Shadows chapter 10
Plans






There was the sound of a key turning in the lock not long after Irissa had left for school. Suzanne leapt out of bed and hurried down the stairs.
She tried not to show her disappointment when it was Marco and not Enrique who stood in the lounge and appeared eager when he grabbed her roughly and kissed her, more of an assault on her than an act of any real desire.
Suzanne had no doubts he was merely demonstrating ownership, but she giggled and kissed him back.





“I came to check on how you were settling in and to tell you I want you at the mansion on Saturday night. We are entertaining a few business clients and they will need some entertainment,” Marco said. “It will be formal wear, classy. These are important men. From the old country.”

Suzanne smiled and said sweetly,

“No problem. I have some lovely things in the wardrobe. I haven’t had a chance to thank you for them yet. Marco glanced at the couch and smiled back.
“So you can do it now.”








He took off his clothes and settled onto the couch. Unlike his brother he had no concerns about the glass at the front of the house.

“Come here,” he ordered.

Suzanne joined him on the sofa and kissed him with all evidence of desire and pleasure.

With no gentleness or finesse Marco turned Suzanne to lie beneath him and assaulted her lips with his, the pressure of his mouth bruising, grazing the inside of her lips against her teeth.




He made no effort to arouse but forced himself into her, hurting her. Suzanne tensed and bit back a cry of pain, but he felt her discomfort and it seemed to excite him more. His pace increased and he thrust deeper, enjoying the pain he was inflicting on her. His nails dug deeply into her as he reached the peak of his pleasure and let out a roar as he came.




Almost as soon as he was done he rolled off of her and demanded that she make him breakfast. Bruised and aching Suzanne walked stiffly to the kitchen and cooked food for him. Still naked he sat opposite her and detailed the requirements for the night at the mansion.

Suzanne had hoped he would leave quickly after he had eaten. She wanted a bath to sooth her aches and a chance to get dressed and go shopping, but he seemed intent on staying the afternoon. Eventually Suzanne announced that if he didn’t mind, she was going to take a shower. She was grateful that he did not suggest joining her, but glanced at the clock and nodded.




Irissa could not have missed that the man who greeted her on her return from school was a Cappelli. He had a marked resemblance to Enrique. He was less bulky in his build and his face was narrower, with a cruel set to it, but the family resemblance was unmistakable.

She smiled politely and headed to the kitchen to clean up before going to work. He followed her and asked her how she was enjoying the house and how she was doing at school. He stood so close that Irissa felt very uncomfortable.





His eyes travelled over her with slow study, taking in every detail of her face and body. Irissa felt her skin crawl under his gaze. She tried to move past him to get ready for work, making polite small talk as she did so, aware that she should not be rude to her mother’s employer, and the man who had put a decent roof over their heads.

Suddenly he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, pressing them slowly against the back of her hand. Irissa pulled it away, startled.

“My brother was right, Irissa. You are a very beautiful young woman,” he said in an oily voice.”

Strangely, Irissa felt betrayed at the idea that Enrique had discussed her with this sleazy man.





“Angelo has excellent taste in women,” Marco smiled.

Irissa felt a surge of relief run through her.

Marco reached out and tried to stroke her cheek. She leapt back out of his reach.

She hit out at him, pushing his hand away.

“Don’t do that!” She snapped.

At that moment she heard the car horn outside in the street. Her lift. Gratefully she ran from the house to the car.




At her daughter’s cry Suzanne came back down the stairs. Marco grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

“I’m leaving now. I will see you at the mansion. And Suzanne, bring your daughter,” he ordered.

“My daughter?” Suzanne asked, startled.

“Your daughter. Make sure she is dressed appropriately. She is old enough to start earning her keep. I am not a charity,” Marco nodded.

He grabbed her and pulled her to him, kissing her possessively.
After a few moments he released her and made an abrupt departure.






Suzanne sat on the sofa, her face set in an angry scowl. Her situation with the Cappelli’s may not be the best in the world, but it was the best she had had in a very long time, and that slut of a daughter of hers was not going to ruin it for her. It was time for something to be done about Irissa.