CHAPTER 20 #2
“How could you be so sure, huh?” I asked in disbelief.
“He’s the devil , right? So he wouldn’t fucking care, much less feel the same.
Sorry, I didn’t want him to treat me like the others who are fucking in love with him,” I snapped.
“You know how much it fucking hurt me the last time, so please, forgive me for fucking this up too, out of fear.”
“Nirah, I didn’t mean…”
“Silvia, I was hospitalized after my last so-called relationship, and I know that Antonio isn’t him, but it’s difficult to move on to someone new when deep down I haven’t had closure yet.”
“Hey,” she cooed, pulling me into her arms. “I know, I’m sorry.”
She held me in her arms, and allowed comfortable silence between us before I pulled back. “You’re in love with him?” she asked—a heartwarming smile dancing on her lips—and I realized that I let it slip.
“Yes? No? Fuck,” I breathed, falling back. “I am in love with Antonio…” I admitted and she chuckled.
“It’s about time you finally admitted it,” she rolled her eyes. “Communication is key, right?” she asked and I nodded, sitting back up. “Then call him, and tell him the truth. No man, goes above and beyond, like this man does, for a woman he doesn’t feel anything for.”
I was hesitant but before I could speak she got called to perform. She unwillingly left me with a comforting hug and closed the door behind herself. She’s right .
After composing myself, I left the room to get myself a drink. I really needed to think this through.
Logan walked away as he spoke on his cellphone, and Undertaker followed behind me. I reached for my cellphone, but it wasn’t on my person. Shit . It must have fallen out in the car. “Hey, can you please go and get my cellphone in the car?” I asked, but he seemed reluctant.
“I can’t leave you alone, Miss.” Yes, of course.
“Well—” I’m cut off as a syringe sinks into his neck from behind. His eyes rolled back in his head as his body dropped to the floor with a thud.
Confused, I looked up, and a man dressed in black from head to toe stood in front of me. I retreated with every step he took until he slowly lifted his head, grinning .
An unsettling feeling stirred in my core, and I looked around, trying to find one of the security guys. “What’s wrong, princess? ”
My stomach dropped for a second, and all the color drained from my face. I slowly turned my head to him, and goosebumps spread across my skin. I knew that voice. I turned to run, but he grabbed my arm. “Uh uh. I don’t think so,” he shook his head.
I dug my heel into his foot, and he groaned, letting go of me. Sylvester .
I sprinted to the back, hearing him follow me. I looked back, knocking into someone. I stumbled back and Logan grabbed my arms to steady me. “Miss Nirah, are you okay?”
A large forearm wrapped around Logan’s neck, choking him and my eyes grow wide. “Run,” he choked out, fighting against Sylvester.
I jolted back in fear, seeing both men in an aggressive tussle. Slowly, I stepped back before bolting away from them—my pulse throbbing in my neck.
I sprinted in the opposite direction, running as fast as I could. Frantically looking around, I spotted the back door in the distance. I charged toward it, and as soon as I stepped outside the cold, late night air slammed against my face.
Goosebumps trailed over my skin, and a firm hand gripped the back of my neck. “There you are,” Sylvester wickedly said, and I turned to face him. “I’ve missed you, my sweet little girl,” he whispered in my ear, and my legs nearly buckled.
My eyes darted down to the shiny knife in his hand as he spun me around, grabbing my face in his hand.
“Don’t do this,” I shook my head, and he pressed the sharp point of the knife into my cheek.
“Do what?” he grinned, pushing it in deeper until I felt it prick my skin.
He pulled the knife back and roughly let go of my face.
He slapped me and pushed me back up against the wall—wrapping a firm hand around my throat.
No . “You’ve been making my life a fucking nightmare for way too long,” he growled. “It ends here and now .”
With my heart racing, I knee him between his legs and he squirmed, dropping the knife.
I tried to run as he fell to the ground but he grabbed my ankle, stabbing my leg.
I groaned in pain, falling to the ground, and my forehead slammed against the hard concrete.
I choked out a cry, rolling onto my back as my vision blurred.
He got up, unsteadily standing over me.
I held onto my bleeding leg and he kicked me in my stomach with a force so strong he knocked my wind out.
I cried in agony and he kicked me for a second, a third, and a fourth time. “Please stop,” I begged as the pain became overwhelming. “ Please ,” I sobbed and he crouched down in front of me. I curled inwards with my knees clutched to my chest in an attempt to protect myself from him.
He yanked my legs straight and I winced at the pain. I turned over but he grabbed my arm, forcing me on my back. He pressed his knee onto my bruised stomach and held his knife above his knee.
“No, no please,” I shook my head. “It hurts!” I cried as he stabbed my stomach, twisting the knife. “ Stop !” I wailed and he twisted the knife even more. The booming music in the club trapped my cries for help, swallowing it.
My whimpers got caught in my throat, and I choked on my saliva. “Does that hurt?” he mused. “Because that’s what you’ll be going through from now on, you filthy slut . You and your little fiancé.”
“No,” I shook my head. “Don’t you dare—” I got cut off by him yanking out the knife and slicing a four-inch line down my arm. I groaned in pain as sweat coated my forehead. “Fuck you!” I stammered in pain.
His chuckle was dark— sinister . “You will, soon enough,” he smirked, and I felt the sweat dripping down my forehead. “And I’ll have you screaming my name, over and over. You sluts enjoy that, don’t you? Being thrown around.”
I felt my tears dry up and my chest tightened at the mere thought of him putting his hands on me, again . I fearfully closed my eyes and all I could see was Antonio’s face. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting against the agonizing pain.
The weight of his knee shifted off of my stomach, and that was when I kicked him between his legs so hard that a sharp pain shot up my leg. He dropped the knife at my head, and I grabbed it, stabbing his leg repeatedly.
He wailed, dropping to the ground beside me, and I crawled away from him. I used my arms to push myself back inside, my wounded legs dragging behind me. Blood poured out of my stomach as I crawled, sobbing relentlessly.
The music turned distraught as a sharp ringing pained my ears. I looked around, desperate for help. I forced myself to my feet, limping to the first person I saw. Help me…