Black Angel

Chapter Sixteen

Derrick / Zola

Derrick

    "Did you find anything?" I asked as I stood behind Ryan who was sitting in his gaming chair, which he brought from his place, his fingers flying over the keyboard. My fingers curled on the backrest.
    Twenty-three days, thirteen hours and forty-seven minutes. For this long, Zola was missing – I refused to say she was gone – and I didn't sleep. After seeing the clips of what they did to her, how could I anyways?
    First the video and pictures of her being beaten up. Then, even more footages of her bruised state and I noticed that she even lost weight.
    But then... a clip where a soon-to-be-dead motherfucker forces his cock down her throat, feeding the Piggy, as he put it. The voice was pitched so it would take us a bit longer to identify the bastard.
    After this, several more close-up pictures of her bruises came in.
    Keep strong, baby. Don't think that I forgot you. I'll be coming for you. And when I'm there, I'll make them pay for everything they did to you. Please just trust me. Don't doubt me, baby. I failed with protecting my mother, sister and father, but I won't fail one more time. Please, just stay strong. Once I have you back, I swear I won't ever let you go.
    Valentino Di Voglio, the mafia don from Italy, lived in Vegas and was one of the most feared men with the highest influences all over the States.
    As I asked for his help, he asked what I could offer him in return.
    Ladies and Gentlemen, you're now listening to the man who sold his soul to the darkness one more time.
    Valentino said if I wanted his help, I'd have to help him. And so, I just slipped in my old role of the boxer slash hitman again.
    But this time, it was worth it. This time, it was for my girl. I loved her with every fiber of my being, and I'd be damned if I let her go.
    And to get her again, I'd do everything in my power.
    And I would.
    That's why we were working with the hacker of the Di Voglio's, Lucious Palermo. He was Valentino's son-in-law after marrying his daughter Sófia and is known for being the family's specialist in blackmailing and getting information.
    Well, at least the technical information. He wasn't the 'let me torture them to extract the information'-typa guy. That was more like Brody's job, like I learned.
    Yep. My friend and more-like-brother Brody. I didn't know when it'd happen, but he was working with Valentino for six years now. Considering he was twenty-eight when he started working for him, he learned quite much.
    But I didn't want his help with this job. This was my business and only my business.
    "D, I guess I've got a lead." Ryan's voice pulled me back to the present. "What is it?" I said, trying to keep my thrill for this new information at bay.
    "Thanks to Lucious, we could track the IP-address the videos were sent from. Those idiots didn't even bother hide the IP." He said, venom lacing his tone.
    I knew he despised every human being which inflicted any kind of violence towards helpless and innocent women and children. I did too, but his situation was different. He lost his mother and only family because of such people. But that was a story for another time.
    "What do you think? Did they just forget to hide it or is there something else to it?" My voice was edged by worry.
    "I'll tell Lucious that we gotta dig deeper. We'll let you know when we know more."
    I squeezed his shoulders and left him to his job, while he dialed Lucious' number. We were at my place so I could give them any new hints directly, if any came, which it did. The last one was another video of her being kicked while she was lying on the floor. Naked.
    This. Is. All. My. Fucking. Fault.
    Even if she might not see it that way. It is.
    On that Wednesday, when I went to meet them, they threatened me with taking her if I don't work for them again. They wanted me to kill Valentino himself and Nicoló, his younger brother and only male heir to taking over the reins after Valentino retires or dies since he only had one daughter.
    And while talking to Ryan, it hit me. Why not turning the table in my favor? So, I called Valentino, told him everything and asked for his help. It was tough, but I did it.
    Walking downstairs, I entered her room. It still smelt like her beautiful and sweet vanilla-and-flower-scent, and it felt like she would come out of that stupid door to the bathroom any time and greet me with one of her big, warm, and sunny smiles. That she would come over and hug me by my waist. That she would stand on her toes and kiss me.
    But, of course, she never came. I can't breathe.
    I need to find her and bring her back home. Immediately.

Zola

    I felt nothing but a throbbing in my head and pain in my limbs. I didn't know how much more I could take before I was going to die.
    Julio had his fun with me. Several times. But I've never let him go south. For now, he only succeeded in raping my mouth.
    When he tried to... well, go south, I knocked my head against his and he fell to the floor. Sometimes I still wondered how the fuck that was possible. Maybe it was just the adrenaline giving me the power. Another time, I kicked him with my feet – which were tied together – in his groin and caused him to double over.
    After that, Mario continued to take care of me, including raping my mouth just for his own sick pleasure.
    I pretended to be asleep – my back facing them – as Mario and Julio entered my room, talking about a car crash a couple months ago.
    "Did you speak to him? Does he still think that it was an accident?"
    Mario laughed, venom edging his tone. "Poor little Rick."
    Rick? Who's Rick?
    "That bastard's so caught up in looking for his pig's pussy, he forgot to read beneath the lines." Julio laughed. "He didn't even let a mechanic check the car afterwards!"
    "But I gotta admit, you're playing your role very well. Acting as a friend while also cutting the brakes of daddy dearest's car. Hahah, hilarious!" Mario continued laughing.
    Wait... Rick as in Derrick?
    They killed Derrick's father and sister? They manipulated the car?
    Oh my God. Julio was just spying on him!
    "Shh, you're gonna wake her up."
    "As if she's going to get outta here and tell even a soul. Hey, Piggy. Awake?" Mario approached me and pulled me by my hair so I was lying on the ground.
    The only clothing they gave me, after hitting and kicking my naked body lying on the ground, was an old t-shirt which had little holes everywhere.
    I've never felt so exposed, despite everything I've been through back at home and these men seeing me naked over and over again.
    Every once in a while, Julio sneaked in my room and tried to force his dick in my ass, but he didn't succeed once, which I saw as a miracle.
    "Hold her in place, on the hands and knees." He said and Mario did so without hesitation.
    In the beginning I thought he was the nicer one. But judging by the way he handled me, letting every of their men rape my mouth and have his fun with me, I knew he was more dangerous.
    I didn't understand why they've never raped me in the lower regions, but I wasn't stupid enough to ask for it.
    After some time, I didn't even feel anything in my throat because of the force they thrust in there or on my scalp because of the tug.
    Staring right ahead, my glare blank and emotionless, I felt nothing anymore. No pain, no fear. I just let Mario force me onto my knees, pull off my shirt and keep me in place by pushing his dick in my mouth.
    I heard a zipper and felt something glibby and wet at my back entrance a few seconds later.
    A silent tear escaped my eye and as the pressure at my back increased, Julio stopped mid-thrust when the old metal door swung open and a knife was thrown in our direction.