Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance - Part 1 (Roman Crime Family) Read Online Free Page B

she comes to the all the shows. No biggie.” He said it just like that, too.
    Like he honestly didn’t think it was a big deal. Jess, on the other hand watched her vision get hazy...and red.
    “An hour? So, you basically fucked her?” Her voice was quiet. Too quiet.
    “No more than you fuck every single guy that walks into that club each night. I fucking deal with it. So can you.”
    “Really, Eric? You’ve dealt with it one night. One . I’ve put up with your groupie whore shit for six months. Six , Eric. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed. I’m tired. Tired and done.”
    She attempted to push past him. He grabbed her, shoving her up against the wall.
    “What did you just say?”
    Jess swallowed. Her pulse began to beat erratically against her throat.
    “I-I said I was tired and-”
    He backhanded her across her face. Hard. She muffled a scream as pain coursed through her body.
    “Say it again, bitch.”
    She gave a bitter laugh, watching his face change right before her eyes. She knew that look well. She should. She’d dealt with it for as long as she could remember. Realizing at that moment who he reminded her of.
    Her father.
    Why hadn’t she seen this before? It all made so much sense.
    “It takes a bitch to know one, Eric. And get your fucking hands off of me. Now .”
    He hit her again, pressing his hands against her throat hard enough to cut off her air supply.
    “Learn your place, mami . It’s on my arm. As my little stripper Barbie. You knew the rules of this relationship. You agreed to them the day you decided to fuck me. Don’t make me hurt you again, baby.”
    He wiped the tears rolling down her cheek, licking the saltiness off with his tongue. “You know it hurts me to do this.”
    She stood stunned, as he eventually removed his hands. She immediately started coughing. Trying to get as much air in her lungs as possible.
    What the hell just happened?
    Did this fucker just put his hands on her? 
    She slid down the wall, sitting on the floor dumbfounded. He bent to her, raising her head, kissing her on her lips.
    “Come to bed, mami . You have to get up in three hours for your audition.”
    He’s speaking to you. Say something before he hits you again.
    “I’ll be there in a few minutes Eric. I have to wash my face.”
    “Hurry up, love. I want that sweet pussy of yours fucked raw before I go to bed.”
    She headed to the bathroom, not answering.
    “Jess?”
    “What, Eric?”
    “Don’t take too long.”
    He smiled at her. A slight warning in his tone.
    She turned on the light, looking in the mirror. He left a hand print on her face. You could see where he choked her. She would bruise for sure.
    Her nose started bleeding, too. She grabbed some tissue, dabbing her nose robotically. All her gestures familiar.
    She was experiencing déjà vu.
    It was ok. No new territory, at least.
    She knew what to do.
    She removed her dress. Washed her face. Did a couple of lines to calm her nerves.
    Looking back in the mirror, her bruised, battered reflection staring back at her impassively. Judging her, yet again.
    She turned off the light, walking naked toward the bed.
    Showtime .

8
     
    She woke to the sound of the alarm.  
    “Oh my god, what the hell time is it? Turn that fucker off.” Eric’s voice was heavy, laden with sleep.
    Jess looked over at him, watching while he lay there angelic, and peaceful.
    Fucking bastard.
    Every inch the monster her father was.
    She slid the covers off, seeing several bruises on her arms, legs and breasts.
    He made sure he kept his word last night. He wasn’t gentle. 
    Foul, alcohol-laced breath…sweaty hands…suffocating her…moving all over her body, touching her…violating her…thrusting forcefully…her coming with him, feeling sick inside that he could still make her do that, knowing she was pretty badly fucked up to not leave him...
    She hit the snooze button on purpose, getting out of bed.
    His jeans were flung to the floor. She picked