Page 17 of The Sicilian Brotherhood I

At least he’d let go of my chin. I turned away again.

“Apologize to me,” he demanded.

I could feel him getting angrier the less compliant I was.

“No,” I said, testing fate once again.

If they were going to kill me anyway, I’d rather they get it over with, not on their terms, but mine. I knew how to poke a bear like Raimondo. Upsetting him was almost too easy.

“You bitch,” he growled, raising his palm and smacking me across the face.

I cried out. He laughed.

“None of them will come up here,” Raimondo said, “You’re not the first dirty mafia slut to walk through these doors.”

He grabbed me by the throat, squeezing hard with one hand so that I could hardly breathe. My hands rushed to his and I tried to pry him off. He laughed again and reached down for his belt.

“I know just how to make you lose that attitude.”

He thrust me head down, slamming it into the pillow and he worked his belt off quickly. He threw me down so hard I was disoriented for a moment, too terrified to scream and too shaken to think of a way to fight back. Before I could come to my senses, his pants were off and the weight of his body pressed me into the bed.

I had only one urge: fight, fight back until I die or he does.

I screamed and clawed at him. He laughed and reached his hand down between my legs.

“Does this make you wet?” I asked.

“GET OFF OF ME!” I screamed.

He reached for my pants, forcing me out of them as I screamed and launching my fists at him. He was too big, too powerful, weighing me down with so much force that I couldn’t resist.

“GET OFF ME!” I cried again, praying that someone downstairs would hear me and take mercy on me.

He leaned in close to me and dragged his tongue along the length of my neck, whispering into my ear, “That’ll teach you, you little slut.”

I could feel him now, his hardness out of his pants and ready to attack the apex of my thighs. I squirmed and kicked and he used one hand to spread my legs wide, readying himself to rip my underwear off and enter me.

I shook and I cried as I felt his throbbing snake moving closer to me, but I never stopped fighting. Just as he pressed up against my entrance but before he could move inside me and complete his rape, the door to the room burst open.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET OFF HER OR I’LL SHOOT.”

Giacomo. I never thought hearing his voice would bring me relief. Embarrassed, but not afraid, Raimondo moved off of me and shoved his cock — which had quickly lost its hardness — into his pants.

Raimondo shrugged, “She came onto me, boss.”

“She was screaming you bastard,” Giacomo growled.

Raimondo glowered, “She’s a dirty little slut. I was just giving her what she wants.”

“Get out,” Giacomo said, low and dangerous, “Get out of here before I’m forced to put a bullet in your brains.”

Raimondo protested again, “She’s a slut, boss, get your head out of your ass.”

Giacomo roared, “I SAID LEAVE.”

Raimondo slipped back into his pants and slunk away without a second word, purposefully bumping into Giacomo on his way out. Once he was out of the room, Giac closed the door. I yelped and scrambled to the corner of the bed, pulling a pillow up against my body to cover myself from him.

I was nearly naked and exposed, and maybe he’d just chased Raimondo off so he could have a taste of me himself. He took a step closer to me and I sobbed again.

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