New Years Eve Catastrophe

Jonny Marconi is back on the Over-the-Top, BTB story. You'll need to put reality aside for this one.

Thanks to @OffRoadDiesel for the edits and suggestions.

Tags: #Cheat #BTB #Divorce #Pain #OverTheTop

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New Years Eve Catastrophe

The Sicilian Mafia don't play those games. Revenge is Sweet.

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ext month will be the 8th anniversary of Vincente's wedding in Catania, Italy, a town just outside of Sicily. Vincente was a made-man and part of the Marconi family.

Antonio Marconi attended the wedding out of respect for his cousin Jonny, now head of the Marconi family back in Chicago. The wedding was what you would have expected with a large Italian reception with tons of food, wine, drinks and dancing into the early morning hours. Laughter, fights, dancing, more laughter and lots of drinks flowed all evening.

Antonio took a liking to one of the wedding servers, a young girl named Elise Fellini. She came from a small, poor family that worked for the Marconi Family over many years and was present for many of their special occasions. They served at weddings, cleaned houses, and did odd jobs whenever needed. The Marconi family was generous, well respected, and feared among the locals and villages in the area.

Watching the girl all evening, Antonio found her to be exactly the type of woman he was looking for. A young, pretty, innocent girl who knew her place and would be happy to get out of her current hard life.

For the following week, Antonio courted the young woman with the family's blessing. They were thrilled at the prospect of their daughter moving up and out of the poor lifestyle she was trapped in.

Antonio had to fly home to take care of business in Chicago, but decided to return a month later to see Elise after speaking with Jonny about his plans. After Jonny gave Antonio his blessings he flew back to Sicily and met up with the Fellini family. He asked her father for her hand and they happily agreed. Antonio was generous and told the family he would support them and replace the money that Elise earned on a monthly deposit as a sign of respect for his family and his daughter's hand. It was a custom to take care of the family, which was not a financial burden for Antonio.

They had a small wedding and her younger sister, Lucia, was her maid of honor. Lucia was only sixteen and even more beautiful than her gorgeous sister, Elise. It was a wonderful wedding and two days later Elise was on her first airplane, riding first class to her new home in the USA.

The 7,000 square foot home on the lake, was a far cry from the 800 square foot home her and the family lived in for those years. Elise could not get used to all the luxurious surroundings and servants that took care of the home. It took Antonio and the family to make her understand her place, and that living like this was normal for their family.

Excited and nervous, Elise found the next year to be a whirlwind of change. She had to improve her English, learn new customs, and come to terms with the fact that she was no longer a lower-class servant but Antonio Marconi's wife. Her cousins and extended family helped her adjust to the American lifestyle, and before long, she was fully immersed in shopping, visiting salons, and planning dinners with the help. Elise was happier than she had ever been. Antonio could not be happier as she was everything he had hoped for in a wife.

True to his word, Antonio took care of her family back home, visiting them twice a year with Elise. Over the next five years Elise embraced her new life, enjoying country club visits, tennis lessons, spa treatments, and all the perks of the good life. Her family back home also flourished from Antonio's generosity and were able to move into a larger home with more luxuries than they ever dreamed of, thanks to their little girl marrying into the Marconi family.

Five years later

Five wonderful years later their life together was happy and satisfying. They were now trying to have children and start a family.

One day at the country club, Elise was with a friend who introduced her to Gunther. Captivated by her beauty and accent, he offered her a job at his company, explaining that they needed a translator for some of their clients and that her presence would bring an added dimension of beauty to the office.

Flattered, she initially declined his offer, as she wasn't looking for work, but she was intrigued by the prospect of using her Italian translation skills and doing something other than shopping and visiting day spas. It would only be a few hours a week, allowing her to prove her value to Antonio and show everyone that she was more than just a spoiled wife.

Elise pleaded with Antonio to let her work and contribute to their family because she felt guilty about taking without giving back. Antonio explained that, in their family, it was the man's role to provide, and the wives did not work. However, after many discussions and arguments, Antonio reluctantly agreed, telling her she could work as long as nothing changed between them. He made it clear that if he noticed any inconveniences, she would have to quit.

