Married to the mafia (season 1+ 2) novel Chapter 4

We then go out of my parent’s house, I find that five black SUVs are waiting for us outside. Each SUV has a driver that awaits by the vehicle for the passengers to go in. Irina, Dimitri’s mother, and Nikolay hop on one of the SUVs. Other guests from the party, who I assume are Dimitri’s relatives because they all look alike, hop on the other three SUVs, leaving the last one for Dimitri and me.

“Thank you, Oleg,” Dimitri says to his driver as he opens the door for us.

I take a last look at my family and my house, a mix of fear and sadness runs through my veins. I can still hear Dimitri’s warning in my head “Give your parents a big goodbye hug, Victoria, who knows when you’ll see them again.”

The driver turns on the vehicle and we get moving. My family waves me goodbye as we drive away. Tears well up, I am going to miss them every minute until I see them again and the fact that I don’t know when that will be makes things a million times worse.

“Give me your cellphone,” Dimitri orders me the second we lose sight of my parent’s house.

“Why?” I ask confused as I hold on to my purse.

“I said, give me your cellphone,” he repeats as he gestures for me to give him my phone with a scowl on his face.

“Not until you tell me why,” I reply firmly.

“Do you think I am joking?” Dimitri asks angrily, he then turns to me and snatches the purse out of my hands.

“Hey!” I protest as I try to take back my purse but it is useless, he is already taking my cellphone out.

He then opens the window and throws the cellphone outside.

“What are you doing?!” I yell infuriated.

“What does it look like? I’m getting rid of your phone,” he replies like it is the most natural thing in the world.

“That was my phone! Stop the car I need to go get it!” I order.

“Control yourself, Victoria, you don’t give orders here, only I do,” Dimitri replies.

“You idiot! Why did you do that? You are a douche!” I exclaim angrily.

“Watch how you address me!” Dimitri warns me. “You owe me respect, I won’t tolerate you speaking to me that way.”

“What did you expect?! You just threw my phone to the street!” I yell, I am so mad that my body is shaking with anger.

“So?” He says shrugging.

“So? You had no right! How am I supposed to call my family now?”

“If your family wants to contact you they can call the number my father gave them. By the way, from now on, all communications between you and your family will be supervised, just so you know,” Dimitri informs me.

Supervised? He means they are going to spy on me! This is outrageous!

“You can’t listen to my private conversations!” I exclaim in disbelief.

“Watch me,” he says defiantly.

“You can’t do that! I’m not your prisoner,” I remind him.

“You are my wife, in case you already forgot,” he mutters, shrugging again as if that gave him the right to take away my privacy and the power to destroy my cellphone.