Chapter 17
Lio is not okay. I don’t know what the fuck Cecily did to him, because he won’t talk to me, and it’s worrisome.
I’m going to kill her. Slowly, painfully, I’m going to make her suffer for making my friend look as if all the light has gone out of him.
Struggling with my own memories of my last kidnapping, I’m next to useless to help Lio, though I’m not even sure if he’ll let me. He’s been quiet, and the pain I see in his eyes makes me feel so fucking helpless.
Whatever they did to him, they knew how to cut to the quick of who he is as a person, and it terrifies me, because while Lio has shown more of his soft, vulnerable parts since being with Hollis and Ten, my friend is still strong as hell.
Still fierce, and one of the best fighters I’ve ever seen—and not just physically.
To see him so lost and broken…it frightens me.
“I’m here, Lio,” I whisper into the space between us. “You’re not alone. Sono sempre con te, Amico Mio.”
He doesn’t look at me, but does reach his hand out. I grasp his fingers, relief coursing through me at the connection.
The door to our prison opens, and we both look up as Cecily and her goons storm into the room. Unlike the last time she graced us with her presence, she’s not as perfectly put together. There’s an unhinged look in her eyes that makes me nervous.
Lio and I stand to face her. “That one.” She nods to me, and her goons move in unison. Even as Lio tries to put up a fight.
“No! Don’t you fucking touch him,” he seethes.
“It’s okay, Lio.”
“Did you not get enough, Emilio?” Cecily says. “Bring them both.”
I try to fight at her words, but they hold a knife to Lio’s throat, and there’s no way I would let him get hurt because of me, so I allow myself to be dragged out of the room we’ve been held in.
“No!” Lio shouts when we come to another door. I try to look back at my friend, but they don’t let me.
Inside the room is a bed, which is telling in itself, but so is the camera in the corner, along with Cecily’s wild eyes and feral grin.
“Your people almost ruined a perfectly good thing tonight,” she says.
“One of your washed up Bosses was shot, and…if the amount of blood on the scene was any indication, he’s probably dead now. ”
Everything in me freezes. I search her face to look for a lie, but she’s too sure of herself to be bullshitting us. Beneath the feral, unhinged look is smug satisfaction, as if bringing us news that someone we love might be dead is in any way good.
Fucking bitch.
“I hope you don’t die as quickly as your friend Tom did,” I spit at her. “I want to see your insides on the outside. I know how to make it happen in the most painful of ways…”
Cecily laughs. “You’re such an adorable little whore, thinking you’ll get out of this.”
I smile and chuckle. “Whore… Do you think that’s an insult? I like being a whore, it’s fun. Not that you would know. I bet your pussy is as dry as a desert. No way would anyone, let alone your so-called fiancé, be able to get in there.”
Lio chokes on a laugh that turns into a snort, and I enjoy bringing some light into this hellhole.
Cecily’s lips twist into a snarl, and she moves in to slap me across the face. I can hear Lio’s protest, and his chains rattle as he tries to fight them, but I don’t take my eyes off the bitch in front of me.
“Since you like being a whore so much, choose.”
“What?” I stare at her in confusion, even as dread fills me.
She grins evilly. “Choose, whore. Your friend over there already showed his true colors, I’m sure he’d love to demonstrate on you.
Or maybe one of my guards is more to your liking?
I’m generous enough to let you choose; otherwise, I’ll choose for you, and,” she laughs, “if I do that, you won’t like the results. ”
“Roman…”
I look over at Lio, his devastated green eyes bore into mine. I try to give him a smile. “It’ll be okay, I promise.”
“Tick tock, little whore.”
I look back to Cecily and sneer. “Since you’re the one who thinks your dick is bigger than anyone else’s, how about you fuck me.”
“Very well. Over the bed, whore.”
The goon holding my chains shoves me, as if I don’t know what a fucking bed is. I look over my shoulder and glare at him.
“Roman… Don’t do this.”
“It’s okay, Anima Gemella. I promise, it’ll be okay.
” I allow myself to get pushed over the end of the bed.
The asshole grabs my hair and twists my head, so I can watch as one goon holds Lio tightly, while the other grabs him by the throat, giving it a squeeze in warning.
Lio watches me with anger and fear in his eyes, and I want to look away.
I don’t want him to watch whatever is about to happen, but I don’t want him to be alone either, so I keep my gaze on his.
My skirt is flipped up and my underwear pulled down. I try not to flinch at the cool air hitting my ass.
Cecily comes over and runs a gentle finger down my cheek, and it takes all my control not to flinch. “Are you ready, whore?”
I glare at her. “Do your worst, bitch.”
“Oh, I will…this might make up for the plans your Family ruined. Maybe… Depends on how good of a whore you are.”
She holds out a hand and someone places a gun in it. My heart beats so hard I’m surprised none of them can hear it, though I am careful not to let anything show in my expression.
“Open up, whore.” Cecily shoves the muzzle of the gun into my mouth. I choke, and can barely hear Lio’s cry as she pushes the gun as far into my mouth as she can. Pulling it out a little, she scrapes the roof of my mouth, and blood mixes with the metallic taste of the weapon.
I retch as the gun is shoved toward the back of my throat, and more blood bathes my tongue as it cuts open the inside of my mouth when she pulls it all the way out.
I spit blood at her, and enjoy the way her mouth twists in disgust, though not so much when she hits me across the face with the gun.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Lio cries from across the room. He gasps in pain as one of the goons holding him punches him in the stomach, forcing him to double over, which makes the asshole holding him by the throat laugh as he chokes.
“It’s okay, Lio. I promise, it’ll be okay. Please, Anima Gemella, trust me.”
Tear-filled moss colored eyes meet mine, and I focus on them as my ass cheeks are spread apart, and the blood and spit-slicked gun is shoved roughly between them.
“Take it, whore,” Cecily says, a sadistic glee in her voice as she shoves the gun against my hole.
The muscle tries to keep her out, but she’s insistent, pressing the muzzle against me until it pops through. The pain is fast and sharp, and I cry out.
Lio thrashes, but they hold a knife against his side, and his face grows red as the pressure on his throat increases.
Please, I silently beg him. Please, stay still. Please, stay with me. Please…
When I scream as the gun is shoved deeper inside, the goon that was in charge of pushing me onto the bed moves to stand in front of me, cutting off my view of Lio. No, please, I need him…
His pants are open, and on my next breath, he shoves his hard cock into my mouth. I choke as he forces himself in all the way. He groans and holds my head still, fucking into me as Cecily slowly pulls the gun out, before roughly shoving it back in.
Over and over again, they use me. I can taste blood at the back of my throat, and tears sting my eyes. I can’t hear Lio anymore, and it worries me that they’ve killed him… I need to see my friend… I can’t survive this without him. I can’t face Hollis and Tennant without him. Please…
The lack of air, mixed with the pain coursing through me every time Cecily shifts the gun inside me, turns my thoughts into a jumbled mess, and darkness begins to encroach on me.
Lio better be alive…otherwise I’m going to make death look like a fucking vacation once this is all over. The darkness swamps me, and it’s only the thought of my friend that gives me the will to survive this…