I don’t want to cry, I won’t cry at least not in front of his men. The monster leaves the room and shut the door behind him making me jump.
One of Marion's men,Troy, guides me to my suite. The suite is spacious with a big king-size bed, a big walk-in closet since he always wants me to look my best, like some sort of trophy he gets to show around his ass partners.There’s a huge two-doorway leading to the balcony, but I don’t go there all I’ll see are huge men with guns, patrolling the whole perimeter or shifting drugs.“ you okay madam,” I nod, taking off my dress. He sways his eyes away blushing and holding the back of his neck.“ Blushing, are we?” I tease moving closer, he looks for a moment taking me in. I walk past him taking off my thong, I like how he blushes troy is too cute for his good.I go to the bathroom and close the door. I sigh when I get in the bathtub, taking my time to scrub my body, and putting shampoo in my hair. A young woman comes in to help me with my hair.“ I like you, hair Miss,” indeed my hair is one of the things I like about myself these days, it’s long curly black hair. She continues to wash it but suddenly freezes and stands up and quietly exit the room.“Mario,” I sigh, leaning against the tub border,He bends down to kiss my forehead before coming to my lips but I move away, his every touch disgusts me.He holds my chin tightly, and I spit in his face.“ you know if you obey me things will be less difficult.” He sneers pushing me. “ I hate that you have to be so stubborn, Aviana,”“ I’ll always be until you let me go, please I’m so tired.”“ You’re mine, to hold, keep and fuck!”“ I’ll never be yours, never,” I tell him stubbornly. I wrap a towel around my body and let my wet hair down.I breathe when I leave the room we were both in, how have I survived this long with a monster? I need to leave soon and fast. I need to go to my mother but does she even care? she knows I am here, can't she at least try to fight for me, is money more important than her child?Is she well? Does she miss me? Think about me.Who took over papa’s business when he was killed, I don’t want my mother anyway near it, I don't want her at riskTwo years of torment, torture, and abuse I've endured just to keep her safe.Mario saw me when I just turned fifteen, I remember that day well, my father threw a very luxurious party at our home for all his associates, he was new in the drug cartel business, my father and I were also against it but we were poor so he was willing to do anything to make money, even deal with drugs. I lay on the bed closing my eyes as memories come flashing.
“ Mama, I don’t want to go,” I told my mother as she helped me in a blue dress, zipping it.“ Aviana, you have to be there my love, all those people are the people you’re going to work with in the future,” she smiled looking at me through the mirror and placing a sweet kiss on my hair. My mother looks happier now, she always hated poverty, she despised that we lived in a small house and didn't have much, she's a woman who always wanted more, jewelry, good food, the boat cruise just the good life but we couldn't afford it back then when your father is only a simple miner barely making enough, but we were happy, life is simple and there was no stress, no guns and no hundreds of men in our living room.“ Mama, I don’t want to,” I complain with a pout.I look at my mother who is looking at me beautifully, it is from her I got my flawless porcelain skin and my father’s jade eyes."Exactly one year ago we didn't have all these, can't you just be grateful?" she scolds, drinking her Champaign in a classy manner. I chuckle, since when are we this classy? Mama looks at the emerald necklace my father recently purchased for her, especially for this occasion, she does look like a queen in her high-waisted pants and high heels."Ser Rico te sienta bien," I tell her in Spanish, She smiles, looking in the mirror once more" English, Ava," I roll my eyes as I put on the new heels," being rich suits you," I repeat what I said earlier as we go downstairs.I look in awe at all the beautifully dressed people talking with glasses of champagne in their hands.“Papa,” I tap his shoulder, he turns to me with a smile, then kisses my cheek.“ Everyone this is my daughter, Aviana,” he tells his colleagues who slightly lower their heads to me. An intimidating mine appears in front of me,he is handsome with jet black hair and I blush, swallowing thickly." Hi, Beautiful, I'm Mario," His voice is deep and my breath hitches, Mario takes my hand and kisses it gently not breaking eye contact.“ Mr, Mario,” I repeat.Mario was older than me but made me feel hot and the butterflies in my stomach were relentless!Father talks to him for a while about their business, but Mario keeps glancing in my direction until Papa pushes me away gently. "Ve con tu Madre," he says not taking his eyes off Mario. I sigh and go to my mother.Thank you everyone for reading, Do recommend this book to others and read my other ones; THE LYCAN'S REJECTED BRIDE AND TWISTED ATTRACTION
Warning; this chapter contains sexual assault.I feel the bed deepen on my side but I don’t turn, closing my eyes. I don’t want his hands on me.“I know you’re awake,” he says, leaning to kiss my neck.“ please leave,” I beg in a small voice, I’m so exhausted. But he continues his assault on my neck turning me abruptly. I push him but he's strong. Mario hovers over me and rips my nightgown. I struggle under him but no it's no use. He’ll rape me again, he has been doing this since my nineteenth birthday.“ I fucking wish you couldn’t fight me all the damn time,” he slaps me, and my hands go to my stinging cheek. Angry tears stream down my face as he takes off his boxers. Taking off my shorts too.He comes back on top, positioning himself on me. I cry out as he violently enters me.“fuck,” he moans.He gets in and out of my at a frantic pace and tears pour down my face. I try to protest but he only hits me again. How did I ever think I could love him?“ You always feel fucking good,” he
