Page 46 of Leave Me (Touch of Death 2)
“Lina, no! Don’t!” Gabi cries. She doesn’t understand, though.
This is all a game to Enrique. He has to win because if he loses, she dies. This is how he works. My being on my knees is the only thing that might save her life. I swallow slowly and glance up once more. Only he isn’t looking at me; he’s looking at Gabi. A smirk pulls at his lips, and I hate him. So much.
“You, sick fuck!” she shouts at him. “Is that what gets you off, raping girls?” I hear her spit, followed by footsteps and a pained grunt.
The footsteps retreat once more, and then there’s just silence.
Tears prickle the backs of my eyes, but I fight them back. I sense Enrique’s attention and his impatience, so I lean forward, my stomach churning harder and harder. And then, I put his dick in my mouth. Because I have no other choice.
“See how pliant she is for me, Gabriella?” He says on a groan. “She’ll do anything I ask, and your father’s business will be mine.” His fingers grip my hair. “All because you thought you were clever.”
Shame gnaws away at me until I feel less than worthless.
What starts out tentative and forced soon becomes a brutal fucking of my face as he takes over. I gag as tears stream over my cheeks. He uses me until a low groan slips from his lips and warm, salty liquid hits the back of my throat. I gag three times before I manage to swallow it because I instinctively know that if I don’t, either Gabi or I will pay for it.
I slump to the floor, and he steps back, zipping his pants and buckling his belt.
“As you can see, Gabriella, Adelina is very willing.” He steps past me, and I want to look at her, but I can’t.
Disgust and shame crawl over my skin like flesh-eating maggots. I feel violated and soiled in a way that seems to stain my very soul. I’ll never be clean of it.
He grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet, making me stumble. He grips my chin, forcing me to face Gabi. I slam my eyes closed, unable to look at her, to see the bitter disappointment on her face. Tears continue to track down my cheeks, and I’m not strong enough to hide them. “Adelina’s loyalty is to me. Yours should be to her.”
“Please let her go,” I beg on a trembling breath.
He releases me. “You may leave, Adelina.”
My feet remain rooted, my eyes still closed as I’m torn in two. I don’t want to leave her. I don’t want her to see me. “Don’t hurt her.”
“You may leave!” he shouts.
I turn, only opening my eyes when my back is to my sister. I hate myself for practically running up the cold steps. But that’s the pattern of my life now. Fear and disgust are my constant companions in this place. As soon as I get to the pantry, a choked sob breaks past my lips.
I nearly run up the stairs to my room and rush to the bathroom. I get to the toilet just in time to throw up.
My body is trying to purge itself of a taint that will never leave. I know this is only the beginning. How far will I have to fall for revenge?
I think further than I was ever prepared for.
The bigger question is, who will I be when this is all said and done?
11
Sasha
“They have Gabriella!” Lorenzo slams his palms on the dining table while shoving to his feet. The older man’s face has turned a curious shade of red, and I can see a vein at his temple throbbing.
I clasp my hands together on the table in front of me, contemplating the situation.
Lorenzo sends her a pointed glare. “You tell that fucking Italian that he needs to get her back!” He aims that request at Una, and I follow his gaze to where she lingers against the far wall.
She folds her arms over her chest and arches a single brow. “Your men must have slipped up.”
“We did not slip up.”
She kicks off the wall and strides over to him, squaring up to the much larger man. She jabs him in the chest with her finger, and I cover my face on a groan. “No? Well then, how do you suppose that just two days after you took his shipment, Enrique has Gabriella? He knows. And if he knows, then you cocked up.”
I lower my hand and blow a long breath through my lips.
He takes a step toward her, and I instinctively get ready to move between them, even though I know Una can more than handle herself. “We took his shipment,” he growls. “Nero Verdi agreed to an alliance. Yet he hasn’t even left New York; instead, he sends his Russians,” he sneers, though his hostility isn’t foreign to us.
