You Are Mine

Chapter Fifty Two

Arabella slowly opened the door. Walking in hesitantly, she scanned her surroundings and saw Ivan's back towards her.

Arabella clearly didn't think this through. She went with her instincts and grabbed a gun off a table but noticed it wasn't a regular gun like Antonio's.

She walked in front of him to see he's asleep, so unfazed by what he's done. That's when all the anger came back to her.

She blamed Antonio for putting her in this situation when in actual fact, it was Ivan. Antonio didn't make Ivan hurt her. Antonio didn't make Ivan rape her! That was all Ivan.

All Antonio has ever done, is love her.

How could she have been so stupid?

She walked up to his tied up body. He looked just like Arabella had when she was in his position.

Arabella put the gun to his hand, and pulled the trigger.

He woke up screaming in pain. It was then that she saw it was a nail gun, and his hand had a nail in it.

Ouch.

He looked at her furiously but it soon changed to a smirk. "I've been waiting for you, Arabella. Surprised it took you so long."

"Shut up. I am going to ask you a few questions, and the only thing I want coming out of your mouth is answers," she snapped, using the same words he used on her all those weeks ago.

He rolled his eyes but Arabella continued.

"Why... didn't you just kill me when you saw that I wouldn't give you information on Antonio?"

He let out a raspy chuckle, probably due to a dry throat.

"I suppose your next question will be why did I 'rape' you? Well, the answer's simple. You couldn't do anything about it," he said cockily.

How could he say such a thing! Where was his morals. She was so mad that she hit him on the head with the handle of the nail gun.

"How dare you, you pig!"

One hit on his head.

"Do you know what you took from me that month!"

Another hit.

"You tore me apart when I was younger!"

One more hit.

"And now you broke me even further!"

Arabella was so blinded by her rage that by the time she actually did stop, she was covered in blood, and Ivan's face was mutilated.

Arabella no longer felt unsafe. All Ivan was, is bad luck. She should have known she shouldn't have trusted him knowing her past.

Arabella put the nail gun down on the tray she found it, and walked back to the door, only to freeze in her tracks.

Antonio was leaning against the frame of the door. His arms crossed as he never once took his eyes off of her. Arabella didn't know what to say so she just walked up to him. He pulled her towards his body and picked her up.

Arabella wrapped her legs around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder. Eventually, they made it back to his room and he placed her on a chair in his bathroom.

"Antonio."

He was taking off her clothes as well as his own. "Thank you for being so patient with me." He placed a soft kiss on her cheek, making Arabella blush.

Well, now's a good a time as any to tell him the truth. She can't keep hiding away from him, he has to know eventually.

"He raped me."