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Bia

Over the past two months Grace has been giving me lessons on how to be a proper Mafia wife every few days. Then followed up the lessons with lunch with her and sometimes Kayleigh.

Even though the lessons are boring because a lot of them are the same things I was taught as a child, I don’t let Grace know. If she found out the reason why Cillian insisted on her teaching me these lessons she would be mortified.

I’d rather her not know than to know what a monster her son is.

Have I still had sex with Cillian? Yes, but it’s not because I want to. I know I need to give birth to his heir and it’s my duty. Plus, how much emotion can one feel when you’re bent over whatever piece of furniture while your contracted husband quickly fucks you and is walking out the door before you can barely get your underwear up your legs?

I just hope once I have the baby, he doesn’t take it away from me and have it raised by someone else. I keep praying I can raise it and have someone to love maybe, just maybe, the baby will love me back, at least for a little while. That is, until its father poisons its mind with what a terrible mother I am.

The only thing that has made me happy is spending time with Kayleigh. She has taken me out to explore Ireland, we workout together, swim or sometimes tan. She has also got me hooked on the dirty books she reads those books I have to read when I’m alone. I tend to blush when it gets dirty, the things they do…whoa, it makes me bothered. In a good way.

I sometimes imagine that my marriage to Cillian was better, and he would do those things to me as he calls me his favorite three nicknames. Little lamb, little one, and dirty girl.

Today I went on a two-hour trail ride with Kayleigh. Between that and Cillian fucking me again, I’m exhausted.

I’m going to take a quick shower before I go to bed early, especially since I have an early morning tomorrow with Grace, having breakfast with the other high-ranking soldiers' wives and daughters.

I’m lost in my thoughts about what I’m going to wear tomorrow when I feel a cool breeze from the shower door opening. I turn around thinking it’s Cillian but my heart drops when I see Tristan standing there naked.

I take a step back while trying to cover myself. “Tristan, get out. You can’t be here.”

“I told you I would come for you.”

“Stop!”

I shove him away as he steps closer to me, but it does no good. He grabs me by the throat and shoves me against the wall. I cry out from the impact of the back of my head hitting the shower wall.

“Please, don’t do this.”

“Shut the fuck up, you stupid whore,”

he barks at me as he squeezes my throat tighter. I claw at his hand, struggling for oxygen.

“P-pl-ease,”

I gasp. He does loosen his grip only to turn me around while he slams my head into the wall. Black spots dance in my vision, and while I am distracted, he use the opportunity to lift my leg and thrust himself inside of me.

“STOP! NO!”

I scream and try to fight him off me, but he just uses his body weight and pins me to the wall.

“No wonder Cillian has been obsessed with your cunt.”

I whimper and beg him again to stop.

“Shut the fuck up and fucking take my cock like a good whore. It’d not like you don’t want it, teasing me with your little miss innocent act.”

I shake my head, but he just slams my head against the wall. My knees start to buckle but Tristan holds me up against the wall.

I lean my head against the wall and let the tears fall down my cheeks. I’m so sorry Cillian, I tried to fight him off I’m definitely not worthy to be your wife after this.

I blankly stare at the shower wall wishing anyone would walk through that door and save me.

Each thrust sends another jolt through my body.

“Don’t worry, your body will get used to me soon enough,”

he snickers while his hand wraps around my throat again. This time I don’t stop him from choking me, if he ended up killing me, he would be doing me a favor.

“FUCK!”

he yells and clenches his hand around me, and as he spills his sperm inside of me. He removes his cock from me, with one hand still wrapped around my throat, he uses his other hand and spanks my butt hard. I jump and try to squeal. He does this ten more times.

He bends me over. “Stay like that.”

Tristan spreads my butt cheeks and rubs over my butthole. “Soon I will fuck this.”

He moves away from my butt and back to in between my legs and he sticks his cock inside of me again. I cry out in pain; he is deeper inside of me.

