AN: I'm so so so sorry for the delay! But this chapter was so difficult to write for me and school has been keeping me busy lately. I really do hope you enjoy this chapter! Thank you so much for your reviews! They encourage me a lot!

WARNING: (spoiler) This chapter contains suggested rape! Skip this chapter if you have problems with that!

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Chapter 12 – Major fire

Giovanni stared out of his car's windows, lost in thoughts. When he had woken up this morning and Delia had still been sleeping like a log he simply had let her sleep. His gaze met shortly his cell phone's display and he still could not believe it was already late evening.

Normally the hours the half-Italian spent sitting in his office, signing contracts, arranging Team Rocket's affairs or organizing everything for his gym passed like ages as he simply wanted to get over with everything so he could return home- to Delia. If that had been the case this morning and afternoon he would have really really appreciated it. But no, that day of all days had been differently.

Giovanni could have spent a few weeks in his office if that meant he could avoid facing Delia after what had happened the night before. Shaking his head Giovanni still had problems to accept it, he had finally done it: He had lost control. Not only did he hurt the only being he loved but also the innocent one. Delia shouldn't suffer because of that growing mistake that was close to being born into this world. It should feel the pain his mother had felt, feel everything she had gone through! I will do everything to make that little monster suffer like you had to Delia! I will draw this through, for you my love!

Despite his mental vow Giovanni still felt uncomfortable with the fact that he was currently where he was, sitting on the backseats on his way home, on his way to her.

The crime lord continued to pat his Persian's soft fur while he ran his other hand through his dark brown hair.

How would she react when he would enter their room? Would she only ask him in a soft desperate whisper why he had hurt her, her eyes dulled with hurt? Or would she even scream angrily at him, threatening to leave him to raise their child alone? Or would she even consider… No!

Giovanni shook his head, trying to get some disturbing pictures of Delia jumping from the roof or lying in the bathtub with open wrists out of his mind. Delia would never kill herself! No! But after all what had happened recently, Giovanni prepared himself for the worst as the car stopped and a servant opened the door.

Persian hissed as her trainer nearly stepped onto her tail and sneaked in between the opened wooden double door. Even that couldn't rip Giovanni out of his twisted thoughts. He simply stood there, in front of the marble stairs leading up to his mansion's entrance.

"Um, Sir, aren't you going to enter? Is something wrong?"

Not responding to his servant's question Giovanni adjusted is coat and followed Persian through the opened double door. Like always his butler stood in the white marble foyer, sweating slightly.

"Good evening sir, did you have a…"

The man dressed in tails was interrupted as he suddenly had an expensive beige-colored trench coat shoved in his arms.

"Didn't I tell you often enough to skip that part?"

"Um, sorry sir!"

"How's my wife?"

"She woke up around six pm. The only time someone entered was to bring her something to eat."

"Did she say anything… strange?"

"No, sir. As I entered to bring her ehm, her breakfast, she was still in bed but awake. I guess the pregnancy is tearing hardly at her strength."

No kidding you fool!

"Your wife told me to put the tablet on the nightstand and to leave her alone but the way she always does, sir. But somehow she had pressed her face's right side in the pillow and didn't…"

"Ok, you're dismissed, Brandon"

Apparently Delia hadn't told anyone about the little "incident". Giovanni wasn't sure whether he should see that as a good or a bad sign. He concluded that she most likely would not yell at him as he went closer and closer to their bedroom. The Rocket Boss stopped as he reached the door, hesitating as he grabbed the doorknob, pressed it down and entered.

The first thing he saw was Delia, standing on the left side of the window, dressed in simple white jogging pants and a pink sweater which was very fraught because of that mephitic stomach of hers. She did flinch as he opened the door but did not turn around and only continued to stare out of the window into the endless darkness of the night.

Taking a deep breath Giovanni approached his wife while mentally gearing himself for the upcoming confrontation.

As the mafia boss stood behind her he hesitated for a moment then he slowly reached out to touch her shoulder, carefully, as if one wrong movement could break her into a thousand pieces. Still knowing he had made a mistake last night Giovanni kissed her cheek, desperately, hoping she would react.

