Chapter 108 : We Are Your Monsters
Chapter 108: We Are Your Monsters
Sophie
“He already did.” I whispered, wiping my tears away and feeling the panic return.
“Look at me.” Callan ordered and I looked at him.
“No one can hurt you. I am here and your men are going to be here very soon. Logan and Lucas are down in the living room, everyone is here and we all keep you safe.” I closed my eyes,tears rolling down my face.
“Are they okay? Are the three of them okay?” I asked and immediately the door opened, Luciano entered followed by Angelo and Adriano. I watched as relief flooded their eyes as they fell on me.
“They are okay now.” Callan said and gave me a small smile before walking out of the room and nodded to his friends.
“Kitten,” Adriano cupped the side of my face, his thumb grazing my cheekbone. They had blood on them and a few cuts on their faces.
Angelo and Luciano sat on either side of me and Adriano in front of me, they just touched me. Angel took my hand in his, threatening our fingers together. Luciano took my other hand, putting it on the side of his face. They just look at me, touching me as if making sure I was okay. I was okay. My father had taken me there, my best betrayed me and the men I loved were all liars but they saved me. The heart was a stupid thing.
“Nneka didn't do anything.” I whispered.
“Patrick tortured her.” I added and they hummed.
“Is Patrick dead?” I asked, Angelo looked me in the eyes.
“His body is the same room he kept you in.” He replied.
His body? That answered my question.
“Was Max that did this to you?” I looked down at the bandage around me. I was in nothing but my bra and shorts which I didn't recognize.
“He said he was going to touch me, that he was going to try not to be rough.” I replied as tears filled my eyes.
I felt myself being picked up and then sat on Angelo's lap. I curled into a ball, crying into his shoulder as he shushed me. I couldn't stop sobbing, the fear taking over my mind and it was as if I could still feel the coldness of the cold cell. As if I could feel that monster carve into my skin, as if I could still feel his hands on my body. I cried for my father who he had been before everything, I cried for my friendship with Sarah which dissolved into nothing as soon as her real identity was revealed. I cried for Rizzo's, for the stupid love I had for them and I cried because I was helpless. I had not been able to do anything. I cried because everything hurts, my head, my heart and my body.
“Tell me why?” I whispered.
“Tell me everything.” I demanded and they did.
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Luciano POV
“So, yes our father burned our mother in this very mansion.” Angelo said.
“And we ran, we ran to them, our girlfriend of the time. Unfortunately, Patrick had his eyes on us, he grabbed us, slaughtering everyone in the mansion but us six. He took us to another country.” He continued as he settled Sophie between his legs. She leaned back into him.
“He tortured us there.” Adriano said, his eyes fixed on his hand.
“He made us torture each other, he made us fúck and kill. He made us who we were, he assaulted our girlfriend and sometimes he made us watch. He threw us in the cold cells, he threw us in the white room too. Anything to make us lose it and we did, we lost it. Then after two years, he killed them.”
“We loved them.” I told her as she took my hand.
“We let Patrick torture us for them so that he wouldn't hurt them but we couldn't choose them over each other.”
“Then, the Santoros came.” Angelo said, running a hand through her hair.
“They are given to Patrick by their mother. We planned together. One of the maids in the mansion took pity on us and helped us escape. She was a spy for the Brotherhood mafia before Patrick captured her. She got us weapons and we broke out. We bombed the place.”
“The maid splash spy is Ms. Rivera.” Adriano said.
“So that is, he tortured us and made us torture each other if we did anything he didn't like. He raped our girlfriends. He made us fúck his whores, he made us watch as he killed the three women we loved.”
“H..how many years were you guys there?” She asked, her voice small. She kept looking down at her hands, I didn't have to look at her face to know that her eyes filled with tears.
“Five years and we were just thirteen years at the time.”
Five years? Those years had felt like a decade, probably more, I didn't remember much of it.
“What happened afterwards?” She asked.
I picked her up and sat her on my lap, unable to resist anymore. She set her head against my chest, her small hands picking mine up and holding it between them
“We ran, we worked at a small place, hiding from the numerous enemies we had. We worked at stupid diner, at bars and anywhere we could get money from.”
“We did a little illegal fighting.” Angelo shrugged.
“We were rejected at first bec we were too skinny. We worked out, built our bodies up and went back. We quickly climbed the ladder and before we knew it. We had people having our backs, Abel was one of them.”
“Our father didn't think of us as a threat.” Adriano said.
“He still thought we would not be able to get revenge for what he did to our mother. But we did, we attacked this mansion, grabbed him from his bed, killed his mistress and burnt him alive in the same room he burned our mother. We watched till he died, till he was nothing but burning flesh and nothing of the monster he had always been to us.” I chuckled.
“Our mother used to say, a monster makes a monster. She always begged us to not let our father take our goodness away from us, to not let him make monsters. Then she died and then those five years happened.”
She peaked up at and sure enough, there were tears in those gorgeous eyes of hers.
“Do you think you are a monster?” She asked.
“Patrick fucked up.” Angelo soad.
“He is the monster who made us monsters and we are monsters, baby but..we are your monster.” I said, Adriano and Angelo shifted closer. She looked at us one by one, her eyes holding tears and a deep understanding. She now knew why we were the way we were.
“Is there anything else I need to know?” She asked.
Adriano scratched the back of his neck.
“Sim Gold wants you to work for her for two years to learn fine arts under her.”
“Oh,” she muttered.
That was not the reaction I had been expecting.