Chapter 10 – Geralynn
Chapter Ten
Geralynn
Iget the necktie halfway around Renzo’s neck when I realize my first miscalculation – getting close enough for Renzo to hold onto me.
I try to wrap the tie around his neck and squeeze, but his neck apparently has too much muscle and he squeezes my waist so tightly that I can’t breathe into my core and get the strength to strangle a full grown man who has at least sixty pounds of muscle on me.
He makes sure that I catch his eye so he can deliver an intentional smug smirk, then Renzo throws my body off of his effortlessly. I scream as I fall back, grateful that he tosses me onto the bed just because of how hard he throws me. I have to get out of here.
“The door is locked,” Renzo snarls at me with disgust, as if it’s my fault the door is locked and my fault that I’m trapped in this bedroom with him.
He can’t seriously think that I would choose to be here, would he?
I feel sicker than I did before as a thin drooling river of Renzo’s seed squeezes its way out of me and runs down my thigh.
He storms over to the door and pounds on it before grabbing and shaking the handle again.
It takes me a few seconds to move as I try to catch my breath from getting thrown back onto the bed.
There’s something deeply wrong with this man.
I sit up in bed as Renzo returns to my position and drags me by the ankle out of his bed.
I scream and half expect my head to hit the floor the way he’s swinging me around like a Renaissance fair turkey leg.
Instead of landing on the floor, Renzo grabs my torso and throws me over his shoulders effortlessly.
I have never felt this weightless before and I’m not the heaviest woman on the planet, but I’m no skinny-mini either.
The meat on my bones puts most men out of breath from trying to lift me up and very few have succeeded.
Renzo’s man-strength terrifies me and I want to keep fighting him, but I’m gasping too desperately for air to trust myself with launching another attack.
He’s too big and if I lose all my strength at once, I won’t be able to run.
Looking for an opening to run seems like the best bet.
Despite all his pretending that he doesn’t know what the hell is going on, Renzo probably has his sister locked up in a room somewhere.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
His fists slam into the door, followed by Renzo’s menacing voice. “NICOLETTA!”
My eardrums nearly pop with the force of Renzo’s trembling, outraged voice. He blames his sister for this? He slams his fist into the door again repeatedly.
“NICKI, get your ass over here or I’ll strangle Geralynn and rip her dead body apart with my bare fucking hands.”
I muster up enough strength after that comment to fight back.
He grunts with mere annoyance as I slam my fists into his back.
Renzo is fucking crazy and I don’t believe for a second that Nicki left me in here with this monster or worse, did what Renzo accuses her of doing.
He grabs the door handle again and starts kicking the door like a maniac.
“NICKI, LET ME OUT OF HERE!”
Renzo steps back, clearly gearing up to hit the door again.
From my position over his shoulder, I see a large black envelope slide beneath the door.
There’s someone on the other side. I hold out hope that Nicki has nothing to do with this, but if that’s the case, she might be captive somewhere in Renzo’s house or somewhere else.
Either way, we’re not alone. Renzo notices the envelope and lowers me to the floor.
He doesn’t exactly drop me, but he’s not gentle about it either.
That’s one of the most frustrating parts about Renzo a lot of the time.
He’s too fucking indifferent to everything around him and nonchalant about every matter that doesn’t concern him directly.
My safety and comfort are no longer his concern now that he has successfully used me for sex.
I land on the floor with a thud and then stumble to my feet as Renzo picks up the black envelope and rips it open.
There are multiple documents inside. Renzo yanks the papers out impatiently and several documents scatter to the floor.
I pick up the papers that spew out of the folder, only to have Renzo grab my wrist so tightly that I scream and everything I touched falls to the floor again.
“Touch nothing. Fight your instincts to clean up your superior’s messes.”
If I didn’t think spitting on Renzo would cause him to strangle me on the spot, I would have done it. Instead, I allow him to scan the top paper in the stack of documents attracting his attention. Renzo reads out loud, and I can’t tell why until I listen past the first sentence.
To my dearest brother, Lorenzo.
Your fate is now in my hands, so read this letter very carefully or unfortunately, you will have to starve to death.
I questioned the wisdom of involving Geralynn in my plan without her consent, but unfortunately, this is the only way I can think of to keep us both compliant and acting fairly throughout the course of the next few hours… and then the next few months…
I confess – I laced your drinks with a powerful aphrodisiac mixed with a sedative that allowed both of you to act according to your most primal impulses. Nothing contained within these drugs was obtained through unnatural chemical synthesis…
Renzo trails off and mutters a sentence that I unfortunately agree with. “Does she think our biggest concern is that she drugged us naturally?”
He grunts deep in his chest and continues to read Nicki’s fucked up letter to us. My best friend did this. She did this to me and wrote it down in a casual confessional like she didn’t just leave me completely vulnerable to her psychopathic brother.
He continues reading the letter:
You will both be completely fine within forty-eight hours, although until that point, you will be more vulnerable to your ‘natural instincts’ for procreation.
Geralynn, I’m sorry that I had to do this to you. Truly. I see no positives in what I had to do, but I trust that you are a strong person capable of surviving and ultimately, I believe the ends justify the means. You are my sister and I need to make that bond a bond in blood.
