Chapter 5. Unfamiliar with the Term, No?

Georgia’s POV

The ride back to wherever he’s taking me is short and quiet. I hear him snort once in a while, but I’m too scared to even glance at him, let alone mutter another word.

After everything that just happened, I realize that talking to my husband however I like will not benefit me at all.

He is the most feared man in Italy, and I sure as hell know he is not feared because he sells unicorns and candies, but because he has the guts to kill people as if they are insignificant bugs.

And I’m pretty sure, at the moment, I might be one of the said bugs. I couldn’t help it, though, when he acted as if he knew me.

I was surely not a princess. Rather I was a slave to my uncle for almost three years. I was the girl who would wake up at the crack of dawn to work on chores in my uncle’s house lest if I didn’t, I would meet the cane.

And by cane, I mean the fancy walkin