Revenge And Love Against My Mafia Ex-Husband
Chapter 45

motionless looking at the floor.

Angelo pulls me up on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, while I kick and scream like crazy without caring that I show my small panties, I shout to my bodyguards to help me and apparently they are stuck with a piece of blood sausage, because they remain -Let me go, Angelo, don't be bold," I demand as he pulls me down to try to push me into his car.

-Please behave, you've embarrassed me enough tonight," he mutters, clenching his fists and this doesn't stop me from yelling at him:

-hit me, that's all you need, you filthy pig, I knew you were hiding your true personality, -his look transformed as if he was possessed and he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me into the car. -Let's go to the house," he ordered his driver, while he grabbed my hands avoiding me to scratch his beautiful face, now the possessed one is me, who attacks him like a beast using my claws and teeth, I bite him considering to receive a blow to make him release it and I only receive tickles that work, avoiding him to tear a piece of it, I throw myself over him, trying to suffocate him with my breasts and I give up when I see his face of pleasure, I do a jiujitsu acrobatics trying to crush his member with one of my stiletto heels, at the last minute he dodges it, scared he grabs my wrists turning the situation around, placing himself on top of me, where I can feel his heart racing and I smell his cologne mixed with the sweat that excites me, causing me to forget about that fight wanting to get into another more intimate one, now I understand why some couples end up reconciling when they have problems; the very arrogant one notices him trying to kiss me, I almost surrender to his charms, although when I touch his lips I decide to attack him with a bite that will mark him for life, I can't explain how he dodges it, the driver opens the door, I imagine we are in a desolate place, where darkness reigns, I imagine that the bodyguards will dig a deep grave where I'll be buried alive while I beg for forgiveness, so I refuse to leave, although the same way he enters me, he pulls me out in one go and I manage to see that we're in the house before falling to the floor, it seems I'm drunk, I get up to run, wanting to lock myself in my room to get my clothes ready to leave this mansion. As if I were a horse, I only go fixed to the horizon, I enter the room closing the door that I don't understand why it doesn't close, I check it quickly, I see a shoe that prevents it from closing, then the door will give me back the multiplied force to which I subjected it, throwing me to the bed, and through it enters Angelo who pushes it, revealing me the real reason that prevented me from isolating myself then I shout at him again:

-Leave me alone, I'm leaving here for good. -He grabs my wrists again, preventing me from hitting him, and with a frown he also speaks to me loudly:

-after the fact, now I'm the one who owes you, I let go, taking a few steps back and also wrinkling his forehead so as not to let him intimidate me, roaring at him: -No, well yes, now you'll turn the cake on me," he seems to laugh, not understanding this colombianism, although he replies:

-I giggle, as Leonel has a prominent jaw, and the jealous claim that makes me feel important.

-You see, you don't trust me, that designer turned out to be a talented jewellery maker, he was the best in his institute, the headmistress herself called to recommend him," I inform him trying to hide the tears that start to escape me and I hear his whisper that seems like he's talking to someone else, as he looks at the wall.

-Oh no, that means I got carried away in the moment and misunderstood the situation," he reaches for me trying to grab me, I dodge him by jumping on the bed, feeling powerful, although he looks at me tenderly, I tell him crying:

-I don't care about that, I want to separate, I want a divorce, I'll go to Italy to get those papers or I'll make new ones here, either way I'll get a divorce, no matter if I have to bribe half the judicial system, -I feel his hand trying to hug me saying:

-linda please, it's all been a misunderstanding, besides I let myself get carried away by jealousy, please Ximena forgive me, I love you very much, -he hugs me trying to kiss my mouth, I feel it fill with saliva longing to feel his lips and I resist turning my face away although my horny self grabs me with blows and insults.

-No, I'd better go, I'm not going to be the resigned wife who puts up with her husband rubbing her lover's face whenever he feels like it," I demand, heading for the wardrobe where I start to fill a suitcase with my clothes, he shaves them off and empties them on the floor, begging me:

-you're not leaving, please it's not what you suppose, Natalia is not my lover, -I feel my head is a volcano erupting when I hear that name with affection, which causes me to again want to bury my nails in it, I insult him by telling him:

-if you see, you can tell you love that bitch, well go with her, you can tell they get along very well, that's why on the coast they say that first love is never forgotten, -he looks at me almost crying, on his lips a word is drawn but as if they choke in his throat and he leaves the room.

I stand there alone, as if I were two women, an offended rebel who wants to take advantage of the situation to get the hell out of there, without caring about taking anything with me, I would leave with only what I have on me, slamming the door while I break everything in my way, and the other submissive who wants to wait for things to magically work out so that we can end up making love until dawn, apparently a third one won us, the mythological weeping invaded me in spite of not having lost children, but if I had my man absent, as if I had been teleported, I appeared lying on the bed crying without consolation.

I had the impression that life was running over my happiness, since the gangsters murdered my parents in their car, until now that another car brought that sexy shameless husband stealer, I feel a soft caress that wipes away my tears, it's Angelo doing it with his lips, I sit up trying to push him away, wanting to muffle my crying to look strong, I almost don't even hear what he's saying, I see he has a piece of paper in his hand I shave it off crumpling it up, throwing it across the room.

-Wait love, please look at it," she stops and grabs it stretching it trying to iron it, she gives it to me again, I wipe my eyes so the tears don't blur my sight, I see that it's a beautiful drawing of a wedding dress that I can only ask her: -What is this?

He smiles at me like a child, turning his face to me and saying: "It's your wedding dress:

-It's your wedding dress.

My surprised face seems to explode with flames in my head, I try to understand the situation with another obvious question:

-who designed it?

He stops, turning around, gnashing his teeth, as if he's holding on to an answer he knows is going to be fatal for me, like a bullfighter waiting to give the final blow, filling the audience with suspense, until he opens his mouth, letting the words escape in the same way that canaries fly away when their cage is left open: -Natalia is doing it, she is currently the best wedding dress designer in this hemisphere.

I can't believe it, I bow my head due to the weight of shame, I remember the taste I got at the moment the soup crowned her, now I feel that fatal mistake, I even remember that I laughed out loud at that, the only thing I can say is: -What a shame with that lady, what a shame!

-What a shame with that lady, why didn't you tell me?

he scratches his ear to answer me:

-I wanted to surprise you, one of the many surprises I have prepared for you, now I see I'd better tell you, I don't want any more shows of unhealthy jealousy, -he slides his hand looking for mine, this time I don't dodge it.

-I stammer to him as I see him laugh and come closer kissing me, at last I feel like just a woman, the one who wants to feel his caresses.

-We have to see what we do, that scandal must already be in the news, who knows what gossip they'll invent, you know what the tabloids are like, maybe she'll even have to come out of the wardrobe, poor thing, I hope it doesn't affect her career. -I wouldn't imagine that such a beautiful woman was a lesbian.

-You can see, sometimes it's like with the gallant singers who one day come out and sing at the top of their lungs about their homosexuality.

-Suddenly, after so much effortless trying, they get tired of it, it would be like when my mother used to force me to eat pumpkin soup, now I can't even stand it, the pumpkin, not my mother.

-Maybe it's because they are harassed to fornicate that they end up detesting it.

-I don't know if that's what it is, let's try it, come on, I'm stalking you, if you suddenly leave me for a beefy guy," and I throw myself into his arms, sinking into the ocean of his muscles, wanting to drink his skin and swallow his breath.