Chapter 4

• Chapter 4
• Abby’s POV
• As I am shoved into the SUV by my future husband, I hear him give the order to take us to his penthouse. If he gets me there then he will be able to do anything he wants to me. I can’t let that happen. “I don’t think my father will want me taken to your home without supervision. If you would just, please drop me off with my mother that would be great.” Jose laughs at me; I mean full on belly chuckling. This pisses me off so very bad. Letting my temper get the best of me I spit out. “What the hell do you find so funny right now.” This gets his attention, because he shuts up and turns so he is facing me and with a voice so deadly that it causes shivers down my back he tells me. “Remember who the fuck you are speaking to little girl. I better not hear another cuss word come out of that pretty little mouth of yours. All you are doing is making your punishment that much worse.” There are so many things I want to shout out at him, but I decide it might be in my best interest to keep my slurs to myself.
• We ride in silence for the rest of the trip. We pull up in front of a brick building right across from Central Park. The driver comes around and opens up the back door and Jose slides out and reaches back in and grips me by my wrist and yanks me out. I stumble out of the vehicle. If it wasn’t for the hold that Jose had on me, I would have eaten the pavement. My fiancée doesn’t wait for me to catch my balance before he is taking off inside the building with me struggling to keep up right behind him. As we approach the elevator a man wearing a bell hop uniform scans a card which causes the doors to open. We get into the lift and Jose pushes the button for the top floor. The ride up feels like it takes no time. When we reach the penthouse Jose releases his hold that he had on me.
• I can feel the anger radiating off of him, so I try to put as much space between the two of us as possible. I don’t dare speak a word I just wait for him to unleash his fury. I don’t really know what to expect to happen next. After a few minutes my wait is over. “Did you actually think you could escape me. Do you realize how you have made not only my family, but also yours look? Make no mistake we will be married and you will be my wife. Now since you seem to want to make your own choices, I’ll let you choose what happens next. You can either take your punishment willing, or I can force you to take it. Either way you will be disciplined before I leave this apartment. So, I will give you ten seconds to decide. One two three four.” ‘If this asshole really thinks that I am going to let him do whatever he has planned to me, he is stupider than I thought.’ An idea pops into my head and before I can stop myself, I start spitting out the biggest line of bullshit I have ever said before. “My papa is going to be pissed off when he finds out you have kidnapped me, brought me to the privacy of your own home. Now it would be in everyone’s best interest that you call my father’s guards and have them come pick me up. Besides it’s not your place to discipline me yet, and if I have it my way it never will be.”
• That is all I get out before Jose has closed the space that was between us. He is right in front of me, and if I thought he was pissed off before, then I wouldn’t know what to call him now. I try to take slow steps away from him, but I soon realize that, that was the wrong move to make. He snatches me up right above my elbow, and tugs me along behind him. We make it to the couch where he sits down, and pulls me down over his knees. My survival instincts kick in, and I begin flailing my legs, and arms. He wraps his thigh around my kicking limbs, and places his hand on the middle of my back restricting my movements. My anger keeps rising the more that he immobilizes me. He is treating me like a little kid, and I hate it. Curse words fly out of my mouth showing him just how angry I am getting. “You son of a bitch let me up right now. Who the hell do you think you are to treat me like this. You have no right to touch me. When my papa hears about this, he will call off the wedding.” I pause to let the statement I just made sink in, then I pick up where I left off. “Better yet do your worse mother fucker, because all you will be doing is helping me. I can bare thru a little bit of pain if the end results get you out of my life for good.”
• Jose’s commanding voice shuts my rant up. “I am going to muzzle that trap of yours if you say another word. You have had your turn to yap, now it is time to listen. Who do you think sent me to pick you up after your failed attempt to runway? Your father did, if I recall right, he said ‘do with her whatever you see fit. She belongs to you after all, and needs to know her place. It will be better for the both of you if you break her in properly from the get go. She embarrassed both of our families today, if word gets out then it makes both of our mafia’s look week.’ So, you see dear wifey I have his blessing to punish you. He made a good point about teaching you the consequences of your actions. I will not have my betroth running around disrespecting me, believing that she can do anything that she wants. You will mind me and follow every damn rule that I lay out for you. Also, your little escapade that you went on today, has earned you a belting, and house arrest. You will not step a foot outside other than for our wedding for a very, very long while. Which will give your ass time to heal. Maybe when your sentence is up, you will be able to sit down again. Now let’s get started. If you fight back and try to break free, we start over, I want you to count each lick out loud. If you miss one, we will begin again. Once we are done, you are to thank me, and apologize to me for trying to escape. Shall we say twenty swats with my belt should be sufficient enough to begin with.” He raises my dress up to the small of my back. Putting my thong on full display. My face turns beet red. No man has ever seen this much of my body.