Mancini's POV
My heart drummed so many times that I didn't even know how to control it. It wasn't jealousy; it was anger. I didn't know how else to control the rage I felt inside.
Even when it was her birthright to become a mafia ruler, and take over her father's business, which wasn't doing so well, the fact that she was above the chain before me was something I couldn't take.
"You lying bitch!" I screamed, hitting her with the belt continuously. No one could stop me, not even her.
She kept pleading, and only when I felt satisfied did I stop. However, that wasn't all. I had another torment installed.
She wept miserably, but her tears didn't move me. After all, that was how I was always treated, which was something I had to bear.
"Take off your clothes…" Despite the way tears filled her eyes, she managed to raise her face up so she could get a view of my face.
