Darkest Sin: A Dark Mafia Romance

32. CHIARA

It’s déjà vu as they come for me again. It’s been maybe an hour since their callous attack. The tears on my face haven’t even had time to dry as they force me into black bondage lingerie.

They pull against the ropes binding my wrists, and each painful tug bites deeper into my burning flesh.

The last time they dragged me through here, I fought like a hero. I refused to give up, even after I saw Killian standing in the back and felt that magical connection. I gave it my all and valiantly tried to save myself until the very last moment, but this time is different.

I can barely stand, and my body feels broken beyond repair.

As they lead me to the main floor and shove me into a cage to be displayed for their eager bidders, I don’t even bother looking around. I’ve never felt so flat or alone in my life.

Soon I will be surrounded by the pitiful men who will bid for the chance to violate me in every way imaginable. Only unlike last time, I don’t have any fight left in me. My only hope is that when Killian comes for me, which he will, I’ll still be worth saving.

Though right now, I’m not so sure that I am.

How could he want me now?

I crumble in my cage, falling to the ground and curling into a ball, much like I’ve spent the past hour, only now my bound wrists are freed and offered just a bit of relief for the first time since being taken from my apartment.

The people around me busily prepare for the auction, and for the most part, I’m left alone, and I do what I can to recoup just a fraction of energy, but it’s no use. I’m so thoroughly depleted that what little energy I’ll be able to find won’t do me much good. Not in the face of these assholes.

He’s going to come for me. He has to.

Once he realizes the lack of communication from the security team he stationed outside my apartment, he’ll make his move. He’ll figure this out. I just hope that when he finally gets to me, it’s to take me home and not to put me out of my misery.

How am I ever supposed to come back from this?

All I want is to be in the safety of his arms, pressed against his warm chest where I know nothing would ever happen to me. I want to be his sweet angel again. I want to be the woman he needs, and if I can’t have that, and this here is my only option, then I hope whichever miserable bastard purchases me is merciful enough to put a bullet right between my eyes. But the likelihood of that happening doesn’t seem great.

Why did I have to provoke Monica? I could have kept quiet when she came to gloat at the bar. I should have left her to Killian’s capable hands and maybe they would have left me alone. Maybe this is all my fault.

From the moment Monica put her hands on me, Killian insisted that he deal with it, and instead of letting him do what he does best, I held back, and in doing so, I’ve failed myself. Same goes with Sergiu. The second I had the chance, I should have gone to Killian. I should have told him what his cousin did to me, and it would have been dealt with, but I chose to fear Sergiu instead of trusting that Killian had no part in his cousin’s little visits.

He would have protected me. He would have made it right and ensured that Sergiu or Monica couldn’t even hear my name without fearing it—assuming he would have allowed them to live, of course, but I doubt it. He isn’t known for being a forgiving man. Only with me.

Fuck, I miss him. I’d give anything to see him stride through those doors and take me away from here.

Minutes turn into hours when the massive warehouse begins filling with men. Drinks are served as the other women in cages frantically look around for a way out. I envy their fight for freedom. They still hold on to the hope that they can get out of here, but they’ll soon discover they were foolish to hold on to that hope. All it’s doing is eating into what little energy they have.

Men circle my cage, but I don’t dare look up. I don’t perform for them or show off my body at their demand. I simply sit curled in a ball, waiting for some lowlife to decide my fate.

A laugh sounds before me, and the chilling tone of it has something sinking deep in my gut. The raw familiarity of it sends a chill down my spine, and I can’t help but lift my gaze. His face is one that’s been burned into my mind since the night I stood in this very cage and broke his fucking nose, only now, his nose is healed and there’s one hell of a chip on his shoulder.

Broken-nose guy.

He was an ass that night, and I don’t doubt he’ll be an ass now. The only difference is that I don’t have the fight in me to tell him to fuck off or to even attempt to break his nose again. It’s definitely healed, but it sure as fuck wasn’t set right, and something tells me he’s not exactly thrilled about it. I wonder what bullshit excuse he gave his wife.

