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"There is no need to do this, D'Angelo! You have made it perfectly clear…" Bain barks out.
Suddenly, Dante is pointing a gun at my stepfather. "Yes, we have, and yet you continue to try and make contact with her." Dante's voice turns angry. "Poppet doesn't receive any mail, so you can stop sending her letters from made-up names and such; she will never receive them."
I stare at Bain in bewilderment when hearing this. He's been trying to contact me! I thought I was pretty much forgotten. I'm shoved down over the desk as my skirt is raised, and Dante chuckles.
"I see my brothers have already had you. What's a little bit more?" Dante muses, and I now know how he's going to cash in.
I'm not going to shut down, though. The old Ryan would do that, but she's long gone. I'm used to the D'Angelos’ treatment, and I will take everything they do to me, using it to fuel my vengeance against them. They are creating a monster who is fast becoming their future nightmare, and they don't even realize it.
Dante, cashing in that day and taking me right there in front of Bain, set the ball rolling in my revenge. As Luca held Bain's head by his hair so he wouldn't look away and Dante held mine the same way, something passed between my stepfather and I as we stared into one another’s eyes. An understanding of what we were both thinking could be seen in his eyes, and I know he could see it in mine. We are going to end the D'Angelo brothers together, somehow, someway… and soon.
When I looked at Sergio standing back a few feet, there was anger in his eyes, but he wasn't looking at me. No, he was looking at his brother as Dante used the barrel of his gun to fuck me first. I didn’t dare move because there was no question about whether it was loaded. He was merciless with it as he thrust it in and out of me. Silent tears rolled down my face from the embarrassment of being turned on by the crude use of the gun being fucked into me and the chilling thought as to whether the gun would go off.
Sergio gave a warning growl just before I was about to come all over the hard metal and Dante pulled it out then, chuckling, but plunged his cock into me immediately afterward, fucking me relentlessly. Maybe I should have felt for Sergio in that moment, but I didn't have it in me to feel sorry for any of them, even if I knew their feelings had grown for me. Dante isn't doing anything that Sergio himself hasn't done. I’ve been fucked with guns, knife handles, and all sorts of other handles belonging to different implements. They like to test the stretch they said.
Luca drew my attention back to him and Bain as he whispered something in my stepfather's ear. Rage came across his features as he tried to jerk his head away, but Luca refused to let him do so.
I remember Dante's taunting voice as he told my stepfather his plans for my near future, "Ryan has two more months on her birth control, so if your wife is going to die, she should do it before then. Our poppet here will be out of commission." Dante and Luca both chuckled. "Ryan will be too busy being tied up and pumped full of our seed until it takes, and she carries a D'Angelo heir."
I can still feel a few of my nails breaking as my fingers curled, scraping them against the hardwood as he took me from behind. I should have known that they wouldn’t take my feelings into account even after I told Luca why I wanted to wait. It will be a cold day in hell before I carry their child. I'd rather carry Satan's spawn. Although, their child would be a close comparison to that. Dante has given me a time frame and has just decided on the D'Angelo brothers’ demise.
That was yesterday, but it seems like it just happened. I'm still sore from it all as I sit between Dante and Sergio in the limo. I haven't spoken to any of them since, and although my little show of rebellion has amused them, they are quickly becoming irritated.
Sergio thought that by making love to me last night, I would speak to him again. He didn't understand that I was sore from being used so much lately, and that it only made me hate him more. I can't bring myself to pretend everything is fine just yet, and I should be doing exactly that because I can see their tempers building every time I ignore them. That won't be good for me once they have had enough of my little tantrum.
Sergio's hand has been on my thigh the whole ride to Huntley Manor, and Luca keeps glancing at it suspiciously. Suddenly, Luca speaks up, his words dripping with venom as his lip curls into a sneer, "I hope you're not getting feelings for our little poppet, Serg. She is here for revenge. We use her, we possess her, and we toss her aside when we no longer need her. She will carry at least one of our heirs, but wewill never love her!"
Well, I can count him out as falling in love with me.
"You don't know what you're talking about, Luca!" Sergio growls at his younger brother, "I could never love poppet. Love fucking her…yes. Love seeing her in my collar and crawling on the floor…yes. But love a needy whore…never."
I'd wince at the hateful way he says this, but the slight squeeze of his hand tells me something that he doesn't want his brother to know.Sergio already loves me. I close my eyes and swallow hard.It’s hard for me to accept this, but it’s supposed to be a good thing that he loves me…right? I wanted them to fall for me; it was part of my plan. I should feel bad for Sergio because of the deception I have planned,but Sergio’s feelings for me change nothing.
Dante remains quiet until the limo pulls up in front of the Manor. He then grips my jaw and turns my face to him. "You will be on your best behavior, Ryan. Don't try to be sneaky, or else I will make a little phone call to the prison and ensure your precious Beau gets a few visitors during his stay."
I don't let him see how his words affect me, but inside, my heart beats erratically with the threat. "I'll be a good girl, Dante. I promise," I say the best I can with how tight his hand is on my jaw.
A wicked grin appears on his face. "That's what I like to hear." His mouth is on mine, shoving his tongue past my lips and taking my mouth possessively.
Luca laughs, "We should bend our little poppet over her mother's bed and fuck her. Teach our girl here not to ignore us again."
"Shut the fuck up, Luca! Not only is that so fucked up," Sergio sneers, "But it's fucking disrespectful! You forget that they are the innocent ones in this whole vendetta. It's not them, the women, who need our anger, but the men. Would you have someone do that to our mother?"
Luca scoffs, not caring about his brother's anger, "I guess we will never know since she was taken from us, now, will we?"
"ENOUGH!" Dante yells and then looks at Luca. "Sergio is right! Ryan is the one getting the shit end of this, and we do not need to be disrespecting a woman on her death bed." Dante runs his hand through his hair. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Luca?"
The youngest brother shrugs. "I don't see sense in trying to make our little poppet happy when we all know that no matter what we do, she will never accept us fully." Luca's eyes land on mine, but I show him no emotion because he's right. "We fucking took her, stole her away from the man she did love, and have done unspeakable things to her. I'm only being realistic. I think you guys are forgetting who we are. We don't do feelings and we definitely don't love. Besides, once the Huntley heir finds another bitch, this one's time with us is over. Poppet will be sold, and we will take the new love of Huntley's life."
If nothing else Luca says gets to me, this does. I've thought about Beau finding and being with someone else when he gets out, and it's too much to bear. That was before, though. I plan on getting out of here, and I will find a way to free Beau, and wewill be together again.
Neither Dante nor Sergio disagrees with Luca, but none of it matters because I will never allow any of that to come to pass. Thinking about the end game gets me thinking of how I must start acting around them. Luca's little speech just gave me the perfect excuse for why my attitude is about to change drastically. I now have a reason to become their perfect agreeable poppet.
"Oh God, Mom…" I hurry to her bedside and take her hand.
"Ryan…" my mom says tiredly, smiling, "I've missed you, sweetie. How are you?"
"I'm good, Mom. There is nothing for you to worry about, okay?" I try reassuring her because the last thing I want is to have her worrying over me.
