Page 14 of Silent Tears

I am aSlut.

I am aPuppetto be used.

I am foreverBrokenand will never be able to be put back together again.

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Christian

Iput the car in park and take a deep, cleansing breath as my men pull up beside me. We got word that there is another fucking sex house, these fuckers keep putting them up, and we keep burning them down. It is like this insane fucking never-ending cycle. They won’t give up on abusing and raping girls, and we won’t give up on trying to stop them.

I grab my gun, push open the door, and slide out, slamming the door behind me. All the men do the same, holding their guns at their sides. They have been doing this with me for years and know what to do. The main pimp, though, is fucking Mio. I am the only one who gets to kill him because I need to look into his eyes and watch the light fade. I want him to look into the eyes of a true Mostro when he dies. I want to be the last thing he sees before I send him to fucking hell.

I nod at my men and watch them quickly surround the door. One of the men kicks in the door, and they all rush in. I stand still momentarily and listen as the screaming, cussing, and gunshots ring out through the air. I approach the broken-down door and step into the house. Looking around, I see blood, bodies, and drugs fucking everywhere. I slowly head deeper into the house towards where I think the basement is, and we all know what happens in the basement in houses like these, and that is also where they usually keep their most important girls, who get the horrible special fucking treatment.

Ty walks in front of me with his gun drawn, and we stop at the door. He exhales, kicks in the door, and runs down the stairs. I can hear more gunshots as I tighten my grip on the gun. I lift my gun and point it straight in front of me as I walk down the stairs. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, the smell of sex and blood clouds the air, making my heart race. I continue moving forward behind Ty as he kicks in each door.

I stand in front of the last door and take a deep breath as I kick it in, rushing in, holding my gun steady while scanning the room. On the far wall of the room, a man is raping a girl who is chained to a metal bed. I take a few steps forward and stop dead in my fucking tracks. My heart stops, my legs go weak, and my body feels fucking heavy. My eyes lock on the girl who is chained to the bed. She is looking right at me, right into my fucking soul. She is dazed and distant, with fresh bruises and cuts on her face.

“Nicolette?”I whisper.

The man who was fucking her stopped and had his eyes locked on me while I kept my focus on her as the memories of her flooded my mind, taking me back to three and a half years ago.

3 1/2 Years Ago

My heart starts to race with her words, touch, and stare. My thoughts begin to go fucking wild, wondering what it would feel like to have her actually touch my scarred tattooed skin. What it would feel like to fill her pussy with my hard dick. What it would feel like to hear her scream and moan my name. Would she turn away from me? Would she allow me to touch her? Or would she not even care?

“Bellissima,” I whisper more to myself than to her.

“What?” She asks, confused.

“Don’t ever apologize for feeling out of control. This is your world, Bellissima,” I reply softly. My heart continues to race as the need to fucking touch her face, to feel any fucking part of her, starts to become overwhelming. The urge, the fucking desire, for someone I don’t even fucking know.

She looks at me, confused but curious. Holy fuck, her words, her eyes, she is so close her scent fills my nose. She smells like fucking cupcakes, and her fucking touch, she touched my chest. My dick hardens more as the thought of her touching me floods my mind. People are afraid of me; they fear me, but not her. She touched me without giving it a second thought, brave fucking girl.

Who the fuck is this girl?

“You’re fine,” I say calmly. She continues to stare into my eyes, searching them. I wonder what she sees when she looks into my eyes. Does she see the monster? Does she not care?

She stops moving while we stand looking into each other’s eyes. People typically only have one reaction when they look into my eyes, and that is fear, but there is no fear in her eyes. There is curiosity, desire, and passion, which honestly fucking confuses me but also draws me in.

Without thinking about it, I lift my free hand and rest it against hers on my chest. She stiffens with my touch but doesn’t pull away. “I can buy you a new shirt, sir,” she says softly. I turn and toss the empty coffee cup in the trash, and when I turn back to her, I gently brush the back of my fingers down her cheek.

A gentle laugh escapes me when what she called me processes through my head. Sir, nobody fucking calls me that.

“Christian,” I say calmly as I lower my hand from her face, but my other hand stays on top of hers against my chest. I am not ready to lose her warmth. The only fucking time she will call me Sir is when I am fucking her, but when we are in public, she will be my equal. This sweet girl has no idea what is about to happen. She has no idea that her touch, her stare, and her voice have completely made me fucking obsessed with her. My sights are now only fucking set on her.

“What?” She asks in a nervous, innocent voice, making my dick throb.

“My name is Christian,” I confirm, looking into her deep green eyes.

“Nicole,” she says with a smile.

I reluctantly release her hand, and she lowers hers from my chest, letting her arm fall to her side. The loss of her touch makes me feel empty and cold. She slowly steps aside, giving me room to continue to leave, but now I don’t want to go anywhere. But I need to.

“It is nice to meet you, Nicolette,” I say softly.

She continues to search my eyes, and she slowly nods. “You too,” she whispers.

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