“Well, well. I didn’t expect to see you back here,” he chides as his wicked stare lights with excitement. “I’m going to have fun with you.”

My gaze drops back to the floor of the dirty cage, not caring for anything he has to say, but my lack of fight only seems to get him off. “Wow. DeLorenzo really fucked you up, huh? Look at you, you haven’t got even a scrap of dignity left. But don’t worry, I’ve got the perfect place for used-up little whores like you.”

I roll my eyes.

His intimidation tactics didn’t work on me before, and they sure as hell aren’t working on me now. Does he really think a woman who’s spent time with Killian DeLorenzo is going to crumble at his lackluster threats? He’s fucking kidding himself.

Clearly not receiving the show he’s hoping for, Broken Nose eventually slinks away, and I go back to ignoring the world around me, desperately trying to get the images of the past few hours out of my head, but it’s impossible. They’re etched into my brain for eternity, and nothing will make it go away. Nothing will ever make this okay.

The auction gets underway, and I’m not surprised when I’m up first. They want the boring bitch out of the way so they can get to the exciting girls of the night—the girls who are putting on a show, the ones who are drumming up the wrong kind of interest in their desperation to survive.

The bidding is low, and when I hear Broken Nose join the party, sounding more chuffed than ever, all I can do is let out a resigned sigh. He’s only put up three hundred grand so far, whereas last time, he was pushing his limits at over a million dollars. The asshole probably thinks he’s getting a good deal.

Someone else bids, and I don’t even bother to look up. “Four hundred.”

“Five,” Broken Nose says.

The other guy doesn’t respond, and when the auctioneer calls it, declaring me sold, Broken Nose cheers, fist pumping the air as though he just won a prize, but what the hell does he think he won? A woman so broken she can’t even find the energy to get up? A woman torn to shreds and marred by the actions of other men?

I guess congratulations are in order. He’s just got himself a wreck. Good job, asshole. Even the other vile men walking around were capable of taking one look at me and seeing that I wasn’t worth a single cent and knew to look past me.

But not this asshole—my brand-new owner.

Fun times.

His only goal was to break me, but how the hell does he think he’s going to break someone who’s already shattered beyond repair? What a fucking joke.

Needing to put my whirlwind depression on pause to know what the hell is about to happen to me, I watch Broken Nose march across the auction house to the piece of shit who just violated me in the tunnel cell to turn over his payment.

The two of them look at me, and the owner smirks, making my blood turn to poison in my veins. Bile rises in my throat at having his sickening stare on me, and though Killian isn’t here, I still believe he’ll come eventually. I won’t be here when he does. It’s too late for that, but when he finds this smug asshole, he’ll end his miserable life and make him suffer the most brutal death, and that’s the only thing that keeps me breathing.

Killian will learn who purchased me, and in a matter of hours, he’ll be right there to take me home. He always told me not to think of him as my hero or a knight in shining armor, but how could I not? I know he’ll come for me, and when he finally saves me from this wretched hell, everything can be just as it was.

The owner nods to one of the guards—the third man to force himself inside of me—and not a moment later, he makes his way across the auction floor to my cage. Taking the lock in his hand, he begins to release me as Broken Nose comes over to claim his prize, not even waiting for the end of the auction to take me back to his hell hole.

The cage door opens, and the guard reaches in and grips my arm, his dirty nails digging into my skin as he yanks me up off the ground. “Shame you’re not going to be sticking around,” he murmurs, a sickening grin lingering on his vile lips. “I wasn’t nearly done having my fun with you.”

I spit in his face as I hold his stare. “I’m really going to regret not being here to watch as my husband slaughters you like cattle.”

Broken-nose guy laughs, booming with excitement as though he just made some risky bet in a casino, only to learn it’s paying off. “Ooohhhh. I knew she had a little more fight in her,” he grins before reaching for me and tugging me toward him. “Hope you’re fucking ready, bitch.”

