▿ Author’s note: Hi guys! I just want to apologize for this update. It’s not my best but I hope you all like it! This chapter is kind of a filler but it was needed for the next chapter. As always, I just want to thank everyone that read, liked, and joined the taglist for this story. It means so much to me guys! I greatly appreciate every single one of you! I’m sorry if there are any grammar mistakes. I will try to go back later and fix those. If you would like, make sure to check out the taglist link and add your tumblr name to the list :) Let me know if you have any questions, concerns, or just want to chat! I love answering your questions! ▿
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I whimpered as he moved above me.
Caius moved his hips with mine as my fingers dug into his shoulders. I could smell the cigarette smoke that lingered from Victor, mixing with Caius’s cologne and the smell of increasing sweat. We had been going at it for a couple minutes, already finishing once and starting again. The first round was filled with nerves. I hadn’t been intimate with anyone in quiet some time, feeling nervous especially with Caius.
My heart was beating out of my chest as he slowly pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me exposed on top. His lips hesitantly found mine, almost asking for permission before I wrapped my arms around his neck. Our lips moved together in sync as our bare chest pressed together, his arms reaching down to my bottom, hiking me up on his hips. He knelt on the bed, dropping my body down on the mattress, our lips still connected. His lips soon started moving down, my fingers threading in his hair as he focused on my chest. His hands found the waistband of my shorts, removing his lips from my body, slowly pulling down my bottoms. I was now fully exposed, vulnerable. Even in the dark, I could feel his eyes raking down my body. I watched as he removed himself from the bed, stripping out of his pants before finding his place back on top of me.
I felt as he pulled the covers over our bodies, lining up our hips. My moans filled the air as our hips moved in sync, getting used to him as he took things slow. His lips danced across my neck, his teeth nipping and tugging on the skin. I heard the sound of a lighter igniting a cigarette, my eyes flashing over to Victor. The glow from flame igniting a low dim, his eyes perfectly trained on Caius and I.
My moans grew louder as Caius drew my body up to his, placing us in a sitting position. My legs were wrapped tightly around his hips, our chests once again flushed against one another. He went deeper, harder. I was holding on for dear life – his fingertips digging into my sides, making the pleasure even harder to resist…
▿ Author’s note: Hi guys!! I hope you all enjoy the new chapter. As you will notice, Caius and Vanessa are still bickering a lot but as the chapter goes on, you can see that there is something there between them. It’s just gonna take a while for it to be concrete. Also, I hate to leave you all on a cliffhanger but the document was 8 pages and I feel like the next chapter would be a good time to pick back up. I also want to thank you all again for supporting this story. It really does mean so much to me. I’m not a writer by profession. This is just a hobby of mine and I enjoy sharing my stories with you all. If there are any mistakes, I will try to go back and fix those. And, if you are interested, I have a link to the taglist above if you would like to be added :) Let me know what you think and if you have any questions regarding the story, I would love to answer those as well! ▿
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He slept on the floor that night while I took the bed.
He wasn’t going to let me out of his sight, not even for a minute after my disastrous, failed attempt. I woke up a couple times during the night, just staring at the ceiling, contemplating what my life was becoming. I was a wife. His family wanted me to become a mother. All of these things were foreign to me. I didn’t want children. I didn’t even know if I wanted to be married but yet here, we are. I stared at the wedding ring on my finger – twirling it around. I would glance down at Caius from time to time. Sometimes just staring at him, while also thinking of a way to smother him. Would I be able to do it without him waking up before I reached him?
I woke up the next morning to the sound of the bathroom door closing. “About time you woke up.” Caius spoke. I watched as he walked around the room, a towel wrapped around his naked waist. His hair was darker due to being wet, making his blue eyes shine. “We have a flight to catch in 30 minutes.” His deep voice even deeper in the morning.
I waited until he was out of the room, pulling the covers off my body, slamming the bedroom door closed. I stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath in. Today was the start of my “honeymoon.” The weather matched the occasion – dark and bleak. The rain drops slapped against the high-rise windows, creating a peaceful melody. I made my way over to the bathroom. The site before me even worse than the night before. My poor face was swollen – deeply purple. Bruising had popped up under my right eye now due to my broken nose. How was I supposed to cover this up? Makeup could only do so much.
Heavy footsteps carried me to the bedroom door, swinging back open as I walked through the suite. “Caius!” I yelled.
He quickly emerged, slipping his black, long sleeve shirt on. Confusion and worry written on his face. “What- what’s the matter?”
I aggressively pointed to my face, “How the hell am I supposed to go out looking like a fucking punching bag?”
His face quickly relaxed, “You have plenty of makeup, love.”
