Nancy slowly walked into her marital room to find Damon lying on the bed. It was quarter to two. The only source of light in his room was the moon shining from the large windows. She was standing naked. Her wedding gown was still lying close to the couch. The balcony was closed with its doors drawn.

She limped her way to the bathroom. It was her first time in his bathroom. Previously, she had used the guest bathroom. It was larger and had a small pool for the bathtub in the middle. She walked ahead with her one hand holding the wall but the moment she looked at herself in the mirror she indeed looked pathetic. Her makeup was ruined. Her lip was cut and bruised. Her temple had a bump in his full wake. The right cheekbone had a bruise from when he hit her head on the table. She was indeed most worried about her wounded arm. With such treatment, she couldn't heal. Her belly had a dark purple bruise and it hurt the most. It was the place he had kneed and punched. In the area where the edge of the table had bruised her skin was sore. And, a deep red mark appeared there too. His bite marks had turned purple too. His deep marks on her pale skin were too apparent. He was right. She was indeed pathetic. She walked to the other side of the bathroom where the wine bottles were placed. She picked one and started chugging it down her throat. She wished it could numb some of the pain.

She wanted to soak her body in the hot water for some time but didn't want to use such a huge bathtub. So, she stood under the hot shower instead and cried holding the wall. Or else she could fall with this sadness that was consuming her. And, once she got tired she sat on the floor and let the water wash the traces of him. She couldn't help but wonder how such people could be cruel. She was right to decide that she will never marry such a person in her life. But here she was. Married exactly to the kind she hated the most. Mafia, trafficking, killings and drugs were the stuff she knew her husband was involved in to make his family strong and powerful.

Nancy walked out wearing his bathrobe. She was very careful about not waking him up. She didn't want to take one more step but had to pick her wedding gown and get it aside so he can't recall any of what had happened the night before. She looked through Aria's stuff but none of her inner garments were her size. She indeed had more obvious curves than her. Nancy could recall how beautiful Aria was. She knew a thing or two to make her customers crazy for her lap dance. Nancy was still convinced that Aria had used her stupid and good-for-nothing brother to execute her eloping stunt. Or must have dumped Ken already somewhere.

There were no dresses that she could wear for casuals. Every dress was more spectacular than the other. She had to choose a silver one. It didn't have any ornaments that could hurt her during her sleep. She dropped her bathrobe and slipped into the dress. It was a little loose on her and it seemed like a good thing because it would let her breathe a little while she have some shuteye.

She turned around and wondered where to sleep. His bed was out of option. She didn't want to wake up with a punch or yet another assault. She walked to the couch and sat there for an hour before she slept on the couch.

Damon woke up around eight in the morning. Nobody had the authority to wake him up. It was morning for him when he would wake up. He raised his hand to have a look at the clock. "Coffee!" He yelled making Nancy jolt out of her sleep.

"What?" She gasped and wondered what had happened. But the moment she realized where she was, she regretted making that word. She noticed how Damon too had gotten alert. In the middle of the night, she had slipped into sleep and was lying on her back on the couch seemingly just fine. Damon slowly turned to the other side and looked at her lying on the couch. There was a surge of anger for a moment. But then his eyes looked at her body to her face and then back to her body. A smile appeared on his lips. Nancy looked battered.

Her hair was air-dried and while all the makeup was removed from her face nicely, the traces of all the abuse were apparent even more. It was painting all over.

Damon supported his head getting his elbow on the pillow. "Come here," Nancy slowly rose from her couch and walked to him. But when she stopped at his bed he raised his other hand and gestured with the two fingers for her to move closer. She leaned toward him and he was quick to get his hand on her neck. Nancy groaned but Damon was quick to grit in her ear. "How much you love getting Aria's stuff? Don't you?" Nancy fell on the bed and Damon was quick to get over her.

"What? Her man, her wedding, her outfit? Where does it end my wife?" Nancy who now knew how cruel he could be shivered in fear. His hold around her neck wasn't too tight at the moment but looking into his eyes she could tell he was ready to hurt her.

"I will get it off." She barely whispered. She didn't want him to touch anywhere but still, his hand came to rest on her waist. "Will you?" She nodded but when he didn't budge she tried to get the dress off only for him to start ripping it from all the places. She turned away and tried to get her knees closer to her body. He ripped it all over her back and noticed those fresh marks he had given her the night before.

Nancy was hiccupping hiding her face in her elbows and tried to curl into a ball as much as she could. She didn't want him to hurt her anywhere she couldn't bear it anymore. The dress was already loosened around her body now.