I clench my jaw. It’s one thing being destroyed by three grown-ass men holding me down, but this piece of shit? No. He’s old, and while he’s certainly not frail, there’s a part of me that believes I might just be able to fend him off, if only for a little while. Maybe just long enough for Killian to find me. If he’s coming for me—and I know that he is—then I’m going to give it my all. And when I’m through with him, the last thing he’s going to be worried about is his fucked-up nose.

I’m going to destroy this bastard just as thoroughly as he thinks he’s going to destroy me.

Not stupid enough to make a move within the confines of the auction house, I stand by as my wrists are bound and pulled tight, the rope biting into my already torn flesh. Agony rips through my body, but Broken Nose tugs me away like a dog on a leash, and I don’t attempt to fight him on it.

Unlike when Killian took me from here, Broken Nose doesn’t appear to have any guards to keep me in line, and my mind immediately starts to put together a plan. Surely he has a car around here somewhere, and with everyone still inside, who’s going to stop me?

As I’m dragged through the crowd, men grope me, grabbing my ass and tits as Broken Nose pulls me along with his chest puffed out like a fucking peacock, showing off his new toy. But he’s shown his hand now. A man with an ego is a man easily brought down. He’s shown his weakness, and if and when I get the chance, I will exploit it.

My tits are grabbed and roughly squeezed as someone else shoves his hand between my thighs, but joke’s on him, all he’s going to find down there is the remnants of other men’s dick juices.

My body is still weak, and I trip over my feet while cursing myself for not having been able to gain enough energy. But even if I had, I’d be holding on to it. The real battle for my life hasn’t even begun yet, and when it does, I’m going to be ready.

Broken Nose leads me to the small metal staircase I first walked with Killian, and as he drags me up, the ropes around my wrists dig deeper into my flesh. My whimper catches in my throat, and I swallow it down.

I will not cry for this man. I will not show him weakness.

The guard lets us out into the cold night, and as the chill seeps into my bones, all I can do is follow Broken Nose as he makes his way around the side of the massive building. I suddenly don’t feel quite so threatened. It’s just me and him, but I’m not about to make any stupid moves. This could be my only shot at freedom.

There are parked cars farther down the road, and I try to figure out how I’m going to play this vile game. I need to somehow get my wrists free, knock the bastard out, and steal his car. I have no chance of figuring out how to find my way back to Killian’s estate, but if I can get back to my shithole apartment, I can find my phone to call him, and he’ll be there within seconds. I don’t know how, but I trust that he will.

My feet stumble against the uneven ground, and when he pulls me again, my knees give out, twisting my ankle in these ridiculous heels and dropping heavily to the ground. My knees become embedded with gravel, and I cry out in pain as he finally stops, the sudden drop tearing the rope out of his hands.

I barely have a moment to catch myself on my sore palms before he kicks me in the ribs. “Get the fuck up, bitch.”

I clench my jaw and hold my ground, but as he reaches for me, I flinch away from his putrid touch, and the rope loosens at my wrists. A flash of hope burns through me, sparking like a flame and capturing my full attention.

I don’t dare look down at my wrists, terrified of giving it away. He grabs a handful of my hair and throws me across the uneven ground. “Ugh,” I grunt as I drop heavily to the ground, but again, I don’t dare try to get up.

“That’s the way you want to play this?” he demands, kicking me again. “Alright, have it your way, bitch. But if you’re so fucking determined to be on your knees, then I’ll give you something to do.”

He reaches for the front of his pants, quickly unbuckling his belt and pulling his flaccid cock out. He quickly pumps up and down, readying himself for what I assume he thinks is going to be something amazing, and as his grip tightens in my hair and the eye of his cock stares at me, bile rises in my throat.

“Open up, bitch.”

“If you think I’m about to suck your pathetic excuse of a cock, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“You don’t want to cross me, girl. Now open your fucking mouth and be the good little whore that you are and take it. Otherwise, you’ll find your brains splattered across this road, and whether you’re alive or dead, I’ll still be fucking that pretty little mouth, so take your pick.”

