In the heart of a modern city, two rival families hold the power. Valentina, a fiercely loyal daughter, and Matteo, a cunning and determined son, find themselves on opposite sides of a dangerous feud. But when their paths unexpectedly intertwine, th...
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I stepped into the shower, desperately trying to wash away the lingering touch of Marco and Lorenzo.
I turned the water up as hot as I could stand, scrubbing my skin with a loofah until it was red and tender. I hoped that if I scrubbed hard enough, I could erase their hands from my body.
After what felt like hours, I turned off the water, wrapped myself in a towel, and changed into my pyjamas.
I walked back into my bedroom, where Sabrina was waiting. Her presence was a comforting anchor, and she quietly took a seat beside me on the bed.
Sabrina glanced at me with concern. "Do you want anything? A glass of water, maybe?"
I shook my head, my voice barely a whisper. "No, it's okay. Thanks."
Just then, Matteo arrived. His expression was a mix of anger and worry, and he was now dressed in comfortable sweats and a shirt. He approached me and gently placed a hand on my shoulder.
" Thanks Sabrina, you can go now I'm here," Matteo said, his voice firm but kind. Sabrina nodded and stood up, walking over to me. She pulled me into a tight hug.
"Text me if you need anything, okay?" Sabrina said softly. I managed a weak smile and thanked her before she left.
With Sabrina gone, Matteo turned his full attention to me. He walked over and sat beside me on the bed, his gaze softening. "Val, can you tell me what happened? If you're okay with it?"
I looked at Matteo, seeing the genuine concern in his eyes. I took a deep breath, feeling a sliver of relief at the thought of confiding in him. I nodded, trusting him completely.
"They came at me in the hallway," I began, my voice trembling. "Lorenzo's voice was the first thing I heard. He shoved me, pulled out a gun, and made it clear he wanted information about you. When I got Sabrina to leave, Lorenzo just got more aggressive."
I paused, taking a shaky breath. "Marco showed up next. He started touching me—first, it was just his hand, but then he wouldn't stop. He kept moving closer, and I was terrified. Lorenzo just watched, saying it was all about getting to you. He pushed the gun to my head and ripped my dress. Marco's hands kept moving, and I tried to fight back, but it was like fighting against a wall."
My voice cracked as I continued, tears streaming down my face. "Lorenzo said it was easy to mess with me because it'd drive you crazy. Marco—he kept getting closer, touching me in ways I didn't want, and I was crying. They were enjoying my fear, saying it was a way to get back at you. Marco was so invasive, and Lorenzo just kept egging him on, making it worse."
Matteo's expression darkened as he listened, his anger barely contained. "I'm so sorry," he said quietly.
I nodded, my heart aching at the thought of what had happened. Matteo's presence was a small comfort amidst the lingering horror.