But Delia seemed somehow absent and apathetic and did not react. Giovanni frowned and squinched up his face in frustration even though he completely understood her actions. As she heard him sighing in a very frustrated manner Delia turned around in almost slow motion, keeping a straight face.

Looking at him she took a deep breath, gnawing on her now slightly chapped lips. Giovanni winced as he caught a sight of her right cheek. A big red mark was clearly visible. Yet that wasn't the only thing that caused the crime lord to worry. His wife's eyes were dull and she did not smile. Well, he couldn't blame her, after all he had slapped her brutally yesterday evening but it was so unusual to see her that way, almost scaring.

"Giovanni, we need to talk."

He swallowed a lump in his throat. Ok, it was time.

Maybe this could be solved quickly. But it was worth a try.

"Delia, I'm sorry for what I did yesterday."

"I… I don't know what on earth had gotten into me. I'm so sorry for hurting you my love. This will never happen again, I promise!"

No response. Then tension in the room was almost within reach. Then out of the sudden Delia spoke with a slightly cracked voice.

"Do you think I'll be a bad mother? Is that the reason?"

She turned her head against towards her astonished husband.

"As I asked you to put our child's life over mine, do you think I did it because I won't be able to give birth to a healthy child?"

"What? No for heaven's sake! You haven't done anything wrong! It was because…"

"Why?"

"Nothing."

"No, please tell me honey." She suddenly grabbed his hands and looked pleadingly in her husband's stunned eyes.

" Giovanni, there's something bothering you. I know you too well."

You know nothing of me my dear thought the crime lord as he turned his head to meet his wife's eyes.

No, no Delia don't look at me like that! It's not fair you know I can't resist you when you look at me that way!

"I was just stunned that you're poised to sacrifice yourself for … our child" said Giovanni, trying to go very carefully about his true thoughts.

It was quiet difficult for the Rocket Boss to force the words "our child" over his lips. In his opinion it was simply impossible for that thing inside his beloved's womb to be human. Evil, demonic, abnormal, malicious… those were the fitting words!

"Ah, that's just normal. I think every mother would do this for her child." said Delia as if that was the most taken for granted thing in the world!

" But I think I'll be the total opposite of a good loving mother. Maybe I simply deserve being sick or it's my punishment for failing, I don't know!" Delia continued in an ashamed tone, turning her gaze towards the floor.

Normally Giovanni would have chuckled. Every mother would do give her life to safe her child for her child? Obviously she had never met Ramona Corleone …

However he would not do so now. Once again his mouth was opened as if it hung on hinges and every single muscle his body consisted was tensed in shock. What had Delia just said? Maybe I simply deserve being sick? The limit was finally reached. This couldn't be! Giovanni had expected everything from Delia tonight from swearing to rejecting him. Still nothing could have prepared him for her blaming herself for his actions last night! She shouldn't feel guilty! That was completely wrong. Had this little love-stealer already manipulated her that much? There was no different way to solve the current situation, he had to tell her about his true thoughts about their child. Well I can approach it carefully to still have her trust me thought Giovanni, biting his lip.

"Honestly it's because of the child."

Delia looked up at him again, her big eyes filled with confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Since you're expecting you've changed so much!"

She opened her mouth to say something but Giovanni interrupted her by raising his hand.

"Wait, I'm not blaming you. You haven't done anything wrong Delia! Don't worry about things you aren't to blame for. Honestly, that thing inside you is the cause!"

"That… thing?" stuttered the auburn haired woman. No he, had outspoken that word! To distract Delia he tried to change the topic, at least a little bit.

"Since you're pregnant you've changed so much! You keep talking non-stop about our child, you're sacrificing so much, you" Giovanni stopped as he saw Delia locking her gaze with the floor again. Apparently she really hadn't noticed anything and was now overwhelmed with his allegations. That was understandable. But there was still a question lingering in his mind, he had to know that. Slowly the Rocket Boss touched her arm in a supposed-to-be comforting manner.

"Do you really want this child so much? Be honest"

She nodded slightly.

"But why? We're always so happy together! You don't need this child to be happy! You have me!"

"It's just that… " Delia suddenly started sobbing, tears streamed down her cheeks. It was as if she admitted something that had been bothering her very long.

