The projector shuts down, and this time, I let out a roar. “I’m going to kill you, you fucking cunt! How dare you betray me like this?”
The lights flicker on, and I flinch against the brightness. When I open them again, Daniella stands on the other side of the bars, decked out in her FBI regalia. The promise of vengeance shines brightly in her eyes, and I scramble backward on the bed. I will not go out like this. That bitch will not destroy me, I won’t allow her to.
Daniella turns and beckons someone closer. He’s extremely tall and well-built, his face covered by a balaclava. She turns back to me, lips pulled into a smirk. “There’s someone I would like you to meet.”
The man rips the face covering off, and I gasp, a hand coming to my chest. I pull myself off the bed, stepping forward to get a better look at him.It can’t be.The coloring is off but his face is mine. Or was when I was his age. His golden-brown hair is the opposite to my black, and his eyes … I pause, staring into them.
I’ve only known one other person to have amber-colored eyes like those. The color of a good bourbon when the sun shines through the glass. A girl I met in a bar once, long ago. I stagger back, reaching out to catch myself on the poles of the bunk bed. “You’re Meredith’s?” I ask, not expecting an answer. He nods. “Why did she not tell me?”
“Because her husband beat her to death in front of me when I was six.” He puts an arm around Daniella’s shoulder. “And now I’m here to help my sister get her revenge on the man ultimately responsible for killing my mother.”
I jump forward, clutching the bars tightly in my fists. “But, Son, we could have the world! Think of all the riches, all the power we could have if we worked together!”
He chuckles. Another man and a woman step forward, and he puts his arms around both of them. I recoil in disgust. No son of mine could be a fa—he presses his lips to both of theirs, and I gag. “I don’t need your money. I have more than I could ever spend in a lifetime. I don’t want your power. It’s tainted by death and suffering. And I don’t want you. I have a family, one I would never taint with the foulness of your presence.” He walks away, his arms still around the other two, and disappears into the shadows.
Daniella just stares at me, her arms crossed over her chest. “Well, that’s two for two!” I frown at her, not understanding. She sighs and rolls her eyes likeI’mthe idiot. “Two children, both who hate you. Great job!”
“I must have been out of my mind when I thought I wanted kids. You aren’t worth the trouble.”
She chuckles and rubs her hands together. “Well, should we get started? We have a busy day ahead of us and maybe another surprise or two in store for you.”
Cruz cracks his knuckles and opens the cell door. “Please, try something,” he hisses at me when I stand my ground. “I would love nothing more than to stomp on your head until your brains are splashed across the walls.”
I allow him to lead me out. He leads me to a surgical table and forces me up on it. His mouth pursed in disgust, he rips my shoes off, followed by my pants and boxers. I try to fight back, to kick against him, but three men step forward, aiming their guns at me.
“Oh, how rude of me,” Daniella says. “I forgot to introduce you. Your son, that’s Nate, and his wife Tessa and husband Eric. They’re the ones you hired to kill Ricardo and kidnap me.” She gestures to the three holding guns. “This is Ryan, Jase, and Kian, of the Charon Group. And you know Cruz already. The rest I’ll introduce in good time.” She leans closer, whispering, “I can’t give away all the surprises just yet!”
Cruz forces me to my hands and knees, then shackles hands and feet to the table. Humiliation tears through me, and I inwardly rage at the injustices I’m suffering. I am Vincenzo Gianelli!
Nate and Eric come back, holding a machine of some kind between them. They set it behind me, the heavy vibrations of it running through the table. Nate, Eric, and Cruz back away, and more than half of the lights go out, leaving just one or two shining above me.
Daniella disappears into the dark as a shadowy figure of a woman steps forward.
Chapter 70
Rebecca Williams
Istopjustinsidethe shadows, staring at the man that started it all. He and Tony killed my parents. Not just some quick shot in the head, oh no. They tore them to pieces. All so they could kidnap me to be one of their child sex slaves.
He looks pathetic now, chained on all fours on the surgical table. He doesn’t look like the monster that haunts my dreams.
Stepping out of the shadows, my hands behind my back, I repeat the words he said to me so many years ago. “Hello, little beauty.”
His head snaps up and he squints at me. The corner of his mouth ticks up. “Well, if this isn’t a day for your past to catch up to you. Little Charlotte Rossi.” He looks me over, his eyes predatory even as he’s chained. “I always knew you’d grow up to be a beauty.”
“Mm,” I hum as I come closer. “Now open wide, Daddy’s got a present for you.” Whipping out the twelve-inch dildo from behind my back, I press it against his mouth, but he refuses to open it. My mouth pulling up at the corner, I bring out the cattle prod I was hiding in my other hand and press it to his side. Bolts of electricity shoot into him, and when he opens his mouth to shout, I stick the dildo in.
He fights against the chains, and Trey comes forward to help me, the creepiness of his mask enough to make Vincenzo still. He places a hand on Vincenzo’s back, and I go back to my job, ramming the dildo down Vincenzo’s throat, making him gag. “That’s a good boy,” I say, casting my mind back to all those years ago. “Take my cock in that little mouth of yours, yes, just like that.” I push it further in, Vincenzo’s eyes flying wide as he chokes on it. I keep it still until his hands start flapping on the sides of the table, then let him catch a breath. “Good, you got it all nice and wet.” I pat him on the top of the head, and he spits at me. Shaking my head at him, I walk to the back end of the table. “Remember what you did to me next?”
Vincenzo starts shouting obscenities, but I ignore him. Attaching the dildo to the machine behind him, I shift it forward, pressing the tip into his ass. Backing away, I fish the remote out of my pocket and lean back against the wall to enjoy Vincenzo’s screams as the machine forces the thick dildo into his ass.
I up the speed, the machine pounding into him. “That’s a good boy!” I call out. “Your ass is so nice and tight. I bet you love Daddy’s cock in your ass.”
Vincenzo groans, hanging his head. I wish this would teach him a lesson, make him think about all the people he’s hurt. It won’t though, narcissists never admit they’re wrong. But at least I can let him feel like I did when I was a helpless ten-year-old.
I can feel Trey’s eyes on me under the mask, and I offer him a smile. The quiet rage burning inside me whispers for me to whip the knife out of my pocket and plunge it into Vincenzo’s heart. He deserves it for what he did to me.
My hands clench, and I step away, shutting the sex machine down. If I’m not careful, I’ll do just that, and I can’t rob the others of their revenge.
