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You, too, Dom.
I need time to think because even though I am fully aware of what Dom’s intentions are, I’m not quite sure what mine are. I am only twenty-four years old and have plenty of stuff I want to do before I settle down. And Livia isn’t here for me to talk this out with.
The uber arrives, and I head home. Feeling lost and not knowing what to do, I try to shove the thoughts out of my head.
I start to head inside when I feel arms pull me away. I think it’s Dom, but when I am forcibly turned, I see two masked men, one without a mask and I have never been this scared in my life, not even when Dom kidnapped me.
“Let me go.” I try to release myself for the man’s grip. Three more men surround me as one of the men hold onto me. Then it registers what is about to happen. “Get the fuck away from me.” I can’t think straight to figure out how to get out of this. We are in a back alley now, and it’s pitch black with one street lamp that barely covers the area, but I can still make out their eyes, and the man without a mask, I see his face.
One man punches me in the face, not once, but twice, and I have a flashback from the day in the prison. Only this time, it’s my other eye, and I can feel my lip start to bleed. I try to keep myself from passing out because of the adrenaline.
“Tell your boyfriend, Featherstone said hi,” one guy spits out.
I can’t describe what happens next because the men take off before the worst happens.
My clothes are ripped, and I’m bleeding.
“Are you okay, miss?” a man asks.
“I’m okay.”
“Should I call the police?”
“No! I live here.” I manage to stumble to my apartment. There was no use in calling the police because all the men did was hit me, before the guy came up on us. I didn’t want to deal with that. I just needed to get inside my apartment and take a long hot bath.
Chapter Thirteen
GENEVA
Shedding off my clothes, I carefully step into the piping hot bath. Pulling my knees up to my face, I let the tears flow. Granted, what was about to happen was stopped, but still, the thought shook me to my core.
While letting the tears flow, I call Livia.
“Hey, girl. What’s up?” she sounds cheerful.
And I start bawling even more. “Gen. What’s wrong?”
“Can you come home?”
“I’m on my way now.”
I don’t know how much time passes. But I’m in the tub when Livia comes in to find me. “My god. What happened?”
I cry even harder and can barely get the words out. “About three or four men were about to rape me before some guy intervened. I must have made enough noise for him to save me. One punched me in the eye and popped my lip.”
“I should call Dominick,” she says.
“No! This is because of him.”
“One of the guys said to tell my boyfriend, Featherstone said hi.”
“Featherstone. Featherstone.” Livia tries to pinpoint the name but it isn’t registering with neither of us. She pulls put her phone out to look. She looks up shocked. “It’s the Irish Mafia, and they are some pretty bad dudes. Oh my god. We should call the cops.”
“Yeah, call the cops on the Irish Mafia,” I say sarcastically.
I step out of the bath, wrapping myself in a robe. Livia tends to my eye and my bottom lip.
“Here,” Livia hands me a bag of frozen veggies, and a hot mug of tea.
