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A smile forms across my lips as I lean in and gently kiss her cheek, but all too quickly, I pull back and walk around her. The urge to fucking turn around is strong, and the desire to look at her again is fucking crippling. I can feel her eyes on me, but my men are waiting for me. They follow me wherever I go and insist on driving me, but that is not who I am. I will drive my damn self.
I get to my car, open the door, and slide inside. I sit back and look out the window toward the coffee shop. She is still standing where I left her, holding the door open and her eyes locked on me.
Mio.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she is tutto fottutamente mio.
The memory slowly fades away, and my hand starts to shake as my men rush into the room. They rip the man off of Nicole, but she doesn’t move or scream. She doesn’t fucking do anything but lay on the bed covered in cuts, bruises, cum, and who knows what else is caked on her. I slowly lower my gun and put it back in my pants. I touch the ice pick in my pocket, making my heart race as I slowly approach her. and kneel at the side of her bed. I lift my hand and gently brush her cheek with the back of my hand. It has been three and a half fucking years that I have been searching for her. I have dreamt of her, the mystery girl who touched my soul without trying. Since that day at the coffee shop, I have felt so fucking incomplete.
“Nicolette?” I whisper, my voice is shaky, enraged; so many fucking emotions are hitting me all at once.
She slowly turns her head and looks at me for a moment. She is so far gone and distant that it makes my heart ache and my blood boil. “Christian?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Tesoro io sono qui,”I do my best to reassure her, but right now, I don’t think anything will comfort her, not after what these fuckers have put her through. She doesn’t respond as a single tear escapes her eye and rolls down her face. She averts her eyes and looks past me towards the door, and just like that, she is gone again.
My vision turns completely fucking blood red as I stand up, turn around, and nod at my men. They roughly push the man who was violating Nicole forward and pin him with his back against the wall.
“She is my fucking puppet. My whore, go find your own,” the man yells at me.
I reach into my back pocket, pull out my knife, and close the little bit of distance between me and this fucking low-life Figlio Di Puttana.I stop in front of the disgusting man who is wearing a dirty white shirt, and his pants and boxers are bunched around his ankles.
I nod at my men. One grabs his face, squeezing it until he opens his mouth, while the other shoves a pair of plyers into his mouth to hold his tongue. I nod at my men, and they tighten their grip on him and pull his tongue out of his mouth. He tries to struggle against their hold but is no match for their strength.
I lift my knife, “Sei il burattino adesso,” I whisper before I slide the sharp knife through his tongue, severing it from his mouth. His screams fill the room, and blood pours out of his mouth. The man holding the severed tongue tosses the muscle to the floor at the man’s feet and continues to hold the blubbering man to the wall. I slowly step back, put the knife back into my back pocket, and grab the ice pick.
I look at the sick fuck in front of me, his blood pouring out of his mouth and covering his face. I step towards him, his tear-filled eyes locked on the weapon I hold in my hand, and he increases his struggle to no avail. I lift the ice pick and place it on his chest directly over his fucking heart, and he stills and looks into my eyes, “io son oil monstro,” I whisper as images of him on top of Nicole rush into my head.
I push the ice pick into his heart, and his screams become silent shortly after the ice pick pierces his heart. The light starts to leave his eyes, his body goes completely fucking limp, and his head falls forward. I leave the ice pick in his chest and take several steps back before I nod at my men. They release him, and he falls to the ground at my feet.
I quickly turn around and find Ty and another one of my men have taken the chains off of Nicole. Knowing that they have touched her at all makes me fucking see red, but they are trying to help. Ty is only trying to help her, which I am grateful for. I can only fucking imagine what these sick fucks have done to her. I go to the bed, but she still looks towards the door. I lean down and slide one arm under her legs and the other over her back, tucking her against my chest. Her head leans against my chest as I turn around and leave this disgusting room. I go up the stairs and through the destroyed and soon-to-be burning house. I walk out of the front door and quickly reach my car.
I lean down, placing my lips against her ear. “Ti amo bambina. You’re all I’ve thought about for years. I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t get here sooner,” I whisper in a shaky and low voice.
This entire fucking time, she has been here with that fucking piece of shit.
1 Hour Later
I push open the door and walk into my bedroom, which is now ours. I don’t even need to think. I go into the bathroom, and the lights turn on as soon as I enter with Nicole in my arms. It has been fucking years since I have been to this mansion. I bought it years ago just in case I needed an escape from New York. Here in England, people don’t ask questions and only pay attention to their business. It is a good place to rest for now.
I lean down and gently set Nicole on the couch. She still hasn’t said a damn word since we were in the basement. She hasn’t cried, she hasn’t tried to get away from me, fucking nothing, which is making me start to worry. She lays on the couch, looking in the direction of the bathtub. I turn around, go to the bathtub, lean down, plug the tub, and turn on the water. I grab the bubble bath and the red rose petals and watch the water rise as I take a shaky breath. The bubbles spread as the pedals float on top of the water.
I have dreamt of her every fucking day since we ran into each other at the coffee shop. I didn’t fucking know she had been taken. I should have watched her. I should have done fucking something. My heart is racing as I force myself to stand and turn around. Nicole is in the same spot I left her in. I slowly approach her and take her back into my arms. She lets me, she is so far withdrawn in herself, it fucking breaks my heart. She is in a place right now that I can’t fucking reach her, but I will, I fucking will.
I bring her to the filling tub and gently set her into the water. She stays still as I drop to my knees next to her. I grab the wash rag and slowly and gently clean her bruised, battered body. She is covered in dirt, cuts, and bruises. I look down at her thighs, and that is when I see the words carved into her skin, causing me to stop breathing for a moment.
“Fanculo,” I whisper.
I look up at her, but she is looking straight ahead with her hands resting on her bruised stomach. I lean in, gently kiss her cheek, and rest my forehead against the side of her head. I suck in a deep breath as I place my hand and rest it on top of hers. “Piccola, per favore, torna da me,” I whisper. A tear escapes my eye and rolls down my face when she doesn’t respond.
17
Nicole
Week One - Silence
Everything fucking hurts; their whispers and the pain of everything that has happened are crashing down on me all at once. All of it fucking breaking me down more than I already am. My body feels as if it is drowning, drowning in their touch, their lips, their dicks filling my pussy, over and over and fucking over again.
There is no escape for a dirty slut like me. Why would there be when my body is only good for being used and abused? They trained me, trained my body to take whatever the fuck they wanted to give me. And now, nothing makes sense, and everything is spinning.
