Book two of 'The Vengeance Duology'
Five years ago, the lads and I made the biggest mistake of our lives-a reckless decision that shattered everything.
We destroyed what mattered most, but my deepest regret is how much I hurt her.
Every moment of pa...
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It's been two weeks since that night. According to the doctor, I had some sort of operation—they found leftover tissue from the hysterectomy that could've caused problems later on. They kept me in for a week, monitoring my recovery. Alessio, Theo, and Lucas flew to Sicily to talk to my dad while Jacques, Gio, and Nicco stayed at the hospital with me.
Tom didn't visit me in hospital. Honestly, I have a sneaky feeling that had something to do with my brothers, but I don't mind. I needed a break from him anyway. Ever since I got discharged and sent home, Tom's been bombarding me—calls, texts, trying to act like he's taking care of me. I think he feels guilty because of the argument we had before everything went down.
But the truth is, I don't have the energy to deal with him. Not after everything that's happened. The bridge, the hospital, the memories... it's all a blur, but it lingers, like a dark cloud just hovering over me.
I know I scared them all. The lads, my dad, maybe even myself. But Tom... I'm not sure he understands what I went through. He's trying, I'll give him that.
Jacques has been looking after me. He doesn't say much, but he doesn't need to. He's always known when to just be there. No pressure, no questions—just... presence. The lads have been the same. Quiet, hovering, watching me like I might break again. I can't blame them. I haven't exactly given them any reason not to worry.
Just as I'm about to get out of bed, there's a knock on the door. "Come in," I say, expecting Jacques, but instead, Tom walks in with a bunch of roses—my least favorite.
"Hey, baby," he says, walking over and kissing me on the cheek. "How you feeling?"
"Better," I mutter, keeping my distance.
"I got you something," he says, handing me a box. I open it to find a silver chain with his last name on it. Silver? I don't even wear silver.
"Thank you," I reply, trying to sound grateful but already feeling annoyed. I stand up, trying to cover myself as I'm wearing no bra.
"Come on, baby, you don't need to cover up," Tom says, reaching out and moving my arms away. His eyes are locked on my chest, and his gaze feels invasive, more like he's inspecting than appreciating.
I don't say anything. I don't know what to say. For some reason, I feel frozen. My body's here, but my mind—it's somewhere else. When I feel his hands grab me, I still don't react. I can't. I'm standing there, frozen in place, and it's like my body has forgotten how to move.
Then I feel it—his tongue circling my nipple. A small tear slips down my cheek. My insides are screaming, begging me to do something, but nothing happens.
"Babygirl, your body is so beautiful," El Jefe's voice echoes in my head. His presence suffocates me, pulling me back to a place I never wanted to revisit.
I'm frozen—just like now—unable to move, both physically and mentally. I'm handcuffed to a bed, completely vulnerable. He grabs my chest roughly, leaning down to bring one of my breasts into his mouth, and I can feel the disgust washing over me.