I rolled my good eye, “I’m sure you don’t know how makeup works but there is not enough makeup in the fucking Revlon factory that will cover all of is this up.”
He stared at me for a moment, “Well-“ He spoke. “I advise you to cover it up the best way you can.”
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I sat at the long table, finishing off the last of the whiskey that was left by the groomsmen.
I watched as the wedding party, my sister included, danced away to the music that blared from the DJ’s speakers. Everyone was having the time of their lives at my expense. My parents sat at a table near mine, talking and laughing with other party guest. My eyes shifted to where Caius stood, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he spoke to his uncle. I watched as he stared straight ahead, nodding his head every once in a while, as the other man spoke.
“My, my-“A soft voice sounded. “What a shame to see the beautiful bride sitting all by herself.” Aro Volturi took the seat next to mine, his hazel eyes connecting with mine. “A girl like you should be glowing.”
I chose to ignore him, leaning my elbows against the lace tablecloth. Aro and Marcus were known around town as Cheshire villains. They would smile and be polite but as soon as you turned your back, you either had a knife plunged into your flesh or your whole entire world turned upside down. They had taught those “life” skills to their nephew, shaping him to be the next king. I remember going to my parent’s store, watching behind the counter as he or his brother spoke to my father. The way he would smile but his eyes burned into your soul like a raging bonfire. I knew my parents were afraid of the Volturi men. They had the advantage of taking away everything they worked for, myself included.
“Now, now-“He reached for my hand – his grip making it hard to pull away from his touch. “My nephew chose you for a reason, my darling Vanessa. He’s had his eye on you for some time now.” His smile shown. “My nephew can have any woman he wants – desires. He wanted you and you now belong to him. You’re the queen to his king. You are there to make sure he’s comforted, cherished. You are here to give him an heir to this family. You my dear have the biggest job of all.”
“Bullshit.” I gritted my teeth, pulling my hand out of his vice hold.
His smile slowly faded as his eyes darkened. “I understand you’re angry, darling.” His voice low. “Just remember the reason for the occasion.” My eyes searched his. “You wouldn’t want to have your poor parents forced out of their business, would you?” The devil’s smile started to emerge. “A deal’s a deal, sweet Vanessa. You give my nephew the wife he needs and deserves. You stand by his side like a good wife should. You give him the child this family needs to move on and succeed once we have left this world. The Volturi name’s future is your responsibility.”
I watched silently as he stood up, smiling, before walking towards Caius and Marcus. His eyes glanced at me as he spoke to his nephew and brother, the same rotting grin on his face as before.
▾ Caius Volturi x OC ▾
▴ Warning: Murder, abuse (physical and emotional), sexual content, smoking, drug/alcohol abuse ▴
▿ Author’s note: Welcome to the first chapter! I decided to change the title last minute seeing as it matched better. I would defiantly recommend watching Jamie cover this song. The video is on Youtube and it’s amazing! As I stated in the previous post, this will not include any characters from Twilight other than Caius, Aro, and Marcus. The Volturi men will be members of a mafia family - no vampires. The Volturi men always gave me the mafia vibe, so I decided to try it out! I do not own any member of the Volturi - All rights reserved to the fabulous Stephanie Myers. This is purely fiction and something i’ve been wanting to do. I hope you all enjoy and if you would like to be tagged, please let me know! As for the updating schedule, I try to write on my days off, so I won’t give a definite schedule. I will post a picture preview before the actual chapter comes out. Again, thanks for reading - Enjoy! ▿
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The white lace stared back at me, mocking me as the lace and crystals danced in the late sunshine.
I watched as those around me hurried to get ready, fixing stray hairs, fixing smudged makeup, and adjusting dresses accordingly. I didn’t know half the people inside the large dressing room. My mom and sister off to the side as they finished getting ready themselves. Everything about this day was supposed to be special. It was my wedding day – the day girls like me dreamed of since we’ve been toddlers. I remember playing with my Barbies, making sure to give them the best wedding I could offer. Paper towel dresses and flowers picked from the garden littered the living room floor. I made sure to invite every Barbie I had, not leaving even Skipper out of the biggest event of the day. I always envisioned my own wedding being similar. I wanted the beautiful dress that flowed and dragged behind me just like a royal princess. I wanted all my friends and family there to watch as I married the man of my dreams. The ceremony and venue being one for the history books, drenched in crystals and flowers. As a kid, you have all these dreams but forget that in order to achieve such a grander event, you needed the money to pay for everything.
“Oh honey-“My mom’s voice sounded, her hand wrapped around my left arm. “You look absolutely stunning.”
