The Don's Daughter: Love & Betrayal

Nineteen

Marianna

I feel dizzy and my body has frozen. This isn't happening. Not now. All these years I feared Padre would do this. Force me to be with some asshole just to make a point. It was the reason I slept with Paulo. Somehow I wanted to be in control of at least one thing in my life. Who I gave my virginity to mattered. I didn't want one of Padre's guys to take it forcefully because there was no way I would ever be with anyone who works for him. When he found out he raised hell, but it was already done. There was nothing he could do about it. And with that stupid thought came the realization that he could never hurt me that way.

Now as I'm standing here while this guy rips my dress, it hits me that I was delusional. There are so many ways this man could hurt me and not just physically. The world might know me as his daughter but he doesn't give a crap about that. I mean what father out there sits in a corner and watches as some guy undresses his daughter while getting ready to abuse her? I'll tell you what kind of father does that. The cruel, evil and sadistic father. A man like Padre who sold his soul to the devil a long time ago. I shift my eyes from him to the guy in front of me. He almost looks bored, like he'd expected something better.

His expression snaps me out of it. If this asshole is bored then he can go out there and find a woman that's willing to entertain him because I sure as hell ain't. Raising my hand, I smack his head with my purse, hard. He blinks, clearly not expecting that and his eyes flash. That isn't good. I don't know what I was expecting, maybe for my purse to suddenly turn into Thor's hammer or something since my hit did nothing to him. I have no other weapon to attack him with. Dropping my purse, I use all my strength to shove him back then punch him.

The transformation that takes place chills me to the bone. All of a sudden he's not bored. It's as if he was dead and has come back to life, like punching him gave him a jolt and now he's all powered up.

"Oh, I like it when they fight back. I really really like it" he says rubbing his hands together. His voice is rough and it makes me pull my dress together, covering my bare chest. I hate that I chose today, of all days not to wear a bra.

"Don't you dare lay your filthy hands on me you asshole" I take a step back hoping I can make it to the door soon. I know Paulo is on the other side. I just need to get there.

"I think I might enjoy you the best. The previous ones fought, but they didn't have the same look you do in their eyes. I like that lady, very much"

"I swear if you touch me again I'll kill you" another step. I'm so close. This room isn't that big, I can get to the door before he realizes that I'm just stalling him. But then he takes a step forward forcing me to turn around and run. I'm a few inches away from the door, when he grabs my hair and jerks my head back. Letting go of my dress, I reach out, stretching my hand so that I can get to the door knob. My fingers graze it and I think that I've made it but then he pulls me back, throwing me behind him. I land on the floor, scraping my elbows on the rough surface.

I don't have time to get up because he's on top of me. Bracing his knees on either side of my hips and I'm trapped. This man is not Carina whom I can push off me easily. He's heavy, has almost fifteen or twenty pounds on me and he's determined. This isn't like the fight I had with Carina. It's different and so much worse. But I won't go down without a fight. I forget that Padre is in the room and start hitting, scratching, punching, anything that can do some damage on him so he'd get off me.

When I realize my attempts are futile, I start panicking and yell for Paulo. Forgetting that this is a nightclub and that on the other side of that door, he won't hear me. I'm probably wasting my time but I have to try. Meanwhile, this guy has already torn my panties. I'm throwing my hands in every direction and without realizing it, my fist connects with his nose. We both freeze, him in shock and me in horror as I watch his disgusting grin turn into a snarl. He's done playing or whatever it is he was doing. Drawing his hand back, he slaps me so hard that I feel the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I'm pretty sure the slaps Padre gave me earlier have left a hand print on my face and you'd think this guy would have some decency not to hit me but he doesn't stop at one.