Chapter 3 #2
I feel loopy from the pain, and I can’t even curl my fingers into my palm to center myself since they’re too swollen to move.
Biting my tongue instead and focusing on it, I force myself not to make a sound as Mr. Domino shoves his thick fingers into my cunt.
I only slick out of self preservation, my nature forcing me to react to an alpha.
I remind myself that this is not my choice, and I do not want this. Being an omega is so confusing, and one of the reasons that they are trafficked so easily.
I narrow my eyes as my body jolts with the invasion of his fingers, and he smiles cruelly.
“You’re very tight. I would wonder if there will be virgin blood on my dick after this but I know your father already took it from you,” he muses.
“Otherwise, it could be a fun game to play. If there’s blood you live, if there’s not, I fuck all your holes until I kill you.
Maybe I’ll pretend just so I can kill you anyway. ”
I choose option three: neither. I’d much prefer watching the light disappear from your eyes, thank you.
“Still no words,” he chuckles. “That’s alright. I’ll take your screams instead.”
Pulling out his fingers, he sucks on them as he groans dramatically. This close, I can smell him, and it’s a mixture of tobacco and black licorice. Together, it’s a terrible smell for me, and I have to bite back another retch.
Breathing in and out from my nose, I watch as he lines his dick up with my entrance.
I won’t let him get far enough to fuck me, and I find myself whimpering with unhappiness as he drags the crown of his shaft over the most intimate parts of my body.
I need him to not be paying attention enough so I can make my move.
“So fucking perfect,” he mutters, the words making my skin crawl as he goes back to shoving his fingers in my cunt to coat his cock.
“If you get pregnant and I choose to keep you, I’ll sell your child for top dollar.
I promised my children I’d never have another child that’ll compromise their inheritance.
I know your father wants to whore you out, but I may convince him to let me keep you if you’re a good girl and please me. It all depends entirely on you.”
Fucking asshole . His vacillation between wanting to kill or keep me is enough to give me whiplash, and a good way to keep me off balance if I believed anything he had to say.
His words evoke a whimper from me that’s performative as I pull my wrists loose from the headboard, my thigh muscles tensing in anticipation of my next move.
This dickweed thinks that since I’m safely tied up, he can lose himself in my scent. I’m honestly surprised that John and Louise didn’t realize that my scent is different from Nova’s. However, since they were so heavily involved in hurting me, I’m sure that wasn’t on their radar.
Watching him fist his cock as he stares at my cunt is nauseating, but I silently cheer as he pushes at my folds with his other hand to gaze openly at me.
Gritting my teeth now that my leg is free, I swing my leg to knock it against him so I can roll my body on top of his.
It hurts my tied leg, but I ignore the strain on my hip as I shove the alpha onto the mattress with my hands and slam my tied wrists over his neck.
The look of surprise on his face is almost comical, and I clamp my thigh against his body since I’m off balance.
Mr. Domino bucks and fights, his hand wrapping around my throat as he punches my body.
Closing my eyes, I force my arms to lock over his throat, my focus on strangling him before he can make me pass out.
I ignore the pain of his blows, my body following his movements to keep him pinned down. He stops strangling me in an effort to knock me off his body. If he manages to flip us, I’m dead. I promised my alphas and pack that I would always come back to them, and I don’t plan to break my promise now.
“Argh!” Roberto screams, making my eyes pop open. I suppose we can be on a first name basis now that I’m about to kill him.
His blows are strong as he hits me, but I continue to hold my position, watching as his face becomes more swollen and his eyes bulge. My only task in life at this time is to continue to strangle him until he passes out. Then I’ll untie my leg and go for his knife.
“Just fucking die,” I rasp, ignoring his very hard cock underneath me, and riding out each movement with his length against my ass.
He tries to shove me off, but I press down harder as he snarls. His lips are turning gray, the vessels in his eyes popping. It’s only a matter of time before the stubborn asshole passes out. Even now, his blows are beginning to flag, and I can feel his body weakening.
I can’t let up. The second I do, I feel as if he’ll kill me and fuck me in the blood, and I refuse to go out like that. My body aches, there will be bruises, but I’m so focused on my end goal that I barely feel any of it.
I watch the capillaries in Roberto’s eyes, counting each one as they explode, enjoying my handiwork as he slowly begins to slump.
“One, two, three…” I whisper under my breath, waiting to ensure that he isn’t playing possum. It’s what I would do if I started to feel the panic of not being able to breathe, and I hold tightly to the knowledge that killing Roberto Domino will keep both my sister and I safe.
Once his body is completely pliant for several minutes, I quickly lift arms and turn to untie the knots holding my leg hostage.
My hip is now screaming from having to flip Roberto over while I was still tied up, but I can’t stop moving.
Once free, I get off the naked alpha, fighting my nausea as I scramble off the bed for the knife.
My eyes check on Roberto continuously as I grab the knife, my fingers refusing to work as I fumble my way through cutting my bindings without slicing my wrists.
Finally, I’m able to pull away from the rope, watching as it falls to the ground.
I hear a groan from Roberto, and I curse myself because I didn’t check for a pulse.
I’m getting sloppy and that’s unacceptable.
Picking up the knife properly, I hold it with both hands as I crawl up and across the massive bed, the adrenaline helping through the pain I’m feeling.
His eyes snap open as I shove the knife deep into his chest with a snarl, aiming toward the left which has me hovering over his body.
“Die, asshole,” I whisper, hearing him gasp. Thankfully, there’s no yelling that would alert anyone that I’m killing one of the largest mafia bosses in the midwest. “I’m also not Nova, I’m Hollis. The wrong sister is sending you to Hell.”
