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"You're going to pay for that!" Backhanding me again, I fall this time, but I still don't give up.
I try crawling away from him, but he's on me instantly. I try bucking him off, but he's too heavy. Not knowing if he still has the knife on him, I scream, but it doesn't matter. Gripping my hair, he slams my head into the hardwood floor, silencing me instantly. I stop fighting as I try to stop myself from blacking out. Stars dance before my eyes as I lay here, unable to see anything but a blurry room. He slams my head down again, and I can't even lift it afterward.
I blink, trying to get my wits about me but he's gotten me good. I can faintly hear the jingle of a belt and then…a zipper. His hot breath is on me as the weight of his body suffocates me. "I love me a fighter. It gets me so fucking hard."
I feel his hand between us as he pulls up my dress and laughs, "Should have known you wouldn't be wearing panties. They hate the annoying things. They get in the way of what we want."
He spreads my legs using his feet, and I can't help the tears that flow now. "Please…" I croak, still unable to talk or think straight and too dazed to try harder.The fucker probably gave me a concussion.
"That's it, beg for me to fuck this filthy cunt of yours." He situates himself between my legs, readying himself to thrust into me. His fingers are brutal as they push into me, but then they are gone and I can feel his tip at my entrance as he says, "Not as wet as I like but I’ll make do. Now, beg me to use you like the fucking whore you are…"
There is a loud roar, and then the weight is off me, but I can't move. I just lay here crying, my legs still spread open on the floor, as I hear things breaking all around me. Voices shouting and more commotion before I hear a familiar voice.
"Take care of him, now!" Sergio growls, and then I'm being turned onto my back. "Jesus, fuck!" he gasps as he looks down at me.
I don't think I've ever felt so relieved to see Sergio D'Angelo, or even the other two brothers, as I do right now. "Serg…" I choke out.
"Shh, you're safe now, poppet," he soothes, lifting me as gently as he can until I'm in his arms. "Luca, let Dante deal with him. You will kill him too quickly. I need you to grab the first aid kit and come to my room with it."
Everything starts fading in and out, and I hear Sergio telling me to stay awake, but I'm too sleepy. The movement of him carrying me, combined with his heartbeat against the side of my head, lulls me to sleep. But just before the darkness takes me, I hear Sergio curse again, ordering me to hang on.
I'm burning up. It's like an inferno in here, I think to myself as I start to wake up. It's dark, so it must be late. I try to move, but I notice two things right away. One, my head throbs, and my body hurts like a bitch. Two, I'm being held in place on my side by a massive arm slung over me and tucking me into the body attached to it.
I notice Sergio's cologne instantly. I wouldn't mind snuggling into him, but I'm stuck in place and sweating like a pig. Giving up, I close my eyes to try and go back to sleep, but soon, my bladder starts to bug me to relieve it. I don't want to wake Sergio up, but I'm not going to have any other choice if I'm to get out of his bed before I piss myself.
Lifting my hand, I run a finger lightly down his stubbled cheek. "Sergio," I whisper, but he doesn't move. I run my finger over his lips and say his name a little louder, "Sergio…"
I giggle as I start to poke my finger into his nostril but jump when he murmurs and grins, "Even with a concussion, you're a little shit."
I gasp, "A concussion? How did I get a concussion? Is that why my whole-body hurts? What happened?"
Sergio blinks at me and then lifts his head to get a good look at me. "Do you not remember what happened?"
I shake my head and knit my brows. "No, the last thing I remember is watching you guys play cards with your…"
It all floods back in the moment we start talking about his cousin. My body shudders and begins to shake, but Sergio pulls me into his arms. "None of that, poppet. Antonio will never hurt you again, I promise." His voice is…tender and so out of the ordinary for him that I immediately stop shaking.
"What did you guys do to him?" I'm pretty sure I already know, but I have to hear it.
"He got what he deserved, and I'll leave it at that," he states.
"Sergio, I want to know. I need to hear you say it. I know he's your cousin, but he was truly evil, and I hope he's dead." I'm breathing heavily. "I've never wanted someone dead as much as I want him to be. I tried warning him, but it pissed him off more, telling me that I didn't know you three like he does because you guys are blood."
"Stop getting yourself all worked up over that piece of shit. I took care of him for the most part," Sergio says. "He was barely moving by the time I handed him to Dante so I could go to you."
I stare up at his face in the dark, and for just one moment, I wish that he wasn't a cold-hearted trafficking killer, because I could have learned to love him possibly. He has his moments, but I'm seeing his softer side more and more. Unfortunately, that doesn't change anything, and I love Beau, who is more of a man than all of the D'Angelos put together.
I can't believe I'm about to say this, but in a soft, wispy voice, I say to him, "I want him dead, Sergio."
He stares at me a moment. "Are you sure?"
There is no hesitancy with him or any argument about Antonio being his blood. He asks me that one simple question and waits for me to answer. Am I sure that I want that fucker dead? I'm sure that I never want to see his face again, and I'm sure that I don't want another woman to ever go through what I did at his hands, so I nod.
"Okay. Consider it done if it isn't already." He brushes his lips against my forehead.
"You're serious? You would kill him for me?" I'm stunned.
"He touched you after Luca had already told him not to, and he hurt you. I would have snapped his neck when I found him on you had I not wanted him to suffer first." He pulls me into his chest. "Nobody is allowed to hurt you but us," he rasps, and believe it or not, I smile at his words, knowing that he only means hurting me in a pleasurable way.
