The Bosses Wife

Chapter 2

Andy's POV

I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. Not because I was scared. No, I wasn't scared of them. I wasn't scared of a little pain, or of even dying. I was f*****g raging mad. I slammed my bedroom door shut and made sure that it was locked. I grabbed the phone off the charger and saw I had a text message. It read beautiful; from the person I sent it to earlier.

I walked into my bathroom and shut and locked that door and turned the shower on. In case they came in here looking for me, I needed them to think I was in here. I dialed the same number that texted me.

"I take it tonight didn't go as well as I was hoping," they said, answering the phone.

"No. Dad is trying to marry me off to a man that is double my age. He is a creep and no better than dad. We are supposed to get married in six months, but after I yelled at them that I wouldn't marry him and stormed out of the room, he told me that he was going to push it up. I don't know how much time we have left. We have to move our plan."

"I will get to work on that. I don't know if we are going to be ready or not."

"Well, you need to get ready, now," I said and then jumped as I heard banging on my door. "I have to go; someone is banging on the door." I said and quickly hung up and then deleted everything in my phone so if he looked through it, he wouldn't see it. A few seconds later he was banging on the bathroom door.

"I'm getting in the bath," I yelled out, hoping they would just go away.

"Get out here now, I don't care if you are naked, I will break this damn door down," my father yelled. I sighed and walked to the door and unlocked it and I knew that I had a half-drunk angry man on the other side. I slowly opened the door, and he reached in, grabbed my arm and jerked me out of the bathroom, making me stumble.

"You ungrateful little b***h. Do you know how bad you made me look tonight?" He yelled. "You are going to pay for that, and you are going to go down there and apologize to your fiancé and act like the lady that you were raised to be," he snarled at me. He's been angry and gotten physical with me before, but this was different. I had never heard this tone of voice from him, and normally I could handle him, but I didn't know what was coming.

He dragged me down the stairs and right back into the dining room. He forced me down into my seat and I kept my head down,

not saying a word or looking at either one of them. They began talking about business like none of this happened. If our plan failed, this would be my life. I know my father is into illegal business, but I never thought he would marry me off. The plan was to always kill him and take over his dealings. I went to business school to do so. Of course, it was local, and I lived at home because he wouldn't let me get that far away from him and if I wanted him to pay for it, that was the deal.

"Andrea, you need to eat your dinner." Brian said and, for the first time since I came back down here, I looked up, and he had such a sinister look on his face.

I took a few bites and pushed my food around on my plate. They finished talking and Brian asked to speak to me again in private. My father nodded his approval and I followed him to our front room. I tried to sit in the lone recliner, but he had other ideas, forcing me to the couch with him.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring box, opening it and showing me the most God-awful diamond ring I had ever seen. It was huge and ugly. It was like one big square diamond, but when you looked closely, it was four smaller diamonds made to look like one. He grabbed my hand with his bony fingers and slid the ring on to my finger. Disgust filled my entire body and I wanted to vomit.

"Now your father and I have discussed it, and we don't see a reason to wait like we had initially decided. We will marry in two weeks. I will arrange for my stylist to come and make the necessary changes in the morning. I don't see the need for any bridesmaids or groomsmen either. We will have a quick ceremony and then a reception. Give me a list of colors and flowers that you want, and I will have everything taken care of. I have an idea of the type of wedding dress I want to see you in. Of course, it would have been better had we had time to get your t**s done first, but that will come later."

"Excuse me?" I asked, flabbergasted. No way in hell is this man making me get any type of surgery.

"You have a certain look to portray, and you are beautiful, but I have standards, and you are lacking in a few departments. That can be easily fixed. I have expectations for how you act as well. I run in much more dangerous circles than your father, you will have a guard with you if you leave the house and if you step out of line while we are in public or with guests in our house, you will pay the price for that."

