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“Why are you smiling?” Able grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head up. “Know something I don’t?”
“No.” My smile wouldn’t waver no matter how hard I tried. It was easier to show them that I was okay than to become nothing. Whenever I used to smile at my dad, he’d let up.
That wasn’t the case here.
“You like getting beat? That’s your kink, huh?” Able reached between my legs, and a wave of nausea rocked through me. I gagged, and he quickly pulled away. I’d already puked a few times. My stomach burned. I doubted I had anything left inside of me.
I wanted to get out of here. My only positive thought was that at least Giancarlo was safe.
Someone’s phone started ringing, the shrill sound bouncing off the walls. Able let me go, pins and needles dancing along my scalp. My head fell forward, and I was left mentally begging for it to be over.
“Looks like we got a two-for-one special tonight. I knew he’d go for that phone,” Able said.
I had no idea what he was talking about or if he was talking to me. All I knew was I wanted him far away. Every touch filled me with disgust. They gave me a break from the onslaught of hits, and I took it as a chance to rest. If I learned anything from being abused all my life, it was I needed to rest any chance I got. My eyes closed as I attempted to even out my breathing. I knew what fate awaited me. I’d been lucky so far. No one had raped me yet, but it would happen eventually.
My father had always dangled it over my head, and now it was going to happen, and it wasn’t even at his hand. I wanted to laugh, but my ribs burned. Any extra effort, and I would pass out from the pain.
The only door in the drafty basement opened up. Floodlights were set up around the room. At first, I couldn’t make out the tall figure they walked in.
“So glad you could be here,” Able said.
I jerked up as much as my restrained wrists let me. Everything screamed in pain as I stared up at the one man I was secretly hoping would come to save me. “Gin.”
“Ash.” Giancarlo punched one of the men holding him and moved toward me.
A real smile tugged at the corners of my lips for a short moment until reality weighed down on me. Able gripped my shoulder, and I winced as the pain intensified. Cool metal pressed against my temple. I glanced over as much as I could. Able held a gun to my head. Fear raced through my veins, drying out my mouth. It was impossible to swallow as I sat there, my death seconds away.
“Sit the fuck down,” Able said.
Giancarlo ground his teeth, his dark brown eyes never wavering from me. “If you hurt him, there is nothing on this Earth that will keep me from bashing your skull in and pissing in the hole.”
The gun was pulled away from my temple. Relief only lasted for a short second before it was whipped across my face. White spots blinded me as pain erupted over the lower half of my face. Blood gushed out of my split lip, dripping down my chin.
“Tie him to the fucking chair,” Able said.
He grabbed my hair righting me. I blinked rapidly, attempting to clear my blurry vision. I needed to see Giancarlo. Fuck the pain as long as he was okay. I needed him to get out of here.
“Good thing Weston left the phone behind. Knew you’d go looking for your whore. We were going to get started without you if you took any longer.” Able smacked both of my sore cheeks. “I wouldn’t have thought you’re into the innocent thing, Giancarlo. We are similar in so many ways—”
“Yeah, similar in the way that we were both in your mom’s pussy. The only difference is she wanted me there,” Giancarlo spat.
What is he saying?Giancarlo laughed and relaxed in the chair as if he wasn’t bound and surrounded by men who wanted to hurt him. How in the fuck was he so calm? Even now, faced with enemies, he was still Giancarlo.
“Don’t believe me, huh? I can see it on your face.” He laughed. “Fat ass, thick thighs, gets her hair dyed on the fifth of every month faithfully. Rusty red.” Giancarlo rocked in the chair, jotting off random facts about Abel’s mother. “Oh, I can even tell you what’s in the kitchen. We broke the table. It was a round wooden one, but what made it special was the legs. They were custom-made. Mary-Ann said her son got it for her.” Giancarlo slammed his feet down and glared at Able. “I have to say I can see why you’re worthless. Your mom’s pussy wasn’t shit. Her ass, on the other hand.” He smirked. “Didn’t know she was into anal, did you? She takes it better than most men. Begs for it like a porn star.”
Able pointed the gun at Giancarlo, and my heart lodged firmly in my throat.No.
“Gin, shut up,” I said.
“Why? He’s nothing more than a mama’s boy who wasn’t told no enough in his life. He doesn’t have the balls to get his hands dirty.”
Fuck. Gin was crazy enough he was willing to test death. I bet everything I had he’d laugh in death’s face and crack some stupid joke. I glanced around the room, and everyone’s eyes were on Able and Giancarlo.
“Able, killing him is a life sentence.” Weston looked stressed as he tugged at his thinning hair. “I can’t be a part of this. Getting back at him for what he did, okay. But this—” Weston scrambled back, hitting the door in his retreat. “I want no part of this. I’m pulling out.”
“The hell you are. Sit down, Weston.”
Weston shook his head, his cheeks jiggling with the force. He bolted out of the door before Able could get another word out.