Renzo stops reading. Color flushes across his cheeks as he visibly seethes.
His thumbs tighten around my wrists so hard that I feel like my hand is about to pop off.
I want to scream, but I’m suffering from a whirlwind of emotions as Renzo reads out loud his sister’s confession, which implicates her in my suffering and represents more betrayal than I expected from a girl I’ve called a best friend throughout the most formative years of my life.
He glares at me as if it’s my fault Nicki did this. Does he really think I want this? He’s the one who pressed his body on top of mine and what happened after that was an accident that was mostly Renzo’s fault if anyone’s.
“You sicken me,” Renzo snarls at me. “I don’t care what she has planned but…”
His eyes drop to the letter. Clearly, there’s more to this letter than the already disturbing details Nicki shared.
I have several angles and hours of video evidence of your “breeding episode” last night, which I would prefer not to watch. However, Renzo, I am left with no choice. You and Geralynn must both sign your individual contracts and only then will I release you from the room.
You have forty-five minutes upon receipt of this letter to review your contracts and to submit one amendment each in writing beneath the door. Your amendment will either be approved or rejected by the ‘legal representative’ I have structuring this deal.
“Who the fuck is this legal representative?” Renzo remarks with an unambiguous snort.
The primary emotion this monster feels is disdain.
Why would Geralynn want me to form a blood bond with him of all people?
Doesn’t he have an identical twin brother who isn’t an evil fucking monster?
Renzo sighs. It’s not like I planned on responding to his rhetorical question.
If he wants to get out of here, he’ll have to keep reading. My tongue grows heavier in my mouth with each sentence. I can’t tell if it’s shock and horror from the content of Nicki’s blackmail note, the drugs still coursing through my system, or a massive adrenaline spike at the outright betrayal.
Renzo continues reading:
Once you sign your individual contracts, which were contained within the envelopes, you will receive a small amount of freedom.
At this point, I want to offer my heartfelt apologies to Geralynn for bonding her to my brother, who is nothing but a…
“I’m not reading this,” he snarls.
I try to glance over Renzo’s meaty arm to read the letter, but he rudely twists my wrist until I yelp and he pins me against the wall.
The pain is immediate and his comfort with causing me physical pain disturbs me completely.
But the part of me that can’t handle the suspense appreciates that my challenge prompts him to read the rest of his sister’s letter.
Why leave out the insults? The jibes at Renzo are probably the best part of this whole fucked up thing.
Renzo continues reading Nicki’s letter, starting the sentence over:
At this point, I want to offer my heartfelt apologies to Geralynn for bonding her to my brother, who is nothing but a racist and bigoted piece of garbage.
I hope that if it’s any consolation, several of his ex-girlfriends have claimed that he is a competent lover, but a dangerous psychopath who they never wish to speak to again.
“She’s lying,” Renzo interrupts the flow of the letter defensively.
I stare at him blankly. I’m done fighting him and risking him taking out this outrage at Nicki on my wrist and shoulder, so I stay silent.
Apparently, Renzo won’t be the only person I have to fight when I get out of this shitty situation.
Renzo glares at me, still resentful for my silence. He continues reading with a voice so dark and terrifying that a chill runs down my spine and leaves me with frosty, unshakeable terror.
He continues reading:
I love you, Geralynn. I hope the terms and conditions of this contract will make your wildest dreams come true and make this worth it. We will be sisters for life once you and my brother sign these contracts and no harm will ever come to you again. I promise.
Renzo – you deserve every painful thing in your life. You are a demented bastard who our father favors because of his delusional self-obsession. Wake up! This is an opportunity to become a decent man.
DO NOT hurt Geralynn or I will ensure my ‘legal representative’ handles your case on a more ‘permanent’ basis.
Your loving sister,
Nicoletta
“She thinks she’s a fucking mobster,” Renzo spits out, tossing the letter to the ground.
He releases my wrist and I instinctively rub the points he squeezed the life out of to get the blood flowing.
I’m so fucking shaken up by everything happening that I feel too nauseous to fight back. I just need the blood to keep flowing.
The next paper in the stack only infuriates Renzo more.
He mutters a word under his breath that sounds so angry and aggressive.
I think it’s Italian. He spent years in Italy and I wish he stayed because then maybe his sister wouldn’t have done something so outrageous.
The betrayal feels like a knife twisted in my chest.
My wildest dreams didn’t involve Renzo Taviani cumming inside me.
“This is fucked.”
A voice plays on the speakers that must be embedded in the walls of Renzo’s room.
“Renzo, read the documents and sign them quickly. You don’t have much time before I take drastic measures.”
It’s Nicoletta’s voice. The chill from Renzo’s presence causes me to shiver and tremble from the temperature in his bedroom. I might just be that mentally fucked up from everything. Renzo glares at me, but when he notices me shivering, his cruel expression softens for a second.
“Get my hoodie off the bed,” he says. “Then come read this fucking contract.”
He doesn’t hide his malice from me, but in this half-clothed state, he can’t hide much of anything, including how much his eyes linger on my lower half.
He stares at the white creamy stain on my inner thighs and then clears his throat impatiently since I take more than a few seconds to jump to action in search of this hoodie.
Nicoletta… What the hell have you done to me?