I see Olivia moving up on stage some more, wiggling like she is trying to get out of Tony’s grip, and then another big man in a tux, just like the other security personnel—if you can even call them that—grabs Olivia’s wrist to put handcuffs on her. He bends down and whispers something into her ear. She turns to look at him and then at Tony, who hasn't stopped glaring at her.
They get Olivia to the center of the stage, the light shining directly on her. Even as terrified as I know she is, she still looks absolutely beautiful up there. I fucking hate that the circumstances are shitty because I just want to devour her with my eyes!
“Well, Ladies and Gentlemen. That was a bit dramatic. I apologize for that. This here is Olivia. Not only can you tell that she is a fiery redhead, but she is also a dear Irish Mafia Princess. Her family is the O’Connor family in New York; they hold the biggest gun trading on the East Coast.” Grandpappy says.
Wait a fucking minute! Mafia Princess? What the fuck am I missing?
“Did you know she was a part of the mafia?” I whisper to Alex. He slowly nods his head. The anger was rising in me. I turn to face him now. “You knew, and you didn’t tell me? What the fuck, Alex!” My voice raised just a smidge more, but not enough for anyone else to hear me.
“Rachel, stop. We can talk about this later.” His words are like nails on a chalkboard to me. Fucker telling me to stop.
“Don’t you fucking…” My anger outburst was cut off by fucking Grandpappy talking about my woman.
“She sits five feet five inches tall and is a solid one hundred and twenty pounds, not an ounce of fat on this woman, ladies and gentlemen. She works for the San Diego Police Department. So, as you can see, our little mafia princess is straddling both sides of the law. Imagine what else she could be straddling.” He says with a chuckle, and the whole room chuckles and murmurs their agreement to his stupid comment. My molars are grinding in the back of my mouth, and I will be surprised if I don’t chip a tooth. My fucking whole body is so taught, I am like a bow string ready to release this anger.
“I can’t wait until they strip her,” one of the people behind me says, and I am seeing black. I feel Alex’s hand wrap around my waist and tighten his grip just to keep me put. He can sense the rage within me.
I can’t ruin the plan.
I can’t ruin the plan.
I can’t ruin the plan.
I keep chanting in my head so I will hopefully calm down. Fun fact for the day—it’s not helping.
“Ok, now for the good parts.” Ugh, his voice buzzing in my ears, sharp and relentless, like a swarm of angry wasps.
Grandpappy grabs Olivia by the arm and spins her around, making her face Tony. I see her knee make contact with his balls. He didn't even fucking flinch. Does he even have balls?
Grandpappy grabs the bottom of Olivia’s dress and tries to pull it up, not bothering with the zipper in the back of the beautiful gown. When it stops mid-thigh, you can see him lean towards Olivia’s ear and whisper something. When Grandpappy stands back up, Tony reaches for his belt, grabs the knife that was holstered, and points it toward Olivia. He grabs the top of her dress and starts to cut down the center between her breasts! I swear to fucking god, he better not cut her perfect breasts, or I’m going to skin him alive! I will make it the slowest and most painful death anyone has seen.
I see blood trickling down Olivia’s wrists, and she yells out, “No! Stop!” She starts to move so they can't cut the dress. Rage now takes over in Grandpappy and Tony’s eyes. When they get a glimpse of what is going on, I see the cut from Olivia’s sternum to her stomach. White, hot boiling rage runs through my veins.
They fucking cut her. He marked my beautiful woman’s body with a knife.
“Look what you did, you fucking stupid girl!” Grandpappy growls in her face and then slaps her across the face. Every time they hit her or mark her, that is another stab wound I will happily inflict on them, causing him the most pain but not enough to kill him quickly.
I look back up just in time to see my girl turn and spit in his face! Blood and spit traced a slow, glistening path down his cheek. He wipes the liquid off his face, and the smile on his face turns pure evil. He grabs the two halves of her dress, rips it entirely in half, and throws it to the side. Now, Olivia stands there in nothing but sparkly jewelry and black heels.
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, the last of the viewing before we start the bidding.” It breaks my heart to look at Olivia nude in front of all of these people. I want to rip out everyone's eyeballs just for looking at her.
Tony pushes Olivia down so she bends at the waist and kicks her legs open so that everyone can have a perfect look at her pussy and ass. That beautiful body that belongs to me is on full display for the whole world to see.
Comments are coming from all around the room about her, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have to not freak the fuck out and make a blood bath of this ballroom.
“Look at that pussy. It looks tight as fuck.”
“She is a brat that I would like to get hold of.”
“I wonder what all she has done with her tight ass.”
Tony lifted her back up and turned her around to show everyone her front. You can see the long cut on her breasts from when she tried to fight Tony, and now that I have seen it with my own two eyes, I will skin Tony alive!
“She has some nice tits!” A blonde girl says in front.
“Can we start the bidding already?” The guy behind me says. He has had a comment for everything tonight. If I didn’t have my eyes set on killing Tony, that guy would be dead.
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, we will start the bidding at thirty-five thousand dollars. Do I hear someone for thirty-five?”Grandpappy starts the bidding.
