Alberto looked at his wife one last time as she lay on the bed and sobbed.
He didn't know why he hit her, but he didn't mean to.
He stood at the balcony of his expansive penthouse overlooking the city.
"Shit! shit! shit!" he swore, his voice rising.
He couldn't stop himself.
He hated it when she stopped him. When she came up with a flimsy excuse so he couldn't touch.
He wasn't sure why she couldn't always tell that he would catch her in her lying act.
"Surely she didn't think she married a fool? "He thought to himself. "Does she think my father would will an empire to a fool?"
"I am no fool"
"I know when a bitch is lying to me." He thought.
Yet, he hated to see her cry. It infuriated him at the same time.
He tried to pull on his soft trousers. He needed to leave the house; everything was starting to irritate him, but he thought of apologising to her.
"Cara Mia," he called.
He went back to the bed where Camilla laid, rolled up in a ball as she cried.
He raised his hands to touch her; she shrugged as her sobs got louder.
He decided he knew what to do, He would give her some space.
He threw on a shirt, put on his dark blazer and left the room.
One of his bodyguards was waiting for him outside.
All he wanted to do was clear his head.
He walked to the sitting room, where he saw Michael. He signaled to him to bring the car around. He needed to get to the club.
As he got into the car, he thought about what gift he would buy for Camilla. He smiled because he knew what she would like.
He would call their jewelry supplier to find a unique set of gold earrings for his cara.
He knew she would love it.
He clapped his hands together.
Valentino Alberto Ricci was the first son of Antonio Ricci, the most feared mafia boss in Sicily. He was the next in line in the Ricci family.
Everyone knew what that meant. As the first and legitimate son of his father, he had shown his father both in deeds and in character that he was up for the responsibility.
He called Michael from the back seat of his Rolls-Royce, "Call Signor Roto, to pick the finest gold earrings for my Cara and write a note on it saying- 'I am sorry', when you drop me at the club, you can go take care of that."
When they arrived at the club, Michael rushed to open the door quickly and Alberto stepped out of the car.
Geneva should be waiting for him. He walked quickly into his office and sat down for a few seconds. He stood back up and opened his liquor cabinet.
He poured himself a 16-year-old Glenfarclas.
He itched to sniff some powder, but he had sworn to his father that he would stop, and yes, he did stop. But today has been nerve-racking.
Well, he would drown the feeling with something else.
Geneva should be in his inner bedroom by now.
He pushed a button behind his chair on the wall, and the wooden wall folded and showed another door.
He opened the door with a simple key card.
Geneva was in all fours waiting for him.
She had worn her red kinky collar and tied herself to one of the bed poles. Her dark hair flowed down on one side of her, accentuating her beautiful face. She looked up at him, staring with bright eyes like she had no other interests in the world.
He liked that about her, she always knew how to get him ready by getting ready for him.
She wore a black latex bikini suit that brought out her ass cheeks and covered just her nipples leaving her breast area to stand freely.
She complemented the outfit with red heels and bright red lipstick.
He loved her mouth; that mouth of hers would be all over his crocth soon.
"Welcome, Master," She said, now with her knees on the floor and her arms up.
Alberto could feel the heat on his croth already.
"I have been a bad girl, and I need some spanking to get me wet for you."
She purred as she went back to her all fours.
He took out the leather spanking paddle from a drawer at the side of the bed lined with other sex toys.
He sat down on the bed and she moved on her knees and positioned her ass just right for him to give her a good spanking. He whipped her ass until she was sore red and crying.
He enjoyed spanking her, but right now, he couldn't wait to let loose his trousers so she could put her red lips on his crotch.
"Come here, baby, I know what you want."
"Yes, master, please reward me with the pleasure."
She turned to face him with her ass cheeks tingling hot from all the spanks. Her face looked flushed, with her mascara smeared around her eyes from crying. He loved how sexy she looked.
She opened up his zippers and took him into her mouth.
She drove him to climax so quickly,
He held her head tightly, and when he could hold it any longer, he pulled her away and spilled his seed on her face.
He loved the look of relish on her face.
Her smile was visible through the whitish smear of seed. She tried to lick off as much as she could.
"Good baby he said" patting her ass lightly.
He zipped his trousers and left the room.
Camilla
Camilla lay on the soft Egyptian cotton wool bed, trying to will the courage to get up and have a warm bath. Her head was throbbing so hard. She was so worn out, tired of being used by Alberto. Her face had the bruise marks from the beating she had just received from her husband before he forced himself on her.
She knew if her father heard of this, he would turn in his grave. She never thought she would resent Alberto as much as she did now; "he was plain disgusting," She thought to herself.
She didn't want him to touch her one bit.
The only reason she got married to him was because her father insisted that it was best for their family business. He insisted that she needed to marry into the Ricci family to save the family.
Now her father is dead, the Ricci family ended up taking over his businesses anyways. They had sent her mother to the elderly institute and sent her brother to the university, leaving her with Alberto.
She understood that her father had done it to protect her, but she was starting to grow weary of paying the price.
She dragged herself off the bed and into the bathroom. She sat in the bathtub and let the water flow, touching the bruises in her arm. It hurt her bad.
She started to cry again. Then, in an instant, it was like she came up with an idea, and she stood up in the bath. Her wet dark hair was plastered on her body. Camilla was a beautiful woman with voluptuous breasts, well-rounded hips and slender legs.
"I could run away, leave town", she thought to herself. She had never considered running away before now. She thought about how much she had in savings and all she had been hiding away. It might be enough to start a new life.
Maybe she would travel to where they would not dream to find her. She didn't know if she could.
She knew that if they found her, life would be worse for her. They would keep her under lock and key.
She was scared; she sat back down on the bathtub, and the sting of water reminded her of her bruises. She started to cry again.
Then she wiped her tears, dabbed her body with her rose pink towels and came out of the bathtub. She looked at the large clock in the bedroom. It was 2 pm, and it was Saturday.
Her husband would not be back till midnight today, so she had time to pack a few things and leave town for good.