Somehow, it made Inéz burst out laughing. For a Made Man he was really bad at getting information. He was basing everything on what he had seen and it clearly wasn’t enough when he hadn’t even been able to learn her real name.
A sharp blow to her cheek made her expression change at once.
"Answer my fucking question, bitch!" he yelled, slowly returning the knife to its holster. And with rage written all over his face, he dragged her out of the room by the hair and threw her on the chair right outside the room next-door.
Inéz refused to show him the amount of pain she was feeling. "I’m Inéz Díez," she confessed.
"Falcone enrolled a stupid teenager to get rid of me? Are you fucking joking?" he laughed bitterly. There was no need to explain any further who she was. Her name was known because of Lynette. "Some kind of Capohe is. All those soldiers, assassins, and his stupid but brutal brother, and he sent a girl to do his bidding."
"You’d be glad to know that I am an initiated member of the Famiglia."
To say that all the men in the room were shocked would be an understatement. It was something they would have never imagined happening in the history of the Cosa Nostra. The Bratva used women, as well as the Triad and Yakuza, but the American-Sicilian mafia hadn’t so far.
"No wonder people are fucking done with Falcone if he allows weak ones in. He couldn’t recognize true potential if it stared back at him. Initiating you is just another example."
She sneered, narrowing her eyes at the man behind Gastone. He kept laughing at the whole situation, which probably wouldn’t be happening if he was in charge. It was one of the Bratva members whom she’d already met before - Ivan. There would be no talking, and she would die the second he got his hands on her. No bargaining. She was well aware of that.
"Let me guess, choosing Elio as Noah’s soldier is another one?"
Gastone chuckled, pressing his hands to each side of her body. A painful grip that would leave bruises for a long time. "Neither of my sons would be a good idea, however, Fabro would have been a better choice, if you ask me. But they got their whore of a mother’s genes, so they get themselves screwed over and over again. Falcone would have done the same with you." he stated. "I will save you that torture and a broken fucking heart," he whispered menacingly as his hand travelled up her face.
She flinched, turning her head away from his disgusting touch. But it didn’t change much. However, she refused to look his way. Soon, she was left alone with the Capodecina. And she recognized the paralyzing fear all too well.
The hunger in his eyes was just as visible as always.
To Inéz’s terror, he pulled out the knife once again, but this time he didn’t hesitate to use it. Brushing his fingers against her dress, he pulled it up, revealing her underwear all the way up to her stomach and chest. Then he ripped the fabric, leaving her body fully exposed and at the man’s mercy. The blade slid over her smooth skin, cutting it open from rib to hip. A deafening scream sounded in the room, mixing with the piercing pain that had her eyes swimming in unspilled tears. But her body’s suffering was nothing compared to the feeling of having her heart shatter at the bleakness of her situation. She was alone and no one was there to save her.
Lynette’s words sounded in her head.
You need to be able to save yourself. Don’t ever count on others because you will be met with hurtful disappointment.
All she had was her fire, but even that was fading away into nothingness. Should she even keep on praying for someone to help her? Or should she start begging for a quick death?
The slashes got deeper and deeper, and soon there were too many to count. "Fuck you," she screamed, letting all the anger out in an attempt to cope with the pain.
"I intend to, doll," he said, biting her ear slightly.
Bile rose in her throat, and if she hadn’t been too anxious the whole day to eat, she would have puked all over him. She wished she had. Maybe it would have momentarily stopped him.
He threw the knife back, and it got stuck in the wooden doors with a loud thud.
Gastone squeezed her face, forcing her to look at him. "All this fake innocent act. Maybe you should finally put it to some good use," he spat in disgust.
Her eyes held a clear refusal.
He grabbed her and pulled her up from the chair, viciously throwing her to the floor. Her back slammed against the cold, hard concrete. She cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks as she had no control over them anymore. There was nothing left inside her. No will, no strength. And worst of all - no hope. Of seeing her brother, parents, Drew, Isaac, or Noah. There was just nothing but a terrifying void that beckoned her closer to the abyss.
The man’s chest heaved up and down. "I will finally get a taste of that. After giving your ass to Falcone, you should get to experience a real man at least once in your soon-to-be-over life."
He undressed quickly, and seeing his naked form tower over her made her want to scream out for help once again. But her voice got stuck in her throat. And as he lowered himself onto her, she tried to push him off. However, she couldn’t move. Crippling pain shot up her back, leaving her unable to move any part of her body. Not her hands, or her legs. Just as when she had been younger. It was the exact same feeling.
"You will like it, doll. I promise," he said as he began
