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I twist under his grasp. The room seems to shrink, walls closing in.
"Your cries, they'll be music," he continues, the words spilling from his mouth like toxins. “Oh, how I love the cries of pleasure and pain.” He tugs on my pants but can’t get them over my hips.
A grunt escapes him. His patience unravels. “Fucking ties.” He gets up and goes to the table and picks up a knife.
I thought I was afraid before, but seeing the glint of metal as he walks toward me sends a whole new level of fear through me.
He laughs. “No worries, Elena. I won’t use this on you. Not yet, anyway.” He kneels on the bed, his hands reaching to the ties binding my legs. “I’m going to rip you open.” He laughs. “Not with the knife. With my cock. You’ll be mine then.”
He slices through the ties with the knife. "Time to show you ecstasy you've never known.”
My instincts scream, a primal, urgent call to protect not only myself but the lives I carry inside me. The resolve to go along with him is blown apart by the instinct to stop him. My mind, my body isn’t my own as my leg draws in, and then I kick out, my foot connecting with his face. The crack of bone is audible.
“Fuck!” He tumbles diagonally, landing on his hip and then rolling to the floor.
I’m dead. That’s my first thought. Then I see it. The gun is sitting on the bed. I glance at Romeo, on his knees, cupping his nose.
I scramble to the edge of the bed and reach for the gun. My hands are still tied, but I manage to get a grip on it.
“Stupid cunt. You’re dead now.” He rises from the floor, glaring down on me, death shining in his eyes.
My hands shake as I hold the gun up, pointing it at him.
His laugh is as menacing as it is mocking. "Put that down. You won't use it."
I level the barrel at his face, hands awkwardly clasped around the grip. I’ve been around guns all my life but never held one. I’ve been around people who kill all my life but have never killed. I want to pull the trigger because I’m so scared, and yet, can I take a life? Can I become the type of person I for so long wanted to escape?
He stares at me, so sure of himself. So sure I’m not brave enough to shoot him. “Well? You'd better kill me because if you don’t, I’m going to kill you. I’m going to fuck you first, of course, because it would be a shame to miss out on some fine Fiori pussy, but then I’m going to choke the life out of you. I’m going to watch as the life drains from your eyes.”
He reaches down and rubs his dick again. I can’t believe it. It turns him on to think about choking me to death.
“We both know you don’t have it in you,” he says.
Do I? I think of my unborn children. Wouldn’t it be better to murder and save their lives than not to kill Romeo and let him kill me and the babies?
He laughs again and moves toward me, reaching for the gun.
The room shrinks and the air thickens as the distance between us narrows. I am a mother, a protector, but at what cost? I could walk out of here now that my legs aren’t restrained.
But what are the odds that he has men in this place? Could I get away from all of them?
Time slows down as he draws closer. My finger trembles on the trigger, every moral I've held dear balancing precariously against the instinct to survive.
I hear a sound, almost like an alarm. It must be buzzing in my ears.
His fingers wrap around the barrel.
I close my eyes.
A gunshot shatters the silence.
27
NIKO
Donovan drives while I ride in the passenger seat. Liam is following in another car. My blood is agitated. It’s taking too fucking long to get to the Upper West Side of the city. Needing something to do, I pull my gun out, making sure it’s ready to end the life of Romeo Abate. God, please let me find her before he does something to her.
I shouldn’t have left the compound. She’s in trouble because I left and she tried to come to me. If I’d stayed, she’d be safe. If she dies… If she’s hurt… I’ll never be able to live with myself. All the guilt and failure at not being able to protect my mother comes back to me. This is why love is bad. Death is the end. But the loss of love is worse than death. It means living with a hole in your soul.
