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“There that should make it easier. Here let me help you.” My eyes go wide as he walks me over to the toilet sitting beside a beat up sink. I didn’t get a chance to look around when they got me out of the car, but I’m pretty positive I’m not at Lorenzo’s place yet. Lorenzo doesn’t seem the type to live in anything but grandeur. No it looked like some kind of gas station bathroom or maybe roadside convenience store. The toilet was gross and looked like no one had cleaned it in a century or more, but at the moment I couldn’t care less as long as I got to relieve myself. Victor positions me with the back of my legs to the toilet seat and then he’s unbuttoning my pants. I squirm a little, because I don’t want him or anyone else to see me naked.
“Relax Belladonna, I’m just going to help you.” I swallow down the scream that wants to make its way up my gullet, refusing to show any more weakness to this asshole. Tilting my head up just a little, I tried to ignore his hands on my hips and the feel of his fingers grazing me as he pulled down my pants. I breathed through my nose, calming myself.
“I’m going to hold you up over the toilet. Wouldn’t want that perfect ass of yours touching that seat.” I feel his hands on my ass as he lowers me toward the seat. My bladder is screaming at this point and frankly I have no shame as I go. Victor’s hands never wander, they stay there holding me securely while I finish my business. Victor lifts me until I’m standing and then grabs some paper towels from the dispenser and cleans me. My cheeks are probably red from embarrassment; no one has probably wiped my ass since I was a baby.
“There, now we can continue on our journey.” Victor slowly pulls up my pants and buttons them as he stands gazing at me.
“Lorenzo is very happy we found you.”Victory says grinning like a lunatic.
“Oh, goodie that means he’ll be able to torture me soon. I can’t wait,” I deadpan. Victor clutches me to him, my body aligning against his very aroused one.
“If he breaks you I’ll put you back together sweet Belladonna.” His lips brush against my cheek before he’s pulling me towards the door. I have to swallow back the bile threatening to come up. The longer I’m with this guy the bolder he’s getting.
“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll just hand me over to you once he’s done with me. Not like he’s going to kill me or anything.” I grit through clenched teeth. Doesn’t he realize there won't be anything left for him to “put back together” once his boss gets a hold of me. Lorenzo is not known for letting anyone that crosses him live, and I’ve definitely crossed him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there to make sure he doesn’t go too far with you. I can save you, just remember that.” His fingers trail down my cheek, making me want to jerk away from his touch. I don’t want to die, but I definitely don’t want him to save me. That would be like going from the frying pan into the fire, no thank you, just kill me.
“Yeah sure Victor, you can save me.” Victor looks like he’s going to say something else, but something has caught his attention over my head. I can hear what sounds like another car pulling up.
“Time to pay the piper babe, try not to anger him anymore than he already is. When he’s angry it’s worse.” Victor suddenly flips me around with his hand around my waist, pulled close to his front.
“Remember what I said, only I can save you.”He whispered close to my ear.
My nerves are getting to me, because I’m actually thinking of taking him up on his offer to save me. Satan is here, and as he steps out of the car, I can feel the anger radiating off of him. Lorenzo’s eyes narrow as they take in Victor’s possessive arm around my waist, but the fury in his gaze is laser focused on only one of us, me. My fight or flight instinct is working overtime, I need to run, but I can’t.
Lorenzo stalks over to where we are standing, grabs me by my chin and turns my head from side to side. I know what I am to Lorenzo, nothing more than an object, and he wants to make sure his object is in working condition. When he nods to Victor to hand me over I can feel Victor's hesitancy, but he releases me anyway and then I find myself in Lorenzo’s arms. I can feel every inch of his body and if he wasn’t such a fucking douche, I might have been attracted to him. Sue me, the man smells like liquid sex, looks like sex on a stick, and is wearing one of those three-piece suit things that make girls stupid, including me. I never said he was ugly, just that he was a douche and a bit psychotic, big difference.
“Bella, Bella, Bella.” Lorenzo says my name slowly while wrapping his arms around my body. To the outside world, it would look like he’s being the courteous boyfriend holding his girl tightly. The truth is he’s got a death grip on me, and it feels like my spleen might pop at any moment.
“You gave me quite the merry little chase didn’t you.” It’s not a question, it’s an observation, and on the inside, I’m jumping up and down with glee.
“Yeah, well some people can’t take no for an answer. Do you know anyone like that Lorenzo?” I can hear his teeth grinding against each other and his lips have thinned into a straight line.
“What did you think was going to happen Lorenzo? Did you think you’d show up and I’d swoon at your presence? Not. Gonna. Happen. Whatever you take from me will be by force.” His lips twist into a smirk, like he already knows this and finds it amusing.
“Oh Bella, I have so many fun things for us to try.” He lifts me up over his shoulder and takes me to the car he came in. I expect to be put in the trunk again. Instead, he has one of his goons open the door and he places me on the soft leather seat before buckling me up. Victor slides into the front seat behind the wheel. He glances back giving me a wink, whatever the fuck that means. Meanwhile Lorenzo is giving orders to his other goons. I can’t make out what he’s saying, but his goons jump to it whatever it is.
“Behave for him Belladonna.” Victor whispers right before Lorenzo climbs into the back seat with me. Lorenzo scoots over to the middle of the seat, wrapping his arm around me, giving me a squeeze like I’m his sweetheart or some shit. I’m surrounded by psychopaths, lovely.
Chapter Eleven
Holland
“Are you shitting me?” Matt laughed beside me as we looked across the street at the Bianchi Bar. Yeah, so much for a needle in a haystack, all we had to do was look up bars in Chicago and there it was. Big bright lettering with flashing lights chasing around it.
“Damn, this guy's ego is bigger than yours bro!” Matt smacked Bart on the chest and he grunted.
“Fuck off asshole!” Bart punched Matt in the shoulder.
“My ego and dick are just the right size for all of this. Don’t be jealous you didn’t come equipped like I did.” Bart ran his hand down his body like Vanna White showing off a brand new car.
“Think we could just walk in there and ask them nicely to give her back?” Matt asked sarcastically. Bart and I rolled our eyes before turning to walk back to our hotel.
“Yep, let’s just walk right in there and say, ‘Mr. Bianchi, pretty please can I have my friend's sister back.’ Pretty sure he’d kill us all before we got to finish that sentence.” Finding the club was the easy part, getting Belladonna back was going to take a little finesse and maneuvering.
“We need eyes inside that club. What do you boys say about a little recon mission?” Matt slapped his hands together, rubbing them like he was eager to get started. Anything that promised a little action got him excited, and I had a feeling that there was definitely going to be some action happening during this rescue.
“Your mission should you choose to accept it is to infiltrate that club and get intel on where they are holding Belladonna.” Bart spit out a laugh, and Matt was practically skipping down the sidewalk like a little kid eager for Trick or Treating on Halloween.
