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“W-what’re you doing here?” I hated the weakness in my voice but the animosity inhisrattled me.
“I’ve come for you. Isn’t that what you wanted?” He took a step forward and I took two back, calling for the driver. “He’s dead.” The words came without remorse. “He was going to hurt you. I saved you, Sienna. Just like in one of your fairy tales.” He was mocking me, his vacant eyes burning with cruelty.
“What do you want from me?” I rushed forward. Fuck self-preservation. I always knew my temper would be the death of me. “Tell me!” I slammed my fists into his chest, my pain and guilt driving each blow.
“I find it absolutely insulting that you haven’t thanked me yet.”
My heart was lodged in my throat as he pulled me closer. “No.” I tried to push him back but all I could do was continue to flail my arms. He ignored me, grabbing both of my hands in one of his and slamming my body against the car. He pinned me in place, his much larger torso rubbing into mine. I could feel his arousal against my stomach and dread cemented my limbs, stalling my fight as if I were somehow locked in his palpable animosity.
“Fine. I’llmakeyou thankful.” He wrapped his free hand around my throat and tugged me forward. His muscles flexed and the tattoos on his arm seemed to dance with the movement. Mocking me.
I latched on to his wrist, scratching his skin as he opened the back door and threw me inside the car. When my pencil skirt hindered my legs from widening, he shredded it down the center and stepped between them. His fingertips roamed from my thighs, up to my panties, and rubbed me through the fine silk. He hummed his appreciation before traveling north, groping my breasts and pinching my nipples through the material of my shirt.
I managed to wrap both hands around his wrist and tug. Then, using all the force I could muster, I bent it backwards. He reached out on instinct, slamming his meaty fist into my cheekbone. My brain bounced around my skull for a second before my nails found his face, embedding into the flesh until I could feel the trickle of blood.
“I fucking hate you for what you’ve done!” I screamed, kicking out at him. He was temporarily taken aback, and I sought my moment to attack with everything I had. He fell out of the car and I climbed across the center console, trying to get into the driver’s seat. Before I could, he grabbed my ankle and jerked. My face slammed into the gear shaft and blood erupted from my nose.
“You know you want this. I saw it in your eyes when you came to visit me. You wanted me to use this body, so there would never be anyone else after I was done with you.” He kept pulling me.
I tried to catch myself as my stomach slid off the seat and my shoulder took the impact as I plummeted onto the concrete. “No, please. Don’t do this.”
He dumped my body into the overgrown grass and ripped off his suit jacket, dropping it beside me before reaching for his zipper. His hand was heavy against the center of my chest, pinning me down and making it hard to breathe while the raincoated my face and soaked my remaining clothing, chilling me to my bones.
“Please don’t,” I begged in a half whisper as I felt him tug my panties to the side and settle his erection at my entrance.
“That’s it, baby.” He licked along my jawline. “Give me those filthy lies. Pretend you don’t want this.”
My brain was foggy, my fight dwindled, and the blood in my veins stalled as he slammed into me. This was it. This was the moment I died. It didn’t matter if I physically survived his assault. Because, either way, Sienna Agostino was dead. He pulled back and slammed into me harder, the wet grass slicking my spine and gliding me through the mud.
I turned my head, unable to look at the traitorous bastard so keen on destroying me. I prided myself on the fact that I was strong. That I’d overcome the stereotypes of being born a woman in the mafia. Then shattered my image by believing it somehow made me worthy of love, a ridiculous ideology that women were given at a young age.
And, in the end, it ruined me.
He was so large I couldn’t see past his body, unable to beg the stars for reprieve. But God must have turned his back on me long ago. It was the only explanation I had in this moment. There was a time when I believed people were given trials and tribulations in order to teach them a lesson. A message sent from a higher power to tell us something. There were instances where it took a while to understand while others seemed to slap you in the face without much thought. I needed God to tell me what this was supposed to mean. What lesson I was meant to learn. Instead, it was the devil who heard my please and showed me the way out.
And I understood. I saw it.
The handle sticking out from under his discarded jacket. Just within reach. I looked up and his eyes were filled with lust, devoid of the man who’d once protected me. There was noredemption after this. Not for him and not for me. I was done with my heart getting broken again and again. My body was overwhelmed with agony as he pounded into me. Harder and harder with each thrust.
My chest ached but I knew I had to do it. My arm stretched forward, my fingers digging into the mud until I felt the cool, hard metal. It was slippery in my grip, but I managed to pull it closer. He dropped onto his elbows, his face inches from mine as he panted against me. “You fucking love it. You love everything I do to you.” His breaths became faster, harsher.
“Lies. It’s all goddamn lies.”
He stopped thrusting for a moment to stare down at me in shock.
“You may think you’veruinedme. But I’ll fucking end you.” I raised my arm.
“You don’t have the balls…” He stopped when I pressed the barrel to his temple. My heart was beating out of my chest, and for a moment, I thought he was right. I thought…I can’t.I can’t do this tohim—but this man didn’t deserve anything from me. Nothing but hatred.
“Your tiny balls smacking against my ass are nothing compared to the ones in my designer panties.” It was raining harder now. “Fuck. You.”And I pulled the trigger.
His blood sprayed in the air, mixing with the rain and pouring down over me like a hailstorm of carnage and brain matter. I could taste it in my mouth and was overcome by the sudden urge to dry heave. His large body dropped onto mine, and an agonized cry expelled from somewhere so deep within me that my throat burned as I extinguished it. All the pain, anger, sadness, and guilt transformed the scream into a crescendo of despair.
I did it. I fucking killed him. I didn’t know what I expected to feel after pulling the trigger, but this wasn’t it. I was numb. Ahuge part of me died along with him, and there was no coming back from it.
“Look what you made mefuckingdo!” I hissed into the air, the numbness fading as a fresh wave of guilt tore at the shattered remnants of my heart. I needed to leave. To go far away. From my family and their city before it was too late. There was already nothing good left of me and seeingtheirhatred would only makemehate myself worse. I knew if I stayed, I’d never survive.
Not after what I’d done.
