Angelina’s POVLucas finally released his harsh hold on my arms as he turned around to lock the front door with the key he took from Mathew earlier.Why he was locking it if we were just going to talk? I had a very, sinking, bad, awful, dreadful feeling about the answer to that question.He turned back around and addressed me strictly “Move inside”I pursed my lips and started walking inside the house into the living room that was open with the small dining room on the opposite side.“Sit down” he ordered behind me when I stopped in the middle of the living room.I moved and sat at the single couch, by the unlit fire place. I was freezing cold and I wasn’t talking about the actual cold dread of being left alone with Lucas, I was honestly freezing cold, and shaking like a leaf with the whole chattering teeth and shivering heart. Our little altercation outside got me soaking wet as I ended up being the one pinned down right on the snowy, freezing ground.He moved silently and thankfully
Lucas’s POVAs I sat there watching her tell her story, there was no part of me that even doubted the truthfulness and honesty behind every word.Not even my psycho side doubted that sincerity and that immense pain that was pouring out of her like a flood, hitting me and hurting me alongside her.This time, her story made total sense. There were no gaps. No question marks.It was finally her truth.But she was positive that I wouldn’t believe her anymore because of her previous lies to me and more importantly, because she’s Zade’s daughter.She knew how much I want the son of a bitch to pay for everything, and the only reason she kept her mouth shut all this time, the only reason she was scared out of her mind about her identity coming to light was because she knew I will use her in any way I can to get back at him, regardless of her innocence. Regardless of the fact that this girl had absolutely nothing in common with him. She never even met him.I was so fucking lost on what to do h
Lucas’s POV“Absolutely not!” My mom says frantically in reaction to hearing my plan.Part of my plan that is, not all of it, because I was absolutely sure that she was going to hit me if she hears the whole thing. So I had to hide some little details from her.After I told everyone Angelina’s story, I saw how much they all sympathized with her, especially mom who started crying for her right away.“Why not? It will all be an act, she will understand that once it’s over” I said rationally.“Just tell her what you want to do, and ask for her permission” mom said strictly.“I can’t do that! She’s a horrible liar and we can all attest to that. It won’t work if she knows” I argued.“Then find another way” mom said flatly.I rolled my eyes “There is no other way. That’s the best way to get the son of a bitch here and deep down, you know it”“She’s been through enough Lucas! You cannot put her through this again. She’s been broken so many times already!” she said emotionally.I try not to l
Angelina’s POVThe wait for a reply was torturous.Lucas didn’t bother to look at me the whole time we were waiting for a response.He just sat on the sofa across from me and played candy crush on his phone, smiling every now and then when he made a victorious move.Just when I think that I’ve seen every crazy, deranged side of him, he surprises me again.After about ten minutes; which surely felt like ten hours to me, his phone started ringing.He looked at me with a smirk as he got up and said playfully “Looks like daddy got our cute little selfie together, finally”He supported his phone on the vase that was on the middle of the coffee table in front of me before he swiped to answer the video call, then moved to stand behind me.I blinked through my watery eyes to see who was staring at us through the screen and was met with a very angry looking old man. Probably in his late forties with deep blue eyes, a black trimmed bear, and clean shaved head.The deep blue eyes left no flicker
Angelina’s POVLucas picked up the phone from the coffee table then hid it inside his pocket.He stood in front of me but I didn’t bother to look up into his eyes.I was shaking from head to toe, breathing very hard, and crying silently.Very slowly and tentatively, he started to remove the duct tape from my mouth.Then he crouched down in front of me and started cutting the tapes binding my legs to the chair.He stayed there, kneeling in front of me and said sincerely “I’m sorry, I had to be convincing Angel”I finally looked at him with an angry glare, his eyes were extremely anguished, they stopped me from blowing up on him and kicking the hell out of him for what he did to me, and what he put me through.His expression left me quite confused.Why did it sound like he regretted what he did?Regretted my ass! The fucking asshole put his hands all over me!“You’re not sorry, you fucking enjoyed it!” I said hysterically.He winced and said in a small voice “Believe me, I didn’t. Not w
Lucas’s POV My heart caught on fire at watching Angelina break in my mom’s arms like that. It was on fire not only because of the those deep, painful sobs she was releasing, but because I was the main reason for all that pain and anguish, and I hated myself immensely for being the cause for her suffering. I will never be able to forget the way she was screaming, whimpering, and sobbing when I was tracing my fingers over the fabrics of her bra and underwear. I felt like a fucking animal. The way she looked at me after I freed her from her binds was killing me. But I felt just slightly better after she was convinced that I didn’t mean anything else other than convince Zade that I will not have mercy on her. That she will be safe with me from now on. There was still a little suspiciousness lingering in there but there was also a flicker of trust and hope. “Oh honey. I’ve got you, you’re going to be okay, I promise” mom said emotionally as she ran her hands over Angelina’s back sooth
Angelina’s POVI get out of the bathroom after a long, much needed shower.April gave me multiple new sets of underwear and bras. In addition to socks, hair ties, a couple of pants, jeans, shirts, and sweaters.I was surprised when I saw her laying them all on the bed shortly after I went inside my room before I headed into the shower.“Oh April, I don’t need all of these, you really didn’t have to” I said shyly.She smiled at me genuinely and said “It’s no big deal, I have tons and tons of clothes. Most of them, I haven’t even worn yet”“Well, glad you do because… um… your white sweater is kind of ruined. I hope it wasn’t your favorite” I said in a small voice as I chewed on my lower lip.She shook her head and said without being fazed “No, it wasn’t. Don’t worry about it. Do you need anything else? those were the things that came to my mind. You can tell me or mom if there is anything else you need, and don’t be shy about it. Like my mom said, you’re part of our family, and I kind o
Angelina’s POVI wear a navy blue jogger pants and a grey fitting sweater then take a look at myself in the mirror.My face was paler than usual. I had some dark circles under my eyes that I never had before. I looked like shit, and it wasn’t surprising given everything that happened to me recently.My hair was damp but when I took a look around the bathroom and the room searching for a diffuser to dry it, I couldn’t find it.I headed out of my room, about to knock on April’s room to ask her for one when I ran directly into Lucas, just outside my door.He was standing in the middle of the hallway looking a little nervous.His eyes snapped to meet mine and I noticed him checking me out from head to toe before he went back to gazing at my face.I also couldn’t help myself as I took a general look at him too.He looked like he just stepped out of the shower himself. His hair was still damp, he was wearing black loose pants and a black hoodie.“Are you feeling better now?” he asked quietl