Bad Bitch (ON HOLD)

The Wrath of a Santos

Santino's P.O.V

My ears were ringing and everything around me sounded distant. Queens agonizing screams were the most distinct noise out of all the noises. I couldn't bare the sound of her screaming for my pain. Her father and oldest brother have been beating me bloody as punishment for killing their brother. I think my left leg was broken and I couldn't see out of my right eye. Weakly I raise my head to look at Queen. Tears were streaming down her face like a river as she struggled against her brother and sister. She was fighting hard struggling to get out of their grip, they could barely hold her back from getting to me. Another sickening punch was delivered to my jaw causing my head to snap to the side. I groan and spit the blood out on the ground as Queen falls to the floor sobbing. Prince and Santos wipe their sweat and my blood off looking at Queen with an intense gaze. Without a word Queens father and all her sibling leave, with no hesitation she scrambles over to me gently cupping my face. Hell, her skin felt like heaven on mine. She silently cried occasionally sniffling as she took in the damage. Even then she looked beautiful. She untied my restraints and just sat there staring for a moment.

"Please stop-" I cough the pain on my side pulsing and aching. It all only seemed to be getting worse but ofcourse I wouldn't tell her that. "Please stop crying Queen" I say after my coughing fit.

"Look at what they did to you" she whispers her green eyes glassy with tears.

"Nothing that I don't deserve." I hold her hand weakly I felt stupid. "I'm so sorry Queen." I pause she didn't deserve this. She deserved better. "I don't know what I was thinking, it's just-" she hushes me shaking her head.

"I don't wanna hear it, just let me help you up to our room okay?" As she speaks I find myself mesmerized. I nod my head bracing myself. "Can you walk?" I shrug. I didn't know. She gets a firm grip on me hoisting me to my feet. I attempt to take a step on my own and stumble a little. She rushes to my aid but my pridefulness opted me to refuse her help.

"I got it" I say a little to aggressive. She looks at me watching me for a moment before she stomps up the stairs angrily. Sighing deeply I limp my way to our room. Every part of my body was sore. When I enter the room my gaze falls on Queen and her very large suit case.

"What's this?" I grumbled already displeased by the sight.

"I told you already I'm leaving"

I scoff at her plopping on the bed. "Where?" I ask my throat tightening. I knew all the answers but I didn't want to accept it. Life without her would be hell. I gotten so used to her being around me I never thought of a time when she wouldn't be. And it hurt knowing that she wasn't going to be by my side anymore. She opened her mouth to speak but her father swings the bedroom door open abruptly scowling at me.

"Time to go Queen" she closed her mouth zipping up her suitcase. She kept her head casted down her curly mane hiding her face from us both. It was a thing she did when she was feeling to emotional.

It was only a glimpse, but I caught the way her father looked at her. Pure adoration, he truly would do anything for her and you could see it in his eyes. But what he didn't know was I would do the same. He waited at the doorway until she walked past him and down the stairs. He slowly approached me closing the door behind him locking it. My heart rate immediately picks up my adrenaline pumping. I heard about what this man can do, he was the reason my father was weak as he was.

"You know if it weren't for my daughter." He starts his words slow and tangled with his Spanish accent. He reaches in his pockets and pulls out a six inch switch blade. "You'd be a dead man." He stalks around me observing, watching for any weakness. "It would break her little heart if I killed you. So, I'll say this once" he grips my hair yanking my head back pressing the cold blade against the skin of my neck. "Stay away from my daughter. You Vitale's are no good." He says slow leaving a hot burning trail on my neck with the edge of the blade. He walks toward the door with his back to me, and that spoke louder then words. He wasn't afraid of me.