Chapter 11

"Take a good look,boys, this is one piece of pussy you"ll never get."

My frown deepens as I make my way into Diego"s club to see Marie on the bar, shaking her ass in the faces of his patrons. Of course, no one dares to reach up and touch her, mostly because Diego is glaring at all of them, but I"m sure there"s at least one or two people in the room who know that Marie is my wife. They know that I"m the one who"s supposed to be keeping her under control. She"s making me look like an absolute ass right now.

My eyes dart over to Diego, and he lets out a relieved breath before speed-walking in my direction. "What the fuck, Gian, I called you like a million times. We can"t have this shit going on in here." He points over his shoulder in Marie"s direction.

"I"ll handle it," I reply.

"Sure doesn"t look like you"re handling anything," Diego barks back.

"I said I"ll fucking handle it."

Diego doesn"t say anything else, just follows me as I walk to where Marie is standing. "Oh, would you look at that? Looks like I finally got my old man"s attention," she leans down in my face, leaning over deeply so I can see down her shirt. "You can take a good look too. I"ll never let you have this, either."

I don"t have time for her petty games. She wants to act out, I can show her what happens to those that do.

Moving fast, I wrap my arms around her legs and heave her off the bar top so her midsection is resting on my shoulder. I know Diego has private rooms in the space, and with one look, he knows that"s exactly where I"m heading. He walks in front of me while I carry my load through the club, ignoring the snickers and remarks from the people who have clearly been enjoying the show.

"Here, this room is empty," Diego quickly opens up one of the doors, and I unceremoniously drop Marie inside.

"You can"t leave me in here! You bastard, I hate you!" She shouts as I close the door in her face.

Diego shakes his head, before he speaks, "What the hell has gotten into that woman?"

"Hell if I know, I"m sure that"s why Babbo put her with me in the first place. She"s crazy as all get out."

"Crazy or not, you can"t just let her get away with something like this," he raises an eyebrow in my direction.

I know what he"s telling me. I have to show her that she can"t get away with doing shit like this.

If there"s one thing I know about Marie, it"s how highly she thinks of herself. I have a surefire way to make sure that she knows she"s nothing but a piece of ass to me, and I"m going to need my brother"s help with it.

"Do you have any tops in training?" I ask him, and his eyebrows nearly shoot up to his hairline. Along with being a place for people to fulfill their carnal needs, this is also a place where many Doms come to train. Diego has a special class and everything for it. There"s always one or two people around who are looking for people to practice on. Who better to practice on than the biggest brat I know?

"Go bring them here and let them know they are to speak of what happens here to no one unless they want to be the next person strung up like a piece of meat courtesy of the Bianucci family."

"Whatever you say." He chuckles and rushes off to do what I ask. I know I can count on him not to ask any questions, even if what I intend to do is downright crazy.

I open the door to the room slowly, expecting Marie to be waiting for me with a weapon. I"m disappointed when I only find her pacing back and forth like a trapped animal.

She"s weak.

It turns my stomach just looking at her.

"You have some nerve! Do you know who I am? You think you can do what you want to me, and they"ll be no consequences?" She hisses at me.

"No." I roar, and she jumps back in surprise, "The real question is do you know who the fuck I am?"

Leaving her speechless, I walk toward the other side of the room where all the toys are kept locked up. "As for who you are, I know exactly who you are. My wife. You"re mine to do with as I see fit. You are to obey. Something it seems like you"ve got a bit of a problem with." I come back over with a pair of handcuffs in my hand, and her eyes go wide.

"You come into my brother"s establishment and make me look like a fool. Why? Did you honestly think it wouldn"t get back to me?"

"I didn"t care." She replies through her clenched jaw.

"I"m sure you didn"t, but you see, I can"t let that go unpunished. That would make me look weak. You don"t want that in a husband."

She doesn"t even fight when I grab her wrists and attach the handcuffs to them.

"What are you doing? You can"t think leaving me tied up in here is going to stop me from doing what I want to do."

"No, of course not. If you want to make a fool out of yourself, you"re going to find a way to do that, but what I can do is make sure you know that you"ll be punished every time you do it."

