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"W-What is it that you want, Dante? Why me?" I'm ugly crying at this point because I don't know how I’m going to get out of this.
Pressing his body against mine, I feel his hardness rub against me. "Whatever the fuck we want, poppet. You will be ours to use in every way possible. The only question is, do you want it to be pleasurable or painful?"
Dante steps away, grabs a paper and pen, and holds it out to me. He's serious; he wants me to leave my husband…leave Beau! I stare at the pen through teary eyes.He will never forgive me if I leave him. But would I be able to forgive myself if Beau were to get hurt or go to jail when I could have stopped it?After thinking about it, I knew I couldn't do it. I cannot hurt Beau again…
Dropping the pen and paper, I lift my chin. "I will not go willingly."
Dante's brows shoot up, and he scrutinizes me. "Oh, poppet, you've just made a grave mistake…"
Part Two
“I walk in the darkness so that others may see the light.” – Uknown
Thirty-Two
I hear a click, and cold, hard metal presses against my temple from behind me. Dante isn't alone. I suck in a breath and try not to move, closing my eyes tightly and praying to God that this is just a nightmare and that I will wake up at any moment.
"Hello, little poppet. I've been counting the days until we could bring you home." I'm not sure which brother it is, but I recognize the voice as belonging to one of them.
I cry out now that I know it's all very much real. The D'Angelo brothers are here, and they want to take me away from Beau.Was this Bain's plan all along? Didn't Dante say that my stepfather was supposed to get me ready for them? How exactly was he supposed to get me ready? The gun at my temple presses harder as an arm comes around my waist, pulling me against a hard chest.
"Careful, Luca," Dante smirks. "You don't want to accidentally blow her brains out before we've had her."
I sigh in relief when the gun is removed from my temple, but then he caresses my cheek with it before sliding it down to push my shirt down low enough to see my cleavage. I whimper, and he chuckles as he nuzzles his nose into my neck and inhales deeply. His other hand is splayed across my mid-section, with his thumb sliding back and forth against the underside of my breast.
"Mm," Luca groans. "Can we give her another chance to accept our terms, brother? I want to hear her scream my name in pleasure…and a little pain…but mainly pleasure."
"We've never given anybody else a second chance, Luca," Dante responds as he moves closer. "Why should we give little poppet here that luxury?"
"It's been so long since we were able to have a toy to play with. If we hurt her too much, and you know Sergio will, then we won't have her for long." Luca drags his tongue up my cheek, making me cry out once again. "And I so want to play with her, brother."
These brothers are at least in their mid to late thirties. What do they want with someone like me? They are also very good-looking in a dark, formidable way. If I didn't love my husband, I would probably swoon over them; they are that good-looking.
Dante sighs, "Fine, Luca. Maybe you will have better luck in asking her." He crosses his arms over his broad, suit-clad chest and smirks at me.
"Hm," Luca breathes into my ear, "I think I may be able topersuade our little poppet that it would be in not just her best interest, but in her little boyfriend's best interest for her to give in and come with us."
The hand holding the gun descends as his grip on me tightens. "I-I'm married t-to Beau…h-he's my h-husband…" I try one last time to get them to understand.
Luca's laugh sends a chill down my spine. "Are you really, though?"
"Yes, for almost three weeks now…" I inform them, trying to keep my voice steady, but it's hard when Luca is still dragging his gun down the length of me.
"Ah, but do you have the certificate yet? Are you sure the judge did his due diligence and did all the paperwork, making it official?"
Oh, God…please, no! Don't tell me that these mafia, power-tripping assholes fucked with our license…
Dante's eyes light up with amusement. "Ah, I think she's getting it, brother."
I close my eyes tightly when I feel Luca slip his gun between my thighs. He slides it back and forth over my clothing, but I can feel it plain as day every time he runs it over my clit. I whimper, not because it feels good but because the only thing running through my head right now is my promise to Beau that nobody will ever have what belongs to him alone.
"Yes, I love those little whimpers, poppet. They are music to my ears, but do you know what I want to hear more?" Luca sinks his teeth into my neck, but not so it's too painful. "I’d like to hear you scream as I make you come."
Luca slides the gun back and forth faster, causing more friction and making it harder for my body to deny what is being done to it.No! I can't do it…I won't do it! I ignore the growing feeling as my thoughts turn to Beau. The last time we were together, and he was fucking me in our bed. We both made promises to each other that morning, but the more these men remain here, doing what they're doing, the more I don't know if I'll be able to keep mine, especially if what they say is true.
Surely, Bain can help keep his son from going to jail, right? He's got the money, and he's got a lot of power. I just don't think I can let myself give in to them willingly. I can't lie to my husband by writing a letter telling him that I don't want to be married to him. At least he will know that I was taken from him, and in thinking that, he will do whatever he can to get me back. I just have to try and hold on and endure whatever it is these bastards are going to do to me.
"Come on, poppet. Come for Daddy Luca…" the deranged brother whispers into my ear, and I shake my head no. "Awe, you gonna play hard to get, huh? Let's see how long you will last."
