"Get your things and lets go," he said slowly in a cold tone.
"Go where?" She said in a calm manner that surprised him just as Max walked into the room.
He clearly was happy to see Nyasha but said nothing nor did he dare display any emotion. Whispering something into Marcel's ear anger was all she registered on her so called husbands' face as he put his gun away as he said something in italian.
A few minutes later Max came back holding her bags as she looked clearly shocked by this.
"Shall we," he said in a flat tone indicating she move.
She did not budge from her spot as pain shot up her arm when he gripped her roughly.
Tears quickly welled in her eyes as the dogs growled angrily.
They did not move as she told them to stay put. As he tugged her out he spoke to another man.
"Kill the bloody pests," he said as Nyasha cried, "No! Please Marcellus! Please don't!" She cried as he took her to the car.
"Shut up," he snapped angrily gripping her throat.
The ride to the airport was tense as she sat plastered to the door away from him. He didn't say a word too focused on whatever was on his phone. Boarding the jet she refused to acknowledge him when he spoke to pissed off to even say a single word to him. Arriving home they were greeted by his family who all looked beyond worried. His parents looked like they had aged rapidly in the two months she had last seen them.
"Thank goodness you are safe child," Helen said enveloping her into a tight hug which fortunately she did not return.
His father avoided any form of eye contact once she looked at him, more like glared at him. His eyes turned into narrow slits as he looked at her receding form. Who knew who she could trust, the whole family might have been in on the charade.
"How was your trip back home. How is everyone there?" Ellen said jovially as it dawned at her that she had no idea.
"I did try to call you but the number Marcellus have me was not connecting," Helen said as both ladies flanked her. "I was worried about you and the baby," she added as Nyasha remained quiet looking around her as numerous men stood at attention.
"Let's go," Marcel growled as he passed them heading towards the cars.
"So did you bring us any goodies?" Ellen enquired as Marcel sat behind the wheel his father taking the passenger seat as the girls sat back.
"Fortunately no. Maybe next time," she said faking a yawn.
"You must be exhausted," Helen said with a find smile.
Nodding her head yes, she sat back and tried her best to look relaxed.
Walking into the house she headed straight to the nursery locking the door before he could say anything as she let the tears out. Looking around the room she felt anger. This was the reason behind all her demise. She was just an oven, baking a little but and once done she would be discarded. Her baby would live with that monster. The man who had orchestrated all her pain.
Walking down towards the kitchen she found everyone in the kitchen.
"What can I fix for you," he asked as though nothing was wrong.
She looked at him from head to toe as he stood rigid. He was angry, she could tell, by the sudden twitch of his eye. Cursing in her native language which left everyone flabbergasted she headed towards the refrigerator herself grabbing a few things to make herself a sandwich.
"Would you care for some," she smiled at Ellen and Helen who sat stunned by her reaction to Marcel.
Marcel stood up followed by his father as they left the ladies alone.
After a few minutes she stood leaving the room heading straight for his office.
Barging into the office she found both men looking beyond angry as his father spoke.
"Please continue. We are after all family," she said taking a seat.
"Nyasha please," Roberto said.
"Forgive me sir. But may I be blunt," she said in a voice that left the man speechless as she struggled to her feet.
Yes her confidence had been building up, but now this was a mixture of confidence, anger and something much more.
"The two of you ruined my life for an heir," she said softly. "Hired a man to violate me, break me, only for you to 'fix me' just so you could have an heir. Why did you choose me? Because I was an 'easy target' as you said. Deport me back home for all I care, who wants this life if this is what it really means I will endure for the rest of my life. Lies, deceit, hatred. Do you even know what I went through. The scars I now bear because of your actions. Do you know that because of you u am unable to sleep peacefully at night. That I have to relive each and every horrifying event night after night, day after day, all because of you.
Thank you for teaching me a lesson. Never will I trust another man. Ever again. Don't talk to me, touch me. Matter of fact treat me like I am the plague or you will never see this baby or myself again. And we're I go, not even your best man can track me.
You even had the guts to lie to your closest family members, your own mother, your own wife. No wait I guess you are truly blood related, lying to the people you claim you love. You had my heart and dropped it in an instant. I don't even want to see you after this, you disgust me. Every single thing about you is disgusting.
