The Mafia's One Desire

chapter 19: scream

Rape content warning: please be aware that this might be triggering

Sofia Milan Romano

"Drop your weapon."

Alessandro and Luca step out of the shadows, and I feel a slight relief before I remember the situation that I'm in. Victor's gun sits heavily on my temple, his opposite arm wrapped tightly around my waist. He pushes my stomach, so my butt bumps against his dick every time I try to move or breathe. His soft groans in my ear make hot tears pour down my face, my vision becoming blurred by the second. 

I focus on my man's voice as he tries to get the psychopath behind me to step away, drop his weapon, and let me go. A loud bang echoes through the alley, and at first, I thought I'd been hit. The deathly scream hits the air, but it's not my own. It's in my fucking ear, and I know that Victor has been hit in the leg. I glance down to see blood pouring heavily out of his shin, and I try not to gag too loudly. That's fucking disgusting.

"Victor, we aren't afraid to hurt you, but if you let her go, we'll take care of it."

"She has to be mine! She must be mine!"

I try to squirm my way out of his grasp, but a sickening, mocking snicker gets me to stop. He dips his head into my neck, licking his way up to my jaw, grumbling about how good I taste. I scream as he taps the gun against my temple as if he's reminding me that he can do whatever he wants with me. That I no longer have control over my own body. His hand on my stomach moves to the waistband of my pants, his fingers plunging into them. 

I whimper, calling out to Alessandro, wanting him to get Victor to stop. Another bang rings through the air, another bullet, and the arm that holds the fingers dipping into my pants moves away from my body entirely. I look to my left to see blood pouring out of his shoulder socket, his arm looking like it's dangling off his own body. And then another shot, and the gun falls away from my temple.

I know that Alessandro didn't shoot it, and Luca didn't either, so when I'm finally back in the arms of my lover...I glance up. There on the roof stands a woman that I do not know but owe my life to. She nods down respectfully at me, and though I don't know if she can see it, I mouth a thank you. I will be saying thank you to her either way. Two other men and one woman come around the bend, holding guns towards the swaying and bleeding Victor. 

Basilio, Ettore, and Valentina who were knocked out exit the door of the hospital. Luca and the other woman knock Victor onto his knees, and Luca knocks him out with the butt of his gun. He falls face forward onto the dark red concrete of the alleyway, and I can no longer look at the sight of the barely alive man as my man's team does what they have to do.

I tuck my head into the hold of Alessandro's shoulder. He lifts the back of my thighs up and latches my legs around his waist as he carries me to the car. Tears of relief but also fear make rivers down the sides of my face while I try to cope with what just happened even though I'm not hundred percent sure I know. 

One minute I was talking with my parents, confirming that they were going to be okay, and the next I had a gun to my temple in an alleyway as he tried to drag me to his car. Sandro doesn't let go of me for even a second. Not as we get the cars, not as we find ourselves back at headquarters, not as we shower away the blood and dirt along my skin. I stay in his arms, no words spoken between us, as he feeds me, and I fall asleep to the sound of his stable heartbeat.

I had no idea how exhausted I was until I woke up two days later. Being almost kidnapped and/or killed takes it out of you. When I saw his face, saw him standing there gun in hand and pointing it at my parents, I instantly had flashbacks of what happened when I was sixteen. My friends and I had just arrived at the party, but I knew that none of us knew what we were getting into. 

Some of the boys that were a part of our group at the time had invited us, saying it was going to be like a normal high school party. Dancing, gyrating, alcohol, blasting music, but I had made sure that if there were any drugs besides marijuana, I wasn't going to stay or even go in the first place. One of the guys, who I think had a crush on me, assured me that there wasn't going to be any hard drugs, but he definitely lied.

I sat there silently as Victor, a couple of the guys, and even my two best friends snorted a line of cocaine. I was so uncomfortable, so I got up and walked away. I was going to leave when I felt a hand tug me violently back. I tried desperately to fight my way out of Victor's grip, I tried to get someone's attention, but nothing worked. 

He shoved a shot of vodka down my throat, containing a date rape drug to make me not be able to fight back against him. I remember feeling numb as he pushed me into an empty bedroom and locked the door behind us. I was so terrified that I couldn't say anything, I couldn't fight back against him. I just wanted it to end, I wanted to get out. So I closed my eyes, tears probably streaming out of my eyes, and kept my mouth shut. 

I dreamed of a library full of books and the smell after it rains as pain erupted through my whole no longer virgin body. When he was done with me, he left me crying on the bed, half-clothed with my breasts hanging out and my underwear ripped. At the time, I didn't know who found me, but it was Alessandro.

And so waking up this morning with my savior caressing my cheek softly felt like the best thing in the world. The gentle smile upon his face calmed me as he handed me a cold glass of water. I know that these past couple of days he's been taking care of me, but also punishing Victor in his most torturous ways. I can see the cold-blooded yet fiery passion behind his compassionate eyes directed at me. 

After getting me a huge breakfast, he asked if I wanted to watch or partake in the assault of the man that hurt me more than anyone else ever has. Now, sitting here with my healing parents in my childhood home, I still don't know. On the one hand, I want to watch him suffer, but I don't want to give Victor the satisfaction of seeing my face again. I do want to watch him die, but I don't want to be the last face he sees.

"Cara ragazza, a cosa stai pensando?"
[Dear girl, what are you thinking about?]

"Di quello che voglio fare dopo. Ho la possibilità di vedere Victor ucciso, ma non sono proprio sicuro di volerlo fare."
[About what I want to do next. I have a chance to see Victor killed, but I'm not really sure I want to.]

"Perché non vuoi vedere il bastardo morire?"
[Why don't you want to see the bastard die?]

"Non so esattamente perché, padre."
[I'm not exactly sure why not, father.]

"Allora dovresti vederlo morire."
[Then you should watch him die.]