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I scramble up on all fours, barely standing as adrenaline and panic crash through me. I run for the door, screaming. “Help me! Someone, help me! He’s trying to kill me! The words are torn from my throat as I wrench the door open. “Help me!” I scream again. I see everyone staring at me in shock. “Help me!” I yell again. I made a mistake though. I stood still to watch them. Why didn’t I keep moving?
“You, stupid, stupid bitch!” Zervas growls! And then his fist is coming at me. I try to turn to shrink away from it, but that, too, was probably a mistake. It exposes me to more damage because his fist slams into my temple. Pain sears through my body and I instantly go woozy. I try to fight it, but I already feel my body going limp. I’m going under and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“Marco,” I breathe and then thankfully, darkness swallows me.
I welcome it.
Chapter 39
Marco
I thought I had felt pain and terror before. I’d been dealt that shit from a young age and the memories haunted me, formed who I became. Still, listening to Helena scream out in fear and pain destroys me. There’s not a fucking thing I can do either. I’m stuck in a fucking plane, way too far from Vegas. I can’t reach her, touch her… I can’t do a damn thing.
I’m stuck doing nothing but listening. I know DeLuca has already dispatched the law there to that gas station. They’re using the cell connection to keep it going. I’ve never believed in law enforcement before. It’s usually just as crooked as the rest of the world—maybe worse in some areas. Now, I’m praying they get there. At this point, I’m praying anyone can save my woman because I fucking can’t get to her!
The reality of that burns.
I hear the sounds of them struggling. I know my woman is defenseless and scared out of her fucking mind.
“Marco, man—”
I hold up my hand up to stop Sebastian from speaking. I turn the mic off on my cell. “Call Levkin. Tell him I want Zervas Cirillo and my woman, alive. They’re an hour outside of Vegas. They intercept them and when I get there, I’ll pay them double what they’re owed. Bonus for them, when I’m done Cirillo won’t be breathing so their headache disappears.”
“Man, you know the Levkins. That won’t be enough.”
“Tell them negotiations will be available but only if if my woman is safe and Zervas is delivered on a platter to me.”
“Marco—”
“Do it.”
He frowns but nods.
I turn the Mic back on. I need Helena to be able to hear me. Before I can speak, I hear Zervas yell. “You fucking cunt!”
I hear more scrambling.
“Ena—”
I stop because I hear my woman screaming for help. My woman begging for someone to save her.
My. Woman. Begging.
“Fuck!” I scream. I may have thought I knew all about pain and fear before, but I didn’t have a fucking clue. My body is trembling as my heart is being torn to shreds. Helena is everything to me. If she hadn’t come into my life, I would have died a soulless corpse years ago.
“You, stupid, stupid bitch!” Zervas rages.
I hear the sickening sound of flesh on flesh, and I know. I know! I don’t have to see it, but I know he’s hit her. He fucking hurt her. I know this because Helena’s screams go quiet. I hear her tortured whisper of my name. “Marco…”
“You better go into hiding right now motherfucker, because when I find you—”
“Sorry, man. I can’t talk now. Your pussy just took a sweet right hook and is currently resting in my arms. I have to decide if I’m going to fuck her while she’s out or wait until she wakes up. You should know, though, by the time I’m done I’m going to fuck every hole she has. Then, depending on if she is worth the effort, I may strip her skin off piece by piece and fuck her bones—just because I can.”
“You motherfucker. You are a dead man, do you hear me, Zervas? You’re a fucking dead man!”
He clicks his phone off before I finish screaming at him. I stand up, looking around the small office on the jet and scream. I yank the lamp off the desk and throw it across the small room. It shatters into pieces, but that doesn’t make me feel better at all. I grab each side of the damn desk and pull on it, ripping the secured metal receptacles that hold the legs of the desk and are anchored to the floor free, and toss the desk over on its side.
“Marco, you need to get a grip. There are things to do. You need to hold it together at least until we get your woman back.”