Bang Bang Bang Bang. Bang I woke up to those sounds as I've done the past few years. My eyes flutter open but I'm forced to close them as the sunlight was blinding. “Good morning Miss, Ava,” My maid, Cecelia greets me with a smile. " Morning," I get out of bed and start to get ready for the day. Going to the bathroom, I wash my hair thoroughly and wash my body with oils. My skin should be perfect, and radiant because Mario likes it that way. The maid comes in here with a small frown on her face and gets on one knee, helping me as always. Finishing, we go to the closet where I pick out a two-piece floral dress but Cecilia protests, bringing out a short turtleneck dress. “ This one will look nice on you and it will cover the bruise on my shoulder," I nod and wear the dress she picked out for me and do my makeup, wearing my heels, I allow her to guide me downstairs. “ Where to?” I ask. “ Breakfast and then you are going to the doctor’s,” stop in my tracks, my heart pounding
Tears are streaming down my face, no one will help me, not even Troy.“ Boss the girls are arriving today we should start preparing,” he says, I know it’s just a way to help me.“ Don't worry Troy, I’ll leave soon just after she knows who she belongs to,” Mario sneers. looking at the small branding iron in one of the men’s eyes. I cry loudly when he walks towards me like I'm prey. My first instinct is to grab a gun from the floor he used to kill that man. I hold the gun tighter, pointing at him with fidgeting hands. I can kill him right here, right now and I will be gunned down as well but I have nothing to lose, my life is over. I flinch when he laughs.“ Put that down baby girl, you look horrible,” indeed, I’m scared and sweating. I’ve been here for a long time and this is the most scared I have been.“ do-don't come close,” I whisper stammering, between this gun and that brand iron, I’m more scared of the gun.BangBang. The boss doesn’t like anyone in his way, I remember the day my
'Ava, you are getting out tonight,' Troy explains the plan to me but I don't even listen, I'm so happy and scared. “ I can't believe I'll be seeing Mama,” I whisper happily. “ You can’t see her,” Troy says in a sympathetic tone. Why can't I see my mother when I've been separated from her for four years? “It's too dangerous. Once you leave Marion will hunt you down and we can’t have Sela in danger,” he finishes, and I nod in understanding. It’s safer this way.After Troy leaves my room, I find myself looking at the cottage where the girls are.…..The next morning, I don’t see Marion thank God. He's probably refraining from all the insults I’ll send his way. It’s been silent today, no gunshots or screams and I didn't leave the room. Cecelia comes to check on me after an hour and asks if I need anything. I switch off the tv and go to the window when I hear cars. Mario appears in my sight of the vision, wearing a suit and a hat, I must confess, he looks good.The cars stop and first
Mario hovers over me, kissing me savagely and I hold the glass tighter, without a care that it is hurting me. I don’t cry or resist. “Get off me!” I say softly but it's futile, his fingers caress my core and I shudder goes down my body. Expelling, I raise my hand and stab him, he looks shocked by this as blood flows and he slowly gets off me while holding his neck. I push him and he crashes into the wall." Bitch," He hisses, blood splattering from his mouth. I sit on the edge of the bed, enjoying as he trashes, trying to get help but it's futile, he's getting weak. A sense of comfort washes over me, knowing that he is suffering. It is not nearly enough, this bastard deserves great suffering. I get up from the edge and hit him hard across his face. Anger bubbles and I hit and kick him over and over again. He groans and begs me to stop in a weak voice but all I feel is pain. I kick him everywhere I can when I remember, I need to escape, if his men find him like this, they'll surely k
When we leave there are men everywhere but no one is coming here. Mikael takes us behind the cottage, and I gasp when I see a body brutally mutilated. How can someone kill him like that? I glance at Mikael who looks unbothered by the sight, and now I see a lot of them piled aside, those were guards looking after the girls. Resisting the edge to throw up, I continue walking, taking a deep breath. When one of the dead man's radios starts to ring, Mikael gets it“ what are you doing?” I hiss quietly, the girls are watching us scared, he signals me to keep quiet“còmo estàn las niñas?,” he looks at me expecting me to say something, great he can’t understand Spanish, I sigh telling him ' they are asking about the girls' I whisper but he is dumbfounded.“ todo es Bueno,” He whispers, trying to change his usual accent. The girls muffle laughs but he sounds terrible.Mikael leads us deep into the woods, using the back roads of the estate and soon, we reach the tarmac and he stops a container t
BrotherBrother, it keeps running in my head, they are siblings.“ Well, hello wifey,” he says waving. Nik looks at me with a serious face and then turns to his younger brother. “ No you idiot, she lied to get in here, she’s running from those men,” he points outside at the men in dark uniforms before his green eyes dart back at me. “ So, who did you kill sister-in-law, as in we are not judging, my family are far from being saints but you look too human to even-““Jeremy, let’s go, I’m late,” the older brother speaks in a bored tone. I smile, so the young one's name is Jeremy? It suits his jovial character. Nik begins to walk to the plane while Jeremy is rooted in his steps. Why is he not leaving? Is he worried about me? " Aren't you leaving?" I ask. He looks back at Mario's men and sighs" They want you back, are you some sort of Princess running from your Prince charming?" " Oh running from the devil," I mutter under my breath. Nik stops walking when he realizes that his young
I’ve been busy the whole week at the new apartment. It has a huge sofa, a small tv, and other necessities. The next morning, I woke up to an ad on my computer, saying that someone needed a personal assistant. Getting ready, I wear an office outfit and heels, brush my hair and go to the interview. My uber driver takes me to the address and I'm surprised to see it's the hospital, not feeling quite confident, I enter. " Hello, I saw this ad and I'm here for an interview," I tell the receptionist. She eyes me from top to bottom and directs me. " Thanks," She only rolls her eyes. I snort at her rude behavior. Waiting in line, I feel so timid, everyone is confident with credentials while I have none. I inwardly cuss myself. “Next,” the secretary called, I get up from my seat, expelling I enter the office. " Hello, dear. I'm doctor Nena Smith, a gynecologist." A middle-aged woman says. She exude an aura of elegance. " Hello," She motions for me to take a chair in front of her des