“Gray or tan?” Ivanna asks as she stood, staring at the swatches she painted on the wall.
“Definitely gray,” I replied, standing next to her as we both tilted our heads.
“I’m glad you agree!” We both started laughing as I began prepping the gray paint.
“When do you find out what you’re having?” I asked, pouring the paint into the tray.
“We find out in two weeks, and I hope they are all girls!” Ivanna frowned.
“Why’s that?” I couldn’t help but ask. Ivanna’s hormones have been all over the place lately, and her mood swings entertained me.
“Because it will be payback for Milosh being a pain in my ass!” She snickered.
Again, I found myself hunched over in laughter. In the past month, Ivanna and I have become a lot closer, but that should be a given now that I’m staying with her and Milosh. It all happened the night Lincoln and I went to discuss the new contract. I ended up leaving that meeting furious and hurt, and when we got back to the house, things only got worse.
“Alaiyah, can we just talk about this?!” Lincoln yelled as I slammed my car door closed.
“I’m over it, Lincoln!” I yelled back at him as I walked up to the front door.
“Well, if you were over it, you wouldn’t be yelling!” He raised his brow as he unlocked the door.
“Oh my god! I am so over you! I can’t wait till we’re divorced!” I stormed up the stairs to the bedroom, slamming the door behind me as I entered.
Suddenly, the door flew open and in walked, one very pissed off Lincoln.
“We are NOT getting a divorce, and that is final!” He yelled, storming over to my side of the bed
“Well, I’m NOT signing that agreement!” I made sure to match his tone.
“We have no choice, Alaiyah!” His voice was pissing me off, more with each second.
“No, I WON’T have a choice,” I corrected.
“YOU will have YOUR stupid Mafia!” In the heat of the moment, I picked up one of the table lamps and sent it flying right past Lincoln’s head.
“Oh, how fucking mature, Alaiyah!... and by the way, just in case you’ve forgotten, it was this fucking mafia life that bought you everything that you fucking own!” Lincoln was now screaming in my face.
“I could never forget because you NEVER FUCKING LET ME!“I ended up pushing him back as he was getting to close for comfort.
“You want to forget fucking? I’ll let you forget!” With that, Lincoln stalked back over to me, and that was the breaking point.
“You want to forget so fucking bad?!” Lincoln wrapped his hand around my neck and pushed me to the bed.
Next thing I knew, Lincoln had his legs on either side of me, and I heard the sounds of fabric ripping.
“You don’t need these clothes because you want to forget so badly!” I felt the cold air hit my newly exposed chest as Lincoln continued ripping.
“And you won’t need these fucking undergarments either!” With one swift motion, Lincoln pulled my bra by the cups and ripped it in half.
“Lincoln, stop! GET OFF OF ME!” Fear began to set in as a dark look washed over Lincoln’s face.
“No, you wanna forget so fucking badly!” He yelled as I began to fight him off.
“I SAID GET OFF OF ME!” I pounded my fists into his chest, only for him to grip my wrist, pinning me down.
“You’re nothing but a fucking whore! A selfish whore! I’ve done nothing but help you. Protect you. Love you. And this is how you’re gonna repay me?” I felt a stinging sensation on my face as Lincoln’s weight lifted off of me.
He slapped me across the face, then got up and stormed into the closet. Felling completely exposed, I hugged the two sides of my dress together as I cried. If he thought I was considering divorce before, I was definitely gonna sign those papers now.
“You pathetic piece of shit! Take your trash and leave!” I felt Lincoln dragging me across the room by my hair. I then heard him open the bedroom door, and I felt him throw me out, causing me to fall to the floor.
“You’re disgraceful.” Next thing I knew, I felt his spit hit my face, followed by the weight of a suitcase hitting my head.
As my mind was trying to play catch up with the events that had just taken place, I vaguely recall hearing Lincoln stomping down the stairs, followed by the front door open, then slamming shut. I can’t tell you what happened next or how long I was slumped in that spot, crying; but at some point, I heard footsteps running up the stairs and a very familiar Russian voice, and feeling suddenly exposed as my dress hung open, exposing my boobs to the world.
“Little one, what happened?!” Milosh yelled as he began taking his suit jacket off.
“I-I-I need to get out of this house! I need to go!” I cried out, shaking.
“Okay, we’ll go. Let me call Boss.” The worry, prevalent in his voice.
“NO! He’s the one that did this!” I screamed, shaking even more.
“Okay, okay, okay. I won’t call him, but you need to this on,” he said, wrapping his jacket around me.
Milosh was a very tall guy, around six-foot-five, and he was so muscular that his suit jacket looked like a robe on me.
“I will take you to my house; you can stay as long as you need.” His voice was now calm and soothing as he helped me up and walked me over to his car.
Just like he did on my wedding night, Milosh opened the car door and helped me get in. He then put my seatbelt on for me before rounding the front of the car. Silently Milosh got in and took off driving. The whole way to his house, Milosh didn’t say a single word, and I just sat next to him, silently weeping.
“Hello?! Earth to Alaiyah!” I blinked a couple of times, only to see Ivanna snapping her fingers in my face.
“Yeah, what!” I asked, shaking my head.
“I said, do you wanna order pizza after we’re done painting?” Ivanna repeated,
“Yeah, pizza is fine,” I answered; still a little zoned out.
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