Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t even know if I should fight it any longer.
Draco isn’t even here.
How can he save me when he’s not fucking here?!
I’d much rather have him take me. If he comes and makes this stop, I will willingly hand myself over to him. I won’t deny him any longer. I won’t refuse him. I won’t even put up a guard against him.
I will do what he wants, which is accept this fate.
Accept this life.
Accept…him.
I swear it.
Axe Man has me pinned, moving in and out. My body slams violently against the wall, crashing against it. I wish I could melt into it. I wish I could disappear.
He dips down a bit to slide his cock between my legs. I have my thighs crushed together so tightly that he can’t get through completely. I won’t let him get there. Fuck that.
A banging noise comes from the left, a loud and heavy thud.
It sounds like someone is stomping down the stairs.
It’s probably Bain, coming for his fix. I wouldn’t be surprised, but the thought terrifies me. I won’t be able to hold off both of them.
The door flies open.
A tall figure stands between the frames and hot brown eyes look in our direction.
Something hot and wet spills down my back and I realize it’s Axe Man’s come.
He releases me in an instant, backing away as Draco charges forward. I sink down to my knees, watching as Draco meets up to Axe Man with a machete in his right hand.
He shouts something in Spanish. I’m too out of it to comprehend at first, but he is furious and there are angry words—words that he would probably never say around his mother.
“Jefe, no—por favor—” Please? He’s begging? That stupid fucking pig.
“Gianna,” Draco calls, stepping towards me. But I’m so lifeless—so feeble. I can’t respond. My mouth feels dry. My throat has closed in on itself.
My brain is in denial about what just happened.
This didn’t happen, did it?
It couldn’t have. How could he let this happen?
Draco’s eyes burn as he looks down at me. I stare up at him, desperate.
Helpless.
Damaged.
And done.
Just…done.
And the sad fact is, he knows it.
His fingers tighten around the handle of the machete, his nostrils reddening at the edges. He turns rapidly as Axe Man scrambles on his palms and knees towards the open door.
Draco lifts the machete above his head and then he brings it down.
Shwack.
A clean slice, right through the neck.
Blood gushes, and Axe Man’s bald, scarred head hits the ground with a heavy thunk, rolling right beside my leg.
“Pinche hijo de puta!” Fucking son of a bitch. Draco is livid, still slicing parts of Axe Man, butchering him limb by limb.
I feel blood splattering on me. Everywhere. I should stop him…but I won’t. I refuse. This has to be done.
He doesn’t stop until there is nothing left but bits and pieces of him.
There is blood pooled on the floor. Body parts surround me—fingers and arms.
When I look up, Draco is in such a rage that I think he’s going explode. Blood is all over his white button-down shirt, splattered on his face and drenching the sharp edge of the machete, his chest rising and sinking rapidly.
His eyes dart over to me again as I hold still in the corner. The blood surrounds me, but he snatches me right up and into his arms.
“Fuck, Gianna. I never should have walked out of that fucking door.” My head bobs up and down, my ass burning as he takes me up the stairs.
He storms through the den and makes his way up the next staircase to get to the bedrooms.
But instead of going to my room, he maneuvers left, takes a few more steps down the hall, and then enters another.
The door opens soundlessly. He slams and locks it behind him but doesn’t stop walking.
I can’t think right now.
I’ve been violated. I’ve been put in a position I’ve never been in before.
Daddy never would have let this happen, and neither would Toni.
I don’t feel like myself.
I don’t even know who I am anymore.
I tried to fight.
Yes, Gia, you tried to fight.
But it wasn’t enough.
No, it wasn’t enough.
That’s not what Lion would do, Gia, baby. Toni’s voice echoes in my head, ringing loudly.
Fuck you! You are supposed to be here. You are supposed to be protecting me. You…are the reason this happened, Toni! This is all your fault!
I must be out of my mind.
Maybe it was all a nightmare.
Maybe I’m not fully awake and I’m still in my bedroom, trying to forget about what was done to Kevin by replacing it with something much worse.
“Gianna?” A deep voice filters through my subconscious. Draco’s voice.
He sits me down on top of the bathroom counter. I don’t look up at him, but I do wince when I feel the pain again.