"I'm always so alone when you're at work. I'm always here, in this house and it's so boring and lonely without you, without friends, without any kind of company. I have cabin fever every day and I absolutely hate it! Before I was pregnant I had even considered calling Lola and Caroline again!"

"What?"

Had he misheard something? It couldn't be! Giovanni had been very ashamed of himself as he Delia had told him she was unhappy but that she had really tried to get in contact with those two bitches again was too outraging. Lola and Caroline were the two trainer girls Delia had befriended at Professor Oak's laboratory. As Delia and he had started dating Giovanni had made sure he wouldn't have to share girlfriend (now wife) with them.

"Maybe it was really wrong not to stay in contact with them. After all everybody deserves a second chance!" Delia continued, as if she was searching a reason.

But to Giovanni it didn't matter now that she was blaming herself again. He wouldn't let her think about them again! Lola and Caroline were after a well-known growing monster the biggest threat to his relationship with Delia.

"But they don't!" insisted Giovanni, now less carefully with his movements.

" Come on, they've hurt you so badly! They had no right to offend you for not phoning them again!" he continued, trying to convince his wife.

"But I'm so desperate! I cry almost everyday! I can't stop remembering spending time with them, I can't stop thinking about their calls, maybe they haven't been serious! Perhaps they only called me because…"

"Delia, I made them call you!"

Before Giovanni knew it the words slipped out of his mouth. Wait! Had he really just said that?

"What did you do?!"

Before Delia knew it she screamed at her husband who looked clearly baffled. Apparently he hadn't wanted to say this and let it slip out but she was only shocked and angry.

"It had cost me quiet an effort to talk to them and befriend them! You know very well how difficult it had been for me! And you've just ruined it! They meant so much to me!"

She was now screaming indignantly. Backwards Delia hadn't even imagined exclaiming against Giovanni in her wildest dreams, he was so… daunting. But now it was different.

"Listen to me, I know it's difficult to understand but I only did it for your sake! If ever something happened to you I could not forgive myself!" explained the mafia boss.

Apparently he tried to paper over the cracks but she refused to believe him.

"But you can forgive yourself what you've done? Lying to me? How could you!" bawled Delia.

That was too much. Giovanni slapping her had already been very awkward and shocking for the eight-month pregnant woman. Giovanni telling her he had done it because of their baby had been a shock and quiet strange. But now he admitted that he had forced her sole friends to hurt her so badly. Delia's confusion changed into fury. Why would Giovanni do this?

"I did it to protect you!" answered the crime lord in a self-conscious convincing tone.

"They would never have harmed me! For heaven's sake, they're my friends!"

"Yes! They already had! You simply can't see that! And that thing inside you does it now!" He pointed towards her abnormal large stomach.

"What the hell is suddenly so wrong with you?" asked Delia, now confused. First her friends and now their child? What the hell was going on?

"Carrying this little love stealer is tearing at your nerves and health so much!"

"That's just usual for a pregnancy!"

"Maybe others see it that way, but I don't!"

"It is normal!" insisted Delia "The doctor told me there's nothing wrong!"

That's true isn't it thought the mother-to-be. Every time she went to see the doctor he had assured her that everything was fine. Giovanni had always been 'slightly' oversensitive when it came to her health and well-being, that wasn't new to her, but Delia had a strong feeling that this case was somehow different.

"Can't you see it?" He was shouting now. "It's stealing you away from me!"

Freezing in shock and fear Delia stared into her husband's eyes. Usually she could pass hours staring into those big brown eyes and get lost in them. By now they were burning with rage and fury, making fear grip her. What was wrong? Delia had wanted to talk with Giovanni after what had happened the night before, in need to know his reason for assaulting her.

Their conversation had started so calmly but now

"No it isn't!"

"You already love that goddamn thing more than me!"

"Why do you say that?" replied Delia desperately.

"We haven't been together for more than five months! Five months! Have you ever thought about what you're doing to me? You're killing me!"

"I love you! I simply don't feel comfortable! It would feel as if the baby watched us. But after the birth we'll go on as usual! I also don't like abdicating our love-life but…"

Delia gasped and flinched as Giovanni suddenly slammed his clenched fist into the wall beside them, his eyes filled with even more rage.