At that moment, Diego walks in with the two men that I asked him for. Both of them have masks on their faces and are shirtless. They almost look like extras from a low-budget movie. I don"t have the effort to laugh at it. They"ll do fine for what I have planned.

"What the hell is this! Let me go right now!" Marie yells as I pull her arms up and attach them to the small hook that"s dropped down from the ceiling.

"Don"t fight now. Save your strength. You"re going to need it."

"You can"t do this! I"m your wife."

I grab her face hard, squeezing her cheeks as I stare into her face.

I don"t know what my father saw in her to make him think that she"d ever be more than just a thorn in my side, but I don"t see it.

"You are my wife, but tonight that fact seems to have slipped your mind. So I offer you a choice. Either you admit to both of our fathers that you came into a sex club to entice another man while you were married to me, or you can let these two men punish you in whatever way I deem fit. Take into consideration that it won"t take much for me to ask for a divorce after the stunt you pulled today. No one in my family or yours would bat an eye once they found out you were in a sex club. Hell, how do I know you"re not in here cheating on me? My father would never go for you tarnishing our name like that."

Her face falls, and any thought of complaining seems to fall from her mind. Her marriage to me is as important to her family as it is to mine. Neither wants to be responsible for going against the treaty.

"I didn"t cheat. You know I didn"t."

I don"t think Diego would let something like that happen, but it"s all about appearances. Why else does someone come to a sex club besides wanting to get railed? It wouldn"t take much for me to get my father and her father to believe she stepped out on the marriage, which would dissolve any contract they had between each other. Of course, that would mean the alliance we had between the families would be on shaky ground yet again, but I"d worry about that when the time came.

"I don"t know what you did when you stepped foot in here. My brother doesn"t either." I glance over to my brother, who only shrugs his shoulders and continues to look at Marie as if she were prey ready for the slaughter.

"I"m not going to let you win that easily." Marie stares at me, and I shake my head at the conviction in her words. She really believes that, doesn"t she?

"What are you going to have them do to me?" She questions, and I glance over to the two men I"ve allowed into the crazy relationship that is my marriage.

"You need to be punished. They"ll take care of that for me. Once it"s finished, we"ll never speak of this again. One way or another, you"re going to learn your place."

I turn my back on her and make my way to the door.

"Gentlemen, make sure she knows better than to disobey me. She should never want another session with you again." I tell the two men who are in the room with us. They slowly slink their way toward my wife. No doubt ready to get their hands on the woman who"s been tempting them all night.

I"ve no doubt they"re going to enjoy everything that they get to do to her, and Marie will never again attempt to use my brother"s club as a place to make me look weak. I walk out the door just as the first snap of a whip slices through the air.

Diego follows me out of the room, directing me to another empty room just next door.

"You don"t want to go out and make sure your club isn"t up in arms about losing their chance to get a piece of Marie Caprini?"

Diego chuckles but doesn"t seem even the least bit concerned.

"I"m not worried about my club. My patrons know better than to get out of hand, even if I"m not on the floor." He gestures to a seat for me at a small bar that is facing what looks like a blank wall. "After all, I don"t think you want to miss what"s going on with your wife." He slides his hand under the small tabletop and like magic, the clear wall that we"re sitting in front of changes from opaque to translucent. I can see...everything.

"What the hell. Is this how you get your rocks off, little brother?"

"I don"t question your quirks. Don"t start questioning mine." He pulls up a chair beside me and a bottle of wine from behind the bar. He pours both of us a glass before we sit back and watch the display the two men are putting on. I wonder if they know we"ll be watching?

We watch in silence for a few moments as one of the doms pull out equipment and toys that would make the most experienced man blush. I don"t flinch as I see them tear her bottoms off or the way her skin darkens to a deep cherry red after every swipe of the whip. She deserves this. To be punished for the way she"s ruined my life.

"Did you think she would stay home while you ran out on her?" Diego"s question cuts through the silence.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, turning my head to look at my little brother.

"I"m talking about the reason it took you nearly four hours to realize what was going on here. Where were you, Giancarlo, and don"t even think about lying to me."

