Page 31 of Blinded By The Sun
King
I don’t think I’ve ever missed someone before. It feels weird, and it hurts. How can I miss Ciro like this? I haven’t slept in his clothes or anything like that from the movies I’ve seen with Matteo. So far, Matteo and I get along well. I’ve been helping him with his homework and anything else that he needs help with. I’ve been able to sign that modeling contract after Ciro’s lawyer looked at it. I even got a damned ID, I never thought I’d be so happy with that.
Today, it’s week 3 that I haven’t seen Ciro, but it’s not so bad because I’ve learned to use a phone. I have an Instagram and Matteo and I post random videos on TikTok. I agreed because I love to dance. It’s so much fun and we have a lot of followers or whatever he calls it. Ciro calls me about once a day to just ask me what I’m doing but he doesn’t stay on the phone long. He hangs up in less than five minutes, I’ve noticed. Matteo and I are going out to the movies after he comes back from school and when he’s done with his homework. I look at a whiningPoutineand evenMochaisn’t giving me too much bitch don’t touch me glare this time. I learned thatMochadoesn’t like anyone, so it’s not just me.
“Poutine, I’ll take you out for a walk, okay? Give me a minute.” I say.
I walk out of the room wearing a t-shirt dress and biker shorts with sneakers. I make my way to the kitchen to prep everything for the dogs when we come back in. I bend over to get something out of the bottom of the pantry and a hand on my ass makes me jump. I bump my head on the shelf above. I come back up and look to see who it is. My eyes widen, “Jones? What are you doing here?” It’s a surprise to see him, really.
I’ve seen him on the property, but he hasn’t ventured over here. Sometimes we made eye contact, but nothing that would warrant him coming here. “He’s not here, you know. Heard he wasn’t coming back for another week… I have you all to myself.”
“What?” I inwardly cringe. “What does that even mean?”
“It means we have the time to get to know each other,” he answers.
His eyes look bloodshot and I don’t understand what he wants from me. I never gave him a reason to think this was okay. I don’t like him. I thought Ciro told him to leave me alone. “Ciro will not like this, you know that right?”
“He doesn’t have to find out. He didn’t find out about other shit that went down right under his nose. Trust me, he will never notice.”
“Yeah, but I will, and I don’t want that. That’s not me anymore.” I admit not just to him, but to myself.
“Yeah? What you’re here for like 3 weeks and you think you’re no longer a whore. You are a whore; born a whore and you’ll die a fucking whore so act like one and fuck me like I want you to.”
“I don’t get it. Why are you even doing this? Do you even know me?” I ask.
While he talks, I slip right under him and run. I don’t know where I’m going but I just run and when I realize I’m outside, in the back where the pool is, it’s too late. I try to run away, but Jones is right on my heel. He grabs me, but I fight him. I don’t want to sleep with him. I don’t want to break any of Ciro’s rules. I don’t want to be someone who betrays him. He’ll kill me and not just that, but I don’t want to be with him like this. It’ll make me feel dirty. I kick Jones in the balls and make another run for it. I make it halfway in the kitchen but he pushes me and I hit the kitchen island and stool simultaneously.
“What the fuck!” He yells and my head feels like it’s spinning.
He grabs me by my hair and drags me to the floor. “No!” I scream and I don’t care who hears me or doesn’t hear me. I’m not going down without a fight.
I throw punches at him, even if I’ve never learned to defend myself. Jones pushes my head back as he gets on top of me. He straddles me and he crushes me to the ground. My stomach hurts and I feel pain that I’ve never felt before. “Poutine!” I scream once and then I scream forPoutineanother time.
I hear a howl and then Jones screams like he’s losing his mind becausePoutinebit him. I can’t even look as he gets off me and makes a run for it running towards the pool area.Poutinedoes something I’ve never seen him do. He howls a couple more times in a distinct tone and it triggers something in the house. An alarm so blaring and loud goes off! It’s ringing in my ears and as I pass out clutching my midsection, I hear Bobby’s voice. “King! King! Oh God, Smyth, find out what happened. The property is on lockdown. Nobody can get out. I’ll rush her to the hospital and make sure nobody leaves after me. As for Matteo, I’ll contact him after I call Boss.”
After that I hear nothing, the pain goes away, but I think I pissed my pants. How embarrassing. “I’m sorry.” I say to Bobby, but he doesn’t hear me as he rushes with me in his arms.
