Page 12 of Blood for Blood

“I’ll ring you up right over here.” He scans the phone and card, and I hand him the cash before taking my bag and walking to the hotel across the street. Hopefully they have a room available for a few nights.

Closing the door to my home away from home, I make sure to slide the chain lock in place. I’m exhausted after the shit show that went down today, so I plug my new phone in and grab a quick shower. As I’m standing under the hot water, I sink to the floor pulling my knees against my chest, not even bothering to try and stop the tears from flowing. My heart feels like it’s splitting in two. I feel like a giant bag of dicks for leaving Aurora like that.

Hopefully she can forgive me, but I couldn’t listen to Mateo for another second. His words have doubt stirring inside me. What if it really is my fault? My vision starts to blur, a usual indicator that a flashback is about to kick my ass; without anyone here to bring me out of it, I have no choice but to let the memories flood.

I’m startled awake by the sound of the door slamming shut. I quickly grab the thumbtack from the wall and get on my knees beside the bed. When I see the tennis shoes in front of me, relief washes over me. I’m always happy to see anything other than the disgusting black and gold dress shoes that Mathias wears.

Holding out the thumbtack, I keep my head down but spread my legs apart. Aldo laughs as he kneels in front of me, taking the tack from my fingers. He runs his fingers along the inside of my thigh before stabbing the tack in and pulling up on it. “There’s number eight.” He pulls his hand away from me. “Put it back where it belongs.”

I pull the tack from my leg and shove it back into the wall before adjusting myself on the floor again. “Open that dirty little mouth.” He commands. Immediately, I obey. Cut number eight means that it’s been eight days that I’ve been locked in this room. Eight days since I stabbed Mathias in the thigh to escape this hell. I almost got away, but Aldo grabbed me at the last second and brought me back to Mathias. That’s when he instructed the guys that every day someone needs to ‘take care of me’ and make sure to mark me.

“Stick out your tongue.” Rubbing the tip of his dick across my bottom lip, he smirks and slides his dick down my throat, making me gag.

“Aldo, are you in there?” Another man shouts from outside the door.

“Yeah. A little fucking busy.” He turns to yell back. I catch a glimpse of the gun in his waistband.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I focus on making a plan while he continues assaulting my throat. I just need him to put his head back for a few seconds. I force my eyes open to look up at him. Putting my hand on his hip, so it’s closer to where I need it to be, I swirl my tongue around him and his head falls back with a moan.

Seeing my opening, I quickly grab the gun at the same exact time I bite his dick as hard as I can. He pulls his hips back, screaming in pain, not taking his eyes off his useless dick. His blood runs down my chin as I slide the safety off and aim at his head, squeezing the trigger.

Making my way to the door, I hear someone on the other side. It’s probably James, he’s usually the one that comes down with Aldo. Slowly, I crack the door open and aim the gun before he notices me. When his eyes meet mine, I squeeze the trigger and he drops to the floor.

Trying to move quietly through this maze is difficult. Every time I hear a noise, I start to panic a little bit. After what seems like an eternity, I finally reach the front door. Glancing behind me for a split second, I swing the door open to be greeted by at least a dozen men.

“Put the gun down, Evaluna,” Mathias smiles at me. “There’s no need to get yourself killed today.”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” I spit, pulling the gun up and aiming at his face. I pull the trigger just as a huge arm wraps around my waist and a cloth covers my face. I recognize the tattoos on his arm immediately; it’s Dominic. He’s the most gentle of the men that Mathias sends to ‘take care of me,’ but I think he’s actually in love with me, which makes him almost as bad as Mathias.

Kicking my feet out, I try to fight him, but it feels like I’m trying to dance in a pool of slime. Everything is getting more difficult, and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.

Chapter 9

Lorenzo

I’ve been sitting outside Luna’s hotel for almost an hour now debating whether or not I should go in. I’ve got a terrible feeling that something is wrong, but I’m not sure if it’s a Rory issue, or Luna issue. My phone rings next to me, pulling me out of my head.

“How is she?” I ask, bringing my phone to my ear.

“Hello to you, too.” Mateo grumbles. “She’s awake but still groggy. She was definitely drugged. I called Drew to try and get information from Rae. He said he’ll give me a call back once he talks to her about it.”

“Ok.” I pinch the bridge of my nose and squeeze my eyes shut. “Luna is at a hotel, I’m about to go in now.”

“Which hotel?” He asks.

“I’ll call you back after I talk to her. I love you, Mateo.” I’m a hundred percent sure that he’s going to be even more pissed off that I hung up on him, but I can’t seem to give a shit right now.

Walking up to the lady at the front desk, I pull a picture of Luna up on my phone and show it to her. “Have you seen this woman come in?”

“Yeah, she checked in a couple hours ago. Her face is bruised, but it’s her.”

“What?” My phone hits the counter in front of me. “What do you mean her fucking face is bruised?”

“Look, I don’t know what happened, she came in and asked for a room for three days.”

“Which room is she in?” I question, growing annoyed.

“I’m going to have to call her and get her permission to give you that information.” She grabs the office phone and presses six-eight-two. A minute later, she places the phone back down, “I’m sorry, she didn’t answer, I can’t give you that information.”

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