Page 78 of The Last Vendetta

At the sound of the doors being opened further down the hall, I snapped to attention. While it wasn’t a commotion, the men who were drinking and snorting coke moved around. It seemed like some were leaving or expected to move out.

Another person was coming? Or leaving? I couldn’t follow all that they said, and with only partial comments given, I realized they were likely speaking on comms units in their ears.

“We’ll go get the trespasser,” one of Bernardi men said, gesturing for his fellow guards to go with him. He paused, glancing at the Romano soldiers. “I assume you’ll make sure she stays put?”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, we got it covered down here.”

After the Bernardi soldiers left to deal with whatever incident had come up with a trespasser, I lost hope. It couldn’t have been Renzo. They would’ve identified him as someone other than a “trespasser”.

When the Romano guards came into my cell, I tensed.

Screw having hope and staying calm.

I strained to breathe steadily as panic clutched me.

It was in their eyes. The naughty, greedy glint that sparked there told me enough. Their quick and sure approach promised that they were determined to share my space in here. As the leader unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, I scrambled back on the floor.

My wrists were still tied, but my mouth wasn’t gagged. I could kick with my untethered feet.

“What—” I stopped myself from asking. I knew. I wasn’t stupid. They were ganging up on me in here. Now that the Bernardi guards were gone, these Romanos wanted a sample.

“She’s gotta stay a virgin,” a second one warned as he pulled his erection out from his pants.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t fuck that tight ass,” another said as he forced me onto my hands and knees.

My heart thundered against my ribcage as I resisted. They swarmed in here so fast, all three of them eager to violate me the best they could while leaving my pussy for their Boss.

One covered my mouth with his hand as they shoved my nightgown up. My panties were ripped off next, no matter how fiercely I kicked and squirmed to get free.

They blocked off the door with the way they’d hurried in here. Bound and smaller, I was defenseless against all three of them coming at me.

“I want to fuck her first,” the tallest one said as he pushed one man aside.

I fell to the floor, unable to break my fall with my wrists bound. The aches in my knees didn’t last long. All I could feel was the utter terror of what they’d do to me. Before I could get upright on my own, the leader fisted my hair and yanked me onto my bloody knees.

“Open up, bitch.” He smacked his dick against my cheeks, and I smashed my lips tighter together. Tears leaked from my eyes. His grip on my hair was brutal, tearing at my scalp, but I would not sob. I would not open my mouth for him to violate me. The only cock I ever wanted in my mouth was Renzo’s. And if this fucker tried to force himself on me, I’d bite him. Hard.

“What’s going on in here?”

The sound of the Bernardi guard’s voice was my savior. He’d come back to the cells, scowling at the Romano men who shoved their dicks back in their pants. The man who clutched my hair tucked himself away before he turned to face the Bernardi soldier, but he didn’t release me.

“Bitch was talking back,” he explained, tugging me up higher by his hold on my hair.

I cried out at the rise, and as I lifted both hands to dig my nails into his hand, another cry reached my ears. Not mine.

But another prisoner’s.

They’d captured Uncle Dario. He must have been that trespasser the Bernardis were alerted to retrieve. With a rough shove, they dropped him to the floor near me.

“Dario?” I whispered, stunned and saddened that he was here. That they’d treat a handicapped and weakened man so brutally.

“Leave her alone,” the Bernardi guard ordered. He was older, taller, and while I didn’t recognize his face or his voice, I got the impression that he was in charge down here.

Under his command, the men filed out. It was a lucky save, but I didn’t have time to dwell on the blessing of being spared from rape.

“Uncle Dario?” I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard as I hurried over to him. My knees ached, stinging with pinpricks of pain at scrapes and also the throbbing radiation of a deeper wound. I scrambled over to him panting on the floor. As soon as I reached him, I rolled him over to his side and winced at the beating he’d received.

They’d hurt him, causing contusions to swell up and slight scrapes to line his face.

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