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I was exposed to him. Helpless.
“Don’t worry, little girl, I’ll get you ready for out there.”
Get me ready? Out there?
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask what he meant, to distract myself and him from whatever he was doing, but my words were stolen from me as he slapped his palm on my ass cheek, drawing a sharp intake of breath from me.
That first one was the least painful as he followed it up with another, and another, so many that I was screaming. I felt like my skin was blistering and bleeding from the sensation.
I prayed that was all he was going to do—beat me and bruise me—I would have taken that every day if it meant I could survive it.
“Please,” I begged. “Please, I’m sorry.” He hit me again, but this time I felt wetness running down my ass cheek and my thigh. He’d made me bleed. “I’ll give you whatever you want,” I choked out, “just don’t hurt me.”
He laughed, the sound so brash that it caught me off guard. “You don’t need to give me anything, little girl.” He leaned his body over me, dropping his voice so that it was just a murmur. “I’ll take everything from you until you don’t have anything left to give.” He paused, his hand rubbing over the majorly sore spot on my ass. I struggled against my binds, but it was no use. I was stretched out in all four corners, not able to move until he pulled back and grabbed my hips.
I wasn’t sure what he was doing at first, but as he pulled me up and the rope around my ankles tightened, I realized he was putting my ass in the air. The stretch burned so bad that I cried out, but it didn’t matter to him. The evil look I’d seen in his eyes was his truth, and now I was the one taking the brunt of it.
He slapped his palm off the sore spot again.
“No!” I screamed. “Please, stop!”
He laughed again. “No one tells me what to do.” Wetness hit my skin then I felt pressure on my asshole and my body’s natural reaction was to clench it tight. He’d put lube on, but I was sure it wasn’t for my benefit, only his own. “I’m Gio Pozzi, the head of the Pozzi Mafia, and you…” He trailed off as the pressure increased, and then something was inside me, burning even worse than my ass cheek. That had been just the appetizer, this was the entree; an entree that I despised.
His words didn’t take hold, none of them computing as he pushed deeper inside my ass, tearing my flesh. More wetness trailed down onto my thighs, and when I glanced between my legs, I saw the bright red blood staining my skin and dripping down onto the sheet that covered the bed.
“I’ll break you in nice and good,” he growled, his hands grasping my hips so tight there was no doubt I’d be left with bruises. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight.”
I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to shout that of course I was tight, that was somewhere he shouldn’t have been. But I didn’t. All I could manage were muffled shouts. My throat burned from my screams as pain thrashed in every inch of my body.
Earlier, I hadn’t wanted to be back in that cage, but now it was all I wished for. I wanted to be cramped up and pushed into the small space with barely anything to eat or drink. Anything would have been better than this…anything.
My only saving grace was at least he hadn’t gone in my vagina. My virginity was intact. For how long was anyone’s guess. But right then, all I could focus on was the fact that he may be raping me right now and taking things he had no damn right to take, but I’d managed to keep ahold of something. I just had to hope it stayed that way.
“Fuck yes,” he gritted out, slapping my ass cheek again and thrusting inside me so hard that my body jaunted up the bed. There was one last thrust, then more liquid spilling out and his body collapsing on top of mine. His weight and height covered me completely, suffocating me, and for a second, I hoped he took all of the breath from me. I hoped this was the last time I would breathe, because at least in death, I could be at peace.
But luck wasn’t on my side as he hauled himself off of me and walked out of the room, leaving just me and the two men who had brought me in here. They’d witnessed everything, and neither of them had said a word. Which told me this was normal for them to see.
I hadn’t been the first person that he’d done that to. And I knew I wouldn’t be the last.
I had to get out of here. I had to plot my escape. Because I was afraid if I didn’t, I’d be confined inside this evil for the rest of my life.
* * *
ROMEO
The tension was palpable in the air, so thick I felt like I couldn’t quite catch my breath at times. We’d gone to war before, but they’d always been outsiders trying to take from us. But this…this was something else entirely. Something I was sure none of us ever saw coming. This meeting of the core members of the Beretta Mafia would determine if we’d eradicate someone—an entire organization—from within our midst.
It was a milestone of history that could be the end of us, or the end of them.
“Mr. Blue was right,” Remy said from in front of the cameras at the command station. This was the place where we would always meet and keep an eye on business deals, but lately, it had become the space that Remy occupied the most. He was our new resident computer guy thanks to Dante. “They took his niece, and by they I mean the Pozzi family.” He shook his head, a small smile on his face. “I have no idea how he got access to some of this stuff, but damn, he can find things in dark corners of the internet that even I didn’t know existed, and that’s saying something.”
None of us acknowledged that because we more than anyone knew what an asset Mr. Blue was. Which made the fact that he lost the trail even more concerning. We really were his last hope.
“What did he find?” Christian asked, his serious face taking all of this in. We all knew the implications of what Remy had just said, but Remy didn’t. He didn’t understand that he’d just signed death warrants with his words.
“Everything. Well…almost everything.” Remy moved some papers aside and placed them into the middle of the table that we were all sitting around. “He tracked when the Pozzis started trafficking, who’s helping them, a new faction of the organization.” He paused, his attention turning to Dante. “He even got footage of when Navy was taken.” Dante clenched his hands into fists on the top of the table, his anger vibrating off of him. “It’s only a ten-second clip, but it was enough to know that whoever was behind Navy being taken, is part of the Pozzis’ new crew.”
“So they’re intertwined?” I asked, leaning back in my seat. “What about the niece? Do you know where she is?”
