here in the best of conditions and you're thirty-eight year old man behaving like a teenage boy with a new girlfriend.” He opens his eyes. “I usually keep things to myself…” I swallow what I think and feel because…. He stops talking.

“You hate me.” I look up to see his hard eyes.

“You said it well…because actually, I hate you.” I spat.

He looks at me with pain, intrigue and affliction “Not once have you loved me? Six years by my side Have you never loved me, darling?” His eyes narrow.

"I… I've never…" I stop. He grabs his gold plated pistol and leaves the room slamming the door shut. I collapse to the ground. My body trembles in fear. I have faced the beast, for the first time I have done it.

I accommodate my body on the soft mattress, thousands of sensations are present in my chest. Fear. Bewilderment. Fear. Hatred. I am so afraid that he would come back in the night and end my life with a bullet in my head; but when I heard his camaro leave the property I was able to sleep peacefully, knowing that for today I had won this fight.

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