Chapter 13
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ZENA (22YRS)
Pursing my lips, I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Haunted green eyes, cupped by dark circles, easily cured by a nightly beauty routine I missed, squinted back at me. They lacked the usual sparkle my friends complimented. Blowing out a soft breath, I stepped back and let the towel I’d knotted around my wet body, fall to the floor. I ran my gaze over my reflection, from my sharp shoulders, over ample breasts, a flat stomach and down to the mound between my curvy thighs and shapely legs. My thoughts drifted to the type of women Lorenzo dated. I wondered if he preferred the buxom blondes or lean and trim. He didn’t strike me as a petite kind of guy.
The way he’d fucked my mouth, I was leaning more toward buxom babes, certain leaner woman would pass out with just an orgasm alone. Shaking my head, I reached for the undies I had to wash every evening. I was close to tearing up the sheets and wearing them as makeshift panties if I didn’t get clothes soon. Done, I reached for my purse and emptied out the contents then found myself adding a swipe of mascara, a touch of lipliner and a dab of my favorite perfume. I needed a little feminine boost if I was going to survive the Rossi brothers and keep Rayden in high spirits.
“Why the fuck do I have to babysit these two?” Remo cursed and Dario chuckled as we entered a boutique two hours later.
Lorenzo had instructed him to take us shopping for clothes and toiletries. He ordered them not to let us out of their sight and we weren’t allowed to speak to anyone. Remo hated the idea of taking us and was now bitching about it. I glanced at Rayden. After the blowjob in Lorenzo’s study yesterday, Rayden hardly said a word to me or anyone for that matter. I figured Lorenzo had picked up on his silence since there was minimal conversation at the dinner table. When Rayden asked to be excused the second he finished eating, I tried to grab his attention but he ignored me and walked off. This morning at breakfast, he greeted me with just a smile until Remo appeared and ordered us to move.
I had no idea what to say to ease his annoyance. Expecting Lorenzo to say something, I balked when he didn’t make an appearance at breakfast. That left me to try and console Rayden who was still intent on not talking.
Remo turned to face us. “You’ve got thirty minutes to get whatever shit you need or I’m coming into that fitting room to drag your asses out. Understood?” We both nodded then he glanced at Dario. “You take the boy and I’ll take her.”
“I’m not leaving her alone,” Rayden’s sudden words surprised me just as Remo grabbed my arm.
He scowled, released my arm and grabbed the front of Rayden’s shirt. “Boy, I don’t have time for your fucking shit. Lorenzo might put up with you, but he isn’t here, is he? So, quit being a pain in my fucking ass and get to it.Comprendi?” Judging by the invisible steam puffing out his flared nostrils, I half expected the man to punch Rayden. Not giving him a chance to argue, Remo let go of him, grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the women’s clothing.
Fifteen minutes later, I stood in my undies, trying on a size-too-small blouse when the two hooks at the back, tangled with my hair while I slid it over my head. Two attempts at yanking it off, had me scowling at the pain my scalp endured with the tugging. Feeling my way toward the door with the blouse stuck around my face and arms, I eased it open a little. “Hey, Claire, can you come help me, please?” I whisper-called the store assistant without looking out. As the door swung open a second later, I stepped back and turned away. “I’m stuck, can you help untangle me.”
It was only when I felt the calloused fingers on my bare skin after the hook was freed and I whipped off the blouse, did I jump and my head jerk up. “What the—”
The rest of my sentence disappeared under the clamp of a strong hand over my mouth, my widened gaze meeting beady eyes as black as midnight in the mirror. My heart pounded against my ribs like a sledgehammer to cement, and I was certain it would crack through the bone at any second.
“Fuck, you smell good, sweetheart.” I gagged at the slide of a thick moist tongue along my neck, reminding me of a drooling dog. The other hand snapped up with a knife to my throat. “Move and you die.” I shuddered at the stale breath sneer in my ear. Adrenaline surged through my veins, my skin crawling, hyperaware of the threat his obese frame pressing into my body, posed. “Squeak and you die.” The hand on my mouth dropped to my breast. I jerked against his touch and he pinched my nipple through the bra. So hard, I cried out, tears already meandering down my cheeks.
“Please. Don’t do this,” my words stuttered past my trembling lips, my heart pounding. I groaned when he slammed me against the mirror, the air rushing out of my lungs with the pain. He rolled his hips, shoving his stiff dick into my lower back.Remo.I silently cried.
“I said not a sound, bitch.” He yanked me back against his chest, glaring at my reflection, cold steel pressing into my neck. I winced scrunching my eyes shut, not caring that mascara burned through my lids. When I reopened them, he was reaching for my t-shirt and skirt. “Put it on.” He moved his hand slightly and I pulled on the clothes, my movements awkward, slow. “Let’s go.” He shoved me toward the door. “Don’t try anything,” he sneered, squeezing my ass before dropping the knife. I felt the pointed tip dig into my exposed skin between my skirt and the top.
When he opened the door, my shoulders sagged. Instead of Remo, another lanky man with shifty eyes and greasy hair in serious need of a wash stood there. Any other time and I would’ve laughed at how closely these two resembled the Laurel and Hardy duo. Only, there was nothing funny about my situation and I could hardly control the persistent shudders that shot through my body, the tears burning my cheeks. The fitting rooms were well hidden, and a quick glance up told me that either these men had done this before, or the store was empty.
He leered at me, licking his lips. “Fuck, we scored today. This one’s a keeper,” his cold words grated down my spine, filling me with dread. Regardless, I tried to ignore the way my stomach dipped heavier with each passing second, while I hoped Remo would pop out at any minute. “Let’s get her out of here. The boss is going to be thrilled. He’ll get a hefty price for this one. Fuck, I’m almost tempted to taste her myself.”
“Walk,” the fatter of the two gestured with his chin for me to move forward. I hesitated for just a beat, taking in the empty floor in a quick glance. “Now, bitch. Keep your head down and no sudden moves.” He shoved at my back and the knife dug into my flesh. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as we followed the other man between aisles until we reached the rear door.
As we stepped out, I clenched my fingers, desperation lining my stomach and filling my throat with the disgusting taste of bile. My eyes darted around, and I cringed, realizing there was no escaping these two. Unless I possessed the superior strength of Superman’s cousin, I was doomed. I had only a moment’s notice of someone approaching before the asshole in front of me dropped to the floor.
Then, it happened so fast, I forgot to take a breath as Remo appeared out of nowhere, twisted his wrist and whirled me around to stand behind him. I didn’t care that with his back to my chest he crushed me to the wall at my rear, only that he was there. Surprising as it sounded, I preferred his brand of deadly to the two assholes who nearly got away.