"I don"t need to lie. I was with my woman." I down the rest of the wine in my cup and place it on the small bar in front of us.

"No, your woman is right there, being disciplined by the men who get off on doing so. You were not here."

"You and I both know she"s not my woman, no matter what father might say or what that priest decreed. She"ll never be my woman."

"That means you were with Rosie?" Diego asks, though I"m sure he already knows the answer.

I simply stare at him until he looks away.

"God damn it, Giancarlo, what"s it going to take for you to realize you"re the one fucking up here. You can"t go against the family, no matter how badly you might want to, and the more you choose to continue with Rosie, the worse you"re going to end up hurting her as well. This isn"t all about you."

I swipe my hand across the bar, sending the two wine goblets flying across the room and shattering against the wall. "You don"t think I know that? You don"t think I know what will happen if Babbo finds out that I can"t stay away from her? I just need some time. Find a way..."

"You don"t have time, Giancarlo. As much as the whole family sympathizes with you, none of us will be able to save you if this gets out. And if Marie keeps acting the way she"s acting, there"s no way he"s not going to figure it out. What you need to do is get her under control first."

I smirk and gesture toward the clear wall, "I think I have her well under control now."

"This won"t last, and you know it."

I toss my head back and let out a growl before leaning my arms on the table and dropping my head to my hands. "If you only knew..."

"I"ll never know. At least I hope I"ll never have to know," Diego shakes his head.

"Well, staying single is one way to make sure that you don"t have these problems." I lift my head only to see a drawn look on his face. "Tell me you haven"t gotten involved with someone."

"No, nothing like that..."

"But?"

"But that doesn"t mean that I don"t have my eyes on someone. I just didn"t want to get her involved with the family, at least not any more than what she already is."

"Wait, what do you mean, anymore? It"s someone with ties to the family?" I"m completely confused now. I guess I haven"t been paying much attention to my little brother.

"Not really. Look, I don"t want to talk about it. She"s never around anyway. I"ve only seen her once or twice, but I thought there might"ve been something there." He shrugs and moves away from his chair, digging in his pocket. A tick under his eye lets me know that I"ve hit a nerve.

"Fine, I"ll drop it for now, but make sure you keep yourself covered. If it"s not someone with the Bianucci blood in their veins, they are expendable. Hell, even we are expendable. Don"t get too deep with whoever this is."

"I know, Gian. Trust me, I know." He nods his head.

I can"t warn him any more than I have. After all, I"m in my own pile of shit for being in love with someone my father suddenly deemed unsuitable for me. I"d hate for the same thing to happen to my little brother.

I watch for a little while longer as the men continue to work Marie over; soon her tears turn into what looks like soft whimpers. The show is no longer amusing to me.

"Keep her here for another two hours before you let her sleep. I"m sure she"ll be good and tired out."

"Wait, you"re going to leave?"

"Yes, unlike you, I need to get some sleep. After all, we still have to figure out who"s got it out for our father. The duties that come along with being part of this family never end." I give him a weary smile before I get up from my seat and making my way to the door. Diego doesn"t follow behind me. He"s too busy looking at what is going on with Marie.

My body is screaming for sleep; the few hours I"ve gotten with Rosie earlier have done nothing to reinvigorate me.

My feet barely carry me out of the club, I walk down the street toward my car, pressing the key fob to turn it on.

Before I can open the door and get in, my phone buzzes in my pocket once again.

It"s like the night that never fucking ends.

Pulling out my phone, I"m surprised to see Romeo"s number on the screen. I"d been waiting on information about this asshole Rosie has been spending time with, Jasper, but I didn"t think he"d get it so fast.

"Romeo?" I answer quickly, not wanting him to hang up before I get the information.

"Yeah, Giancarlo, you"re not going-"

The rest of his words are cut off by the sound of hissing. Hissing coming from my car.

I only have time to take two steps back before the explosion knocks me off my feet, tossing me back against the storefront behind me.

Pain slices through my body as I watch my car being engulfed in flames.

I was supposed to be in that car.

Someone wants me dead.