“I thought you finally learned your lesson. Then I get home to find my men dead. YOU KILLED my fucking men, made me look weak,” Lucca screams.
My face is crusted and swollen from the beating he has given me.
Chains wrapped around my waist, feet, and hands, securing me to a metal chair in this empty warehouse.
I spit the blood from my mouth, as my one good eye sees Kylie's body lying helplessly on the floor.
“Let her go, Lucca, she has nothing to do with this,” I say to him.
“She helped you, she fucking hid you from me. And to top it all I find out you are fraternizing with my sworn enemy, your family that turned their back on you. The same family that now has my daughter.”
He grips my hair and I stare into his angry face. I wish he was ugly, I wish he smelled bad and his breath was rancid but it is not true.
He is clean, his beige formal pants and leather shoes don't fit in this warehouse, but his personality does.
Kylie groans, and as I stare at my monster I know that she doesn't deserve what is going to be done to her.
would want me to fight, not
would want me to
I am not worthless.
of pain well, that angers me to spit in his
nothing to you, same like me. we are victims,
it is that laugh that
down. As long as I live
hardens as his cold smile that once
me falling at his feet in need now
“'till death Wife.”
He WALKS off.
with the girl as you want, but leave my wife alone,
slams and
the men
don't have a choice,” Marone, Lucca's top soldier says
the pain but from the hopelessness