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Dante becomes angry when she doesn't come forward and starts removing his belt. I lay my hand over his. "Let me try first, Dante."
He pauses and stares at me momentarily before nodding. I take the key and unlock the door, looking back at him. "Don't leave…" I tell him, making him think I worry they will attack.
I move into the cage, approach the young girl, and squat before her. "Hey, it's okay…you're safe. Will you come with me to the bars so he can see you?"
The girl shakes her head and tries moving away from me, but before I can say anything, Dante's irritated, baritone voice reverberates through the area, "You will listen to your mistress and come forward, or I will whip you with my belt!"
The young female flinches and still cowers away. Mustering my mistress role, I straighten my back and grab her arm, yanking her toward the bars. I turn her to face Dante. "Tell him how old you are, and do not lie because we have ways of finding out, and you won't like how that is done."
The frightened young girl stares back at me. "F-Fifteen," she stutters.
"Fuck!" Dante curses, making the young girl flinch.
I jerk my head at her, indicating she can go back to her spot in the corner if she wishes. I leave the cage and lock the door, returning the key to its place. Going to stand before Dante, I gaze up at him and wait to see what he says about this turn of events.
When he says nothing, I ask, "What do you want me to do?"
"There's nothing you can do. The damage has been done. All I can do is talk to one of my contacts who takes in the young ones and keeps them to clean and cook until they are of age, then they will come back to me, and will be trained and sold," he explains.
I gasp, "Why can't you just let her go? She's just a kid, Dante!"
I realize I've overstepped when he grabs my hair again and brings his face close to mine. "Don't ever undermine my authority, poppet. You may have an amazing cunt, but that doesn't mean you will ever have a say in how I run my business."
"I'm sorry, Dante. I never meant to undermine you. I was only asking, I swear." My eyes sting with unshed tears because he's pulling on my hair so hard.
Finally, his other hand cups my cheek. "It's okay. I believe you, poppet. Now come, there is something else that I need your help with." Taking my hand, he leads me deeper into the basement.
He's hanging by his chained wrists in the middle of the room, stripped of all his clothes. Beaten and broken, Antonio looks as if he may already be dead. Welts and cuts litter his body, along with bruises and what looks to be a dislocated shoulder. His body jerks, almost like he’s convulsing, but then I see them, hands on each side of his hips. Mario is behind him sodomizing an unconscious Antonio. I gasp and turn my head, not able to look at the grotesque scene. Grunts and groan echo through the room before I hear a zipper and look back in time to see Mario stepping out from behind Antonio, nodding at me while he smirks.
"Ah, poppet!" Luca calls out, "You are looking so much better today."
He grabs me up by my waist, pulls me away from his older brother, and kisses me. He takes ownership of my lips as they all do, and he doesn't stop until I moan. He grips my jaw, which is still a bit sore from my face being slammed into the floor, and he examines the bruising on my face.
"It's a shame he marred your beauty for the time being." He runs his thumb over my bottom lip before releasing me. "You have come at the perfect time."
"I thought he was already dead," I say in a soft voice, still unable to look at my attacker.
"What? Oh no, poppet. We've been having playtime with our dear old cousin, waiting for you to be well enough to come down here." Luca runs his finger down my cheek. "Mario gave him a taste of his own medicine a few times a day since he attacked you, and I, well, I've been practicing my own skills."
My stomach churns. I know I said I wanted him dead, and I do, but this is too much. I never meant for him to be tortured. He's their family, for Christ's sake! How can they do this to blood? I glance at Dante, who glares at his cousin hanging from the ceiling.
"Luca, what exactly have you been waiting for?" I ask, dread starting to fill me because I'm pretty sure I know what they want me to do.
"Sergio said you wanted Antonio dead, so we've been waiting on you to heal enough so you can do it yourself." Luca pulls me to him again. "We want someone killed; we kill them ourselves. It's how it works, and it's time you learn so yourself."
I feel Dante's heat before he presses himself against my back. His hot breath tickles my ear. "If you love us the way you say you do, then that means you accept our lifestyle and are ready to join the ranks. Kill your attacker, Ryan, and show us that you meant what you said about loving us."
"She said she loved us?" Luca asks, cocking his brow.
"She did," Dante replies. "Now it's time that she proves that love of hers. If she wants to be with us, then she can join us. It will be nice to have a queen by our side, don't you think, brother?"
Luca is wary, as he should be. I once thought that he would be the brother to fall first, but I can tell that he will be the last. When he eyes me up and down, he bites his bottom lip, thinking about something. Luca lifts the hem of my shirt up, wanting to look at my wounds.
"How are you healing, poppet?" He doesn't look at me as he asks.
Dante is the one who answers, "She's well enough to fuck, aren't you, baby?"
I let Dante move some hair away from my neck before I turn my head and smile at him. "Would it really matter if I weren't well enough to fuck?"
