Chapter Six

♕—Delilah

Evangeline looked me up and down. "Is she wearing her wedding gown?" then some kind of realization dawned on her face. "Is she the princess from the royal wedding that I specifically told you not to kidnap?!" she turned to her boyfriend.

I nodded hysterically. "I am, I am the princess. They drugged me and brought me here and they had been torturing me ever since"

"TORTURING YOU?!" the driver shouted, taking a threatening step my way.

"Scott!" Evangeline snapped at him and then again faced her boyfriend.

"Evangeline, I never promised you that I won't kidnap her"

She frustratedly threw her arms in the air. "Nikolai, you can not kidnap an innocent just because you hate her father and fiancé. Kidnap the father, torture him not her"

"We hadn't been torturing her, Evangeline," Lorenzo spoke and my eyes widened at how soft his voice was, how gently he talked to her, and how he looked at her like she was the only person in the room.

Is he in love with his boss's pregnant wife?

I noticed how they all were acting differently with her. They cared for her and I could use that. I could use that care to my advantage.

"He is lying! They tried to freeze me to death and then roast me alive, they had flooded this cell more than four times now. There was water up to my nose, I couldn't breathe!"

Nikolai's eyes turned feral, he glared at his pregnant girlfriend as she glared right back. "I'm keeping her till her father and her fiancé remember who they messed with"

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Fine, keep her but not like this. Let's take her up in our home"

I know the men around us looked like they had no intention to let me go, heck, I knew it wasn't going to be this easy but at least if I'm up there in the house with them maybe, I can escape.

He laughed darkly, dry amusement clear on his face. "If you think that I'd allow this creature in my home while my wife is seven months pregnant, then you're fucking wrong, Evangeline. I don't bring strangers into my home"

Wife? Then I noticed the wedding rings in their hands.

She lifted a shoulder. "You brought me to your home without even knowing me."

"Because it was you," he said as a matter of factly.

"You didn't know me back then" she shot back mimicking his tone.

"You were innocent," he pointed his finger at me. "She is anything but innocent. What if she tries to hurt you?"

"I won't..." I shook my head immediately but regretted it as four pairs of dark, murderous eyes glared at me.

"I. Don't. Trust. Her."

"Fine, then she will live with one of your men where she can breathe and not get tortured because I know what goes on down here!"

"I don't trust anyone enough to—"

She cut him off. "Except for these three, Marco, Lorenzo, and Scott"

"Hand her to me, I will keep her like the princess that she is" the guy named Scott smiled at me maliciously.

"Or me, we can have fun, right little princess" Marco uttered mirroring the same evil smile that was on Scott's face.

Evangeline frowned at both of them and then faced me. "You choose..."

And suddenly I was rendered speechless. I didn't want to choose either of them, I wanted to choose her, so I did.

"I want to live with you"

Before Evangeline could speak, her husband cut in. "She's not an option"

The threatening hint in his voice made a shudder from my feet travel to my head. I glanced back at the three men that looked like the most dangerous man in the entire world as my options.

Two of them were smirking, looking me up and down as if I was a piece of meat but Lorenzo wasn't. He kept looking at his boss's wife.

Out of the three of them, I interacted the most with Lorenzo, although he doesn't really speak. He glanced at me and our eyes met; I shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold, it was because of the intensity of his stare.

He slightly shook his head, telling me not to pick him. I don't know if it was a warning or a threat or anything else. My eyes went back to the other two, the guy named Scott shamelessly eye-raped me, and the other guy, Marco, pulled at his crotch.

No, no, no...

I raised a trembling finger and pointed at Lorenzo. Evangeline's eyes followed where I was pointing and she smiled. "I would have chosen him too" she whispered to me and turned to Lorenzo, I refused to look at him again. "Lorenzo, is it alright with you?"

"Do you want me to keep her?" he asked her, still with a gentle voice and I kept my eyes on my dirty, swollen feet.

"Yes..."

"Then I will keep her in my house. Don Niko, she won't be able to escape."

Don Niko? Don Niko?

Then I remembered where I had heard his name. Alexander's birthday party, four months ago. Alexander was talking about Don Niko to papa. I have seen papa shiver from his name. My papa, King Octavius, a tyrant, and ruthless King is afraid of Don Niko.

I suddenly felt like they indeed have not tortured me. I have heard stories about the mafia, gruesome and gory stories that made me realize, I had it easy.

"Come on, let's go upstairs"

"But—"

"No, buts, she will stay with Lorenzo until we decided what to do with her. You will come with me upstairs and rest"

He stepped out of the cell along with his wife, leaving me alone with three wolf-like men. I swallowed, stepping back as Scott encircled me like a hungry predator.

"You didn't choose me, princess, instead you chose a monster. I could have taken care of you, you know..." he stopped right behind me and breathed down my neck. My insides trembled with fear but I stood my ground, refusing to cower away in their presence. "I could have shown you a really good time but you chose him. He is a fucking monster and he will rip you apart" he chuckled. "And I'm not just talking about your little pussy"

Marco leaped closer to me, standing in front of me. I stepped back and my body slammed into Scott's hard one. He grabbed my waist from behind and Marco grabbed my arms, they both held me, restricting my movement and restraining me. They were so strong. I couldn't get out.

"You know, nothing is stopping us from ripping those dirty rags off your body and taking you right here on this floor. You snitched on us, princess, we don't like snitches"

I won't cry. I won't beg. I won't cower away. I won't. I won't. I won't.

Marco's hand went to my breast and before he could touch it, I spat on his face. That's all I could do, that's all I could do to defend myself, my honor.

He cringed, stepping away. Scott also threw me forward over the dirty sheets on the floor. My knees hit the concrete and I still didn't make a sound. Marco wiped his face multiple times and then faced me once more. "You filthy, disgusting—"

"Marco."

Lorenzo's voice stopped them, both of them.

"Evangeline made her my responsibility. Don't!"

I glared at him, now he decided to speak up. What about when they both were groping me?!

That's all, that's all he said before they both stepped back, glaring at me like I was the most disgusting human being they had ever encountered.

"Teach this bitch a lesson for me, will ya?" Marco said to him.

"I will..."

Two words, just two words, and I realized...

I won't get out of here alive.