“She is like a sister to me.” His voice was tense, posture stiff. “She means something to me too.”
“Not enough, or you would have kept her safe.” Passing him to go back to the office, our shoulders bumped and I didn't fucking care. My brother had everything, down to his woman and his child, while I lost again.
Seemed like all I did my entire life was lose.
“You need to see this, man,” Connor said, plunging the USB into the laptop as a video started to play. “We found it in the envelope.” Bianca was lying on the floor, chained, sobbing quietly, while Alfonso ‘played’ with two other victims, who were as hopeless as she was. He laughed, he enjoyed, and he was thrilled at what he was doing.
“Crazy as fuck,” Michael muttered, his face turning green from all the details on the screen.
“Do you recognize the place?” I addressed Don, who shook his head.
“No, our mafia house doesn't own such property. It looks like a basement, and with all the crying all those poor women are doing, someone would have heard and let me know.” His voice was anger-filled as the glass in his hands shattered. “I’m going to kill him.”
“I’ll kill him first.” Then, I asked Luke, “Do you have any clues?”
“No.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Blank.”
“Bingo!” Connor shouted, and then quickly grabbed his phone, dialing Melissa. “We need you to quickly get the team to the edge of the city, near the ocean. Around four to five hours from here.” Then he hung up, rose, and clapped his hands. “I know where he’s taken her.”
And with that, all hell broke loose.
Rosa
Coughing, I emptied my stomach one more time to the floor while Alfonso slumbered on the dead girl’s neck… or what was left of it anyway. Acid burned my throat, and I desperately wanted to clean it up, but that would require me to actually open my eyes, and I couldn't do it.
Not after he pulled her teeth, fingernails, and eyes out.
Not after he bit her skin to the point of bleeding and sucked every drop. Not after he chopped her body on the table, laughing and enjoying it, and then placed her eyes in a bowl, for his collection, he said.
Sick, fucked up man.
“Rosa, Rosa. Here I thought you’d be stronger, given your past experiences.” Compared to him, Erik was a saint. Even his soft and husky tone disgusted me, bringing the nausea all over again.
The sound of metal scratching and then heavy footsteps belonging to more than one person were heard in the distance. “We’ve got company.” Without looking at him, I could already see his sadistic, satisfied smile that would haunt me for the rest of my life.
Dominic
Krasavica, just survive these hours.
The thought kept running through my mind as we sped to the location, four cars front, four cars back, and guns ready to attack.
While we did that, I desperately searched for a connection, any hint of why he would target us both at the same time. Why would he hate us so much? Because if he just wanted to kill us, then he wouldn't have used Rosa—the one person connecting me with Don—as a measure of revenge.
4 Hours Later
Rosa
The blood dripped from my nose as pain rushed through me from the blow of the man’s fist, and I had to bite my lips hard so no sound would escape.
He would get no satisfaction from his action.
“A Cosa Nostra’s princess and the pakhan’s woman,” the man proclaimed greedily. “Never thought I’d fuck one of those.” He licked his knuckles while groaning in pleasure, tasting my blood. I barely contained my gag reflex, my stomach flipping inside me. His constantly shifting eyes scanned my body and clothes, or rather, what was left of them. The glint in them at my nakedness couldn't be ignored. “I’ll enjoy tasting their little Rose.” Slowly, he started to take his clothes off, piece by piece, and his disgusting, toned skin covered in various scars, which looked more like nail scratches, came to light. He had a huge dragon tattoo, located right in the middle of his chest. It was almost a crime putting such a magnificent animal on this fucker’s skin.
His two bodyguards chuckled, their guns pointed at me, but I could see the hint of lust in their gazes. They were aroused by everything the man did—fuckers. Normal people wouldn't have worked for this sick man.
“You will regret ever touching me,” I warned with a shaky voice, trying one more time to jerk the chains off my hands, but they wouldn't budge. The granite wall behind me scratched my back to the point of bleeding, and I couldn't remember the last time I had food or clean water in my mouth. My eyelids felt heavy, and for some reason, all I wanted was to sleep and forget ever being here, even though I knew I had to be 100 percent focused on the danger in front of me. My legs were numb from the guards kicking them a few hours ago. Fear rushed through me at the idea of never walking again. “Dominic will kill you for laying a hand on me.”
The man smirked, inhaled his cigarette one more time, and threw it on the floor. “Doubtful, but by the time the precious daddy and boyfriend come, you’ll already be acquainted with my dick a few times.” He palmed his appendage and moaned in pleasure. “Yes, it will be exquisite torture for both of them. Serves them right. I became collateral damage in their war for you. Now, I’ll get the spoils.” With those words, he darted after me, and my scream of terror echoed through the basement.