You are a weak little man indeed, devising such a plan to have a child. A nonentity, a nobody in my eyes. I hate you for what you have done to me," she said as she shook with anger whilst they stood unmoving. Not a single expression on their features.
"How did I get myself into such a mess," she thought as she recalled the days before she married Malcolm.
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Shaking her head in disappointment she left the office as tears blinded her sight. She lost her footing as she descended the stairs just as Ellen called out for her.
The last thing she heard was the piercing scream Ellen produced as she lay at the bottom of the straircase.
A few days later she woke up to find him in the room.
"What are you doing in here?" She asked startling him awake as he quickly moved to her side.
"Don't touch me!" She screamed trying to remove his hands as he became rigid looking angry. "What? Are you angry? What are you going to do to me. Kill me like you did my dogs. Murder me like you did my heart? Get the hell out of my room!" She yelled as he remained stationary.
"Nyasha what is the matter?" Alexis asked.
"Get him out of here!" She said as the heart monitor beeped loudly.
"Please just leave the room," Alexis said snapping him out of his daze as he stepped away from the bed slowly walking out.
After being checked on she went back to sleep. A few hours later she woke up to find Alexis in the room, looking worried.
"Why did you tell him?" Nyasha asked.
"Because he threatened to kill my entire family in the blink of an eye. The man is ruthless enough to do it," she said looking worried.
Looking around she realized she was back home.
"Why am I not in hospital? No don't answer that I already know," she said weakly.
"I'm sorry Nyasha," she said.
"Don't be. Just stay safe please. Promise me you will remain safe."
"I should be asking that of you," Alexis said with a weak smile. "Get some rest dear."
Giving her a slight nod, she succumbed to sleep.
Day after day Alexis would be the one in her room when she woke up. Ellen and Hellen where the only two other people she would talk to. Once Roberto dared to visit her but she ignored him.
It was only after Helen asked her did she reveal the truth which resulted in a rift within the family. She felt terrible that she was the reason for this rift, but they had to know, right?
Enjoying themselves as they basked in the sun, they fell silent once either one of them passed by. Both men looked pathetic as they tried to gain their attention.
Preparing a meal they would eat alone making sure there was nothing for them. Since they were big enough to make life altering decisions, they were surely big enough to cook a decent meal for themselves. Preparing their favorite dishes which they knew both men loved they ate as they watched. Laughing their hearts out at their anger.
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Calling Max, Marcel told him to prepare the car as they left the house once Nyasha had arrived.
Louch chanting could be heard as they walked into the old abandoned house before a hush fell in the room. The mc who had been enthusiastically calling out the shots swallowed his words once he saw Marcellus.
Removing his shirt the cracking of his bones as he loosened up could be heard in the silent room.
"Set it up," Marcel said as two men stood forward.
Bare knuckle fighting was what he wanted to release all his fustration. Each word she said rang in his ears blocking out the cheers of his men. Punch after punch he heard something break not carting if it was him or the other guy. After some time he felt hands pulling him back knowing full well who it was. Only Max would dare pull him back.
Stumbling back into the car he didn't know how he got home but found himself standing under the stinging heat of water as his blood and that of the two men went down the drain. Each word replayed in his head as he sunk down crying as he realized the extent of his actions.
He had damaged the one woman he was in love with.
"Nyasha," he said walking into her room as she sat up startled.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled as he knelt beside the bed.
"Please," he said claiming her lips moving away when she bit him.
"Don't touch me ever again," she spat wiping her lips vigorously as though fighting off some foreign matter.
His breathing was deep and harsh as his hand shot out to grip her neck.
"You will obey me," he growled in a sinister voice as he released her leaving her coughing and gasping for air.
She couldn't sleep fearing he would return for her. Walking into the bathroom she filled the tub with warm water as she took out a blade. Slicing open her wrists she sunk into the tub letting the warmth calm her as her hands hung out of the tub creating a puddle.
Okay so updated early, well more like spent some time writing this bit for those of you asking questions or still confused. Hope you are now with the rest of the group who got it...
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