CHAPTER 34
Her eyes are dark with dilated pupils, and her body is flushed from heat. She can barely stay upright, and she’s shaking completely—fuck!
But how? She’s not likely to take pills, and Mom wouldn’t have given her enough to put her in this state.
This has to stop.
Angelo’s gaze sets on Lana’s body; he smiles.
Fucking hell! I can’t get these fucking handcuffs off!
The son of a bitch closes the door and walks closer to Lana while I keep fighting with my restraints.
“Lana, listen to me!”
Angelo wraps his arms around her waist. Lana looks stunned but doesn’t say a thing.
Fuck!
She smiles when she sees me struggling, though it doesn’t seem like she’s even conscious about what’s happening. How the fuck did she even put these things on me?
She turns back to Angelo. His hands go straight to her hips.
“What do you want, ragnetta?” The fucker asks.
Lana opens his mouth to reply, then shuts it, looking at me for a second, confused.
“If you lay a finger on her, I swear—”
He kisses her, touching her body as if it belonged to him. Lana attempts to pull away as his thumbs brush her nipples, but he secures her wrists and presses her firmly against his body.
“Amore, please!”
None of them pays me any attention. Lana is too far gone. Angelo pushes her onto the table, yanking her thong away. Lana frowns but touches him over his trousers.
He opens her legs and rubs his hand over her pussy. “You’re soaking wet.”
Something passes through Lana’s gaze, but she ignores it, keeping her hands on Angelo and unbuttoning his trousers.
Rage grows inside me. As soon as I get these fucking handcuffs off, he’s dead. I don’t care if Lana hates me afterwards; I don’t care if I ruin everything I’ve achieved with her; this won’t go on like this. I’ve had enough of her games.
“Lana, I swear, if you don’t stop this—”
“What?” Angelo looks at me with a mocking grin. “You’re going to beat her?”
Lana knits her eyebrows. She knows there’s something wrong. She fucking knows!
I told him this was his last day here. That fucker knew, for fuck’s sake! He must’ve done something, and I just…
Fuck!
“Love makes you weak.”
He sucks a nipple into his mouth. Lana holds his head but doesn’t close her eyes. She’s looking at me, not enjoying this at all.
Why is she doing this? Just jealousy? If she were lucid, she would never have done this. She wouldn’t use Angelo, either, because she knows how it feels. She doesn’t even want him touching her.
Angelo grabs her by the hair, pulls it back, and latches onto her neck as if he were a leech. Lana can barely keep her eyes open.
I try to get a clip from my back pocket, but I can’t reach it.
“Javier!”
I call him over and over. Is he part of this too? Why doesn’t he come? Lana is practically senseless on the table! I need to break free!
“He’s unconscious,” Angelo replies in Italian.
Fucking son of a bitch. He planned everything.
Who the fuck sent him?
“Keep touching me,” she moans. “Please… it burns.”
Angelo smiles while he kisses her and plays with her body.
Lana looks at me, and terror fills her eyes, as if she’s just realised something.
I’ll kill him. I swear I will. He’ll get all the torture the Noskov fucker never had.
I finally get the clip. I get it straight and search for the keyhole in the handcuffs.
“Follow me,” Angelo says.
Lana raises her eyebrows but shakes her head.
“You thought I was going to be satisfied with only touching, you slut?”
She flinches as if he’d just struck her. I need to open these fucking things! Lana tries to shove him away, but she’s so weak, it looks like she’s patting him. Angelo grabs her wrists just as I free one of mine.
I’m about to reach for the gun in my trousers when my dad’s voice stops me.
“Keep a cool head.”
I’ll kill her if I shoot impulsively, so I just say, “Let her go,” as I work to free my other wrist.
He looks at me with a smile.
“You’d rather watch how I rape her?” he asks in Italian. “As you wish.”
My ears ring. My body boils with rage. The only thing I can focus on is that bastard standing in front of me.
He corners her at the table. Lana keeps her eyes closed, trying to fight back, but she’s too worn out. He grabs her arse and drags her closer to him.
“Blood... Dante… no. Stop!”
My heart drops. It’s the second time she says my name, and she’s not even with me. Fuck! She’s not even conscious about what she’s doing or who she’s doing it with!
“You fucking little whore,” he groans.
“Stop it!”
She throws a kick that hits him in the balls, and he slaps her because of it. That seems to wake her up, only for a second, because she’s moving so slowly, she can’t protect herself.
Finally, I get my other hand out and reach for my gun.