The Bloody Bride

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He said. “Abuse in the home means there is lack of control. And as you said so yourself, I am very much in charge of this household.” Alessandro eyed me doubtful expression. “You still don’t trust my word?”

“Say something.” He snapped.

I parted my lips. “You are The Godless. Principe of Chicago. My husband. I eat food you paid for and live in a house you own. My clothes are bought by you, the bed I sleep in was bought by you.” I stared at him. “I am completely at your mercy. Why wouldn’t you hurt me?”