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Christov storms over to the desk.
“No, Bogan we need her. Once Vincenzio is dead The Outfit will lose all its power. All the Fielding real estate will be hers. I will marry her. Then the Antonovich brothers will own most of the real estate in the city. The Bratva will rule Chicago!”
“Saitov, give her to the men but don’t kill her.” Bogan instructs his other brother.
Christov yells, “No she’s not a whore! I will take her downstairs and put her in a cell until we can get rid of Vincenzio.”
“What if he comes for her?” Saitov asks.
“He won’t. You heard him, Vincenzio is done with her. He is a bastard! Look at her. She is sobbing. She had no idea. She is a victim. Let me have her. I will take of her. She won’t be able to handle the violence from our soldiers.” Christov pleads.
“Why Christov? Do you really want Vincenzio’s whore? She is dirty from him – that Bitch is filled with his cum. She is not pure. You deserve better.” Bogun states.
“She is fine. I am not old-fashioned like you. I find her beautiful. She will love me. I am not an animal like Bobby Vincenzio.”
“Fine do whatever you want but get her out of here! Her crying is getting on my nerves. I am ready to put a bullet in her head. Saitov call New York! We need their assassins to hunt down and kill Vincenzio. If all else fails, we will send Vanessa. She can slit his throat while he is fucking her!” Bogun shouts.
I cannot think straight. Why are they talking about Vanessa? I do not want to marry Christov. I want to go home.
Christov cuts my arms and legs free with his knife. He lifts me into his arms. I do not struggle. He carries me out of the office and down a flight of rickety wooden stairs to a basement. The basement is dark, with a dirty concrete floor.
I stop crying. I ache all over. My bladder is full and throbbing.
“I have to go to the bathroom.”
He carries me to a small, dirty bathroom in the basement. The bathroom has a white toilet and lavatory – no windows. Christov sets me down on my bare feet next to the toilet. He watches me.
“May I have some privacy?” I ask.
Christov turns his broad back to me. He stands in the small doorway to the bathroom. He does not close the door.
I have to pee so bad that I don’t care if he hears. I take care of my business and flush the toilet.
Christov grabs my upper arm and drags me to a small cell. The cell is dimly lit from a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. There is a filthy, thin mattress lying on the floor. The mattress has stains on it that I don’t want to think about. He grabs my shoulders and pushes me down on the dirty mattress. He takes zip-ties from his pocket and binds my hands in front of me and my ankles together.
“What are you going to do with me now?” I ask.
I look right at him. I pretend I am not afraid of him. He sits down on the mattress next to me. He starts stroking my arms. I want to scream.
Christov leans over. He stares at me.
“I am going to take care of you Printsessa. My brothers wanted to give you to their men and then have you killed, but I saved you.”
“Why?”
“You are beautiful, Gwendolyn. I am not like my brothers. I have a heart. You don’t deserve what Bobby Vincenzio did to you. Your father should have never given you to that family. They couldn’t even protect you. I will protect you. I will cherish you. After Vincenzio is dead, you will be my wife.”
He runs his rough fingertips down my neck, over my stomach, down my thighs. I feel sick.
“If you are going to rape me, just get it over with.”
My life is over. I have nothing to lose.
“Is that what you want Printsessa?”
“No.”
“You are upset - I will give you something to relax.”