Elise was ecstatic to contribute and be productive again. While she enjoyed the diva lifestyle, she missed the sense of purpose that came with serving and contributing. This opportunity allowed her to demonstrate her value to Antonio and become an even better wife. She quickly became deeply involved in her work and was eager to impress Antonio with a promotion that Gunther had promised her. Achieving that would prove to her generous husband just how grateful she was for being his wife.

Over the next several months Elise worked hard to make sure Antonio was happy and that her job didn't interfere with her home life. She made sure to sexually satisfy his needs and make sure he knew how much she appreciated her efforts.

Unfortunately, she made a mistake one evening when she told Antonio that Gunther wanted to have a business meeting after work one day.

Innocently, without thinking that there was any alternative meaning, she started a conversation with her husband, "Honey, Gunther wants to have a dinner meeting after work this week to discuss my job and a possible promotion. I know you don't like me working, but you know how much I enjoy it and how proud it makes me feel."

"He wants to take you to dinner, just the two of you?" That was the first time he had an inkling that there might be trouble afoot and would do a little research on Mr. Gunther.

"Yes, he said he's too busy at work and needs some private time with me to discuss my performance."

Smiling and keeping calm, Antonio replied, "Honey, you will not go to dinner with him alone. End of story. If he wants to discuss your work, he can do that at the office. If he has a problem with that, tell him to give me a call. I don't want to hear about this again, do you understand?"

That was the last time she brought it up, and life went on without any more questions about private meetings with her boss. Antonio did some research on Gunther and didn't like what he learned and would keep a closer eye on the situation. He was going to have a talk with Gunther at the upcoming New Year's Eve party, and make it clear that he didn't approve of private meetings with his wife after work hours.

Antonio's Nightmare

The party was a week away and Antonio was already tired of hearing how wonderful her boss was, and how excited she was for them to go to the New Years Eve Party at his home. All the girls told her how amazing these parties were and she wanted to have a good time. She purchased a sexy and elegant dress, had salon treatments, and looked like a Movie Star. When Antonio came into her dressing room he was taken back by her beauty and gave the most passionate kiss and told her, "I love you Mrs. Marconi."

She returned the kiss and giggled at his complement. "You look very handsome in that Tux, Mr. Marconi and I love you too."

He arranged for a limo to the party as he did not want to drink and drive on that cold Chicago night. They were having record winds and low temperatures and Antonio did not want to deal with any car trouble that night.

Antonio knew all about Gunther before he arrived at the party. A background check turned up the fact that he was ex-military and employed by a dark division of Blackwater, known to hire mercenaries in their line of work. All the information pointed to Gunther being a bad man, that did bad things for the government and not someone to be taken lightly. Antonio had a bad feeling about this guy, and was going to pay close attention that evening.

At the party, Elise eagerly introduced her husband, Gunther, a towering figure at six-foot-six and 280 pounds, to Antonio, who was nearly eight inches shorter. Antonio felt dwarfed as he shook Gunther's massive hand, instantly recognizing him as more than just a potential rival.

His intuition peaked as he recalled some conversations over the previous months that Elise was having private lunches with her boss until he made it clear that it had to stop. She said it had stopped but could only hope that she was telling the truth.

Gunther had a large estate on several acres of land. There were over 15 bedrooms and all the amenities that came with his position. Blackwater was known to run some underhanded operations with drugs and cash always seeming to be involved. Antonio could smell the drug money that this place was emanating.

Antonio spotted six other Blackwater types, easily recognizable from their size, scars, and tattoos. They all had female companions but their actions and the way they watched the boss and the crowd, clearly showed that they were there to protect Gunther and monitor the party.

Everyone was having a good time as midnight was fast approaching.

