Page 12 of Sweet Misery

“S-Sever?” she called out in her sweet voice.

“Hey, darling star,” I whispered back, using the nickname I’d given her long ago.

Her bottom lip trembled, her tears leaking down her face.

“Sever. P-Please… help me.”

I swallowed down any feeling that tried to surface before I stepped back.

“Don’t go. Don’t leave me,” she choked out.

“I remember those words,” I whispered. “That feeling.”

“Sever…Please…” her voice cracked. She sounded like shit. She’d clearly been beaten. Broken.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I returned to her side and opened the bottle of water I’d brought with me. She had to be dying of thirst.

I studied her for a moment, battling out my hatred and old feelings I loathed more than my old man.

Finally, I lifted the bottle of water and poured it over her face. She choked and garbled on it, thrashing as I emptied it on her.

When it was empty, I tossed it aside, watching as she sobbed softly, completely soaked.

I cradled her face with my hand.

“You looked thirsty,” I whispered.

She continued to weep, her face and chest soaked. I forced myself to step away from her, knowing if I stayed, I’d do something else.

What that something else was unknown, but if I had to guess, it would be way too fucking dangerous.

I let my hand fall away and stepped back, taking in the way her chest heaved beneath her wet clothes, and the way her breasts pushed against the thin fabric, her nipples hard from the cold water.

Quickly, I turned on my heel and left the room only to run into Massimo.

“That was uncalled for, don’t you think?” he asked as I closed the door behind me. Judging by the look on his face, he’d seen what I’d done. That meant he had a camera on her in there. It was typical. We did it to all the women.

I grunted and didn’t say shit.

“I know she was your little girlfriend when you were younger. Now she’s our captive. Our prisoner. Is that going to be a problem, little brother?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Because we’re going to fuck her. In fact, I’ll fuck her first.”

I balled my hands into tight fists at his words. Mass didn’t like to admit it, but he was just as twisted as our piece of shit father sometimes.

“Are you OK with that?” He stared me in the eyes.

I swallowed thickly. “I don’t fucking care.”

He smirked and let out a soft huff of laughter. “We’ll bring her out tomorrow and play. Get a good night’s sleep. May as wellget our money’s worth.” And with that, he walked away, leaving me standing at her door.

I knew my brothers well enough to know Arianna wouldn’t last long with them.

What was worse, I knew me.

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