Page 2 of And Twice as Twisted
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.
Headlights pulled up behind the car and heavy footfalls echoed in the distance. Charging towards me. “Sienna!” my brother shouted as I struggled to shift the body off me. “Sienna! Fuck! What did you do? How could… Sienna!” he grunted my name. Bella sounded from behind us, and the realization had me choking on air. “No! Bella, baby, stay back!” Lucky helped roll the dead weight to the side, pulling me to my feet and wrapping his suit jacket around me.
“No…” Bella whispered, and my gaze snapped to hers. The look she gave me added to the torment I’d already inflicted on myself. There would be no reparations for our relationship. I’d ruined my family. “What did you do?” Tears filled her mismatched eyes as she tried charging forward, but my brother pulled her into his arms, holding her tight as she broke.
“I can’t believe you fucking did this.” Lucky sounded distant, a radio static filled my head, and I barely felt the harsh bite of the pavement as my body slammed into it.
It wasn’t all that long ago that I had begged this man to give me everything I wanted, everything I thought I deserved. I thought he’d be my savior in a world built by men and against women. I wanted to be the queen on the arm of the mad king. Instead, he broke me beyond repair—something I thought I already was, but quickly realized I wasn’t. Not even close.
Until now.
I rolled onto my side, pulling my knees to my chest, and stared at his motionless body. I did it. I killed him. I thought I’d feel better. But his lifeless eyes stared back at me, forever cemented in my brain. Left to haunt me.
They were the last thing I saw before everything went black. That one thought playing over and over in my mind.