"Don't you get it Delia? It's making us abdicate!"

Out of the sudden he grasped her shoulders firmly and started to shake her. Delia's went more and more dazed with each passing second.

"S-t-t-top it!"

As suddenly as he had begun Giovanni stopped and let go of her shoulders, dropping her to the carpeted floor. A few moments they stayed like that, him staring at her in a shocked manner and she trying to regain her senses.

"Sorry" he muttered under his breath, holding his hand out to her. This had to be some gesture of apology but that did not matter. Not taking it Delia stood up, supporting herself with trembling arms and shaking with fear. Even more tears started to well up in her eyes as she mourned mentally over her luck in marriage that seemed to lie back a few centuries.

"I don't understand!" Delia wiped off the traces of tears off her cheeks and supported her head with one hand.

"Why are you so abruptly this way?" she whispered softly.

She couldn't hold back the tears stinging in her eyes anymore."

Why are you so… aggressive?"

The very next second Delia knew she had said something wrong, very wrong.

"That thing inside you is making me aggressive!

Her still sore shoulders were gripped again, even rougher than before Giovanni slammed her brutally into the wall. Delia was even too shocked to cry or scream, the pain was too overwhelming.

"I'm so sick of it! I'm sick of seeing you getting sicker and sicker everyday, I'm so sick from seeing you suffer because of that parasite, I'm sick of losing you even more with each passing day! I can't take it anymore!"

It was as if Giovanni was suddenly letting out all of some hidden frustrations, focusing them into his brutal actions. His voice and words hammered in her ears.

"What's your problem? You kept telling me all along that you're happy to be a father and now you don't want our child anymore?" whispered Delia, even lower than before.

Secretly she hoped that the man pressing her against the wall wouldn't hear her. But he did.

The crime lord just hissed in anger. "I've never wanted it!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I didn't want to hurt you!"

Suddenly Giovanni's voice was as gentle as usual and filled with desperation. Where did this sudden mood swings come from? But Delia screamed inwardly, hurt and confused. You didn't want to hurt me? And now you're slamming me into the wall? Love, what's wrong with you?!

"I love you and I won't share you with anybody else!"

The Rocket Boss took a deep breath. As he continued his little speech he screamed the way he did before, getting louder with each spoken word.

"No matter whether it's with your friends, another man, or even a child!"

"Stop that! Stop! No no no no no!"

In a feeble attempt to defend herself Delia struggled within his iron grasp, trying to free her arms, trying to do something, anything though she knew it was useless.

"SHUT UP!"

SLAP!

Delia screamed and whimpered as the second slap in twenty-four hours hit her, this time on her left cheek and even more brutal than the first one had been. She plunged to the floor like last night. But her husband didn't leave it at that. More punches followed on all parts of Delia's already fragile body, leaving black and blue marks everywhere. But most of all the beatings stroke her grown stomach, her pregnant stomach, her baby.

"Giovanni!" screeched Delia "Stop that! You'll kill our baby! Please!"

"So much the better! I'll kill that damn thing either way! I won't let it take you away from me! No matter how badly you want it!"

What happened next happened so fast that Delia didn't even noticed everything. In a blind fury Giovanni's strokes became more and more brutal. Then he pulled her, his now semi-unconscious wife, across their room and threw her onto their bed.

Vaguely Delia administrated her pants being pulled down and the sound of clothes being ripped in two halves. She screamed her lungs out, hoping that someone would come to save her from her monstrous violent husband. The only things she could clearly feel were his groping hands and his mouth on her neck, leaving bites all over her soft skin.

"You're mine! You're mine alone! Do you get that?!"

The pain was numbing. Delia couldn't even scream or cry anymore, the pain was too bad. She felt as if a fierce tornado had grabbed her and pulled her up into a terrible thunderstorm. Merely the desperate kicking of the life inside her told her to keep strong, to stay conscious, to stay alive as everything went dark.

To be continued…

Ok, I decided to split this chapter in two. I hope it's not too bad, I just wanted to get this one published and it's so late. Tell me what you think!

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