Page 45 of Broken Innocence
I swear Fabian is trying to destroy every stress relief tactic I know. First, essential oils like eucalyptus. Then, those ASMR videos. And now spas.
Luca’s palm cups the back of my head as Fabian rants about their father and his preference for his eldest son. My jaw aches from being kept so wide for so long, but I don’t dare release Luca. I don’t want to push Fabian into the next phase of his plan.
“You’re doing so well,carissima.” His low tone forms a comforting bubble around me, settling some of my nerves. He’s talking about more than my blowjob skills, because it’s a miracle I’m not hyperventilating.
After being kidnapped.
Again.
The only silver lining this time is Luca’s presence. But we’re still screwed.Literally.Because Fabian, the sick bastard, wants us to film a porno before shipping me off to another twisted pervert who purchases women against their will.
Bile rises in the back of my throat.
I’m going to throw up.
No, you can’t.
I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.
God, I should’ve stuck to my old mantra. My life might have been boring, but I’d been safe.
And alone.
Would you really want to trade away the moments you’ve had with Luca?
My mind doesn’t have time to formulate a reply before the door atop the staircase crashes open, causing me to lurch backward with a choking cough, leaving Luca’s wet cock to bob in the air.
“What’s the meaning of this? What the hell are you doing, Fabian?” Enzo’s booming voice reverberates through the room. He and three soldiers file down the steps and process the scene before them. Considering Fabian’s feelings toward his father, I’m not sure if Enzo’s arrival is a good or bad thing, but at least it’s taken Fabian’s attention off us.
Luca tucks himself back into his slacks and helps me to my feet, sliding me protectively behind his hulking frame. I swipe at my swollen lips and swallow the lump of terror in my throat. Enzo and three men versus Fabian and his contingent of thugs aren’t good odds.
“Ah, Father, nice of you to join us.” Fabian pins a hateful glare on his dad as his men move to create a wall of weaponry between the two men. Thankfully, Luca and I are forgotten for the time being, something my husband seems keenly aware of as he slowly backs us to the opposite side of the room, the massage bed creating a measly barrier.
“I received an interesting call from Petrov. He thought there might be trouble between you and Luca. It looks like he was right.”
Relief pours through me. Dmitri got my short message and sent Enzo to help. That must mean Blackthorn and the rest of the Blackchapel Bastards are on their way, too. We’ll be saved as long as we stay alive long enough. A slim possibility with all the guns held aloft in the room.
“Of course, you decided to ride to the rescue for dear Luca, the prodigal son,” Fabian snaps. “He’s not the next don. I am. Your legitimate heir.”
“Yet he’s twice the man you’ll ever be,” Enzo counters.
Shoot…Shit. He shouldnotbe baiting Fabian. The man is already on edge.
“Fuck you!” The blast of a gun ignites a powder keg of violence as Enzo flinches then crumples from a bullet to his chest. A sprayof red mists the air where he stood, and a scream explodes from my lips.
Strong hands haul me to the floor as Luca blankets me with his body. His sturdy frame crushes me to the marble tile. “Stay down, Butterfly. I’ll die before I let something happen to you.”
That’s what I fear.
I don’t want to lose Luca. I don’t want him sacrificing himself for me. Because I love the overprotective man.
I love my husband.
Shouts of “FBI!” storm into focus, distracting me from the soul-deep realization.
FBI?
“FBI! Lower your weapons now!” A swat team sweeps into the room with raised rifles, followed by men and women in blue jackets with yellow block lettering. A couple of Fabian’s men attempt to stand their ground but are quickly cut down. Fabian is one of the rebels, though it doesn’t look like he got hit by a kill shot. He’s rolling on the ground clutching his bleeding leg with a groan.
