Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“We’re gonna have some fun with you baby...you want that, don’t you?” I shake my head, looking up into a pair of dark eyes. There is no emotion, no caring nature in those eyes, just pure lust, and I know then that the two men before me are monsters.
I look past the two figures in front of me and realize that they’ve left the door open behind them. Hope blooms inside me. They take another step forward...they’re much too close now, and I know if I want to survive this I need to do something. Fighting the ache in my muscles my body starts to move on its own. I jump up from the mattress trying to run past them, but even drunk the men are faster than I am. I barely make it a couple of feet before one of them grabs me by the arm yanking me backward.
The Luca man pushes me into the second guy’s arms. Panic swarms me, my chest heaves up and down and still through it all I know that I need to fight them even if my chances of escaping are slim...I’m not going to go out without fighting.
I might not have the strength I need to overpower them but I have long nails and I use them to my advantage at that moment lashing out with my hand sinking them into his ugly face, well slashing downward. He hisses out in pain, and I relish in that sound.
Of course, he rewards me by backhanding me across the face, pain radiates across my jaw, the impact of the hit making my head snap back. Tears fill my eyes, and before I can recover my arms are roughly twisted behind my back, making me cry out in pain. I can barely see through the treacherous tears spilling out from my eyes, but from what I can see I know I got the bastard good. Five bloody scratches line his face and I almost smile, almost.
“You're going to fucking regret doing that you whore.” Another slaps lands on my face, the pain intensifies, and before I can even get my bearings my dress is being ripped down my body in one furious pull, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.
“Fuck look at that little body...I bet she’s tight.” The Luca man grips me by the chin, his fat fingers digging into skin. I snarl my lip and spit right in his face. He looks at me with murderous rage, and I wonder if this is where I’m going to die.
He wipes a hand down his face and with that same hand he punches me. Literally punches me. My jaw aches at the impact and the copper taste of blood filling my mouth.
“Please...please stop…” I cry...I try to wiggle out of their hold but my futile attempts just seem to ag them on. The one behind me is grinding his erection into my backside and the one in front of me starts smiling while he squeezing my boobs painfully. When one of his hands travel down between my legs roughly grabbing me there another rush of anger floods my system giving me just a little bit more strength.
I grit my teeth and push through the pain. In my final attempt to fight them I throw my head back as hard as I can hitting the guy behind me somewhere in the face. He releases me with a grunt and I use that moment to bring my knee up and kick the guy in front of me between the legs. He falls to the floor, a number of swear words fill the air. Without looking back I bolt towards the door and out into a well-lit hall. I’m out… I’m outside of the cell. I glance back at the man over my shoulder and see out of the corner of my eyes that I can see through the mirror into my cell like it’s a window.
They’ve been watching me this whole time...watching me, seeing me struggle, and cry. Adrenaline floods my body, forcing me forward. I start running, without thought to even where I’m going, only that I need to get away from those men. I hear someone following behind me, heavy footsteps, and words in a language I don’t understand.
Once I reach the end of the hallway I take a sharp turn around the corner ready to pick up speed. Instead, I slam into a wall…or what I think is a wall. When I lift my eyes I discover that it isn’t really a wall, but a wall of muscled chest.
All the air leaves my lungs at the impact and my knees almost buckle underneath me. Strong arms grip onto me, engulfing me in warmth...in safety. My hands land flatly on his huge chest, and I curl my fingers into his shirt when I hear the two men trying to hurt me approach behind us.