"The last thing you should be doing is wearing the clothes that I have seen that bitch in." She didn't respond to his advice. She was scared to lose her defence. And, annoyed as to why she didn't respond to him he yelled punching her head. "Get this in your head!" Luckily her wrist bore the impact that was wrapped over her head.

Damon got out of the bed and walked out of his room. He was mad in the morning. He knew it wouldn't end until he got his hands on Aria and her bastard lover. He took the coffee mug in the way that was coming to his room. Sipping on it he was quick to call for Robert who didn't pick up.

"Fuck!" Damon hissed,

He had to get his hands on Aria and Ken as soon as possible. He knew he won't be able to do anything until he isn't done with that bitch and her lover. She had to pay for the damage she had caused to his Romeo's heart. This is what he felt for her. He could have given her the world. But now the only thing he wanted to give her was the most painful death. He wanted to skin her alive.

He called Joseph and was quick to ask him when he picked. "Are you too sleeping with your bitch or what?"

"My lord, we had been watching the videos to all the check posts. We hadn't caught them in any of it. They are either still in the city or got into some pickup truck..."

"I am not calling you for theories. Remind me why we still need you, Joseph. Do you hear me? Kill if you have to. Burn the city if you have to. Get the rats out of their fucking holes!!!" Damon cut the call and took a shower in his office before he walked out. He was wearing a white shirt and a brown blazer with matching pants. He didn't have a tie and two of his buttons were open. He walked into the dining area but stopped seeing there was no one waiting for him already. A sly smile tinged with anger and annoyance appeared at his mouth. "Call Mrs Anderson,"

Even the server was able to pick up the annoyance he had on his face but walked away at once to fulfil the order. In two minutes another server was serving him the food on the table. The drapes were still drawn because he hadn't asked them to be pulled. He started with his food and was around three minutes into it when he picked the presence. But the moment he looked up he was taken aback only for a moment. Because a smile replaced it soon.

Nancy was standing in her wedding gown. Her hair was still air-dried. Her cheeks were smeared with dry tears. But those tears would be the last thing someone would notice. The bump on her temple, and bruises on her cheek, lips, neck and chest would take the spotlight any time. The lace he had tore off from the wedding gown was nowhere to be seen. Thus, her arms, and shoulders could clearly be seen. She had somehow managed to make that dress hang to her fine.

No one dared to pull a seat for her. Because no one knew how he wanted her to be treated. Eight servers and five guards were standing alert in the dining hall. But Damon was busy looking at the artwork he had enjoyed the last night. He was convinced he was somehow to control himself. Because God knew every fibre of his existence wanted to finish her off.

He gestured his hand to the seat at the other end for Nancy and one of the servers standing most close to that place walked to pull a chair for her. Damon was finding it amusing when he told her. "Good morning, thank you for gracing my table in this amazing gown."

Nancy stayed silent for a long moment. So, much so that Damon had already gotten his attention back to his breakfast and the server was serving Nancy with the breakfast already. Nancy raised her head to look straight at him before she stated, "You are always welcome."

Damon's hand holding the fork was frozen for a moment. His smile was gone. He didn't want this from her. She was no one to answer back to him. The problem wasn't in her answer. He could sense a kind of will in her voice. The will that shouldn't be anywhere when he had promised his hands around her neck until her death. What he wanted was to see her choking even when he didn't actually have his hands on her neck. While here she was daring to answer him back. The annoyance and failure were apparent in his eyes when he replied with a smile, "I will make good use of this welcome."

Am I happy and geared to do more after seeing so many comments on my last chapter? Yes!!!! Well, for some it won't be much. But for me, it is indeed a lot. Please leave more comments if you want to see me geared up. Love you all. XOXO.

Also, if any plot twist or scene you would want me to add or a particular situation or scene. I am open at this moment. I might add what clicks with me and my plot further.

Should I make an Instagram account where you can come and talk to me. Because Wattpad inbox'x is out of choice from now one. Tell me!!!

One more question for all the readers who are reading this story. This novel has a girl with really pale skin. Will you prefer another Mafia story with a black-skinned girl and that is set up in 1885 when most black people weren't given many amazing options in Russia and USA. That will be Russian Mafia mostly but the black girl will be from USA in the start. It will again be another instalment in the same Sin City series which means it will have the same wedding vows. Just another city and another mafia family's story.

I have two months of nothing and if you people kept encouraging me I will might update everyday.