Chapter 6

Ginevra

I felt confused as I scanned the man from head to toe. He looked like the bad boy type who claimed they were bad but would shriek if a gun were to be pointed at his head. He had on a black pants that hung below his butt, no shirt on, a couple of huge gold necklaces and an ear piercing with a Huge T on it.

“What are you talking about?”I asked already feeling angry. 

“Dude, you seriously don’t know what I’m talking about?”

“The way your body looked in those pictures, made you the number one star all across porn websites.”He stated as he eyed my body with a filthy smile.

“Maybe, we can link up at my pla-

Before he could finish what he was saying, I grabbed my glass of freshly squeezed refreshing orange juice and threw it at his face. 

I wished I had brought a  gun with me.

“Yo chill B, I'm just trying to get to know you”

I paid money in cash and left the restaurant not wanting to dive on this irritating man and stab him to death with a fork leaving every customer with a traumatizing experience that they would never eat food in a restaurant again. 

The waitress came running after me.

“I’m so sorry about what happened in there,” She said and handed me a paper bag. 

“I bet you knew about those pictures,” I replied calmly already knowing my answer since her face flushed bright red. 

I grabbed the paper bag from her hand and quickly walked away not waiting for her response.

I peeked inside the paper bag and noticed a chocolate donut. I threw it away in a trash can, I hate the taste of chocolate, it's way too sweet, and every time it reached my taste buds, I felt like I was diabetic. 

I stopped a taxi, and got in.

Leonardo is really an asshat. He didn’t touch my body because I didn’t give him consent because I wasn’t sober but that asshole took pictures of me and even worst posted it on social media platforms. It’s time, I really kill him. I don’t need my father or Jason to tell me when I should or shouldn’t.

I should have killed him back at the hotel.

I was beyond pissed and hated the fact back there I trusted him. I looked at the messages from Amelia and found out the little cunning demon who gave out my information to the press was no other than Jason the crook.

If I spoke to my father about it, maybe then he would kill this idiot or I might just have to do it myself.

I got off the taxi and inhaled the fresh air, in order not to get angrier thinking about what Leornado did. I got a text from Amelia’s brother asking about my photos on the porn website and he wanted to find out who did it. I agreed, although

I already knew who did it.

I called Kyle my father’s driver to bring me home. My thoughts lingered on ways I could torture Leornado and find a way to capture him alone without any weapons. I could cut off all his fingers, drill a nail in his forehead perhaps break every bone in his body.

As soon as I stepped inside the house, I could smell the awful scent of a burning body inside the house. The younger me would have gagged and thrown up, but I knew it was my father’s work of the familiar dark aura.

I entered his office and noticed a burnt body on the ground.

“Took you long enough. Did you enjoy your round eighteen or even fifty” His voice boomed angrily.

“What are you talking about?” I was bewildered.

“You know what I’m talking about Ginevra”

I scrunched my nose from the awful scent of old blood from him as he came closer.

“I always knew you were a little whore, but I didn’t expect you to go after the Bianchi’s enemy”

“What are you talking about?”I asked seriously.

I yelped as he grabbed me by my hair and slammed me into the wall. He grabbed me by the neck and turned my face forcibly to stare at the dead body.

“I caught a member of our family staring lustfully at your porn pictures, Ginevra”

I stared at the lifeless burnt body on the ground. Am I supposed to care?

“I’m gonna take you to a gynecologist, to stitch you up, maybe then you’ll keep your legs closed”

My eyes widened at his words, usually I wouldn’t plead with him for  punishment but he had no right to punish me since I did nothing wrong.

I got on my knees and begged him not to do it.

“Please father, don’t do this, I’m a virgin and not a whore”

His eyes darkened, and I knew instantly it pleased him. He loved it when people begged for his mercy, he loved when he tortured them to death and they begged on their knees not wanting to die.

I heard of the husband stitch before, the extra stitch women get after giving birth and the husband wanting a stitch so that it could feel tighter which is very painful to women but this one was on another level a total stitch up.

“I find that very hard to believe” He replied.

He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. This time I felt like the weak little girl back in the past who had no say in whatever her father decided. I struggled in his arms and hit his back furiously trying to escape.

He flew me inside of the car in the backseat causing my head to hit against the window. The car drove off instantly and he sat in the front seat next to his loyal companion Kyle.

Of course, Kyle wouldn’t tell me about this!

I fought with the door trying to escape and banged against the window.

“Get me out!”I yelled at my father.

Will I be able to survive this?

My womanhood is gonna be gone! I want a child someday, when I’m free from this horrible place.