Page 50 of Bound in Promise
All of this shit—thanks to my brother—will be for nothing. He sealed more fates than his own with his idiocy. He’s already taken his only son down with him.
Now I’m next.
But I’ll be damned if I don’t make sure Victoria is taken care of first. I only have minutes until Angelo gets tired of this shit and starts the bidding.
“Spread her legs,” one of the fat fucks orders from his seat next to the bald asshole. “I want to see that pussy.”
Baldy and another idiot with a death wish do what he asks while Victoria flails on the table, fighting tooth and nail against her captors.
She’s trying.
My wife is trying so fucking hard not to become a victim. But Liam made her one the moment he announced their engagement. She became an irresistible target when I exchanged vows with her at the altar.
And I can’t do shit about it now.
The man that just ordered my wife’s cunt on a platter steps between the two men and reaches for her pants. He can’t get them all the way off, not with her legs spread and her body writhing in protest, but he’s determined to reveal everything he can.
With his knee, he lifts himself up against the edge of the table and that’s when I start jerking at the zip ties holding me to the chair. There’s nothing quite as motivating as the sickening feeling that I’m worthless as a man, that I have failed her completely, and that as punishment I’ll be forced to watch her be violated. Repeatedly.
Smirks and taunting smiles from the men seated at the table confirm what I already know.
They’re going to use and molest her and there’s fuck-all I can do about it.
The man climbing onto the table and fighting to strip my wife actually bends forward, putting his face near her pussy. A blood-curdling scream rips from Victoria’s chest. Her shriek sets every hair on my body on end.
With my feet, I press myself up just enough to slam the chair back into the hardwood floors. I have to break it. It’s the only option.
One of Angelo’s men shoves at my shoulder, trying to make me stop, but it’s halfhearted. He and his partner are both distracted, dialed in to what’s happening on the table. I keep slamming the chair down, over and over again, until I hear the unmistakable sound of wood splintering beneath me.
“Stop it, asshole,” the guard says, smacking my skull with the butt of his gun.
“Stop!” Victoria screeches.
I need to save her.
I need to get their filthy hands off her body.
You did this, Dante. You shouldn’t have listened to anything she said. You should’ve finished this already.
“I want to fuck her,” a male voice chimes, rising above the chaos of bodies in front of me. “See what I’d be paying for.”
“Gentlemen,” Angelo crows. “Release the girl. The bidding will now begin.”
“Not until we’ve been able to break a piece off,” another man states from deep within the throng. “Prove she’s worth it, Lombardi.”
“If you don’t think she’s worth your money, Miller, you are more than welcome to leave,” Angelo says, venom dripping from his voice.
“Feel free,” echoes a lanky man smoking a cigar. “One less man to bid against.”
No one leaves the table and Victoria is released while the men all settle in their seats. Every single pair of eyes are on her as she pulls her pants up from her knees and slides off the table to stand. I try to ignore the unmistakable tremor in her legs.
“The bidding starts at one million.”
What the fuck?
“Lombardi!” I bellow out, seething with unadulterated rage. “Don’t make me kill your friends now.”
A thick silence fills the room as the boss rounds the table, eyes pinned on me. The stupid fucker doesn’t heed my warning.
