Page 61 of Silent Tears


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“How am I here?” She repeats his question. I can hear the pain and rage burning just under the surface.

He slowly nods.

“You mean after you gave me away to Sebastian?” She whispers, making my heart ache. I want to fucking go to her, take her away from him and this place, but I know she needs to do this. I need to fucking let her do this.

“Honey, that is not…” he starts to say but stops and takes a deep, shaky breath, fucker can’t lie. She knows, and now he knows that she knows. There is no way around what he has done.

She lifts her hand and shakes her head. “Don’t try and lie, Daniel. It is not a good fucking look on you. Sebastian showed me the video,” she says in a pained voice. She hasn’t told me everything that has happened to her in that fucking basement, but I am hoping one day she will. I want to walk beside her in her healing, and no matter what she decides to tell me, it will never change how I see her, how I need her, how I love her with every fucking fiber of my being.

“What fucking video?” He asks in a worried tone. What the fuck else is he hiding?

“The video where you told him I was nothing to you, the video where you told him to fucking take me,” she snaps. My Queen is starting to lose control.

He shakes his head at her like that is going to do anything, but it isn’t. Nothing he says or does will change what happens to him. “Nicole, you have no idea what you are talking about,” he tries to convince her. But I know her, I fucking know her better than anyone, and she is not going to listen to his fucking lies.

“I know enough, and I am done fucking talking to you,” she whispers in a disgusted voice.

“Wait, wait!” He screams as she leans down and starts to carve into his inner right thigh. He tries to struggle against the chains but isn’t going anywhere. His screams filled the house, and I watched as blood started to trickle down his leg and puddle beneath the chair on the floor. She is cutting really fucking deep. That is my girl, my Queen.

It doesn’t take her long before she slowly stands up and backs away from Daniel. I push off the wall and am behind her in two strides. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her firmly against me, and rest my chin on her shoulder. We both look down at the fresh branding.

‘DIRTY.’

“Who’s the fucking dirty one now, Daniel?” She snaps.

Daniel is screaming and cussing as I force Nicole to turn around. I guide her out of the room, nodding at Ty. He will watch him. Even though we are all ready to do this, my wife is the most important thing to me, and I need to make sure she is fucking okay. I need to make sure this doesn’t push her back inside herself.

She is ready to do this, I know that, but I also know what torturing another person can do to your mind, and it is not something to take lightly. We get out into the hallway, and Nicole walks out of my arms, turns, and places her free hand on the wall, resting her forehead against the wall. Her breathing is rapid as I walk into her from behind, needing to make sure I am fucking feeling her.

“Christian, I don’t know if I can do this. I am not like you. I don’t know,” she whispers in an ashamed and guilty voice. I press into her, eliminating any space between us, and place my lips against her ear. “You can, Nicolette,”I whisper. She is so much stronger than what she thinks she is, and Daniel, Sebastian, all those fucking men probably feared the day that she discovered it.

She quickly turns around, forcing me to pull back. She slowly slides down the wall, and I fall to my knees in front of her, wanting to help her, wanting her to know that she can fucking do this.

“I don’t know what is real anymore,” she says softly.

I lift my hands, cupping her face and forcing her to look into my eyes. “This is real. You and me, we are real Bambino. You can do this. You are so fucking strong. Ty and I are right fucking here. He is never going to hurt you again,” I confess with as much confidence as I can fucking mutter at this moment.

“I trust you,” she replies, looking into my eyes, my beautiful, gorgeous, strong fucking wife. My heart races as we search each other’s eyes.

“Ho bisogno di te,” I whisper.

“I am right here, babe, right here,” she whispers, doing her best to try and reassure me that I haven’t fucking lost her to the men inside her head.

“Good girl,” I whisper, leaning forward and kissing her head.

She leans into me as she drops the bloody knife on the ground.

She grabs onto my shirt, keeping me in place in front of her, but honestly, there is no other place I’d rather be than right here kneeling before her.

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Nicole

Day 2 - Whore

“Some words will never leave us.”

Daniel’s screams filled the entire house as Christian removed his finger from his hand. Christian needs his own revenge on Daniel, and I am not going to stop him from getting it. But I couldn’t stay in the room.

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