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Boris Petrovitch sighed, getting to his feet as he slowly removed his white shirt. “Exactly my thought as well.”
What? Thought what? Why did he always speak in fucking riddles?
“Bring in the other. Let him watch,” Boris ordered, as two men left the room. “Oh,zehna moego brata, I knew you wouldn’t break. Not my brother’s wife. Maxim would only marry someone as strong as him. Too bad for you that you are a woman.”
“Cut the crap, asshole, and just tell me what you really want. And do us both a favor and speak in English. I don’t speak Russian!”
Boris tsked, shaking his head. Grinning, he sighed. “How could my brother marry a whore like you? Italian scum. You sully our family with your blood.”
“Who the fuck are you calling scum, dickhead?”
Boris roared with laughter. “That’s what offends you? Not whore?”
Before I could respond, the door opened as two of Petrovitch’s men dragged a beaten and broken man into the room. His head covered with a sack. He hung limply in their arms. Boris stepped to the side as his men shackled the unconscious man to the wall, giving the unknown man the perfect view of me laying naked on the bed.
The next thing I knew, one man ripped off the sack as another threw a bucket of water on the unconscious man, causing him to wake with a start. Roaring out, he cursed violently as he struggled and fought with the chains that bound him.
Gasping, I shook my head. “Sal?”
“Illyria,” my brother’s raspy voice barely spoke.
Screaming loudly, I tried to free myself from the bed as Boris laughed. “I’m going to fucking kill you! Dead! You son of a bitch!”
His laughter rang out as he unbuttoned his pants. “Scream all you want. I love it when whores fight me.”
Shaking my head frantically, Salvatore growled, “Leave her alone, you son of a bitch! I’ll give you want you want. Just leave my sister alone.”
That stopped Boris as he gave my brother his undivided attention.
“So, she told you about themladenec?Tell me where themladenecis and I will walk away.”
“The what?” Sal’s head immediately snapped to mine.
His eyes were wide with shock.
“He keeps asking for themladenec,but I don’t know what the word means?” I cried.
“He wants the infant. What infant is he talking about, Illyria?”
No. It was impossible.
I refused to believe he knew.
There was no fucking way.
“Illyria? What is he talking about?”
“Enough talking!” Boris roared, removing his pants as his men walked over to Sal. “Time to show you how real men treat whores.”
“He will kill you!” I screamed, as the vile fucker dropped his underwear and started stroking his dick. “Max will fucking kill you!”
Walking towards me, I fought my restraints hard, trying to get away from him. My brother was shouting, begging him to leave me alone. Boris’s men punched and hit my brother as the fat vile fucker kneeled on the bed between my spread legs.
I cringed, trying desperately to hold back the bile my body desperately wanted to expel as I felt his breath against my face as he whispered. “Scream loud, you Italian whore. I want my brother to hear you from across the country.”
My body trembled in fear as Boris shoved his fingers deep into my bare pussy. Crying out, I tried to pull away from him, but his weight held me hard against the bed, as he pushed his fingers deeper.
“Baby?” Sal’s gruff voice penetrated the screams in my head. Turning to look at my brother, I heard him say as tears ran freely down his face. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. I promise. Just close your eyes and find a happy place. Remember the times with mom and dad on the island? How much fun we had? Remember, baby? Remember the island.”
