Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Maybe a family?
Chapter 41
—Cruz—
After Vitale was finished, he threw the sensor on the dusty couch, nodding toward the staircase.
“Ladies first,” he baited.
I held back any remarks and simply did as I was told. My family’s lives were on the line. Walking toward the stairs, I was ready to get this over with. With each step my heart accelerated a little faster, beating a little harsher. More demanding. Anxious for what was still to come. I took in my surroundings as I made my way up the tattered staircase, noticing the pictures on the walls were all coated in dust and cobwebs as well. I couldn’t see the people peeking through the haze of the frames to give me a clue to my whereabouts.
One thing was for certain, no one had been here in a long ass time. However, I could feel the presence of the love that once existed in this home. The sentiment was neither here nor there, it didn’t matter anymore. When we reached the top of the stairs, I felt his gun dig further into my back.
“I’m not packing. Are you that big of a pussy, you find the need to have your gun at my back? Can’t take me on like a man? You have to use a Glock to do your bidding?”
“I’d rather use my cock but you’re not my type. I’ll just wait until I can use your sister’s pussy again and pound into her sweet cun—”
My hand was around his throat, slamming him into the wall before he could complete his sentence. He laughed his ass off as drywall crumbled to our feet. I shoved him deeper into the surface. Silencing him.
“You don’t speak about my sister ever again.” I got close to his face, gritting out, “Do you understand me?”
He smiled. The gleam in his eyes lit up his whole face. He was enjoying this.
Sick fucking bastard.
The next thing I knew, his Glock was at the side of my head. Welcoming the refreshing feel of the cold metal against my heated flesh, I let him go.
“This is why I prefer guns.” He adjusted his shirt. “They speak louder than any weak ass threat.”
With that, he pistol-whipped me, but I caught myself on the wall. Using the momentum from my fall, my fist was cold clocking him in the face with so much force, it knocked him into the staircase railing. A loud crack let us know his weight almost broke it.
Peering up at me through the slit of his eyes, he spit blood in my face. “We could do this all night, but your party’s waiting.”
Wiping my cheek with the back of my hand, I asked, “Are Sienna and Ari in there?” I asked, needing to know. “My father?”
“It’s a family fucking reunion. Now turn your ass around and keep walking.”
I tried to govern my breathing, my blood boiled. Fuming with rage, I internally prayed, I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me, trying to calm myself down.
Though it was useless. This felt like my execution. I was on death row. Guilty. Punished. Forever doomed for the sins I’d committed and allowed.
“It’s showtime,” Vitale stated when I was standing in front of the closed door. “Let’s see what’s behind door number one. Shall we?”
I reached for the knob and opened it, having no time to prepare for what I’d immediately witness. Even in the dim lighting of what appeared to be a girl’s bedroom, I could see my father’s cold, dark, murderous glare staring in the direction I hadn’t seen yet. Too consumed with the image of my father tied to a chair, beaten within an inch of his life. I could barely see his eyes, they were covered in so much blood.
It was raw.
Real.
Excruciating torture.
“I’m fine,” he claimed, not looking at me once.
Unconsciously, I stepped in his direction, but Vitale threatened from behind me, “Don’t even fucking try it.”
With a wide stare, my eyes tore from one nightmare to the next. Shifting my gaze to the path of his wrath, I loudly gasped, unable to hold in my emotions. Suffocating for my next breath.
My chest tightened.
All the blood drained from my veins.
I was suddenly freezing cold.
Bitter fucking cold.
My feet were glued to the goddamn dirty floor beneath me. Dragging me straight into Hell, the devil wanted me home.
Through the emotional chaos exploding around us, I found Ari and Sienna’s petrified stares. They were on their knees, hands tied behind their backs.
Cheeks bruised.
Hair disheveled.
Blood dripping from their skulls.
Fear radiating through every inch of their skin onto my flesh, becoming one with my dark soul.
I panted, experiencing everything they were. At that moment, I didn’t need a gun, a knife, any weapon to kill me. Seeing the expression on their faces was enough to fucking end my existence.