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Stretching, I turn when I hear the door open to welcome home my King. “Hey you. It’s about...” but it is not him who walks in the door. “What are you doing in here?” I ask the man staring at me like a steak dinner. He walks further into the room, his face malicious and full of venom. He shuts the door behind him and tracks me across the room as I back up toward the wall, cornering myself. “You are not supposed to be in here. When Dario gets home…”
“You will already be gone. I was supposed to take you in the car. But see, I have always been a bit curious, greedy and selfish. If I would have taken you to the drop zone right away, that means I would have had to share whatever gold you have between your legs that makes a mafia kingpin slip. Must be some sweet fucking pussy. I figure I could get my fix and then let the other guys have a go. I would have been up here, but I needed to make sure the signal jammer was working.” he licks his lips and walks closer to me. I can feel the panic rising, my eyes looking around the room for something to use, anything to fend him off. Nothing. There is nothing. My only option is to run.
I take off in a full sprint to the other side of the bed, intent on jumping over it to head for the door when he tackles me to the ground, hitting my head. “Get off me.” I scream at him struggling against him while his hands move over my body. I shudder with each pass, my body crawling with the unwelcome touches. His mouth attempts to move over mine but I turn my head which pisses him off. I see fist a second before it makes contact.
“No.” I scream when he hits me again, the throbbing behind my eyes deliberate and focused.
“You think you too good for me bitch, since he put a few fucking words and jewels on you. You think that makes you something special? You're a whore just like all mafia sluts. Now open your legs. He pushes my shirt up and I feel his tongue touch me and it jolts me out of my head. I have to fight. I have to get away from him even though everything in me is dying from the hands of another man on me. He is about one hundred pounds heavier than me.
And the way he is sitting on my chest is making it hard to breath, but I have to fight. I belong to Dario. I wish I could stop the tears. I don’t want this bastard to see my pain or my fear, but I can’t stop them. I can’t stop the tears. I can’t stop the thought that this will be the last chance I will have to be free. Will I ever get to touch him? Or lay on his chest while he tells me I am his everything. Now that dress that Karla picked out for me seems perfect. I would give anything to wear it. No, fuck that. I am going to wear them.
“No. Get off me.” I push at him and scratch him fighting with everything in me. My nails rake against his face and he cries right before he punches me once more. I can feel myself losing consciousness when I am jerked off the floor and his arm is around my neck. Through blurred vision, I see Scar standing in the doorway with a gun pointed at my assailant. It isn't until he backs us up that I feel cold steel at my side, and I know no matter how this goes, I might not make it out of here alive.
“Let her go Horace. Nothing good is going to come from this.” Scar tells him.
“Primo. Do you know how much clout we could get for her? We could be big shit for Tomasso Maltabiancchi.”
“You dumb fuck. I brought you in here, told you this was my family. You took the oath of loyalty. Did you honestly think I would choose you?”
“Hell yes. We are blood. Where is your loyalty for that?”
“Cut the shit. There is no way you are making it out of here alive. Dario is not only going to kill you, but he is also going to have fun while doing it. Let her go and maybe I can convince Dario not to wipe out the rest of the family. Let her go!”
“Fuck you!” is the last thing I hear before a blast and blackness. So, this is what peace looks like. My final thought is of him, hoping he knows how much I love him.
20
Dario
I am trying to be understanding. Trying to be patient. Trying so hard not to be selfish and paranoid. It is not fucking working. Here I am at work, in a very important meeting and I have no clue what has been said. My fingers won’t stop drumming and my head won’t quit pounding. All because Jewel is out for the day with my mom and sister, shopping for the wedding. Realistically I know she is fine. Anais is with her and if something had happened, I would have known immediately. I simply don’t like her anywhere without me.
