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“Look at that. Myscarafaggioson finally knows his place. On his knees before me. Go on. Beg. Make it good.”
“Please,” I grit out.
“Please,what?”
“Have mercy. Let her go free. She has nothing to do with this. Do whatever the fuck you want to me. You’re in charge. You win.”
“And? I’m your…”
“God. You’re… my god.” My tongue presses into the roof of my mouth at how unnatural that sounds. But I have to do this.
Tears shine in Delphine’s eyes as she and the others watch on.
“You sound sincere,” Lucius admits. He thinks on it blowing smoke ringlets. “Kiss my shoe.”
“You’re fucking with me!” I growl without thinking.
“See? See how quick you become an ungrateful smug asshole I’d love to make suffer? Words mean squat. Kiss my fucking shoe.Thatproves something.”
As if this moment couldn’t be more humiliating. I avoid Delphine’s gaze as I steel myself to do something I never thought I’d do. Broken and emasculated, I’m fucking pathetic. I lost this war and now I’ve been brought to my knees.
I bend forward and do it. Press my lips to the toe of his leather dress shoe for a brief split second before I’m back up, as defiant and hateful as you can be in a position as degrading as this.
The other men in the room share amused glances and chortle among themselves.
Lucius looks pleased too. His pleasure glints in his eyes. “You really are my bitch, Salvatore. That seals the deal. You’re fucking pathetic.”
He’s only echoing my own thoughts. I can’t deny it. But at least it wasn’t in vain.
I’ve set Delphine free. That’s if he keeps his word.
Lucius pops his cigar back into his mouth. “Take him back to his cell. I’ll deal with him later.”
“And what about her?” Cesar wrings Delphine’s arm.
“You already know. Prepare the product for sale. She’ll bring in a lot of profit.”
“NOOOO!” I explode.
I lose it. For real this time. Worse than the other times that came before it.
The room descends into chaos. Delphine’s dragged away by Cesar.
I’m a feral animal, hysterical in my desperation. I’m defying the rules of gravity, launching myself over the guards in the room. Clawing and punching. Kicking and snapping. Superhuman strength and adrenaline burst through me. It allows me to get as far as I do—which is yet again impressive considering I’m one man, bruised and broken, without any weapons.
Except one good fist.
I put it to use ’til I’m being slammed to the ground. It takes four of them to restrain me and hold me down. They beat me.
But I keep fighting. I’m screaming at the top of my lungs, veins protruding in my neck, lost in a whirlwind of madness.
“GET OFF ME! DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER! GET OFF ME! DELPHINE!”
Finally, I’m knocked out cold by the butt of a rifle. It takes a few strikes, but it does the trick and ends my hysteria.
I blackout to the sight of Cesar tugging Delphine out of the room.
Out of my sight.