My wrists loosen a little more, and as I clench my jaw and lift my gaze, lights appear behind him, much further in the distance, but only a massive fleet of SUVs moving at a million miles an hour could create a halo of light like that.

Killian.

It has to be.

He’s coming for me just as I knew he would.

The wave of emotion that crashes through me is almost crippling, but with Broken Nose’s attention focused solely on me, I mask every emotion within me while doing what I can to keep his stare on me. If he catches wind of someone coming, my chance of getting out of here will get smaller and smaller, and if he somehow worked out that it was Killian coming to get me back, that chance will become non-existent. And while I know I’ve made some foolish decisions in the past, I won’t be making any tonight.

The SUVs are still too far to risk doing anything stupid, but I also can’t risk moving from this spot. If this asshole scoops me up and somehow gets me into the trunk of his car, I’m fucked.

It’s all or nothing.

Putting my pride and dignity aside and doing what I can to disassociate from everything around me, I open my mouth, and as tears fill my eyes, he slams his cock right to the back of my throat. “That’s what I fucking thought,” he says, his hold in my hair tighter than ever as he forces my head back and forth. “Now suck.”

I gag on his cock, choking as it slams against the back of my throat over and over all while keeping my gaze locked on the blinding headlights that grow closer and closer, and the moment they’re close enough for me to take the upper hand, I don’t fucking hesitate.

I wait, just a microsecond for his cock to penetrate the back of my throat, and then with every ounce of strength I possess, I bite down as hard as fucking possible. Broken Nose roars in agony as a wave of blood fills my mouth, but I don’t dare let go, I just keep grinding my teeth.

He viciously pulls on my hair, yanking out chunks, and as my wrists finally come free, I shove my hand between his shaking thighs and grab his balls in a death grip, squeezing until I feel something pop.

Broken Nose falls to the ground, and the heavy drop of his body is enough to tear the rest of his skin, completely castrating him, and the moment I can, I pull back, spitting what’s left of his cock out onto the dirty ground.

Blood smears across my face, and as I shakily get back to my feet, I stare down at the pathetic man before me, watching as he succumbs to the agony. Blood pulses out of him in waves, and while I know nothing about the human body, I know people don’t often survive that kind of blood loss.

“How’s that for a little fight left in me?”

I rise like the fucking red queen, wearing my crown of blood. “YOU BITCH,” Broken Nose roars, clutching on to his non-existent cock, but all I can do is laugh.

Maybe the events that unfolded tonight have ruined me. Maybe I’ll never be the girl Killian fell in love with, but right now, it doesn’t matter, because these assholes have blackened my soul, and I won’t rest until justice has been served.

I hear the convoy of SUVs skidding to a halt, and as I glance back over my shoulder, I realize it’s time to go. Killian is going to storm the auction house, and when he does, I want him to know exactly what he’s getting justice for.

I turn to race toward the other half of my heart, but the gurgling of Broken Nose gives me pause, and as I look down at him, my dark heart creeps closer. “I hope I was worth it,” I tell him as a twisted smirk stretches across my lips. “Now, if you don’t mind. I’ve been away from my husband for far too long.”

“I’m going to kill you,” he spits through a clenched jaw. “Mark my fucking words, girl. I’m going to find you, and when I do, the pain I inflict on you would be like living in the darkest hell.”

I laugh. “Cute,” I say, as my gaze shifts down to the castrated penis and the rush of blood flowing from the wound. “With that kind of blood loss, you won’t live past the next few minutes, let alone have the chance to get your hands on me again, but just in case some bullshit miracle occurs and you somehow survive, you’ll never find me.”

“What—”

With every bit of my weight, I slam my stiletto heel down right into his eye socket, feeling the exact moment the heel penetrates through his brain. It’s lights out in an instant, and with a newfound hope burning brighter than ever, I yank my heel out of his brain, turn to face the angelic halo of light, and without a single glance back, I make a break for it and race toward the other half of my black soul.