7
Truths that hurt
I looked with disgust at the man who was undressing in front of me.
No matter how drugged and tied up I was, my stomach churned at the thought of him touching me. I knew it was part of the plan, that whether I liked it or not, I had to submit, and yet, I couldn’t calm my insides.
I had been away from everything and everyone for a week, except for my brother. We retreated to his summer house, located on the island of Menorca, in the exclusive area of Sa Farola in Ciutadella. I needed time to think, to recover, to adjust to new circumstances, and to tip the scales. He was my favorite brother, my partner in adventures and in childhood! And now I perceived him almost as a stranger, when in fact he had always been in my mind and in my heart.
My brother had acted wrongly, and so had my father. Or at least it seemed so to me. Perhaps if I had been Yuri instead of Nikita, I would see it differently. It's always said that there is no absolute truth or only one prism through which to view things. Therefore, I couldn't judge him so harshly.
M.F. Moonzajer said that loyalty was staying by someone's side even if their actions were against your will.
My brother's actions had been against mine, until now.
We were raised to be loyal to the Bratva, above all, even family, and that stung when you fell into a kind of parallel universe where the Italians lived and died by and for it.
From the Bratva, you never leave, or at least, not alive. It had always been that way. I never considered leaving, or having another life; the mafia was mine.
The problem I faced was that my mind had become clouded, the result of emotions I didn’t know where the hell they came from.
Despite the many promises I had received from my brother, despite him now having confessed the whole strategy and his future plans, I still felt left out and didn't know if I would be able to find my place in this new reality.
Yuri had returned to reclaim his place and was offering me an empire to rule. The dream of any mafia princess, even more so, because in my world, women were only good for raising future Vors, for nothing more.
I had in front of me what I always wanted. So, why was I so fucked up and deep down, why did everything still seem wrong?
It was because of Romeo, the damn Romeo. He had made me see and feel things I wasn't ready for. Maybe I never would be. Now, I had a throbbing void in my heart that pushed me to question my own beliefs.
I clenched my eyes and lips.
If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that I was not a damn coward; I couldn't hide from myself or from the present.
Insecurity, walking on the razor's edge knowing I could get cut, never sparked fear in me; on the contrary, it was the fuel for my engine, the injection of courage I needed every day to keep moving forward, and now I was faltering.
I forced myself to mentally review what had led me to that room.
I had been sold to a pimp who had dealings with Cheng.
The damned fake waitress, alias "Fish Food," had negotiated my sale, along with other women, to work at the club.
The premise was clear. As soon as I was inside, they would tip off Romeo through one of the workers, hoping my husband would rush to rescue his beloved wife.
To make the situation believable, they had drugged me like all the others. Considering they saw me as a woman with murderous impulses, it was the most coherent thing to do.
If it hadn't been for that, right now, I'd be trying to kill that pig who was masturbating to get hard enough to fuck me with dignity.
The Hot Dolls Club was on the outskirts of Seville.
It wasn't one of those places with lights in the middle of the road. It was located in a high-end development away from prying eyes. From the outside, it looked like the mansion of some nouveau-riche builder. Inside, it was a brothel, where everyone who entered paid a hefty sum without even getting intimate with the girls.
The best-paid nights were the debut nights. VIP clients had the honor of seeing the new girls and bidding for their "inauguration." I was the grand prize for that type of guy who reminded me of a piglet in the oven before being roasted; pink, with a squashed nose and sweaty.
There was a possibility that my husband might not arrive in time.
Yuri hadn't lied about that. If it happened and I had to endure, it would be a small sacrifice for the cause. "The end justifies the means." We were fed this from a young age. And for him, being married to a Capuleto was far worse than enduring that pervert while drugged.
"Just a little longer, gorgeous, you're the hottest woman I've ever laid, didn't plan on spending so much tonight, but I deserve this treat," he asserted, moving his hand up and down.
That bastard didn't care that I didn't even know where north was. He only saw my body and a hole to fill.
My eyelids fluttered open and closed, offering me fragments of the scene. The room was lit by red LEDs that made me think of blood and death.
I wished they had offered me a shot of scopolamine instead of an opiate, at least then I wouldn't have been aware of anything.
Something cold fell between my legs. I wanted to close them, but the bindings prevented me.
"That’s right, nicely lubricated, so it goes in like silk. Your pussy is shining, gorgeous. You want me so much..." ?Dead! That’s how I want you, ? my brain roared.
His words turned my stomach. It was lucky they had tied me up because I would have resisted for sure.
The mattress of the round bed gave way. The satin sheets felt like pins against my skin.
I saw our reflection in the mirror on the ceiling, and watching his hairy back, I felt nauseous.
"Think it's Romeo, Nikita, close your eyes and imagine it's him growling on top of you."
His hands caressed my thighs to spread them a little more. He trailed a line of kisses down my stomach while panting from the effort.
The hand movement didn't stop.
The moment of truth was approaching, and my eyes moistened. I couldn't, I just couldn’t!
I had never been with a man against my will. Now I understood that perhaps my father wasn’t so wrong and without a proper motive, I wouldn't have been able to. Yuri's words about how I wouldn't have been able to feign naturally stabbed me like stakes.
Yet, I still felt used. I doubted that feeling would ever go away.
The softened lips had reached my mons pubis. He stood up and took a couple of steps on the mattress to bring his dick closer to its target. He slid a hand under my waist to reposition me and penetrate me comfortably.
I clenched my eyes tighter, swallowed, and just as I felt the touch, the door burst open.
The man roared.
"Don't disturb, damn it! This room is occupied! Didn't you see the red light?" the pig shouted.
"You'll be seeing red lights if you don't stop touching my wife, but it'll be the ambulance lights from the shot I’m about to plant in your balls."
I almost smiled upon hearing R’s voice, which was music to my ears. It was one of the most beautiful things anyone had ever done for me.
"Hey, hey, calm down, man, this isn't your wife, she's a whore. I won her at the auction and paid a ton of dough to be the first to try this hot little pussy. If you want a go, wait your turn."
The frames showed me a splendid Romeo. His anger was so intense that if I hadn't been drugged, it surely would have turned me on.
He approached the pig, yanked his hair violently, and shoved the gun barrel into his mouth to drag him off the bed.
"Wrong answer, asshole. Nobody touches what's mine."
He lowered the gun to the groin and fired.
The shot was glorious to me, and the pig's screams too.
Someone else stormed into the room, maybe the owner of the business, I don't know.
All I could hear were my husband's sweet words assuring me everything would be okay, that he was here now, that he had come for me, and that he would never leave me again.
He untied my hands and feet, took off his jacket, and wrapped it around me.
For a second, I lost myself in his scent and smiled. He lifted me into the warmth of his arms, and unlike when Yuri hugged me, I felt at home.
The drug was taking its toll on me, and on my heart too.