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“Ready?”
Sarcasm dripped from his words. I stared down at him and nodded. I wasn’t even sure why. Maybe because I was sick of my feelings for him. Perhaps because I hoped this would end them. Maybe because I hoped Nevio would later hate himself for doing this, like I often hated myself because I simply couldn’t stop my infatuation. Nevio flipped us over, shoving my legs apart and lifting my ankles on his shoulders. I glared at him. I prayed I could hold on to my anger for this and face him with squared shoulders when realization set in. He spat into his palm and slicked himself up, then swayed briefly as if he was going to topple off the bed—and me—before his entire body tensed, and he regained his balance.
I felt as if I wasn’t even in my body, as if I was watching things unfold from above. Blood had soaked his entire bandage by now, and his skin was paler than usual.
Worry filled me. Then Nevio shoved my panties aside and sank into me in one hard thrust. I would have screamed in agony if the vodka-O hadn’t been quicker. I turned my head and threw up my dinner and drink.
“Fuck!” Nevio shouted.
I didn’t say anything. Tears pressed against my eyes, and mortification and hurt bloomed in my chest, not anger, not hate. Nevio shoved away and out of me, making me tremble.
Silence filled the room. I didn’t move for a while, hoping Nevio would leave or say something. Anything. I swallowed and almost threw up again, this time from the taste of bile in my mouth. After a while, I inched my hand toward my skirt and pushed it down to conserve whatever dignity I had left, which was close to none. Gathering my courage, I turned my head to face Nevio. But he lay spread-eagle beside me, passed out. For some reason, this made me cry harder, though I was glad I didn’t have to face him or talk to him. I wasn’t sure I couldor wantedto face him ever again.
I pushed into a sitting position despite the ache between my legs. I ran the back of my hand over my eyes, wiping away the tears I couldn’t hold back. The door swung open, and I froze.
A headache hammered in my skull, and a rotten cotton candy taste filled my mouth. I shifted. Cold steel engulfed my wrists. My arms were stretched backward over a wooden chair.
Any sense of drunkenness dropped away, and my body sprang into high alert as my eyes shot open with blinding pain as light hit my sensitive irises. A wooden chair wouldn’t stop me, especially because my legs weren’t bound. I could use the broken chair legs to spear the fuckers who’d captured me.
How the fuck was that even possible?
I tried to remember last night but came up with a lot of nothing.
“Got your beauty sleep?” Alessio’s voice filtered into my brain. My head swiveled around, finding Alessio and Massimo leaning against the wall of a decrepit basement. A new wave of pain shot through my head and down my spine. Fuck. I didn’t particularly mind pain, but in combination with the remaining dizziness from alcohol and the queasy feeling in my stomach, it was a shit show.
My friends were still in yesterday’s clothes. Glancing down my body, I realized I was only in boxers. I tilted my head up with a grin. “What is going on? Is this a new sick challenge you want to put me through? I would have thought you’d take away my boxers too.”
“They were clean. No need to get rid of them,” Massimo clipped. Something in his body language told me this wasn’t for fun, and Alessio’s eyes didn’t reflect his usual mirth either.
I leaned back, fucking confused. “What the fuck is going on?”
“You had vomit all over your pants, and your shirt was gone.”
I couldn’t imagine that I’d thrown up. I’d never thrown up, no matter how much I’d consumed. I preferred to stay in control of my body, even if yesterday had been a huge exception. Well, not an exception, but a rare occurrence.
I tugged at the metal cuffs. “Unlock them. I’m not in the mood for this humorless game.”
Massimo shoved away from the wall. “The girl you were with threw up, and some of it landed on you.”
I grimaced. I needed to up my standards when it was time for my next pussy fix.
“You passed out beside her.”
I shook my head. “Impossible. I would never lose consciousness beside a stranger.”
Alessio shook his head, a look of annoyance passing his face. “I’m outside for a smoke. I’m not in the mood for him right now.”
Massimo stopped right before me and his expression pissed me off. “She wasn’t a stranger.”
I didn’t understand what the fuck he meant. I considered everyone outside of our inner circle as strangers. “You’re full of bullsh—”
An image of a familiar tearstained face flashed before my eyes. I blinked, sure my drunk and stoned brain was messing with me. Nino and Massimo had often warned me of the risks of marijuana. Maybe this was it. As quickly as the face had come, it was gone until I wasn’t sure it had been there in the first place.
I narrowed my eyes at Massimo. “I don’t remember.”
Massimo shook his head as if I’d disappointed him greatly. “You usually own up to your mistakes.”
“What mistake?” I growled, my insides boiling dangerously. Despite the awkward angle my arms were forced into by the chair, I shoved to my feet. Why was he playing righteous now? We both knew he wasn’t a knight in shining armor either, even if he liked to play one around Carlotta. “I fucked a girl who wanted to be fucked.”
