Diego I wipe my face clean, and order one of my men to drag his body outside and toss it in the desert somewhere where the animals can have a nice meal. Amongst this, I come to the stark realization that whether or not Vanessa betrayed me, she's fucking mine. And I won't let her get away so easily. She can run and she can hide, but I'll find her, even if I have to drag her back kicking and screaming. It's not like it's the first time. She has my ring on her finger, my collar around her neck...she'll always belong to me. Growing impatient with Nico taking too fucking long to call back, I decide to take matters into my own hands. "Leo, get Brian on the phone, now!" "This is her last known location. the phone is still there," Brian says, pointing to the computer where a dot flickers continuously on the screen. I should've put a tracking device in her. Why the fuck didn't I? I lean in closer. "This building looks abandoned. What was it before?" Sal glances over our sho
Vanessa I grit my teeth as Celeste presses another lit cigar against my skin. Despite blacking out from the pain in our earlier torture session, she merely splashed water on my face and resumed her merciless work. I'm starving and naked except for my collar, only because Celeste and Nathan couldn't get it off. I'm grateful for that, it's as if Diego is with me right now. My body is beaten, with cuts and burns everywhere. Let's just say my will to live has dramatically decreased in the last twenty-four hours. But I made a promise to Diego—that I wouldn't give up, that I'd do whatever it takes to get back to him. That's if they don't end up killing us both. Celeste casually places the cigar back between her lips, igniting it with a flick of her lighter. Clad in a cozy sweater and cardigan that somehow doesn't have a single drop of blood on them, she looks like a gentle, old woman, but she is anything but. Diego tried to warn me about her cruelty, but I had no idea she was this
Vanessa "She's so gorgeous, I didn't know you had a thing for chocolate. And those eyes," Nathan groans, making me gag. "Fuck. I can't wait to paint her skin with my cum." Diego, please don't watch this! I silently plead. With Diego on my mind, I manage to rip my face out of Nathan's grip. "Why don't you go fuck your mother and leave me alone, you sick fuck!" I spit out. He simply chuckles. "She's mouthy, I like her even more now. Diego, after you're dead, I might just keep this one for myself. The other one cries too much for my liking." Alicia. Emotion wells up in my throat. Have they been torturing her too? They haven't let me see her in person, but Nathan showed me a five second video of her sobbing in a room similar to this one. She looked unharmed, but who knows how long ago that was taken and what condition she's in now. Nathan rubs the head of his cock against my cheek, and I nearly vomit. "With this collar on your neck, I see he treated you like a little pampere
Diego I glare at Denis with disdain as I slowly stir my coffee with his detached finger. Sanitized, of course. With Brian's advanced technology, we were able to locate the van using the street cameras. We suspect it was either two or three men who abducted Vanessa but were only able to obtain clear footage of the driver's face. It took longer than I wanted it to, but we tracked the motherfucker down, and now at 2am, we're in his bedroom. He's securely tied to a chair while his two children are occupied in another room with Leo. I only brought Leo, Danny, and Leroy for this. The fewer men, the better since the house is located in the suburbs with other houses surrounding it. When I demanded his wife to bring me a cup of coffee, she begged me to spare her husband, but he didn't show my wife any mercy. Why the fuck should I? After, I sawed his fingers off right in front of her, her hysterical sobbing escalated into screams. Danny taped her mouth closed, so I wouldn't kill her
Diego "You see," I continue, the edge of my blade grazing her skin. "It takes a real piece of shit to be okay watching his wife get murdered right in front of his eyes. But it seems like you need more...motivation." I step away from her and motion to Leroy. "Bring the children in here," I bark. "Jefe?" His brows knit together in concern. Danny remains silent, but I can also see the worry in his expression. He won't speak on it because he's grateful I didn't kill him for what happened, but it wasn't his fault. I blame myself for not bringing her with me that day. Nathan was watching us, and pounced as soon as he knew she was alone. I know they all fear that I've lost my mind, and maybe I have, but they don't understand. Their families are safely at home, while my sister is in hiding for her protection, and my wife is being held hostage. "Now!" My harsh tone brooks no argument. Leroy exits the room briefly, returning with a small baby cradled in his arms, and Leo following
Vanessa I lay on the ground, numb and hollow, as Nathan takes from me for the third time today. Each assault leaves me too weak to resist. The first time he violated me, I bit his tongue as he forced it into my mouth, but the pain only fueled his aggression, making his next attacks even more brutal. The desire to end my life consumes me. I'm certain that a part of me has already died here, anyway. I feel so used; so contaminated. I keep thinking that just before we rushed back to save Alicia, Diego got rid of my birth control pills. What if Nathan ends up getting me pregnant? It's not like the disgusting creep has used condoms or even attempted to pull out. It's his sick way of marking me. You know, anything to make his mother happy. With his hot, harsh breath in my ear, he empties himself inside of me, his weight pressing down on me for what feels like an eternity until his breathing returns to normal. Please kill me already, I silently plead. All the hope I felt is gone,
VanessaNo. He's lying. Diego wouldn't do that! And then the realization strikes me like a bullet to the heart, stealing the breath from my lungs. That day on our honeymoon when he randomly asked about my mom...when he offered to put Mom's ashes in a bracelet...he must have known. He must have known all along. And he kept it from me. "W-Why would he do that?" I choke out. Nathan shrugs. "Perhaps he didn't want you to be angry that he's the one who prevented you from seeing your mother again. But if you ask me, he doesn't give a damn about you, Princesa." He passes me a photo from his pocket. I immediately recognize the back of Diego's head, and sitting across from him is a man in a suit with short, blonde hair. Glancing back up at Nathan, I furrow my brows in confusion. "Currently, your husband is meeting up with the Russian mafia for a business deal, knowing that his wife has been kidnapped. See, I guess with you out of the way, there's no longer bad blood between them."
Vanessa "What are you waiting for? Ride my big cock!" Nathan demands through clenched teeth. Grimacing, I gesture to the metal cuff around my ankle. "Sorry, it's kind of digging into my ankle. I know we both enjoy pain, but it's a little much," I say with feigned innocence. His eyes narrow, but he shoves me off him, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a key. After freeing my ankle, he orders me to get back on top of him. "You better ride it like you fucking mean it, or I'll take both your ass and pussy so hard, you'll need stitches after I'm done with you." Heeding his threat, I bury my rage beneath a mask of compliance as I bounce on his length, every movement rubbing my insides painfully raw. The lack of arousal is obvious as fuck, and I can feel Nathan's suspicion growing by the second. He's going to tell that I'm faking it. This plan is falling apart. And then I'll miss my opportunity and have to endure this nightmare all over again. Closing my eyes, I imagine Dieg