Two is better than one

Ch.36 (Last straw)

Mature content, including: explicit words. Enjoy!

Micheal's Pov

I sent one of my guys to watch over Lyonna until we can get to her.

He wasn't the best but he was willing.

Mia has been nothing but worried and stressed out about it, for the entire time she's been sulking and getting drunk.

I try my best to ease her frustrations but I can only do so much yet nothing more to help.

Lyonna was somewhere in Bronx when we got her location. Mia on the other hand doesn't know where exactly she was and I wanted it to stay that way so I just told her we know where she  is.

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"Anything?" I spoke into the phone waiting for a response.

"Well Lyonna's here alright and hurt badly." Miguel respond.

"How badly?" I asked as I saw Mia came into the room and slammed down into the bed.

Covering my mouth, I told Miguel not to blow his cover and to wait for further instructions.

"Babygirl?" I called out to Mia. She looked at me and gripped the sheets, into her hand.

Walking over to her I sat down beside her and pulled her into my lap.

I cradled her distress figure, and rubbed her hair with my free hand.

"We'll get her back hun, I promise." I whispered into her head as she sobbed softly.

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Lyonna's Pov

Stefan was back alright and let's just say I'm not the happiest of the pathetic slut group to praise him.

He came home and requested to see me. I rolled my eyes at this idiot of a sadist and tried to keep my cool.
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"So you're telling me that you didn't do anything I left for you because you didn't felt like it!" Stefan yelled at me as he gave me his back hand.

Holding my cheek, I looked at him with teary eyes.

"Well I'm bloody sorry, if I failed to be your pathetic little eran girl, so forgive me for disappointing you." I replied as I stood my ground.

"This is the reason Mia can not your Dom and Damon? Please I bet he was enjoying the one and two fucks you gave him you little slut." He snapped.

"Oh so I'm a slut now?" I scoffed at him and folded my arms.

"I've been here enduring your fucking punishments, fighting of the insolent bitches you have roaming this house and literally standing up for myself and you're calling me a fucking little slut!" I yelled at him.

A metallic taste raise in my mouth when he slapped me again but this time the impact was harder.

"I am fucking hurt and bruised and you really fucking think that the moment your not here I'm going to be your fucking slave." I yelled at him and shove him in the chest as felt a tear slid down my cheek.

He chuckled at me and smoothen his shirt out.

"You are something else you know that." He said as he walked up to me.

"What's that supposed to mean." I asked while I stepped back from him as he tried to get closer.

"It's amusing how you know what I will do to you if you disobey me let alone speak to me like that but being the type of person you are you still do it anyways." He said to me as his voice became sweet like honey.

I was now stuck between Stefan and the wall and he rubbed his finger along side my cheek which he previously slapped.

"I hate you." I whispered as I felt my sanity slipping from me.

"I'm sorry baby. I shouldn't of hit you." Stefan apologized.

Holding my chin with his palm, I felt my breathing hitched.

What is he doing?

Why is he so sweet?

My thoughts twirled around in my head as he just stood there with his hands roaming my face and the other up and down my body.

"Stefan, I don't know what game your playing at but I'm not going to be apart of it." I whispered as I push him off to give me more space.

"I didn't give you permission to leave, little one." He stated as he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him, slamming me against the wall.

Grunting at the pain I felt, Stefan started kissing on my neck he was rough.

"Stefan stop it." I told him as he bit into my neck.

"Stefan stop!" I said a little louder when I felt his hand thugging at my shorts.

I was uncomfortable and annoyed. Pushing him off was useless and there was no use in fighting him.

"I said stop!" I shouted at him as I slapped him in the face.

Grabbing me by my throat, Stefan must have been bipolar cause his mood swings were terrible.

"Well isn't this a fun time." Our heads whipped over to the voice we heard.

"Well hello Stefan." An older lady to stood in the door frame and looked at us both.

With him distracted and I shoved him off me and walked away.

"That's it." I whispered to myself and went to Zamilia's room

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