“Oh fuck,”

I zone out as he violently thrusts in and out of me. It seems like it goes on forever. After he is done, I crumble to the ground.

Tristan bends down and yanks my head up by my hair. “Don’t tell anyone, it’s not like he would believe you.”

He snickers standing up and turning the water from hot to cold before stepping out of the shower.

I lay there shivering; my legs and arms are numb from Tristan abusing me. I close my eyes and remember being outside in the warm sun, hoping it will help keep the chill off me. It doesn’t work, as much as I want to move, I can’t. Not sure if it’s a mental block or physical.

Cillian

Bia was supposed to meet Mam for breakfast with the other high-ranking soldiers' wives and daughters. Mother called me, worried because Bia hadn’t shown up and wasn’t answering her phone, which, according to Mam is unlike Bia.

That is why I’m now riding up the elevator to her penthouse. She better not be ignoring my mother, she needs to be respectful to my family. She is an O’Sullivan and has certain expectations. The moment the doors open, I don’t hear anything. Is she still asleep?

I walk through the front half of the penthouse and don’t see any sign of Bia. With each step, my anger increases, and when I open the bedroom door, I hear the shower running. What the fuck? She couldn’t bother to text Mam that she is running late?

I open the bathroom door and call her name.

“Bia.”

No answer.

“Bia,”

I say again but louder. I snatch the door open, but she is laying on the ground shivering with her lips blue.

“Holy fuck! Bia!”

I turn the water off, grab the towel and wrap her in it, carrying her out into her room. I quickly dry her off and slide her under the covers. I call Daniel but he told me to take her to the hospital. I run to her closet; I’m shocked by how little clothes she has. Why hasn’t she bought more with the card I gave her? I don’t have time to worry about that thought, I find her a sweatshirt and sweatpants.

I hurry back to her side and quickly dress her, and within a few minutes she is in my arms as we ride down the elevator with a few blankets covering her.

“Come on, Bia, open those eyes for me.”

She doesn’t respond, thankfully I can see her chest rising with each breath she takes.

“Please, little lamb.”

I keep begging her to wake up as I run to my car and I gently slide her into the passenger seat. I run back to the driver's seat and peel out of the parking lot. I grab Bia’s hand and keep kissing it.

“Please don’t take her from me,”

I yell out to the universe. I know I have been a shitty husband, but “I promise I will treat her better. Please. Bia, come on, little lamb, please open your eyes, squeeze my hand. Do something… Anything. Please, Bia, please.”

I can’t lose her; I’ve been an asshole to her, and it wasn’t her fault. It’s been my fault. Bia isn’t Meredith; she is a sweet, loving woman. I hear my family praise her, how she is always trying to help others. Even Father Michael can’t say enough nice things about her. How she volunteers multiple times a week at the church.

My tires squeal when I slam on my brakes in front of the hospital.

“HELP! I NEED FUCKING HELP!”

I scream, and hospital staff scurry about. I run around to Bia’s door and gently pick her up.

A man in blue scrubs comes up to me. “What happened?”

“I came home this morning and I found her on the floor naked, shivering in the shower with cold water pouring on her. I’ve tried to get her to wake up, but she hasn’t woken up yet.”

“Okay, we will help her.”

Then he turns his attention to another nurse. “I need a gurney.”

A few moments later, a gurney is in front of me, and I lower her down. They start rushing her inside, I hold onto her hand.

“We’re here, Bia, you are the hospital. Fight, Bia, I need you,”

I say, squeezing her hand as I run alongside her.

“Sir, you need to let go so we can treat her.”

“I need…”

“I know you love her, but the best thing for her right now is to let us treat her.”

“But she…”

A man in scrubs comes over and clasps his hand on my shoulder. “I know it’s not easy but trust me.”

“Make sure she gets the best care, cost doesn’t matter.”

“I know, Mr. O’Sullivan, I promise she will.”

I bend down and kiss the top of her head before I slowly let go of her hand. The moment I step away they rush her through the double doors.