Antonio' recalls the events of that night

It's been four months since the incident at Gunther's New Year's party. It all started when I left Elise with her co-worker, Janet, to visit the men's room. A few minutes later when I returned, Elise was nowhere to be found, so I looked around to see where she might have gone. I thought maybe she and Janet had gone to the ladies' room. I saw movement at the corner of my eye, and that's when I felt my blood turn to ice. Standing there dumbfounded, I saw her climbing the stairs holding Gunther's hand. When I called out to her, she just turned, gave me a big smile, and said, "I love you."

Suddenly, I realized that her work friends saw what happened and gave me a knowing look of pity. I was about to rush after her when Aldo and Bruno, two of his goons, grabbed my arms and told me to relax and let it happen. They said their boss, the host of the party, had given them strict instructions not to interrupt them.

"Antonio, your wife knew about tonight, and agreed to this before the party even started. This is just a one-time thing the boss does every year with one of the wives. He's just going to fuck her when the ball drops so that she will always remember him and this night, every year, for the rest of her life. It's kind of his tradition, and the boss always gets his way. Look, just try to relax, she'll be back before you even know what happened. Then she'll be yours again, but for the rest of this year, she belongs to him. She's worked hard, and she deserves this one time, so just let it go. Don't fight it, and don't think about doing anything heroic, trust me it won't turn out well for you. Just sit down and enjoy the food and drinks until she comes back down. Then you can take her home and reclaim what is yours."

I was in shock, and apparently, he thought his pep talk was working, because when they felt me relax, they released their grip. Without a second's hesitation I quickly threw a wicked punch up into Aldo's throat sending him gasping to the floor.

That was my last memory until I came to, zip-tied to a column outside on the patio. Apparently, the other guy, Bruno, knocked me out after I incapacitated Aldo. I learned later that Bruno then carried me outside so as not to disrupt the party. He left me there unconscious and tied to the patio column as he went in to attend to Aldo. Bruno figured that my wife would come get me when she was done fucking the boss, and left me alone in the cold Chicago night.

When I regained consciousness, I felt the pain on my face and the coldness on my body. I wasn't sure which hurt more — the cold or my aching head. My entire body was shivering as it tried to deal with the wind and zero-degree temperature. I learned later that with the wind chill, I was exposed to

minus 15-degree

temperatures for over thirty minutes.

Bleeding and dizzy from the punches, I had trouble comprehending the pain until I looked up and realized that I was tied-up just below the bedroom where my wife was getting pounded by her boss. I not only had to endure the pain from the knockout punch, the ice-cold temperatures, but also being this close to my wife — helpless and in agonizing pain. I actually remember praying for the good lord to take me when I heard everyone cheering as they welcomed the new year. It was a great party and celebration for everyone but me, as I tried to maintain consciousness realizing that at that precise moment Gunter was unloading his vile semen into my soon to be ex-wife, the woman I loved and cherished. From this day forward, every New Year's Eve, and for the rest of my life, I would remember this humiliation, pain, and betrayal.

After what felt like forever, I realized that my core body temperature was dropping. I knew I was in trouble when nobody heard me yell out for help. Growing up in cold weather all my life, I was well aware of hypothermia and what to expect.

The angst I felt from my wife's humiliation, along with the pain in my stomach and heart, were overwhelming. As everyone enjoyed the New Year's festivity, I remained tied outside and forgotten. Alone and cold, I could only stare up at his bedroom and know my wife was with Gunther as they welcomed in the new year with his cock buried deep inside her pussy. The pussy that was promised to me, was now a distant memory... and never to be mine again.

After several more minutes of feeling sorry for myself, the pain subsided and I realized my body was shutting down. The cold was doing its job, and if I wasn't back inside shortly, I might not recover. A few minutes later I closed my eyes and slipped into a welcomed darkness, as all my pain and angst were finally gone. I welcomed the darkness as the humiliation and anger left my body. The next thing I remember is lying on a warm carpet covered in blankets, with my loving, treacherous wife hovering over me. I heard her calling out my name, and rubbing my freezing body, as if trapped in a horrific nightmare unable to escape.

