Page 50 of Fight for Me (Dark Renzetti 2)

These past months have been a test of my will and strength. I miss Twitch so damn much that I want to rip my own heart out just so I don't feel the pain anymore. I cry every night while talking to him. Of course, I know he can't hear me but I like to pretend that he's next to me.

You got this, damsel. I hear him echo in my mind.

“I’m not a damsel, Twitch,” I tell him aloud.

Damn right you’re not.

To help the days pass, I've planned out our wedding, which will be greaser style to the nines! I dream of cutting the cake with him and smashing a piece to his face while everyone laughs and cheers around us. I imagine the guests chantingbacio!as we accept gifts from everyone.

When I close my eyes, I see his smile and feel his touch. I can sometimes hear his sighs and whispers as he pulls on my hair while thrusting into me from behind. Mostly, I hear his tears. I can hear him crying out for me every night like I do for him.

That bone deep pain that causes your gut to twist and your vocal chords to burst with the howling you can no longer hold back? Yeah, that's what it's like.

But I've never been one to bitch out. I'll never stop missing him and I'll never give up hope that I'll feel his arms wrapped around me or touch my lips to his once again. Iwillget out of this, even if I have to kill to do so.

“You must have alerted someone somehow, Ivan!” Vas's deadly voice booms from the other room. I quickly lay down on my mat and pull the beach towel over my head. Yes, that's right. The only blanket I have is an oversized towel and my bed is a little thicker than the workout mats Johnny has in his gym. I think it used to belong to a pet because it smells like a wet dog, unless that what I smell like seeing as I haven't properly bathed in months.

Suddenly the door to my room bangs open causing me to jump. Ivan grabs my bicep in a bruising grip and pulls me up to my feet before slapping me in the face.

“How did they find you?!” He screams and slams me against the wall while Vas gets guns ready.

Twitch found me!

I begin to laugh even as Vas slaps me again. I may be underweight and have some serious muscle loss but I can take a slap. While my stomach turns and my mouth fills with blood I look into Vas’ eyes letting him see the real me.

“What did you expect to happen? You’ve kept me in the same location for months and your weasel of a father never gave you further instructions. You know why? Because he doesn’t give a shit about you. He just wanted to hurt me like I did to his daughter. You were just a tool he used and nothing more but you lost your leverage, boys. Looks like time has run out for you.” I let the blood drip from my mouth as I continue. “Say your motherfucking prayers.”

Ivan pulls his fist back and hits me in the jaw and then once more in the temple before dropping me when the front door bursts open. A stun grenade gets tossed in as I pull my mat over my head and body. It won't protect me but I feel safer nonetheless.

I count my breaths and fight the blackness in my vision by thinking of Twitch's beautiful face as shouts and gunfire sound all around me.

I'm coming home.I hope.

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