I can’t force myself to step away or look away from the doors.

“Mr. O’Sullivan?”

a nurse calls me. I look next to me and see an old woman there.

“Why don’t you sit down?”

I nod and slowly make my way to one of the seats.

“Do you want me to call anyone for you?”

“No, I will call them. Thank you.”

I call Mam and tell her I found Bia unconscious, and I will call her back when I know something more. Daniel shows up later and he goes back to see if he can find out any information. When he comes back, he tells me that Tristan is the treating doctor, which gives me a huge relief that he will make sure she gets nothing but the best care.

Tristan comes out an hour later. “Cillian, she is hypothermic. Right now, we are slowly bringing her temperature back up, and she is in and out of consciousness.”

He pauses.

“What is it?”

“It looks like someone assaulted her, Cillian.”

“What do you mean assaulted? Like physical or…”

“She was raped.”

“Fuck! Why? Who would do this to her?”

“I don’t know. Did you know she is pregnant?”

“No.”

“She may have not known herself; she is only eight weeks. Right now, there is no guarantee that the baby will survive.”

I nod. I can’t lose another baby.

“Can I see her?”

“Of course, follow me.”

I start to follow him in silence before I open the door.

“I have to warn you, since she woke up, she refuses to talk to any of the hospital staff, and she may not talk to you either.”

“Thanks, Tristan.”

He nods, walking away, and I slowly open the door and see my sweet little lamb with an IV in her arm, and machines beeping all around her.

I quietly shut the door and move to the side of the bed. Her eyes are closed, and her usual tan complexion is pale.

“Who did this to you, my sweet little lamb?”

I brush her hair behind her ear. I sit down in the chair next to her bed.

I pick up my phone to text Brendan to find out who was at her penthouse last night. I lean back in my chair and answer some emails. I have no idea how many emails I have sent when I hear Bia groan.

“Bia?”

I gently call her name, pocketing my phone. I watch as she moves her head and blinks her eyes a few times.

“Hey, Bia,”

I say softly when her eyes are on me.

“Are you okay?”

She just nods.

“Are you in any pain?”

She shakes her head, but her eyes tell me she is lying.

“Let me call the nurse to give you something for the pain. You don’t have to pretend, Bia,”

I say reaching over and hitting the nurse button.

“Who did this to you, Bia?”

She looks away from me and stares at the ceiling with tears falling down her cheeks.

“Tell me, Bia. I will make them suffer for hurting you.”

Again, the only reaction I get is more tears. I wait a few moments, and as I’m about to tell her she doesn’t have to be scared, a nurse walks into the room.

“Hello,”

she says, and her eyes fall onto Bia.

“Mrs. O’Sullivan, it’s good to see you are awake. What can I help you with?”

“She needs something for the pain.”

“Mrs. O’Sullivan, are you in pain?”

Of course, Bia shakes her head, but I see her wince.

“Mrs. O’Sullivan, I can’t give you anything unless you ask me.”

“Can’t you see she is in pain? She has gone through hell and is fucking scared. Get her something for the fucking pain,”

I say, standing up.

“Mr. O’Sullivan, I understand your frustration but it’s hospital policy.”

“I don’t give a damn what hospital policy is, give her something so she isn’t hurting.”

“I can’t unless she indicates she wants something.”

I look at Bia who is watching us. I walk back over to her.

“Please Bia, let her get you something for the pain. You were brutally attacked last night, there is no reason to be in pain. Please let the nurse give you something for the pain?”

I beg. I will drop to my knees right now if it gets her to take something for the pain.

Bia sighs but finally nods. I let out a breath of relief. It was killing me to see her in so much pain.

“I will be right back,”

the nurse says and slips out of the room. I don’t push her on who did this, the surveillance will tell me.

It doesn’t take Bia long after the nurse gives her pain medicine to fall back asleep. I stay at her side protecting her. Like I should have been from the beginning.