I just stared at this man and pushed the bile down that was burning my throat. I don't think we can move the plan up by weeks. I don't know what I'm going to do. I know if I run, and I am found, they will probably beat me within an inch of my life. It would be worth it if I could just get away from them.

"Now why don't you go upstairs and get some sleep, you will have a busy day tomorrow," he said, and I went to stand up, but he jerked me closer to him.

"Now give me a kiss goodnight," he said, and I really had to swallow down the bile in my throat. I just stared at him, but he grabbed my jaw in a bruising grip, forcing me closer to him. I could smell the scotch on his breath. I held my breath as he closed the gap between us, and he pressed his lips to mine. I felt his tongue come out and try to push its way into my mouth, but I pressed my lips tighter together, and he finally got the picture and pulled back.

I stood up from the couch and ran upstairs away from this nightmare. I made it to my room and locked my door again, even though it wouldn't stop my father from coming in here. I looked around my room and it was destroyed. My father must have come up while I was talking to Brian. I ran to the bathroom and my phone was gone. I know I left it in here. I ran to my closet and dug into the bottom of the back drawer of my dresser and grabbed the burner phone I had taped to the bottom of the drawer above it. I powered it on really fast and typed out a text telling them that he had taken my phone and I would call as soon as I had a chance. I turned it back off because I knew they wouldn't reply and taped the phone back up and went to my bathroom and locked that door as well.

This time I filled the bath up and got out of my dress and left it lying on the floor, not bothering to even put it in the hamper. I was drained of all my energy mentally and physically after today. Stepping into the scalding hot water it burned my feet, but it felt good. I lowered myself into the water and let it fill up over my body. Looking at my legs, I had purple fingertip bruises on my thighs and I had full hand prints on my arm and I wouldn't be shocked to see bruises on my jaw either.

I had to figure a way out of this. I had to get out of here, or I'm afraid they might kill me because I'm not going to conform to what they want. I'm not going to be the good little wife that stays home while her husband is out cheating on her, while she stays home and raises the kids and cooks his meals. Not going to happen, not to mention I can already tell you he is going to beat me.

I scrubbed my makeup off my face and just relaxed until the water had cooled down. I got out and went through my nightly routine of getting ready for bed because I was more than ready to sleep. I grabbed the pajamas that were always placed in my closet in my bathroom and when I walked into my bedroom, I was shocked to see my father sitting on my bed waiting for me. I shouldn't have been, but I figured I had seen the last of him tonight.

"I really thought this little dream of yours would die, and you would learn your place in this world."

"My place?" I asked.

"Yes. You are only good for a couple of things. I tried to raise you right, but somehow you got too much of your f*****g mother in you. She always had these ideas of working and running her own business. She would never conform to what she needed to be, but you are going to learn right now," he said again, with that same voice as before that I had never heard.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as he got up from the bed and walked towards me and I had about three steps to decide what I wanted. Run and hide or stand up and take it and show him that I won't conform. I decided to stand here.

He had his hand back before he got to me and the force behind the slap made my head snap to the side and I instantly felt the blood run down my chin. He had split the top of my lip open because of my teeth. I used my hand to wipe the blood from my chin so it didn't drip onto the carpet.

His hand weaved into my hair, and he jerked my head up. "This will f*****g happen, and you will respect and do as your husband says. If he wants a drink, you will get it, he wants something to eat, you will fix it, he wants p***y, you will spread those f*****g legs. You will accompany him to dinners and be the perfect arm candy, and you won't step out of f*****g line. Do I make myself clear," he yelled in my face. I couldn't move because he had such a tight grip on my hair.

He let go of my hair, shoving me to the ground and his foot stepped on my fingers with enough force that I let out a little scream and I couldn't move them.

"This is for your own good," he said as he bent down, applying more pressure to my fingers and grabbed my leg, jerking it up and placing something around my ankle. "This will keep you here," he said and released my leg and got off my hand.

"Don't make me do this again. This is your fault. If you would have just behaved, I wouldn't have to do this," he said and then walked out of my room.