20. Roman
20
ROMAN
“ Y ou did well on the Mansetti issue,” Father’s deep voice boomed out as we sat in the office downstairs. It was way too fucking early to be drinking, but that didn’t stop him because he was putting down our scotch with ease. If we were to argue over it, he’d tell us without him we wouldn’t have scotch so we kept quiet, me making a mental note we’d have to send one of our guys out for more once the asshole left.
The very real fear he’d hurt my little snowflake upstairs weighed heavily on me. I tuned his voice out as he spoke to Massimo, wondering if she was OK. Mass said he tied her to the bedpost before leaving her.
Ren and I listened while Sever fucked her last night. It was hard not to. They weren’t exactly quiet. I was grateful he’d finally broke. Ren had been right. All Sever needed was a little push and he’d fall.
Mass had popped his head in and had joined us, passing around a bottle of booze while we discussed what the fuck we were doing with our Misery.
It was quickly decided on that we all cared deeply for her and wanted to keep her. Permanently.
That was huge, and there was no fucking way I was going to back down from that. I knew Ren felt the same. Twin intuition, but it was more than that. The fierceness in his voice when he vowed to kill our old man if he so much as touched her. Mass had hissed at us, telling us to not talk shit like that, but I knew we all felt that way. Maybe Mass thought he could save our old man, but Ren and I knew differently. Our father was beyond saving. He was a piece of human waste that needed disposed of.
I was pretty sure Sever was with us in regard to taking our old man’s ass out. We just need Mass to join.
Mass would be a hell of a leader too. We all knew he would. The men loved him. We loved him. And now, I was sure our girl did.
“Roman?” Father’s voice tugged me back to the moment.
“Yes?” I called out, glancing at Ren who had a tight expression on his face.
“I asked you to give me a report on the whore I left for you.”
“Oh.” I nodded, my tone neutral. “We’ve all fucked her. Marked her.”
“That’s it?” He raised his brows at me. “You understand her father owes me over a hundred thousand dollars, right? That’s hardly a payment.”
“We carved our initials into her chest while she screamed for mercy,” Ren piped up. “And the three of us bit her until she bled.”
Father’s eyes glimmered.
Fucking dickhead.
“What else?” he asked.
“We chased her through the woods in the cold. She nearly froze to death,” Mass added.
Father nodded. “Have you tried any new tactics?”
I glanced at my brothers who were visibly tense.
“We’re working on something new,” Mass said, clearing his throat.
“I give you these toys to practice on for when we need information from our enemies. I also give them so you can have pleasure whenever you want it.” He was quiet for a moment before slurping down the rest of his drink and getting to his feet. “I want to see her.”
Fuck.
“Of course,” Mass said, his voice tense. “Follow me.”
We all left the room, our father walking next to Mass with me, Renzo, and Sever bringing up the rear. Sever hadn’t said shit since coming into the room. He was always like that, so it wasn’t unusual to our old man, but we knew Sever had it bad, maybe worse than the rest of us, and was going to lose it soon. Just because Sever was quiet didn’t mean he was calm. He had a way of snapping during the silence.
We got to Misery’s room and Mass unlocked the door. We stepped inside to see her tied to the bed in her t-shirt. I was grateful Mass had thought to restrain her. It looked more real this way.
Father walked over to the edge of her bed while we stood nearby, all of us tense. He stared down at her. I could see her shaking on the mattress, fear all over her pretty face. All I wanted to do was crawl on top of her and lick her tears away and shield her away from him. If she was going to fucking hurt, it was because we did it. No one else.
Father reached down and lifted a lock of her dark hair and rolled it between his fingers.
“It’s kind of them to clean you,” he commented, letting the strand of hair fall onto her shoulder. He cocked his head and studied her for a moment. She shrank away from him as he reached forward.
Sever took a step closer, and Mass was quick to grab his arm to stop him. Father’s men were just outside the door. We didn’t need Sever getting beaten within an inch of his life. Our old man wouldn’t hesitate on that shit either.
Misery let out a cry as Father reached out again and tugged her shirt up, displaying her naked body beneath.
It took everything I had to control myself from launching forward to kill his ass.
“The cuts are nice. The scars are prominent,” Father commented. “She is being fed. Why?” He looked over to Mass.
“I can’t very well get the same effect if I’m torturing someone who doesn’t have hope and knows they’ll starve to death,” Mass said in a monotone.
Father studied him for a moment before nodding and looking back to Misery.
“She is marked quite nicely. Perhaps she could use more bruising and swelling.” The room was silent as he continued to look at her before he reached out and squeezed one of her bare tits.
