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“Where else, Gigi? Show me. Now.”
My tone is more clipped than I intended. I’m ready to rip her jeans off her body and inspect that sweet pussy that’s been haunting me for weeks to see what punishment is in store for the man who did this to her.
She hesitates, her bottom lip quivering.
“Tell me. Or show me.”
She meets my searching gaze, quiet tears escaping the corners of her eyes. “I haven’t looked. I’m too scared.”
Those tears kill me. Gigi Trapani scared? She kidnapped Matteo and barged in on a Mafia virgin auction! Where’s the sassy woman who threw a champagne bottle at me in fury? I’d do anything to lure her out again.
“I’ve got you, angel.”
“Okay.” Her hand rests on her hip and points lower as she whispers. “Here. And I don’t want to know. And Carla…Carla must never know.”
I say nothing as she collapses her hand to the side, inviting me in. I unbutton and ease off her jeans. I’m so careful, so gentle, my fingers barely make a whisper of touch on her belly, but still, her skin sparks goose bumps.
As soon as I have the zip down, I see she’s shoved something in the front of her underwear. “Lift your hips.”
She does, and I have the jeans down in a gentle pull and toss them to the side. I scan her beautiful bare legs for markings, but there’re only bruises on her knees and shins.
I glance higher to her sex and the splotches of caked blood on her panties where it seeped from the napkin stuck to her underwear.
“Fuck.” I run my finger along the panties’ edge and gently lift, my gaze on her face. It doesn’t budge, and now, she’s gone even paler.
“It was supposed to be bandaged but that never happened. Now it feels glued.” She covers her face with her hands. “Every time I had to go to the bathroom, it would rip and bleed, so I started pulling the crotch away instead when I needed to go.”
“Okay.” That sounds so fucking painful. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Just do it already.”
“Then open up for me, angel, so I can come in from both sides.” I have my hand on her thigh, and with a little nudge, shelifts her leg up so I can hook the panty line deeper down by her sex.
She’s dragging in haggard breaths with each scab that rips where the napkin has coagulated with blood to her skin. I’m gentle, careful, but she visibly flinches.
“You good?” I glance up at her. “Almost there.”
“Yes.” When my fingers have disconnected the last spot, the whole thing shifts. She exhales a huff and opens her eyes for the first time. “Just take it all off.”
I ease the panties off her legs, and she lies naked in front of me with only her breasts covered. Those bits of fabric aren’t doing nothing much. Her nipples have pebbled, etched out in the thin cotton of her bra.Fuck.
“What did he do?” she asks, her voice quivering.
I’m staring at her mound, at the sweet tip of her pussy where blood has gravitated to and dried.
“Stephano! What do you see?”
“A death sentence, angel. That’s what I see.”
20
STEPHANO
My fingers tremble as rage floods every part of me. If the fucker who’d done this to her were in this room right now, he’d be dead in fucking minutes. I burn to caress the lines on her skin with my fingertips, to by some magic erase them with tenderness and care, but these are here to stay. This woman will never be unmarked again.
I tug the end of the comforter over her body, knowing with boiling fury that nothing I can do is going to take those marks away.
Worst of all is, this could be only the surface-level physical evidence of how he’s hurt her. There are layers here, and I need to understand the full extent of what happened to her so I can help her. For Gigi’s sake, I don’t want to go there, but I have to. She’s so fragile, and everything leading to this moment must remind her vividly of what happened on Friday night, but I can’t walk out of here without having a complete tally of this man’s crimes.