I stayed silent, tears threatening to spill past the makeup. I didn’t have anything to say. Her smiled slowly fell realizing that I wasn’t going to answer. “Please, sweetheart.” She whispered. “Please just talk to me.” Her brown eyes glared into mine through the mirrored glass. A look of pity and desperation etched onto her aging face. “We had no choice, Vanessa.”
No choice.
I had just gotten home from work, the house painfully quiet as my parents sat in the living room. The last time they acted like that was when my grandfather passed away – 15 years ago. I was directed to have a seat next to my mom, her hand instantly grasping mine as she sniffed away threatening tears. I watched as my father struggled for a moment, finally figuring out his words. It was explained to me that I was basically bought- like a piece of cattle, a price too much for my parents to turn down. They were granted financial security – protection for their business that was slowly faltering. They tried to persuade me that it would not only benefit me, but it would also benefit my sister in the long run. They would have the money to keep a roof over her head and have the money to send her to college. It was like this was a saving grace for the family- I was that price to pay.
Caius Volturi was known around town as a villainous, spoiled gangster. His parents were killed when he was a young child, being raised by his uncles to take over the family business. The whole façade of a family winery being the backdrop of their illegal business endeavors. From the way my father talked, the Volturi family ran the area where their business was located. Caius and his uncles watched as my parents struggled, finally giving them an ultimatum – Me or their business. Being the righteous people they are, they gave away their oldest daughter in order to save face.
I never met the guy, only hearing about him from the girls at work. He was a playboy – a womanizer. They would whisper about his bedroom abilities, telling of how he kicked them to the curve once he was through with them. I never understood the appeal. When my parents dropped the bomb that he was to be my husband, my whole word faltered. They tried to tell me that he would take care of me – making sure to protect me and give me whatever I wanted. What I wanted was to stay single and get enough money to move out of my parents’ house. Maybe they were getting rid of me because I was getting older, still single, while the other girls my age created families.
I do not own any character mentioned in the Twilight Saga.
Author’s note: There will be no mention of other Twilight characters (ie: Bella, Edward, etc) The three main Volturi members (Caius, Aro, and Marcus) will be the only one’s mentioned. Instead of vampires, the Volturi family will be dangerous gangsters. I wanted to bring a little spin to the three, especially Caius. I can’t wait for you all to read it - stay tuned!
Like We Never Loved at All ⇢ (1) → Part two
▲ Jake Kiszka x OC — 1970s AU ▲
・ Word count: 3126 ・
● Warning: Cursing ●
◇ Flashbacks in italics ◇
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“Are you sure this a good idea?”
Lionel gave me a smile as he led us towards the back of the stage. “I think this is a fantastic idea, Cate. Not only will this skyrocket your career, it’ll bring you to a new audience and you’ll be living the dream, kid!”
I stayed silent, pulling at my dress as we stopped in front of the door. Lionel knocked once before entering, pulling me with him. The room was full of people, mostly girls flocking around a group of guys. The smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol nearly chocking me, causing me to cough in response. I watched as Lionel walked towards a curly headed man, their eyes connecting with mine as I stood there awkwardly.
Lionel soon signaled me over to them, “Cate, I want to introduce you to Josh Kiszka.” The man’s smile was wide. “He’s the main singer in Greta Van Fleet and your new singing partner.”
Josh placed his cigarette back in his mouth, stretching out his hand for me to shake. “Pleasure to meet you, Cate.” I accepted his gesture, smiling back. “Lionel has been telling us what an amazing talent you are – Fuck, your performance on the Johnny Carson show was magnificent.”
He was very eccentric – Out there. Honestly, I never heard of Greta Van Fleet. I didn’t know what type of music they made or any of their songs for that matter. All I knew was that Lionel said our sounds would be great together and the label wanted a record to be made. “Sam, Daniel-“ Josh called out. Two other guys with long hair looked up from their guest, excusing themselves as they walked towards us. “Gents, I would like for you to meet Cate, our new companion.”
“Like sexual?”
My eyes nearly left their sockets at his question. “Excuse me?” I felt Lionel’s arm tighten around me.
“Woah-“Josh laughed. “Sam’s totally joking.”
I looked up at Lionel, tightening my arms around my waist. “Let’s try to refrain from making inappropriate comments, gentleman, she’s only 17 years old.”
The three of them looked as if they had been hit by a truck. “A minor?” Josh spoke. “She’s a fucking minor?”
“Yeah, a fucking minor.” I spoke up. “Is that a fucking problem?”
The whole room turned silent at this point as the company had placed their attention on me and the guys.