Sever stepped forward again, this time Renzo joining him. Mass grabbed Sever once more and I tugged on Renzo’s hand and gave a sharp shake of my head. If our father knew we gave a modicum of shit for her, he’d kill her on the spot. There wouldn’t be fuck all we could do about it either.
Just another reason why he needed to die sooner rather than later. Eventually, when she was still living in a few months, he’d want to know why. Toys didn’t get to stick around. We all knew the rules. Torture, fuck, kill. That was it. Nothing else.
Misery let out a soft sob and tried to jerk away from him, but he only got rougher with her, chuckling as she tried to twist away, her wrists visibly red from the effort as the rope dug into her skin.
“Fuck her,” Father said, releasing her and backing away suddenly.
“What?” I asked, hoping my voice was calm.
“One of you fuck her so I can watch. Do it or I will.”
I glanced at my brothers. I hated this man with every bit of me there was. They did too. The looks on their faces said it was taking all they had to hold it together.
We needed to talk to Mass again. Get him on board with taking this prick out once and for all.
Without further hesitation, I stepped forward. Father smirked at me and put his hand on my shoulder.
“I want you to beat her with your belt,” he rumbled into my ear. “If she isn’t screaming, I’ll make her. You stop when I tell you to.”
I swallowed down the fury coursing through me and undid my belt. I pulled it free from my pants and wrapped it around my hand as I stared down at a quivering Misery.
Arianna.
I couldn’t even look at my brothers. I knew she had to hurt now so she wouldn’t hurt later.
I wanted to tell her I was sorry. That I didn’t mean this. Maybe if she were just some other toy, I’d be fine with it. Not her though. Never fucking her.
She stared back up at me, those brilliant green eyes of her shimmering, her fear palpable.
Grinding my teeth, I let the belt fly.
It cracked through the silence, landing on her bare abdomen. She screamed. I struck again and again, each hit hard and fast. She thrashed beneath the pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. It took every ounce of effort I had not to vomit at what I was doing. Torturing someone never had this effect on me.
But on her?
It was killing me inside.
If I stopped before he told me to, she’d pay the ultimate price.
Fuck, I’m so sorry, Arianna. I’m sorry, baby.
She was going to hate me after this.
Her screams kept coming as I continued to hit her with the leather belt, her pale skin on fire and bright red. Blood began to seep from the wounds as her skin broke open.
Please tell me to stop. God. Please.
“Fuck her,” Father’s voice cut through the violence.
I let my belt fall from my hand and pulled my cock out. It was limp as shit. Father chuckled at that. I gave it a few strokes, trying to wake it up before shit got worse.
Finally, I was able to do it and climbed on top of her.
She’d gone still, her body bloody, red, and trembling.
She stared off into the distance as I tried to push into her pussy. She was dry as a bone. I swiped up the blood from her wounds and rubbed my cock with them before trying again. I was able to enter her easier, aware I was being watched as I did it.
I didn’t want this sick prick to watch this.
I had no choice though, so I fucked her like she didn’t matter to me. Hard. Deep. She cried out weakly. I knew it wasn’t from pleasure. She was in too much pain.
I closed my eyes and breathed out, rutting into her tight pussy as fast as I could go. I came with a shout, filling her. A groan slipped past my lips as I finished. Staring down at her, I sent up a silent prayer she’d be OK. She definitely didn’t look OK though.
I pulled out of her pussy and tucked my dick away before turning back to our old man.
He smirked at me and raised a brow.
“If she dies, call me. I’d like her body to remain intact until I arrive. Then I’ll watch you all fuck her corpse.” He turned and walked to the door and pulled it open. Four of his men met him and followed him out.
I finally broke down and turned to our broken girl on the bed, my own tears now flowing.
“Arianna,” I whispered, trying to reach for her. She flinched away from me, breaking my damn heart.
“Go,” Renzo said, shoving me away. “See to it that prick leaves.”
I nodded, my throat tight, and turned on my heel to leave.
“Fix her up,” Mass said thickly. “Sever. Stay.”
I glanced to Sever to see him at her side, a look on his face that was more than murderous.
If I had any doubts about him not joining Ren and me in killing that old prick, they were gone now.
I hoped this was enough to convince Mass.
We walked down the hall together, both of us silent for a moment.
“He needs to die,” I said softly. Fiercely. “We have to kill him?—”
“We will,” Mass growled back, a look of pure hatred on his face.
I snapped my mouth closed, relief rushing through me.
Everything was finally falling into place.
Now I just had to make her love me again.
Even if she never would, I’d be content in knowing I’d saved her from this fucking monster we called our father.
It would kill me inside to never have her want me after this, but I’d die a million times if it meant she was safe.
It was a promise I could easily make.