Page 43 of Gio's Possession
He’s justifying selling his own daughter and making it my fault that I’m being sold into sex trafficking? I hate my father more than I ever have.
“So I should have just laid on my back and opened my legs for your friends?”
“That’s exactly what you should have done, you little bitch. Everything would have been fine had you listened, but you had to run away to the thug. I had it all planned out, and all I needed was cash. I was going to win big.”
My father is obviously delusional. He’s been gambling for years and never won big. Regardless, if he’s willing to sell his child into prostitution for his own gain, he’s too far gone to rationalize.
Carla chimes in with her sarcastic words. “The family reunion is over, Wesley. Time to move on and stop crying about your whore daughter not wanting to fuck your friends for money. I’m sick of hearing it.”
“I’m sick of fucking hearing about how she stole your future and your man.” He rolls his eyes at her.
“Fuck off, you idiot. Do your fucking job, take the money, and get out of my face,” she replies.
I am watching them fight amongst themselves and hoping it buys me time. I know Gio is coming to rescue me. I just hope he can find me in time. Then I remember he told me he inserted a tracker into me. That’s how he found me when I ran away from him. As creeped out as I was when he first told me, I’m thankful now, and it gives me a tiny shred of hope. Hopefully, some of Gio’s obsessive ways will come in handy. If it saves my life, then I won’t complain about him being obsessive and overprotective ever again. I say a silent prayer, hoping he can find me before it’s too late.
That’s when Carla screeches, “What the fuck is that on your wrist?”
Lifting my wrist to look at it, I don’t know what she’s yelling about at first. Then I see the tattoo Gio put on me. His name.Giovanni.
“Get it the fuck off of her.” Her voice is a high-pitched shrill and has the same effect on my ears as someone scratching a chalkboard.
Carla is screaming as if there’s a bug on me, and she’s begging someone to get it off of me. She’s completely unhinged from seeing Gio’s name on my skin. It shouldn’t, but it gives me a sense of satisfaction that it bothers her so much. I might get the other wrist tattooed with his name if I get out of this alive.
“Great, that probably reduces what they’ll pay for the cunt. Little bitch, always ruining things,” my father adds.
My father is upset over the tattoo for a completely different reason. He’s worried about the dollar value the buyers will pay with a man’s name tattooed on me. He is really trying to win the father-of-the-year award right now.
“Wesley, get it the fuck off of her. She can’t have his name on her skin.”
“What the fuck do you want me to do, Carla?” my father asks, letting out a sigh of frustration.
“Kill her, cut her fucking arm off. I don’t care, but she will not keep his name on her skin. I am Mrs. Giovanni Martinelli, dammit,” she replies.
She has just really pissed me off with the way she’s acting, so I can’t stop myself from adding to the situation. “Well, you aren’t Mrs. Giovanni Martinelli because that’s me.” I add it with a conceited smirk on my face. I should have kept my mouth shut because this sets her off. She rears back and slaps me across my face.
My head flies back from the force of her hitting me. My lip is dripping blood down my chin. I reach up and touch the stinging place in my mouth, only to pull my hand away with blood on it.
“I’m really tired of you assholes hitting me.” I’m so fucking done with these fruit loops at this point and can’t stop the words from falling out of my mouth. How the hell are they still functioning human beings? They really are nuts. I’m pissed off at this point and can’t shut up. “Hey, dumb and dumber, can you get it together? I’m getting sick of these ridiculous games you keep playing, and why are all of those people in that container, Carla? What kind of woman sells women and children?”
She gives me a smirk, like she’s the smartest one in the room. “The smart kind that sees the bottom line in business. My father has been helping ship people for a couple of years, but we always hid it, knowing that Gio and Aldo wouldn’t do business with us had they known. Once I’m married to Gio, he will understand that it’s a necessary business decision.”
“Gio will have nothing to do with human trafficking. He despises it, and he despises you.” I know I’m pushing her buttons, but I can’t stay quiet. I won’t cower. I’ve done that with my father for years when he beat on me and verbally abused me, but no more.
“You cunt. SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Carla screams as she walks forward, swinging her hand with the gun back and striking me in the head, right along my temple. The cold metal strikes me, and a jolt of pain runs through my head and neck.
I collapse onto the ground, not completely, but I definitely see stars. The force of her hitting me and the fall has me lying with my head turned to the right side. My vision is blurry, and the pain is excruciating. I think I might be hallucinating because behind the corner of an orange shipping container, I see Gio. I look at him, and our eyes meet. He raises his finger to his lips as if to tell me to shhh…
My father is now pissed off and arguing with Carla again. They are like an old married couple bickering back and forth. The horrific headache I have and their voices are just adding to the pain. I would give anything for them to shut up right about now, but if they are fighting with each other, they will be less likely to notice Gio. I also see a couple of his men moving in closer to us. I continue to lie on the ground with my head turned so that they think I’m knocked out. Gio came to rescue me. I knew he would.
“You can’t keep leaving marks on her. We will have to give her away for free at this rate. No one wants damaged merchandise,” my father complains.
“I don’t care how she gets gone as long as she is away from Gio. You seem to forget, Wesley, that you need me more than I need you. I have money and resources. I just need to kill the bitch and be done with it. But no. You wanted to get paid, and you wanted her to suffer.”
“You fucking owe me, Carla. She is mine, and I deserve to make the money off of the sale,” Dad adds.
It shouldn’t hurt me anymore to hear him talk casually about hurting me or selling me to the highest bidder, but it does. My heart sinks. He’s my father and is supposed to love and protect me. I wish I could be as callous and cruel as they are so I don’t have to feel the pain of betrayal.
That’s when Gio walks out from behind the shipping container with his gun held on my father. “No, she’s MINE, motherfucker. She’ll always be mine, and you will never put your grubby hands on her again.”
