Mafia Princess

Chapter One-Hundred Forty-Two

Twilight...not mine (sigh). **Graphic Violence Warning**

Chapter 142

When I came to, it was cold, dark and damp. My stomach was hurting from the beating that James gave me. It was also cramping from hunger. I hadn't eaten since the night when Edward told me he loved me. Anger swirled in my mind at that memory.

How could he love me? He lied to me. He's a liar.

He's a federal agent! He's going to ruin my family...put my dad in jail.

I should have listened to him.

Angry tears splashed down my cheeks. I was scared, lonely and hungry. As weird as it sounded, I wished I was in Edward's shithole apartment. Being with the liar was infinitely better than being on this cold table, covered in your own urine and shivering uncontrollably.

"Don't cry, my pet," came a voice from the darkness. It was meant to be soothing but it wasn't. My shivers increased exponentially. "James will make it all better."

A cold flash of dread rippled down my spine. "Doubtful," I said, glaring at the direction of his voice. Stay strong. Don't let him know that you're quaking in your boots. "I want new clothes and I want a shower. Now."

"Clothes and cleanliness are a privilege," James snarled, coming into the light. His blue eyes were glowing angrily as he stared at me. Then, they darkened in arousal as he appraised my bruised and battered form. He was getting off on this? James held up a camera and snapped a few pictures. "Charlie will love seeing you like this. The last memories of your final days on earth."

"I'm not going to die," I spat. "My father will find me and you'll have a bullet in your brain..."

James laughed. Laughed! Full-on, belly laughed as he continued to snap pictures. "You have no idea what I'm talking about."

No, I didn't. I kept my face impassive as James laughter turned maniacal. Then, his eyes glinted as he reached for a knife he kept strapped to his belt. "You've lost the privilege of a shirt with that little threat, Isabella." He snapped off the buttons off my blouse, not caring if the tip of the knife dug into my skin. Once the shirt was completely open, he sliced it off my body, causing the knife to mar my skin. I sobbed as he tossed the shirt off my body. "Fuck, you're so beautiful, Bella. I'd love to fuck your pretty little tits."

"Don't touch me," I cried, trying to move away from him. However, he punched my belly, causing me to bark out in pain. The sound of his zipper opening caused my cries to become louder. "Please!"

"Fucking whore," he spat, slicing the bra from my body. He clambered onto the table, stroking his meager manly bits. "Seeing you tied up and vulnerable like this...fuck! I'm not going to last long, bitch." He fisted his cock and within seconds, his release covered my chest. It caused the cuts on my body to erupt into flames. I sobbed, tears falling onto my face and snot coming out of my nose. If I wasn't so embarrassed or in so much pain, I would have laughed at James' sad display of sexual prowess. Less than a minute?

Pitiful.

He grunted as he got off me, spreading his release over my body. He palmed my breasts, pinching my nipples painfully. "That's a vision," he said. "The next time, it'll be on your face, Isabella."

I didn't say anything. I just turned my face away from him, trying not to throw up. James bent down, grabbing my face and squeezing my jaw tightly. "You will grow to like our time together. You. Will. Be. Mine."

"Never," I said, spitting in his face. He jumped back, affronted by my actions. With a roar, he began pummeling my face with his fists. A few moments later, I felt him being pulled off me. My mind was hazy and the overwhelming need to throw up won. I spewed what meager morsels I had in my stomach all over my face and table. The person who pulled James off my body wiped down my face with a white sheet. Their face was covered so I didn't know who it was. I couldn't bring myself to care as I drifted into unconsciousness, in pain and embarrassment over what had happened.

I hated what was happening to me.

I wanted my father.

As much as I hated him, I wanted Edward. I really wanted Edward.

A/N: I told you it's gonna be graphic. I promise you, though...no rape. Leave me some.

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