Special thanks to @jiyoungmochi for the cover!!
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❝𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. ❞
Renata Vartanov had been through hell. Sold to a brothel and thrusted into prostitution at thirteen along with her then toddler...
I rarely ever made them, but when I did, there was always a prize to pay.
The first, I'd almost had to pay with my life.
This one could cost me the lives of the two remaining boys in Ricci's grasp.
I'd fucking underestimated Ricci. I made a plan without having the foresight to think he'd make one too.
I should've guessed that even an empty headed idiot like him would still have some amount of wit.
At that moment, I felt like the idiot. I saw the boys get put in the car. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚!
Still, I let them get away. I wasn't fast enough to chase after the car, I wasn't smart enough to go after Rowan the moment he'd first ran off, and now, as Catalina and I walk through the front door, I wasn't fucking brave enough to break the heart of an expectant sister.
Renata.
I thought of her as Cata sat me down on the couch, placing a rag to stop expectant blood soak from my contact.
She was supposed to get her brother back tonight. Days of separation from her only family was supposed to end today, I was supposed to end it for her. For both of them.
But I'd failed. I'd fucking failed her, her brother, and the other child with Rowan that was meant to be rescued too.
"Fuck," I mumbled to myself, shoving sweat dipped hair from my forehead with my bloody hand.
"What are we going to tell her? We don't even know where they are now." Cata spoke in a saddened tone.
She sat on the sofa opposite to me, her shoulders slumping in defeat, and her clothes blood stained like mine.
"I don't know," I sighed.
Catalina got up, attempting to leave before she turned to me. "I'm going to go wash up. I don't want her to see me like this. You should too," she advised, patting my shoulder weakly and walking upstairs, the echoes of her boots faltering with every step.