“Little miss innocent has a mouth on her.” A voice sounded from the back. “Guess the wholesomeness is an act after all.”He had on a pair of sunglasses, hiding his glossy, brown eyes as his long hair hugged his shoulders. His cloth shirt unbuttoned, showing off his flat, tan torso.
“Jake, leave her alone.” Josh spoke with a sigh. “We don’t need you blowing this.”
I watched as he pushed away the girl that hovered over him, making his way over to the group. “Cate – This is our brother, Jake. He’s our guitar player and residential pain in the ass.” I looked between Josh and Jake, now noticing that they were identical, aside from the clothes and hair length. “And yes, we’re twins but you’ll be able to tell us apart. I’m the handsome one and Jake is, well, he’s just Jake.”
I stayed silent. “Well-“ Josh’s voice laced with awkwardness. “Would you like something to drink or to eat?”
“She’s a fucking minor, remember.” Jake laughed. “The only thing we have to drink is booze and little miss can’t have booze.”
I was growing tired of his mouth. He was arrogant and the weight of their success was giving him a bigger ego than he needed. “I’m ready to go.” I turned towards Lionel. “I’m tired.”
Jake let out a loud laugh. “Poor little girl’s tired.” He mocked. “I’m sure it’s way past your bedtime, better get back to the hotel and get to bed before mommy and daddy find out.”
I turned on my heel and started walking away, hearing Josh scolding his brother for his actions. Lionel was hot on my heels, trying to get me to stop but I didn’t want to be anywhere near Jake at this point. I hastily wiped away the tears that were starting to fall, feeling weak for letting his words get to me. I could usually keep my emotions at bay but there was something about his words and actions that had me an emotional wreck.
“Catherine, please!” Lionel finally shouted, causing me to stop. He was out of breath as he grabbed a hold of my arm, taking a moment to regain his composer. “Don’t-“He took a deep breath. “Don’t listen to him, okay.”
Before I could respond, Josh had caught up to us, “You okay?” He was concerned.
I didn’t say anything, more tears spilling from my eyes. He immediately pulled me in a hug, his hand running up and down my back in a comforting manner. “Shh.” He whispered. “Please don’t cry.”
He held onto me for a couple minutes before pulling away, brushing away the tears that had fallen. “Listen-“ He spoke softly. “Don’t listen to what he said. He’s drunk and when he’s drunk, he starts saying things out of his ass that he doesn’t mean.”
“He doesn’t even know me.” I muttered. “How can you talk to someone like that you don’t even know.”
“Jake’s a prick, okay.” Josh laughed. “Plus, when he’s around a beautiful girl that he knows he has no chance with, he starts acting like a bigger prick and then by that point-“ He paused. “The girl has either walked away like you did or threw a drink in his face. I prefer the drink in the face – Sobers him up a bit.”
I removed myself from Josh’s grasp, taking a few steps back. I could see the other guys, sans Jake peeking out from the door, probably checking to see if I was okay. “I’m not making an album with you all if this is how it’s g-“
“I promise-“ Josh interrupted. “I will make sure Jake is on his best behavior. If not, well, I’ll let you throw a drink in my face. Okay?”
Like We Never Loved at All ⇢ (1) → Part one
▲Jake Kiszka x OC — 1970s AU. ▲
・Word count: 2164 ・
● Warning: Cursing, sexual content ●
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“Cate- “He paused. “I think this is the best thing for your career right now.”
I took another puff of the cigarette, watching as the cloud of smoke billowed from my lips.
“If you do this, not only will your career skyrocket again, but you’ll be introduced to a whole new audience. I have people every day asking me when you three are gonna get back together again and I can finally give them an answer if you say yes.”
Lionel was the type of manager that’ll tell you anything to get you to say yes. If you record this song, the kids will buy the single off the racks. If you dress this way, girls and even old ladies will want to look the same way. It was all about the money and this latest endeavor was no different.
“You realize that it’s been five years since I had any contact with them?” He nodded his head. “And do you remember what happened the last time we were together?” He nodded once again. I let out a sigh, sinking further into the loveseat. “I can’t be in the same room as them, Lionel.” My voice started to raise. “There’s too much shit that went on and I don’t have enough medication to deal with all of that right now.”
He sat there, lighting his own cigarette in a stressful state. “Your career is in the pits, Catherine.” His voice thick. “The record company is starting to notice and now they’re on my back to get something done about it.”
