“It’s not as stunning as you, Taylor.” He whispered and stroked my cheek before bending down and kissing me. I knew what he was doing. He was staking his claim and I frowned up at him when he stepped back.

“Do you want it?”

“Please.”

Austin handed the man the correct change and we headed over to another stall. This one was selling a bunch of knick-knacks. I looked up at the cashier as I stood and saw his gaze was drawn down my dress. I glared at him before storming away.

I noticed noise down the bottom of the market so headed that way. Austin took a hold of my hand as we weaved through the people who were in the city market. I couldn’t stop the smile as I noticed the carnival that was happening. Women and men dressed in Chinese robes and white masks looked around at everyone as they danced to some song.

We stayed for a few moments before Austin took me into a small diner. When I sat down at a booth the vinyl cracked and I grinned.

“What would you like, angel?”

“That.” I pointed to the board that announced the special of the day. It was some sort of pasta and I really wanted to try it. Austin ordered a pizza so big I wasn’t sure it would fit on the table but as the waiter headed back with our meals I noticed Austin acting strange. I was about to call him out on it when the waiter placed out meals down.

“Lo chef vi augura il meglio e spera che la splendida signora gode il suo pasto.” The waited winked at me and Austin growled before standing up in his seat and getting nose to nose with the waiter.

“Austin.” I whispered and he turned to glare at me.

“No, Taylor. They have no right to treat you like a piece of fucking meat. You’re not theirs to stare at.” He turned back to the waiter with a sneer. “Say anything out of bounds again I’ll chop your dick off and serve it for the special.”

“Austin!” I exclaimed as he sat down. He ran his hands through his hair and leant back on the chair.

“Do you even know what he said to you?”

“The chef wishes you the best and hopes the gorgeous lady enjoys her meal.” I said to him. I reached over the table and twined my fingers with his. I was still angry at him about causing a scene in the middle of the diner but he looked so sad at the moment.

“I hate it when other people flirt with you.”

“You don’t care when Oli does it anymore.”

“No because I know he won’t actually hit on you. These fuckers will. I hate this place.” He glared down at the pizza and I felt tears well up in my eyes. This wasn’t the honeymoon I was expecting. I was hoping he was going to enjoy himself as much as I am.

“Then we’ll go.” I whispered the words to him even as I didn’t want to. I’d wanted to go to Venice for years and now I was here the man I loved didn’t want to be.

“No, I know how much you love this place so we’re staying. I swear if anyone touches you I will stab them through the eyes. Understand?”

“I understand.” I looked down at the bowl of pasta in front of me and picked my fork up. I felt the anger creeping up on me now as I ate. Why did he think he could tell me what to do? I know I wasn’t flirting back with the people but just because they were flirting with me didn’t give him the right to get angry with me.

“Are you alright, Taylor?”

“No. I’ll meet you back the hotel.” I said as I stood and tossed my napkin on the table before storming out of the restaurant. I knew the name of my hotel so I’m pretty sure I would be able to get back. Austin came rushing out of the restaurant but got stopped by the chef to pay the bill by the time he was out of there I was nowhere to be seen.

A text binged on my phone.

Austin: You don’t even know where you are. Please come back.

Me: Go back to the hotel. I’ll meet you there later.

I tossed my phone back in my bag and headed down towards the river. I took a shortcut which I wish I never did. I fell to the floor as something hit me in the back of the head. I heard screaming a few seconds before I blacked out.

Notes

Title Cred: Black Veil Brides

Ugh, I so don't know where to go with this? How many more chapters do you want? I need know. Help me out by commenting what you want me to do.