❝𝒱𝒾𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒.❞
˜*°• 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
Victoria Russo grew up in a world full of money, crimes and powerful families. Being a part of the Sacred Eight families she knew what it mean...
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THE MIDDLE OF THE STORM
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VICTORIA REGAINED CONSCIOUSNESS AND SLOWLY OPENED HER EYES, gritting her teeth as she felt the pain in her body. She had not physically fought anyone for a long time, so now her muscles were aching from all the movements she did while she fought. Also, her attackers were able to punch her a few times and those hurt too, she was pretty sure she had bruised ribs and a few bruises on her legs. Victoria tried to move her hands, but it was tightly tied together, and she slowly raised her head. She was sitting on the chair, her hands and legs tied to it, in a place which reminded her of the basement. She was surrounded by concrete walls and ground, the only light came from a small light bulb, hanging from the ceiling.
" Great, " she murmured and looked around again as if the second look around would help her to find something that could help her. Stupid, right?
The only thing that left for Victoria was to hope that they did not kill Axel or take him too. Right now, her bodyguard was the only one who knew what happened to her and who could help. He was her hope to get out of here. But if Axel was dead...she was stuck here until someone found her or her body. She did not know what her kidnappers wanted from her or who they were. Information? Entertainment? New murder victim?
'I won't let anything happen to you.' Lorenzo's voice echoed in her head from the day she told him about her trauma and he had an emergency call from his people. Well, something happened to her, but she hoped that he did not lie when he said that. That he said the truth and he intended to keep his promise. Because he was her second hope after Axel and she did not want to think about 'what if he lied'. Enzo's voice in her head gave her a nudge to do everything she could to stay alive. And she would do that.
" Well, well, well, look at what we have here, " the basement's door opened as the man stepped inside. First, she saw the tattoos on his arms and then her breath caught in her throat and panic crept over her when she saw his face.
" No, no, no, " Victoria murmured, staring at him with wide eyes.
Forgetting about the ropes around her wrists and ankles, she started to move to her free. At that moment, it did not matter that she was bruising her skin. The panic was starting to control her. It was him. The man who five years ago was on top of her while she was tied up to the bed, who mutilated her skin, leaving a couple of small scars on her body as a reminder, and who raped her, taking her innocence by force. His face was engraved in her head forever.