I picked away at my nail polish, his words causing me to sink faster than the Titanic. I knew all of this. It was 1972 for fucks sake and the world of music had changed drastically since the last time I put anything out for the world to hear. I watched and read about all the new talent. I saw the way the girls looked and sang – what they wore and didn’t wear. I was well aware of what was going on in the industry and that I was no longer the fresh-faced teenager on the cover of Seventeen Magazine. My songs were no longer in rotation on the radio, only getting played every so often. My career with the guys was one that people adored. It was Lionel’s idea for me to join up with them for a song or two. A song of two ended up in a whole album mixed with a marriage, a divorce, and a few choice words on the steps of a Nashville courthouse.
“I’ve already talked with the guys and they agreed to do this, Cate.” I locked eyes with him. “It’s just up to you to decide if you want to do it.”
“He agreed?” I questioned. “He was sober enough to agree to something other than what booze to drink or what drug to put up his nose?”
“Yes-“
“Bullshit!” I interjected. “That is utter bullshit, and you know it.” I lit another cigarette. “The last thing that man told me was that he didn’t want to see my fucking face again and he meant it. You think that he would agree to go on live TV with me after the way we treated each other. You saw the headlines. You saw the police reports. It was fucking nasty and downright hateful.”
I could tell this was more stressful than Lionel imagined. “Cate, please- “He begged. “Why would they lie to me? Do you want me to call Josh? Have him tell you that he agreed?”
I stayed silent.
“I know you don’t want to do this because of the history you and Jake have but this is your best and only choice right now. It’ll be one night, and you just have to act out a few skits and sing a few songs… That’s it.”
I knew I needed this opportunity. I wasn’t getting any younger and the phone wasn’t ringing like it used too. The last time I had worked was a couple months ago and that was to sing a jingle for a shampoo commercial. I would go to parties and people weren’t recognizing me like they used too. I was becoming just another 60s star that went away with the decade. “Fine.” I muttered. “I’ll do it, but I don’t want any interaction with Jake.”
Lionel’s face fell, “I can’t promise that Cate.”
I could feel my face grow red, “Well try really hard, Lionel…”
Summary: Two ex-lovers joined together again in the spotlight only to realize that the love they once had for each may still be there after all. Set in the 1970s where sex, drugs, and rock & roll were the kings, queens, and jokesters of the scene.
I kept my eyes on the floor as the crowd’s roar softened behind the wooden door. “Yes, it does.”
The room was stale and silent, the smell of his cigarette mixing with the smell of marijuana permanently stuck to his luggage lingered through the air. This was the last leg of the tour and at this point everyone had grown sick and tired of one another. Josh and I had stopped talking three cities ago. Sam and Danny decided to get on another bus to leave the drama that the three of us were causing. And Jake and I were back too square one, hatred and self-loathing present in us both.
“You’re always running away from the fucking problem, Catherine.” My full name dripping like venom from his mouth. “Every bad situation you’ve come across gets left in the dust because you’re too scared to deal with the aftermath. Fuck-“ He ran his hand through his long hair. “Every good thing that has happened recently caused you to fucking run too. You run from anything and everything and I’m tired of it.”
I scoffed at his words. “You’re one to talk, Jacob.” My voice heavy with emotion. “Ever since we started up again, all I’ve seen you do is self-indulged in drugs and pity. You get wasted and start acting out, only to get arrested and have the whole band go down with you. Do you know how many shows we missed because you’re either locked up in jail or passed out in some groupies bed?”
I knew of the groupies and the backstage tryst as Josh and I practiced for the night’s performance. I would watch as the girls paraded themselves around him, dressed in barely- there outfits and making sure it was known that I see how their hands roam his body. In return, I would make sure to rub myself against any man that showed me attention at the clubs once the concerts and TV spots were over. I would wear my sexiest outfits, making sure he saw me leave, not giving him information as to where I was going. There were times where we would all go out and it would end in dance-floor brawls and screaming matches in the limo back to the hotels. After a while, I grew tired of the bullshit and decided to stay in as he and the guys enjoyed their nights of debauchery.
When I agreed to rejoin the guys, I wasn’t thinking that Jake and I would continue what we once had. I had been asked to do a couple comeback specials with them, mimicking those that Elvis had done. We were to act, sing, and just be happy to be together again. NBC was calling it the event of the season, but I called it torture. I didn’t realize that the special would turn into a world tour and the madness that came with being on the road. Multiple court dates, hospital admissions, and a baby later – Never in my wildest dreams did I think that Jake Kiszka would turn my world upside down yet again…
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A stranger.
That’s how I would describe the person staring back at me in the bathroom mirror. Dried blood and discolored skin darkened my face, contrasting with my bloodshot eyes. My hair was no longer fixed to perfection as random strands stuck out in different directions. The slip that I had worn under my dress was ripped and loosely hanging on my body. Fingerprints littered my skin under the garment, causing me to grimace in pain with each step. The tears would come and go as I just stood there, terrified that he would wake up and continue what he started hours ago.
