I blink, and Antonio and I both turn to stare at her.
She’s pacing slowly back and forth, calm, collected. Dead fucking serious. “I’m going to treat him like I was treated. I want him naked, humiliated. And then I’m going to fucking shoot him in the dick and watch him bleed out.”
Raising an eyebrow, I step back as she pulls the gun I left in her nightstand out of her bag. That’s a surprise.
She hands me the knife as I uncuff him then make short work cutting his t-shirt from top to bottom then cutting his shorts and underwear off him. It reminds me of Giovanna cutting off my pajama shorts and underwear last night, and I smirk.
Until the fabric falls away. Then the smirk falls off my face.
Antonio is covered in tattoos. Bright colorful tattoos all over his chest, thighs down to his ankles. Even his dick is covered in ink.
In the videos I was sent, the guy didn’t have any tattoos at all.
“Move, Tommy.” Gi levels the gun at Antonio’s dick, and I drop my chin to my chest. Fuck, I want this to happen so badly, but if he’s not the one who did it, it’s not fair to her.
“Gi, it’s not him.”
She freezes. “Fucking move, Tommy.”
I sigh. “Antonio is not the one who raped you.”
Her brow furrows as her gaze darts to me, but she keeps her aim steadily on Antonio. “How the fuck do you know that?”
Fuck, this is not how I wanted this, not how I wanted to tell her. “Baby, I need you to trust me. It’s not him.”
Her voice rises, almost panicked. “No, fuck you. I don’t trust anybody anymore. Why the fuck do you suddenly think it’s not him?”
She doesn’t trust me? The words hit me like a gut punch, and I clench my jaw. “I don’t think. I know. I will help you kill whoever did this to you, and while I wouldn’t mind seeing this fucker dead, he’s not the one who raped you.”
For a minute, none of us moves. No one speaks.
Her soft voice breaks the silence. “You’re wrong.” She cocks the gun.
Slowly, I move to her, standing next to her, getting as close as I can without touching her. I keep my voice as low as possible, trying to keep it between us. “They sent me videos. Every day. The guy who did it…he didn’t have that ink.”
Gi whips her head toward me. Holding her gaze when she’s heartbroken, staring at me in disbelief, crushes me.
“They…sent you videos? Of me being raped?”
I can’t answer.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she whispers, choked.
I move closer to her, my chest brushing her arm, dipping down so my mouth is next to her ear as she glares at Antonio over the gun. “Baby, you already lived through it once. I didn’t want you to have to go through it again.”
“I don’t remember it, though.” She won’t look at me. “And I fucking hate that you saw it.”
Her voice shakes like she’s fighting back tears. Fuck.
“You can do whatever you want with the videos, sweet girl. You don’t have to watch them.”
As if it’s too much for her to process, she focuses on Antonio, the cold steeling back into her eyes. “It still could have been him,” she snarls. “When did you get those tattoos?”
Antonio glares at her, and I step in front of her.
“Be respectful,” I growl.
He rolls his eyes. “I couldn’t have gotten this much ink in that short a period of time. I’ve been getting it for the last two years.”
