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“No, fuck you!” I scream as I try to get myself free from beneath him. He reaches out and gropes at my breasts, his fingers roughly digging into my flesh. Then his hand travels down and palms my pussy.Oh, God, this is it…I look around, trying to find something, anything I can use as a weapon to get him off me. But his weight has me trapped in place. I feel his fingers push inside me and I scream out in pain, the agony and humiliation of the unwanted penetration comparable to being stabbed through the heart with a knife. “Stop! Please, stop!” I resort to begging.
I close my eyes, deciding it might be better if I don’t see this happening, if I imagine I’m somewhere else. I can pretend it’s just a horrible nightmare, and soon I’ll wake up and it’ll all be over, except this is my greatest fear come true. But then… everything stops. The insurmountable weight is lifted from my body, and I open my eyes to a fuming Donatello holding a gun to the other man’s head.
“Fucking thirty years, and this is how you repay me? You no good son of a bitch. That’s my fucking daughter-in-law, you asshole. Did you really think you’d get away with touching her? I should fucking chain you up in the basement and let you await your fate from Theo. I hear he has techniques that’ll make the things we’ve done look like fucking child’s play.” Donatello smiles. It’s almost as if he’s…proud?
But I don’t have the time (or energy) to continue to decipher the man’s facial expressions. I need to get out of here. I tug the remnants of my shirt back across my chest and stand. Just as I step off the bed, I see a discarded gun on the floor. I pick it up. My mind clears and I focus on one thing. One person. I aim the barrel at the asshole seething on the floor as he spews something out in Italian to Donatello. “I fucking said no!” I hiss, then pull the trigger. Three times. I watch as his body convulses with each impact of metal to flesh and red further darkens his white shirt. I don’t lower my weapon though. Instead, I aim it at Donatello. I can’t trust anyone in this house. “Where is my husband?” I ask him.
Donatello lowers his own gun, tucking it in the back of his waistband. He then raises his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you, bella.”
“Where is Theo?”
“He’s not here. Come on, let me get you out of this room. I’ll take you to Gloria; she’s down the hall. Just lowerthatand follow me,” he says.
I don’t move. I’m not following him anywhere. I have no idea if he was in on this whole thing or not. “Call Theo. Now. Tell him he needs to come back.”
“Okay, I’ll call him for you.” I watch as he pulls a phone out of his pocket. But before he can dial, several men rush into the room with their weapons drawn, each of the barrels aimed in my direction. “Put your fucking guns down. You are not to hurt a fucking hair on that girl’s head. She’s famiglia.” They do as they’re told, lowering their sights, but none of them leave the room. Are they really afraid of what I might do to their boss?
I can hear the call ringing out, and Theo answers. “Donatello?”
“I need you to come home, T. You need to drop what you’re doing and get back here now!”
“Why? What happened?”
“Where’s Neo? Put him on the phone,” Donatello orders.
“No, fucking tell me what the fuck is going on.Or, so help me God, I’ll make sure you regret the day you invited me into your fucking home.”
“It’s Holly. She’s okay. I got to the room before… I got there in time. But you need to get back here now.”
“Holly?” Theo starts speaking in Italian. He’s talking too fast, and I have no idea what he’s saying. But I know he’s scared. I can tell by the tone of his voice.
“T? I’m okay. I just need you to come and get me now, please.” I try to maintain my composure.
“Dolcezza, talk to me. What happened? I’m on my way, okay? I’ll be there real soon.”
“Thank you,” I say.
“Don’t fucking hang up, Holly. What the fuck is going on?”
“I just need… I need you to…” WhatdoI need? I don’t even know. I need a shower. I need to wash the filth of that man from my body. And I need my husband.
“I’m going as fast as I can, dolcezza.”
“I’ll make sure the gates are open. We’re in your room.” Donatello hangs up, sliding the phone back into his pocket.
Then a thought occurs to me. I could be walking them right into a fucking trap. “Wait, how do I know you’re not going to do something to T as soon as he steps through that door?” I ask Donatello, still aiming my gun at him.
“Because I give you my word. No harm will come to either of you in this house… again.”
“Yeah, for some reason, your word isn’t sitting too well with me right now. I was meant to be safe here, and look what happened.” I glance behind him, to where Sonnie’s body lies still. I can’t even begin to process that he’s dead… that hediedbecause of me.
“I know you have no reason to believe me, but I would never hurt you, Holly. I could never hurteitherof you.” There’s nothing else for us to say or do, except wait for Theo to get here.
ChapterTwenty-Six
Ijump out of the car before it even comes to a stop, running up the stairs and through the front doors with Neo right behind me calling out…something. I don’t hear whatever it is. I have one thing on my mind: Holly. And God help anyone who gets in my way…
I race up to the second floor and draw my Glock from inside my jacket. And I’m glad I did as I round the corner and my eyes take in the scene in the hall. Three of my men are sprawled out, execution-style, their blood painting the white walls and splattering the ceiling. I’m stopped at the threshold by some wannabe thug. I don’t think twice about pulling the trigger, putting a hole straight through the fucker’s head.