“You think you’re all big and bad now!”
I tried to push his large hands away as he climbed on top of me, soon capturing my arms and roughly pinning them above my head. He started his assault on my neck, his teeth pulling at my skin, my screams going unheard. He was relentless.
“NO!” I screamed. “Reggie, please!” I was pleading at this point.
I tried to fight him off when he first laid his hands on me. I even went as far as to throw the hotel lamp at him, only for him to get angrier. The first hit ignited my fury but he was bigger and stronger. I knew that by the fourth hit, I had no dog in this race. I tried clawing, smacking, and even punching at him but it was no use. He took it and gave it right back. Once the blows had been dealt, he decided that ripping my clothes off and violating me in the worse way possible was the next conquest. The bastard raped me. I knew that he was capable of doing harm but I never thought he would take it as far as he did. He even had the audacity to try and kiss me after the ordeal was over. All I could do was lay there and wait for the torture to end.
I must have laid there for almost an over before I gained the courage to remove myself from his grasp and walk into the bathroom. I let out a sigh, turning toward the shower. I stripped out of the slip, stepping into the scalding, hot spray, trying to wash any remnant of his touch off my battered body. I washed my hair and body, scrubbing at the parts that he had touched, making the skin even more inflamed. As I showered, I thought of ways that I could get out of here. I could sneak out the front door but that brought the risk of him waking up and seeing me. I could slip out the window but I was on the top floor and the only way down would be falling to my death. Every option that I thought of brought about a reason not to. He would find me either way and who knows how bad the punishment would be.
I stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel tightly around my body. I stood in front of the mirror for a couple minutes, running my fingers through the tangled mess.
“It’s about time.”
I jumped at the sound of his voice, making eye contact with him in the mirror. The marks that I had caused were visible but nothing compared to the damage he inflicted on me. I watched as he walked around me and over to the adjacent sink. I stayed silent as he brushed his teeth, occasionally looking over at me.
“You gonna stand in the bathroom all night?” His tone rough.
All I could do was shake my head no, afraid to think about what would happen once I went back into the bedroom.
“Listen-“ He stepped toward me, causing me to take a step back.
He let out a sigh at my action, his hand coming up, running it through his dark locks. “You take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s already late as it is and we have a plane to catch in a couple hours.”
Our honeymoon. We would be on a plane for God knows how long together, only to be dropped off at some island with little to no people for miles. I didn’t even want to be in the confines of the bathroom with him right now, let alone on a plane for hours. All I could think about was what he could do to me. Would I even make it off the plane?
“Are you even listening to me?”
I looked up at him, quickly nodding my head, “Yes.”
The look of pure dismay was etched all over his face, his eyes rolling back in annoyance.
“The plane leaves at six sharp, be packed and ready to go by 5:15.” With that, he walked out of the bathroom, grabbing the blanket before exiting the room all together.
I didn’t even realize I had held my breath as he left until he was finally gone. I stayed put for a few more minutes, trying to listen as he settled in the living room. His whole demeanor had changed from then until know. It was as if a different, yet still frightening, person had just interacted with me. Gone was the animalistic look in his eyes, being replaced with the shade of green I had stared into during the ceremony. It was as if a light switch had flipped and the monsters scattered back into hiding.
Was our marriage gonna be like this? Was I supposed to walk on egg shells for the rest of my life, terrified that my husband would snap any second. Everyone at the wedding compared Reggie to a big teddy bear: sweet, loving, and tender. They marketed him as if he didn’t have an evil, destructive bone in his body but yet he was feared by most in attendance. I know that me slapping him was what set the fire off in him but he didn’t have to take it to the level that he did. He could have refrained from even laying a hand on me but the mixture of the alcohol coursing through his body and the natural rage that boiled inside of him was a ticking time-bomb. He needed to rage on someone and I was the target. He wanted to have sex and he saw my body as something new and shiny that he could tear apart at the seams. I belonged to him. I was just another pawn on the chess board. I was Reggie Kray’s wife and there was nothing I could do about it…
Oh my goodness guys!! I just want to say thank you for the love you all have for this story! I want to first apologize for getting out to you so late. Work has been kicking my ass lately and i’m also trying to buy a house, so my life has been a little chaotic. This is part two of the first chapter and I will hopefully start on part three this week sometime. Sorry that the first chapter has three parts but I didn’t want to bombared you with all the drama and smash it all together. Again, thank you all so much!
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“Would the bride’s family please join us for pictures.”
I adjusted the bouquet that resting in my hands, Reggie’s body pressed close to mine. I watched as my mom and dad made their way over to us, wide smiles plastered on their faces.
