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Doing as my brother said, I closed my eyes and thought of the island. I almost had it pictured in my head, when a sharp pain lanced my face, making me open my eyes immediately.
“You will not ignore me!” Boris shouted, punching my face again as Salvatore roared, threatened and fought to free himself from the wall.
A click of a gun silenced the room instantly as I looked away from Boris to find one of his men with a gun to my brother’s head.
Boris chuckled. “He says another word. Kill him.”
Tears ran down my face as my eyes locked with my brother’s.
“Sally?”
There was nothing more we could do.
This was going to happen and neither of us could stop it.
Refusing to give him what he wanted, I laid there.
Motionless.
A loud SMACK followed by his hand wrapping tightly around my throat grabbed my attention.
“You will scream for me if it’s the last thing you do.”
“Fuck you.”
Though my body ached from his men’s torturous abuse, I refused to give into his demands when he slammed his cock into me.
I turned my head and stared at my brother, who’s silently pleaded with me, begging me to stay strong. I wanted so much to tell him I wouldn’t break. I was a Valentinetti. My family came from Italy where men were strong, but the women were stronger. My mother raised me to stand firm and to show no fear.
I would survive this.
I knew I would.
As he grunted above me, using my body to exact his revenge, my eyes never left Sal’s. My big brother. The one who loved me the most. My best friend. My confidant. I should have told him everything. I knew he would understand. I wanted to so many times. To confide in him. To tell him my biggest secret. But I never did. I couldn’t. The risk was too great. I knew he would understand when the time came. Only he would understand the reason for my silence.
He was like me.
We were the same.
Boris hauled off and slapped me hard. Once more, gaining my attention.
“You fucking cunt!” he shouted, pumping his dick into me. “Scream!”
Turning my head once more, I plainly said, “No,” as I looked at my brother and took solace from him. Every wonderful childhood memory I had was because of Salvatore.
“KILL HIM!” Boris roared, his body frantically terrorizing mine as I watched in horror as my brother whispered, “I love you, baby girl,” before the man holding the gun to my brother’s head and fired.
I screamed.
I screamed until my voice no longer had a voice.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Maxim
“Where is she?!” I roared, grabbing the young Sinner named Pippen by his cut, lifting him off his feet as if he were a ragdoll. Slamming him against the wall, I shouted, “You told me you could track her. Anywhere in the world. So, where the fuck is my wife?!”
The clicks of guns drew my attention. I saw out of the corner of my eye several of the Soulless Sinners all had weapons aimed at me. My friend, Montana, included. “Put him down,Maxim. He can’t find her if you kill him.”
