Chapter 38 : She Is Our Light
Chapter 38: She Is Our Light
Sophie
“I have applied for online classes and they agreed, probably because they know about the fire.” I replied to Sarah. I sighed.
“Classes start tomorrow, I could have easily taken a few days off. I am just an idiot.” I added and she chuckled.
“Do you know that professor Alinco left?” She said and I gasped.
“What? When?”
“Yes, he left the University today.”
“Wow,” I mumbled.
“You don't go to class for one day and something happens. Do you know who is coming to his place?”
“Not yet,” she replied.
She was majoring in journalism so she likes knowing stuff all over the campus.
“I will tell you tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I said.
“I want to meet you, tell me the time and place.”
I didn't want to go out in public, not until I was assured I wouldn't freak out looking at the first red thing. The Rizzo brothers somehow kept my panic at bay.
“Tomorrow evening at your apartment.” I replied. Susan had given me a few days off so I had time.
“Sure, I have to go in a few minutes, I have a shift in half an hour. When are you going to tell me what is going on?”
Of course, she knew.
“It is a stupid thing with the Rizzo's.”
“Are they being good to you?” She asked.
“Most of the time.”
“You can stay with me, I will give you my bed. I suppose it won't be as luxurious as living with them but we can probably play bond games and drink.” I smiled.
“Maybe, if they continue to act the way they are acting right now, I will come and take the couch.”
“Not happening. You have the bed.”
“You have a shift, bye.”
“Don't you dare han..”
I hung up, grinning. I loved hanging up on people. It felt powerful and I knew it was rude but Sarah never got mad at me. I closed my eyes and let the darkness take over.
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Luciano POV.
“You guys are idiots.” Lucas laughed, his knife was in his bloodied hand.
“You should have given a reason.”
“Like you know shit about women.” Adriano grumbled, drinking from his glass.
I was leaning against the wall, Adriano and Angelo were drinking. I loved drinking but everything tasted like ash right now. Lucas chuckled, digging his knife in the man’s thigh.
“Well, yes, they are normally gagged, try that.” He said.
“We are not keeping her gagged.” I said.
We needed to ease Sophie into submission and earn it. Not dump our dominance over her, she was vulnerable after almost fucking dying and would not hesitate to run away if given a reason to. I watched as the blood dripped down the man’s thigh, he had been here for about a day. The longest we had tortured was a week, probably till Adriano threw the man in his dungeon. The longest we had been torture was… I shook my head to get the fucking memories out. I didn't have many, probably because the whole time was nothing but a blur of pain and fear. Angelo was watching me.
“Go to the gym and blow off some steam.” He said
He always somehow knew when I was about to lose it and I nodded to him. I walked out of the basement and then up the stairs, the gym was on the ground floor. I walked into the gym room and undressed myself, changing into joggers and walked towards the punching bag hanging from the ceiling. And then everything was nothing and all I could think about was rag, the burning rage inside of me that never dimmed. My fists were punching on the bag, yet I could barely feel them. I could barely feel the sweat trailing down my half naked body. All I could feel was that rage, that fucking rage that fucked me up. I didn't know how long I had been in the gym until I heard a small soft voice invading the battlefield in my mind.
“Luciano?”
It was like a bucket of freezing cold water had dropped on my fire, like suddenly everything calmed down. The voice got silenced and then it was her, just her. I turned around to look at her, Sophie. She didn't know the effect she had on me, on us. She was looking at me with wide eyes.
I..I.” She bit her lip, eyes trailing over my abs, I felt my dick twitch under her gaze and then her eyes fell on the bandage on my shoulder. I looked up at the clock and it was four in the morning. Fucking great, I had been here more than four hours.
“Your shoulder is bleeding?” She muttered.
Fuck, then I felt the blood trail down. She walked closer, eyes widened. She was wearing a little makeup, I know her online class starts in a few hours, she had probably come to get a laptop.
“Your stitches are probably ripped, you need to get them redone.” She said to me, my brother Angelo would do that for me later.
“Now!” She demanded, raising her voice a little and I smiled.
“I will be alright, let's get you a laptop, okay?”
“Not before you get your stitches redone.” She replied and I sighed.
“Fine, go get Angelo. He must be in his office.” She nodded and ran out of the room. I sat down on the bench, removing my bandage.
She entered the gym in a few minutes, dragging Angelo behind her. It was clear that she had made him run, she cared. Any decent person would care if they see someone with a ripped shoulder. She watched, covering her face with her hands and peeking through the gaps to the fingers as Angelo stitched back my shoulder. After he was done, he took her away from the gym not before she asked if I was okay for a million times. I left the gym and went to the library.
How did our get so fucked like this? The fucking rage, the fucking torture we had been harbored for so long. The darkness in our world but it looks like Sophie would be the light to our dark world. She is our light.