My world was spinning at this point. After Reggie’s vows and that kiss, I didn’t know if I was coming or going. Everything was happening so fast at this point. I don’t even remember walking out of the church and into the awaiting car, a just married banner hanging from the back. It was as if another person took over my body and was in control. Reggie Kray placed me in a trance, a dangerous trance that would drive me over the edge by the end of the day.
“Everyone smile!” The photographer announced, his camera pointing in our direction.
Click.
click.
click.
“If I can have just the bride and her parents for a couple pictures.”
I glanced up at Reggie as he slowly moved away, allowing my mom and dad to surround me on either side. I watched as he moved to the corner of the room, reaching into his suit jacket, retrieving a pack of cigarettes. I watched intently as he inhaled and exhaled the toxic smoke, making him look even more dangerous. He hadn’t bothered to say one word to me since we exchanged our vows. On the ride over to the reception venue, he remained silent, his body tensed. I didn’t want to say anything, afraid that I would cause him to fly off the handles. If this was how our marriage was gonna be, I was gonna find a way out of it come hell or high water.
“Can have the bride’s attention, please?”
I realized I was still staring, causing a smirk to form on Reggie’s face. I snapped back to look at the photographer, his camera pointed towards the three of us.
“Okay-”He spoke with excitement. “1,2,3, smile!”
The flashbulbs went off numerous times, the man twisting his camera sideways at times.
“Can I have the bride and groom again, please.”
My parents moved away, my mother giving me a reassuring look as she walked with my dad to join the others. I turned my head, already seeing Reggie at my side, his large hand placing itself on my lower back. The smell of cigarette smoke, mixed with his expensive cologne, caused me to become dizzy with lust. I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment as he pulled me flush into his body. The photographer was already taking pictures, not even giving us any direction.
“What’re you doing?” I asked, the wind knocked out of my body.
I watched as his eyes, once connected with mine, moved down my body. It was like it was just him and I and everyone else was gone. He didn’t say anything as his eyes reconnected with mine, his face stoic once more.
“That’s enough pictures for now.” Reggie spoke.
I could see the photographer slowly pull his camera away from his face, unsure as to say anything or not. I wasn’t even sure what was happening.
“Let’s go.” Reggie engulfed his hand in mine, leading me towards the reception area and our guest. When I said that I only knew maybe half the people in attendance, I wasn’t lying. I knew my family and a couple friends that were in attendance and that was it. The rest were family, friends, business associates, or whoever that Reggie knew. They would stop me ever so often, telling me how beautiful I looked or how lucky of a man Reggie was for marrying me. If only they knew the true story as to why I married Reggie Kray. Would they still be congratulating me if they knew this was all arranged by him and my parents, leaving me in the dust about this important, life decision…
The rest of the night was spent eating and watching people make utter fools of themselves on the dance floor. I’m sure Reggie and I looked ridiculous during our first dance, seeing as I had no idea how to dance.
I watched as Reggie’s men stayed to the side, keeping a watchful eye on not only him but those around him, including me. He would get up from time to time, joining the men, smoking a few cigarettes, before rejoining me.
“Are you nervous, darling?” A voice floated from beside me.
I turned to look, finding Reggie’s mother sitting in his spot. I didn’t even hear her come up to me, probably thinking that it was just Reggie once again. “Excuse me?”
A small smile formed on her face, “Are you nervous?”
I looked at her confused, “Nervous about what?”
She stayed silent for a moment, reaching out to take my hand in hers. “Tonight will be the first night that you’re alone with my Reggie. From my understanding, he will be your first.”
I felt my eyes pop out of my head. First of all, Reggie Kray was not my “first.” I don’t know what naïve, little world my parents told the Krays that I lived in, but I definitely wasn’t a fucking virgin. Secondly, just because I married the son of a bitch, didn’t meant that I was going to give him the satisfaction of sex. I’m sure he’d be amazing in bed, but I’m not the type of girl to sleep with a man on the first night, even if it is my wedding night.
“In order to know for sure that the marriage is complete, we need prove that you and Reggie made love. That shows us that you’re committed to our son, that the wedding is official.” She spoke slowly. “I understand that Americans don’t do that, but it’s been a Kray family tradition for many centuries, we’ve all been through it.”
I looked at her as if she had a third head. “You’re tell me that I have to show proof that Reggie and I slept together?” She nodded her head. “What-“ I pulled away. “Like a condom or something?”
Her eyes widened in shock, her body leaning back a bit. “Caroline, darling-“ She started. “You are a married woman know, no condoms are necessary.”
“They are if you don’t know the person.” I spoke before I could think.
