Page 4 of Sin and Redemption

“This is what’s going to happen, Maximus. You are going to fuck the pretty doll. I bet you’ve been secretly lusting after a high-ranking pussy like hers. With your fucked-up family history, a cunt like hers is out of reach, right?”

I stared at him, blood pumping in a vein at my temple. From the corner of my eye, I saw Sara’s horrified expression.

“I won’t touch her,” I gritted out.

“No?” Jabba raised his bushy eyebrows. “I think you will. Or do you want Yevgeny to go first?”

I stormed toward the bars, gripped them, and tore at them like a madman. They shook in my hold. Some plaster fell, but the bars didn’t give in. Jabba took a step back. “Nobody will touch her!”

“You will,” Jabba said. “Or we will all fuck her in front of you. Or maybe we’ll just put a bullet in her head because she’s not part of our plan.”

They would fuck her either way. Unless someone saved us or I got my hands on Jabba, it was inevitable. “Yevgeny will record everything for Romero’s and Luca’s enjoyment. I hear that’s what people do nowadays. Record nasty stuff and post it everywhere.”

I pressed my lips together, rage and despair flooding my body.

I didn’t want to look at Sara. Fuck, we were doomed.

“Don’t play noble, Maximus. You’re a bad man. And bad men always want what they shouldn’t,” Jabba said.

He was right. I was one of the worst in the Famiglia, as bad as they come, but I’d never wanted Sara. I had never allowed my thoughts to go that way. I had gone after the available pussies in the clubs. Why would I set myself up for disappointment?

I took a step back from the bars, then thrust my entire weight against them again. More plaster rained down on us.

Jabba and Yevgeny pulled guns on me, but I jumped against the bars again. A shot rang out, missing Sara’s head by a couple of inches. Sara shrieked and dropped to her knees. I froze in my tracks.

“Grab a phone to record everything,” Jabba ordered Yevgeny.

“The bikers didn’t break the Famiglia when they recorded Marcella; they only fueled our rage. No matter what you record now, our rage will burn even brighter.”

“Sure, but this time, one of your own is hurting a poor Famiglia woman. That’s going to sting. I heard a story of how warlords in Africa break the moral of their enemies. They forced fathers and brothers to rape their own family. Clever, right?”

I grimaced, sickened by his words, but I didn’t say anything. Things weren’t looking good, and I knew they’d get far worse if we didn’t get help soon.

Yevgeny took out his phone and held it up, ready to begin filming.

My mind was blank. What was I supposed to do?

I had never forced a woman. I’d never understood how a guy could get off on it. I finally glanced toward Sara. She sat motionless on the ground, face ashen, eyes full of fear. Her white tights were ruined—ripped and covered in dirt and blood. Her gaze met mine, and she swallowed hard.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Time’s running out. You have exactly five minutes to fuck her, or we’ll do it and maybe cut her a little while we do. I’ve never tried blood play. Maybe it’s worth the hype.”

I took a step toward Sara. She became even more still if that was possible.

With Jabba’s, Yevgeny’s, and a third man’s keen eyes on us, I moved toward her even if it was the last thing I wanted. I memorized each face for later reference. One day, their faces would be scrunched up in agony and beg me for mercy.

I got down on my haunches right in front of Sara.

“No secret messages or whispering!” Jabba roared.

Sara stared right into my eyes, and I had a hard time not looking away. Her doe eyes killed me with their softness and fear.

“I’ll pretend,” I mouthed, hoping she understood despite her agitated state. I’d never pretend-fucked someone.

She didn’t react, and the fear in her face increased.

I tried again.

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