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dealing with, Legs.”
    Lori Ann didn’t say a word.  She just nodded her head, then
slowly leaned her body toward mine and rested her head on my shoulder.  I didn’t
miss the fact that the movement caused her physical pain.  It was all over her
beautiful face.  Right before her head touched my shoulder, I lifted my arm and
wrapped it around her, pulling her closer.  I kissed the top of her soft brown
hair and whispered, “You’re safe now.  I’m here.”
    I felt Lori Ann’s body shake as she let the tears fall.  I
hated it.  This wasn’t my strong, independent friend I’d known most of my
life.  She was broken, and the bastard that did it to her still believed she
was his.  No. Fucking. Way. 
    He’d never lay eyes or anything else on my Lori Ann again.  That was for sure.
     

Chapter 4
Lori Ann
    I couldn’t believe it.  Jason
London was standing at my door, along with our dear friend Craig, and they had
come to get me…to save me. 
    *****
    The broken arm, cracked ribs, and bruises were it.  I had to
get away before I ended up dead.
    Antonio DiSabatino was wonderful when we first met.  He was
tall, about 6 feet, two inches with hazel eyes and dark brown hair that was
sprinkled with a bit of gray.  It made him seem authoritative and sexy.  His
voice was deep, and when he spoke English with his Italian accent, my whole
body tingled.  I loved his strong personality and commanding presence.  I
thought we were a good match seeing as how I had a similar temperament.  That
was until something changed in my husband and our healthy clashes of opinion
became violent.
    The first time was a little over a year ago…when Antonio had
gotten really pissed over a playful text between me and Jason, so I stopped
talking to my very best friend, the one who’d been through every up and down of
my life, hoping to satisfy his need “keep me.” But my husband’s jealousy
worsened.  Every little thing I did set him off. 
    It started with yelling, then degrading, then he pushed me
one night in our bedroom after our heated argument over the text with Jason. 
Granted, I’d slapped him for calling me a whore, but he pushed hard enough that
my body flew backwards, hitting a wall and leaving a huge knot on my skull,
causing a concussion.
    When he immediately knelt beside me and apologized with
tears in his eyes, I felt bad for the whole incident.  Things had changed
between me and my Italian lover husband.  He was different. 
    Antonio didn’t know I took myself to the doctor the next day
when the headache and dizziness wouldn’t subside.  Knowing there was a medical
record to go with my injury would have been catastrophic.  I had to go
searching for answers for my husband’s erratic, explosive behavior.  It just
wasn’t like him at all. 
    It took six months, a very expensive private investigator
from a remote area of Italy—one who didn’t have personal ties to Antonio and
his family—and lots and lots of secret observation by me to find the proof I
needed.  Not only was he was into some deep shit with a few ruthless people, but
he was fucking one of the twenty-something daughters of one of the men he was
in “business” with.  It made me physically sick, and I was ready to escape…I had to get away.  I just couldn’t believe my life had turned into a dammed movie. 
So, I started stockpiling money here and there, but when Antonio spotted a few
transactions on our bank account, ones I thought I’d made on my own
account—stupid mistake—he questioned me, and I let my rage take over and
blurted out everything I knew…well, almost everything I knew. 
    I accused him of having an affair, and he fucking lost it. 
One thing I knew for sure; you don’t ever tell an Italian man that he’s
wrong—about anything.  I’d never seen him so enraged.  It was almost comical. 
I knew without a doubt he was fucking that girl.  Yet, I couldn’t show him the
proof because it would blow the whole P.I.