Watching the light leaving his eyes gives me enormous pleasure, and this time I remember to check for his pulse. Finding none, I grin as I manage to get away with mostly clean skin, using the bathroom to wash my hands and leaving the knife in his chest.
Once finished, I get dressed in Roberto’s shirt, gagging at the stench of his scent.
Fuck, he smells awful. The shirt covers most of my body to my mid thigh, and I push up the sleeves.
Unfortunately, I can’t do much about rolling up the sleeves with broken fingers, so I leave them and pick up the gun.
My lips purse as I pick up Roberto’s pants and look through his pockets for any other type of weapon. His phone hits the ground softly, and I cringe as I pick it up. It opens without a security code, making me pause. I need to tell Lars or Caleb where I am so he can send in the cavalry.
Swallowing hard, I fumble a bit as I send the first number that comes to mind a text. Everything is being run on autopilot for the moment as my adrenaline rush transitions into the need to shed more blood. For now, my instinct says not to call anyone for fear of having someone hear my voice.
Unknown
It’s Hollis. I’m about to leave a trail of dead people in my wake. I’m counting on you to rein me in afterward. Here’s my location pin. Don’t call me, it’s not safe to talk. This is Mr. Domino’s phone by the way, so that’s going to be a problem later. Tell Cian.
I drop my location in the text message and then shove the phone in the pocket of my borrowed shirt before ensuring that I have my weapons. A glance outside the window shows that I’m on the second floor, and reminds me that my battered body isn’t up to scaling down the side of the house.
Super omega I am not.
Walking slowly to the door, I bite my lip as I put my ear to it. I don’t want to use the gun unless absolutely necessary. Both due to the noise and the difficulty of properly discharging it due to my swollen fingers.
Breaking them was fairly smart on John and Louise’ part, but it won’t keep me down. I’ll simply have to be smarter about how I return the favor.
I’m suspicious that a mafia don doesn’t have someone waiting for him outside, but as I slowly open the door, I find the hallway is empty.
The hubris of this man is astounding, but it makes sense since he thought he was getting my sister.
I need to make sure she gets some kind of self defense training once I’m done here, because the world is simply too dangerous not to have it.
Walking out of the door while babying my sore hip that’s threatening to riot and pop out of place, I look down each side of the corridor only to find it completely empty.
Pride goeth before the fall. Smirking, I lock the door behind me and close it. Turning right down the hall, I hobble down it in search of the stairs. I doubt that Louise and John would have left without further instruction from Roberto.
Something about their names is irking me. I somehow don’t believe they’re really named what they call each other, but I don’t know what they’re covering up. Hopefully, one of Cian’s hackers is working on this. I have no doubt that he’s already been alerted.
I may incessantly push people away, but I have people who love me, and they will fucking find me. I just need to stay alive until that happens.
The hall remains empty as I get to the stairs, and I wince at the idea of having to climb down them.
Sighing, I clench my teeth hard and slam my left hip into the railing, gasping as it shifts back into place.
The walking had begun to grind the joint and bones together, which would have made it almost impossible for me to climb down these stairs.
Tears glitter in my eyes as I make my way down, my neck on a swivel as I look for anyone around. The house is full of ugly art and statues, the carpet too expensive for an empty house. It appears to be a show home, where you’re too afraid to touch anything.
My footsteps lead me toward the left, my ears straining to hear voices or breathing. I’m fairly certain this is the basement of the home I was in earlier, simply because it makes the most sense.
As I get toward the back of the house, I hear John and Louise arguing, and my lips twist to the side. I haven’t seen a single person outside of them, and I’m inclined to think that Roberto Domino is hiding that he bought a shiny new toy to rape.
He certainly didn’t tell the woman he was on the phone with as he entered the bedroom I was tied up in, and he didn’t want his sons to know about the level of his depravity. The world is all a stage, and I want to fuck up his legacy.
I am going to plant seeds in his sons’ minds of how awful their father is, hoping that they aren’t at all like him. If I can do that, then maybe I’ll be able to avoid a war with the Domino family.
I don’t regret killing him, but I will feel bad if I’m the reason peace is broken.
Creeping down to the open doorway, I poke my head in to see that they’re actively having a disagreement.
“John, Mr. Domino just went up to see Nova, let the man be,” Louise says.
“I know, but we sent everyone away,” he growls. “He has enemies, woman! He waltzed in here without a care in the world. Mr. Domino didn’t even bring a guard. What if something happens?”
My mouth twists into a smile, wrapping my abused fingers around the gun I’ve been cradling despite the pain. My knife goes into my pocket with the phone carefully and I take off the safety on the Glock in my hands.
Raising the gun while they argue, I stay mostly hidden and take a soundless, cleansing breath. My sight is aimed at John, and I know that I need to work quickly because they’re both just as dangerous.
“We’re both armed and can take care of Mr. Domino’s safety,” Louise sighs. “You just need to chill.”
Firing the gun into John’s chest in a non-kill shot, I chuckle under my breath at her complacent tone.
I am the nightmare, bitch. You just don’t know it yet.
My arms shift to Louise, glaring at her as I shoot her as well. The blood is beginning to flow, and I inhale deeply with a grin.
“Maybe when you kidnap a girl, you should make sure she’s the right twin,” I growl, stepping out from behind the wall to also shoot both of them in the legs so they can’t run.
John gets an extra bullet to the hand for reaching for a weapon, and I leisurely remove it from his pocket and place the gun on a chair far away from him.
Now to check them both completely for weapons so I can have some fun.