She cried out, "Antonio! Are you OK? Baby wake up! Somebody, we need more blankets!"

I felt kisses on my face, and heard a sweet voice, "I'm so sorry they left you outside, they were supposed to take care of you. I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I love you baby." Her words sounded like something out of a distant memory, from someone I used to love and cherish. Now those words sounded fake and hollow, and I wanted them to stop. I wanted to go back into the darkness and escape from this tragic nightmare.

Fortunately, I was unable to respond. All I could feel was my entire body violently shivering. Several minutes later, after hearing her pleas of "forgive me" and "I`m sorry", an ambulance arrived and took me to the hospital. The last thing I remember was being medicated by an older nurse. I didn't regain consciousness until the next day.

It was now 3 AM, and the night shift nurse came over to my hospital bed when she saw I was waking up. Apparently, Elise hadn't left my side, and was sleeping in the bed next to me the entire time.

The elderly nurse spoke, "Welcome back honey, your poor wife has been worried sick and hasn't left your side. What in the world were you doing outside in this freezing weather? Do you have a death wish? You're a lucky man to have someone that loves you that much, you'd be surprised what we see here."

I remember thinking, 'Yeah she loves me so much,' I wanted to tell the nurse that she's the reason I'm here, but couldn't talk because of the pain in my lungs, and my fits of coughing.

"You have a lot going on, so don't talk. Just relax and don't try to get up. We're here to help you, and the doctor will be here in a few minutes. That's when I saw Elise rushing over to my bed when she heard the nurse talking to me.

"Sweetheart, are you OK? I've been so worried." I felt my anger start to rise when I remembered the events that led to this moment in time. I wanted to jump up and strangle this woman that had just destroyed my world and happy life.

That's when the doctor arrived and told me that I had frostbite and lost the tip of two fingers, a heart arrhythmia, and pneumonia, and the good news was I would make full recovery. Good news? I was praying for death. I glared at Elise who could no longer hold my gaze.

When the doctor saw how upset I was and how my blood pressure was rising they decided to medicate me again. Soon I was back in that welcomed darkness, away from reality and my treacherous wife and shattered life.

The next day

My cousin Johnny Marconi came by after hearing about my situation. Johnny was the head of the Chicago family, which ran several businesses in the city — some legitimate and others best left unmentioned.

(You can read more about Jonny in my 3-part story -Love, Sex, and Revenge)

Because of my lung issues, I had to speak in a low voice, almost a whisper, as I told Johnny the entire story. Johnny gave me an atta boy for taking down one of the goons. He smiled when he explained how my punch took down the big man, and that Aldo was admitted to the same hospital due to the permanent damage I had done to his trachea. That was the first time I smiled since visiting the men's room at the party, just before I saw Elise walking up the stairs, hand and hand, with Gunther.

"I know you, Antonio, and I'm concerned. What are you going to do?"

With my lung capacity damaged I had to speak in whispers and motioned for him to come closer. "Divorce her and kill him."

With a sad look on his face he said, "Antonio, let's think this out. I agree, this guy needs a definite attitude adjustment. Let me come up with something that might keep you out of jail, and perhaps give you the satisfaction you deserve"

Waving him close and with strained breathing I said, "Jonny, I could have died last night. I had to watch him take her to his bed while I was restrained. To make it more painful, they placed me right outside his bedroom window in the cold, knowing that he was fucking her the entire time. The mother fucker even did it on New Year's Eve to welcome in the New Year. Apparently, it's his way of letting the husbands know who was the better man, and to leave that lasting memory. Johnny, for the rest of my fucking life, every New Years, what do you think will be on my mind? No, the mother fucker has to die, and she needs to go. Please keep my cheating wife out of this room, I don't want to see her."

Shortly after our conversation, Jonny instructed the nursing staff not to let Elise back in the room. Elise cried, not understanding why I did that, and treating her this way. She begged Jonny to make me understand and forgive her but Jonny was firm and told her to wait until I was ready to see her.