Chapter Twenty- Five
Olivia
I t’s been a few hours since I watched Maxwell arrive home alone. Not much movement has happened at the house since and I’m starting to get sleepy as the sun goes down and darkness takes over my surroundings.
Wrapping a blanket I found in the dumpster around me, I try to keep my body warm.
BANG.
I hear something loud from the start of the alley and I jump back trying to hide myself.
“Seems like there’s a little mouse trying to hide from us,” a deep male voice says.
My eyes shut then open as I wince, I know that voice.
Dante.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” he says, and a few men laugh behind him.
One man hits a trash can, and I jump as it falls over to the ground.
“I think we found a plaything, men,” Dante says, getting closer to me.
I realize then my head is sticking out from the trash can and he sees right where I am. A pain courses through me as someone grabs a hand full of my hair and pulls me to my feet. Panic leaves my lungs and my screams take over.
“Well, well. Aren’t you a pretty thing,” he says, and I smell the alcohol oozing out of his pores.
He pulls me harder as I try to fight. One man kicks my feet out from under me and I fall to the ground. The streetlight hits my face at the right time and all of them freeze.
“Wait boys,” “Dante exclaims, “This one looks familiar.”
He bends down closer to my face and then his eyes widen. “Olivia?” Dante says, shocked. “You look so beautiful. When did you get the nose ring?” he asks, flicking it.
I jump at the pain that sears through me because it is not healed yet.
“Your father has been looking everywhere for you.”
Highly doubt that.
“He won’t be too happy about your hair though. It is too short to pull now.” He smirks and the men around him chuckle.
“How about we have some dinner boys,” he growls and the other men hoop and holler. “Once we are done, we can take her to Ashton, and he will be happy.”
I kick and scream, but one of the guys grabs my arms and another grabs my legs, spreading them open wide. Dante walks over to my legs and sniffs, “Whew honey. You smell fantastic.”
I think I’m going to barf because, what the fuck? I haven’t showered in days.
He kneels in front of my legs and starts to unbutton my pants. My screams soar through the alley making one of the guys take his shirt off and gag me with it. Tears start flowing down my eyes.
I should have never run away.
“I’ll have my turn first, then you men can draw straws to see who’s next,” Dante tells the men before sliding my pants down.
Tears rush down my cheek while I try my damndest to kick the son of the bitch.
A car door slams, getting everyone’s attention and suddenly, all the men stand up.
“Step away from her,” the familiar voice says, and I start crying happy tears.
“How about no?” Dante tests him.
BANG.
A shot fires making me jump and one man falls to the ground dead. Blood rushing out of his skull and soaking my feet.
“Who’s next?” the familiar voice says again.
“Ricci,” Dante says, holding his hands up, “We just wanted to bring Olivia back to her father.”
The tears that now flood my face are tears of relief.
“She will not be going anywhere other than in my car,” he tells Dante.
“Now, you know I can’t do that,” Dante says with slurred words.
BANG.
Another man drops dead at my side. His glazed eyes stare into me while vomit rides up the back of my throat.
“Alright, alright,” Dante yells, holding his hands up, “For fuck’s sake, stop shooting my men.”
“You were going to rape an innocent woman. I should put a bullet in you too,” Hayes says, finally coming into view and placing the head of his gun onto Dante’s forehead.
Dante shakes in fear. “Now, Hayes. Can’t we just talk about this?”
“Tell you what. Run back to your master like the little bitch you are, and I’ll take Olivia with me. Step foot near my men, my home, my businesses, or her again and I’ll make sure your blood is spilling from your body. Is that clear?”
Dante trembles, “Ye-Yes,” and runs off with the other men he has spared.
Once they are all out of sight, Hayes turns to me, slowly raising my pants up and buttoning them for me. I spit the t-shirt gag out of my mouth and I wrap my arms around him, hugging him tight.
“Thank you!” I cry into his chest.
“Shhh, little doe. Let’s go home.” He scoops me up, holding me tight while Alan opens the car door for us.