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"It is not my intention to hurt you," he replied, sounding pained. "I do not wish to cause you pain."
"Then take it away," I begged.
His eyes pleaded with me. "How?"
"Forgive me," I whimpered.
He didn’t need to say it for me to see the truth in his storm-filled eyes.
It was right there for me to see.
It wasn't that he wouldn't forgive me.
He couldn't.
Taking me by the hand, he tugged me down the hallway towards the staircase. "I will fix you," he declared hoarsely, stopping at the bottom of father's impressive staircase to sweep me into his arms. "I will put you back together again."
19
Cold to the bone, I remained silent in Trigger's arms as he carried me upstairs to the quarters that housed my childhood bedroom. Waiting just inside the door was a doctor, ready to tend to the damage Fabio and his men had caused to my body.
My flesh was covered in cuts and welts.
"Fix her!" Trigger commanded the moment he sat me down on the couch in the living area of my former quarters. "Everywhere."
"Hello to you, too," the doctor began to say, but quickly snapped his mouth shut when he registered his livid expression. "Okay, miss," he coaxed, moving towards me with a large black case in hand. "We will make you all better again."
Like a robot, I allowed the doctor to treat me, not caring about a single word that came out of his mouth as he tried to put me at ease.
Not caring about the look of concern in Trigger's eyes every time he stopped pacing to look at me.
Not caring that I was stripped naked for another man to examine my body from head to toe.
Not caring about the cream and gauze he pressed to my wounds.
I didn’t put up a fight when I was handed a colorful concoction of pills to take.
I simply swallowed them.
Because it didn’t matter to me anymore.
Because I was done.
"Espera, espera, espera!" Trigger commanded when the doctor moved towards me with a syringe. "Wait!"
Up until now, he had dutifully explained everything he was doing to my body as he treated me, but I hadn't heard a word of it.
"I said hold the fuck up." Closing the space between us, Trig eyed the syringe in his hand with mistrust. "What is that for?"
"Depo shot," the doctor explained, staring in confusion at Trigger. "Standard protocol."
"Depo?" Trig's brows knitted tightly together. "I do not understand that word."
"Birth control," the doctor reeled off before turning his attention back to me, syringe in hand. "The standard shot for your father's girls." With gentle hands, the doctor nudged me onto my side, hand moving to my butt. "Just relax, miss. You'll feel a small pinch –"
The sound of a gun cocking filled the air. "Stick her with that needle and I will shoot your cock off."
Startled, the doctor quickly tossed the syringe aside and held his hands up. "I apologize, Mr. Laperro," he hurried to say. "I presumed since she was new that you would need to have her taken care of."
