Cara checked notes.“I’m sorry, our information on file...” Helena raised a hand to interrupt.“I am married to Count Vincenzo Ramon de San Finz...ione. He is the only man I have ever called ‘My Husband’ and I will call him that when we meet again. I know they say ‘til death do us part, ‘ but I’m not dead yet, and he is still the man I married.” Sally picked up the non-existent conversational slack.“But you’ve dated a few men and a couple of women, I’ve heard, since then.” Helena gave a dry chuckle. Okay," I murmured, anger fading back into drowsiness. Still, Imanaged to get my shoes back on, then shove myself to my feet, and starttoward the door."Uhm ... don't you need this?" Ollie asked.Immediately, I whipped about, ready to bark at my friend again only tofind him standing there holding my purse. "Oh ..." I muttered inirritation as I retraced my steps to snatch the item from his hand andtoss the strap over my shoulder. "Thanks." No problem," Ollie assured me with a smile. "Good luck. That bastard.. She didnt.. Shes Mine.. Ill Kill him.. All of these words floated around his mind until he settled on one. Ill punish her! Reaching down, He ripped her up off the floor by her hair. He didnt even register her cry of pain, he was so angry. Throwing her on the coffee table, he yanked her skirt up, growling You will be punished.. You are MINE! You do no such thing! Its time I teach you a lesson on who you Belong To! Eyes widening in fear, she started thrashing, knowing what was to. You’re gonna be a naughty little girl.” Emma inhaled sharply at her Masters words. She dutifully edged herself towards the end of the table and propped herself up between the table and the end of the café. One of her legs swung out from behind the table exposing her legs in the direction of the gent opposite. Emma looked at the next message, “Do you know what’s coming?” Emma swallowed hard, “Not sure, I think so.” Emma’s chest was heaving with the anticipation and uncertainty. Having.