Page 152 of The Devil's Fire

“Then let go of me.” I hissed out. He released me but remained up in my face to watch me. My heart was about to burst out of my chest, and I was trying my best to keep calm, but it was so fucking hard.

I slowly untucked my shirt from my jeans. Right now, I couldn’t be happier with the outfit I wore and not a dress; even happier when I felt I had my pen tucked in my back pocket.

I grabbed the pen and looked anywhere I could try to stab him hard enough to cause damage to run away.

“Hurry up!” He loosely waved the gun around, and I acted without thinking. I swung my arm out and pushed the gun away from his hand, making him drop the gun to the floor with a loud clang.

“You little–” He hissed out between his clenched teeth and lunged after me.

My eyes shot open wide and backed away when he came at me. I gripped the pen tightly in my hand and aimed right for his eye when he was close enough.

“Fucking bitch!” He screamed with his hands up to his face while stumbling back.

“Laila, run!” I yelled, and she made a run for it with me behind her. Only one of us had to make it out for help to get here.

A sharp, agonized cry tore from my lips as my hair was cruelly yanked, wrenching me to the ground. My groan was silenced when the back of my head collided with the floor. Before I could recover, he grabbed me, hoisted me up, and forced me onto the couch with a brutal shove.

“Look what you’ve done, you little slut! You should have minded your own business! But no, you wanted to play the hero.” He let out a sadistic laugh with one eye open. He was on top of me, his lower body on my legs while he held my arms down.

My breath came fast and heavy as I tried to get out of his iron grip, but every time I moved, he added more of his weight, almost crushing me. It made me panic in fear that he would crush my stomach.

“I fucking bought her! She is my little toy to fuck, and you let her run!”

“You deserve to rot in hell.” I sneered, but it seemed he only took pleasure from the words. He had the scariest smile on his lips and leaned closer to my face.

“And I will bring you with me for making my possession escape.” He malevolently laughed. “You will replace her and succumb to my needs. You will call me Master as I fuck you and tear you apart.” His tone was cruel and so sadistic.

I looked at him with disgust. So much I spat at him right in the face.

My head whipped to the other side with a searing bolt of pain on the entire right side of my face. I struggled to focus, trying to blink away the dizziness. I snapped back to reality when I felt him tear my shirt open.

“Get off me!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, thrashing around to break free. My voice was silenced when he stuffed my mouth with a piece of clothing. He forcibly pulled down my bra and his hand roughly grabbed my breast. Tears ran down the side of my face as I tried to fight.

But he was too heavy and too strong.

“You look so breakable.” He fucking moaned. “I can’t wait to break you, my Crystal.”

I froze and stopped breathing when I felt him trying to unbutton my jeans.

No… Please, no.

My throat tightened, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to witness what was about to happen to me.

The weight on top of me suddenly disappeared. I lost my balance and fell to the floor. I spat out the piece of clothing as I shakily got up on my hands and knees, gasping for air.

“No!” I flinched when a pair of hands grabbed me.

“It’s me.” I relaxed when I saw it was Giovanni.

He had a frown on his face as he looked at me, but he quickly looked away as he took off his jacket and gave it to me. I looked down and immediately tried to cover myself. He had completely exposed me.

I slipped my arms into the jacket and pulled it around me tightly to make sure I was covered. The sound of shouting, groans, and hissing made me look.

Only to see Damiano furiously punching the man’s now bloodied face.

“I. Will. Fucking. Kill. You!” Damiano sneered out with each powerful punch. I heard bones crack as he made his face completely unrecognizable.

“Don’t look.” Giovanni pulled me into his chest and covered my ears. I jumped when I heard multiple gunshots echoing in the room.

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