She stayed silent for a moment, “Listen-“ She spoke softly. “I understand marrying a man that you don’t know but my Reggie picked you for a reason. If you think about how the world works, everything happens for a reason and you’re Reggie Kray’s reason. God allowed you to save yourself for my Reggie and to give him the family that he needs and deserves.”
Before I could respond, the announcer spoke, telling the guest that it was time for Reggie and I to leave for the night. The car was waiting for us outside, taking us to our hotel for the evening.
“That’s your cue, sweetheart.” Reggie’s mom smiled.
My heart was beating out of my chest as her words replayed in my head. From what she has said, Reggie thought that I was a virgin. My parents blatantly lied and told a man that I was a virgin. They knew damn well I had sex seeing as they walked in while it was happening. What was going to happen if Reggie did in fact find out I wasn’t a virgin any longer. Was he going to get mad and take his anger out on me? Maybe this would work out for me in the long run. Maybe Reggie wanted a virgin. Once he finds out that I’m not, he might end this whole thing and settle for a divorce.
I slowly walked down the stairs as everyone that I passed smiled in my direction. They knew what was about to happen. In the words of Mrs. Kray, this would be the official end to our wedding ceremony. I was bound to have sex with a man I barely know and then have his mother or whoever come in and make sure the deed was actually done. It was the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard.
I passed by my own parents, a look of happiness etched into their features. Their wish had come true. I was married now and about to run off into the sunset with my new, strange, and unpleasant husband. At least they were happy.
Once I reached Reggie, he grabbed onto my hand, leading us towards the exit. There were even more people lining the walkway, some blowing bubbles, while others threw the typical rice. The sleek and no-doubt expensive car that Reggie had picked out was sitting at the end of the walkway. The ushers quickly opened the car door, revealing an all-black leather interior. I thanked the man with a smile as I placed myself in the passenger seat, the smell of Reggie’s musk floating back into my senses. This was Reggie’s personal vehicle.
I glanced once more out the window, giving those around a small wave before Reggie started the engine and drove off. This was it. I was officially alone with Reggie and there was no one to help me if needed.
“Where are we going?” I muttered after a couple minutes of silence.
He kept his eyes focused on the road, “To the hotel…”
The elevator ride up to the room was filled with tension and awkwardness. I stayed against the metal wall, away from my husband as he searched through his phone. I had stayed behind as he checked us in, giving the older woman at the desk a smile before taking my hand in his. Once inside the elevator, I removed my hand from his and retreated to the corner. He simply looked at me before turning back towards the door, pushing the button for the 26th floor.
The doors soon opened, revealing a lavish hallway with a huge, crystal chandelier dangling above us. Reggie’s hand caught mine once more, giving it a tugging motion as he walked us to the room. I tried to pull away at first but his grip was too hard. We reached a beige door, Reggie using his phone to unlock the door.
Reggie entered the room first, flipping on a set of lights that illuminated the room in a dusky glow. I stood in the doorway for a moment, watching as he set his bag down and took a seat on the bed.
“You staying in the hallway all night?” He chuckled.
This was the first time I had seen him laugh all day. I haphazardly stepped into the room, the heavy door closing behind me. I watched as he started to shed his suit jacket, rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up, revealing numerous tattoos. I gulped as the thoughts of his arms wrapped around my body flooded my mind.
“You wanna have a seat?” He asked, patting the spot next to him.
I shook my head, “No, I’m fine here.” I spoke, causing him to roll his eyes.
He slowly removed himself from the bed, stalking over to where I was standing. “You can’t avoid this forever, you know.”
I knew what he was talking about. “I can try.” I whispered.
A smile formed on his face, “You’re something else you know that?”
I kept my gaze on the carpet below, trying to block out the noise of Reggie walking towards me.
“You know it’s something we have to do, right? It’s what normal husband and wives do on their wedding night.” His voice was above a whispered as his eyes lingered over my body. “We both know you’re not a virgin, Caroline.”
I immediately felt more uncomfortable. I wanted to push him away and run as far away as possible but my legs were casted into the wooden floor. I watched as his hand raised slowly, coming to rest on my arm, his fingers like ice on my warm skin. “Just fuck me like you did all the other guys.”
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed around the room.
The room remained silent, the only sound heard was the heavy breathing coming from Reggie and I. I knew I should have bolted and ran as far away as I could but I remained in front of him. He stood with his head thrown to the side, his body becoming more rigid as the seconds passed.
“You really are something else, Caroline.” He spoke above a whisper, turning his head to face me. His right cheek bright red and his eyes blazing with pure anger. “You’re gonna fucking regret that.”
