Page 9 of Vicious Little Princess

“As far as Nico and the Marchettis will know, you were kidnapped by one of their numerous enemies.” He smiled sadistically. “They’ll never find you, of course. It will just be an unfortunate tragedy with the alliance still intact. In fact, they’ll have to fall in line, or Santino will blame Nico for letting you get taken on his watch.”

“That’s beyond convoluted. It won’t fly. Not with any of them.”

“Ah, but I can be very persuasive.” He strode right up to me, looking me over and clearly relishing the sight of me bound and seemingly helpless. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I’ll sort it just fine.” He grasped my jaw, making me hiss at his harsh grip. “Now, the reason you’re not already on the truck outside headed to my buyer is because they want you broken in first. They can’t accept a hellcat like you currently are.” He released me roughly. “We’re gonna take care of that right now.”

He whistled and in the next moment four men in black tracksuits wearing balaclavas walked in and made themselves known. Yeah, they definitely weren’t my father’s soldiers. They never hid their identities. They were proud to be associated with the Leone Family. Or they had been. As my research on Leone and Marchetti soldiers had begun to build a picture, I’d managed to discover that many of them weren’t as on board with things as they were portraying to the families. Something Nico and I would be working on shortly.

“You’re really going to go this far? Have me set upon by these guys of yours? All because I rejected you years ago?”

He came close again, making me tense, especially when that sick smile spread over his face again. Then he had me cringing as he drew his fingers across the tops of my breasts. “It will give me immense personal satisfaction, yes. To know that you’re being owned and utterly destroyed by my new friends here.” He had me gagging as he licked the side of my cheek. “Mmm, I would get in on the fun myself, but I have Carver to tend to.Hegets my worst tonight. Maybe tomorrow and even the day after that. His surrender will be much more satisfying than that of a weak little bitch like you.”

“No. Leave him the fuck alone, you fucking psychopath!”

He slapped me across the face, making my head snap to the side painfully, and I tasted blood on my lips from the vicious force of it.

Dumbass.

Bloodlust activated.

In a way it hadn’t been for a long time.

In a way it hadn’t been allowed to be.

Him striking me, touching me, the adrenaline tearing through my system from the four guys waiting in the wings to assault me in horrific ways, and then Angelo’s intent to have me taken to some sick bastard to have that continue forevermore, had the monster in me awakening. Knowing his intentions for Julian just took that to a whole other level.

He sneered at me, then stepped back and told his guys, “Make her your trashy little sex slave. And be fucking rough with it. She needs to hurt, to scream, to fucking bleed. And when she’s begging you for a shred of mercy, just turn up the brutality even more.” He blew me a sarcastic kiss. “Enjoy, Caterina.”

He walked out then, leaving the door wide open behind him, and the four guys drew closer to me.

As they started talking amongst themselves and eye-fucking me in the process, I heard a car starting up, then driving off.

One of the guys, whose blond hair was sticking out of his balaclava, drew a flip knife from his pocket and opened it, then approached me. “I’m Trent. I’m telling you, because I want you screaming out my name for the next few hours. Helps get me off.”

Urgh.

As he made a show of the knife for me, I finagled my fingers in the cuffs, so I had enough leverage to do what I needed to.

I was ready and in position, but I needed something to cover up what would happen the moment I went ahead with it.

The idiot gave me just that when he stepped up to me and cut through one of the straps of my white tank.

I gritted my teeth as I dislocated my right thumb at the exact same time, and he grinned, thinking that reaction was for him and what he was doing.

I did the same thing with my left thumb as he cut through the other strap.

And as the other three cheered when he shred the rest of my tank from my body, I slid my hands discreetly from the cuffs behind my back.

Instead of moving to cut through my white lace bra that was now visible and on display for them all, the sickos salivating over the sight, the guy went to reach beneath one of the cups.

“Touch me and I’ll break your fucking jaw,” I ground out.

He stilled, caught off guard by a threat coming from what seemed to them like a sure thing, a victim who was theirs for the absolute taking.

His buddies snickered, and he took a step back and cocked his head to the side. “Yeah?” he questioned, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Is that right, pretty girl?”

“That’s right,” I answered with an eerie calm that hadTrentlooking confused and his buddies eyeing one another, unsure.

Perfect.

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