Chapter 106 : I Won't You Die
Chapter 106: I Won't Let You Die
Adriano
There were two more other girls with Camila, her sister. Joy and Jane tied to the chairs the same. Patrick’s disgusting hands were all over them and then he turned to us.
‘Which one should I kill, Jane or Luciano?’ He had tortured us all we answered, I was the one who had answered.
‘Jane,’ I said and then she was dead.
‘Angelo or Joy?’
‘Joy,’ Luciano had answered and then she was dead as well.
‘Adriano or Camilla?’ And then she was dead, just like that, we lost three people who we thought we would always have. Then we had no one but us in the cold cell, tied to the wall with bleeding wounds and tired souls.
Then came the Santoro's, given to Patrick by their mother. We survived together for three years, as we had already spent two years there before they came. We hated each other at first, for no reason at all and then we became brothers. We planned and we broke out of there, setting the whole damn place on fire. We had won against him. How the fúck would Raphael know of this place? Then my phone buzzed with an incoming text message.
‘She is waiting for you, boys.’
And then, it clicked. Even though the possibility felt ridiculously low, I knew.
“It is him,” Luciano whispered, looking down at his phone.
It could not be him, he was dead but no one found his body.
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Sophie POV
Max dumped me on an uncomfortable chair and tied me down to it. I looked around with wide wide eyes as he stepped back. We were in a dark room with just one light in it. There was a table there, a table which had various dangerous looking stuff on it. I looked up at him with tear filled eyes and he smirked.
“A little pain, huh?” He walked to the table, I struggled in the ropes but they were too rough.
“Patrick instructed me to carve a P on your ribs.” He picked a knife up, twirling it in his hand while I froze in fear. What did he do? He walked closer and I struggled, my blood turning cold as he stopped in front of me and then he smiled.
“I won't let you die, don't worry.” He grabbed the strap of my dress and ripped it off, doing the same to the other one. My bra covered breasts came into view and he stared hungrily at me. He ripped the dress more till it fell to my waist.
“Pretty,” he muttered.
“I see why they want to keep you.” He grabbed my neck and pinned it to the chair, I looked at the knife and my eye widened. A scream bubbling up my lips as it came closer.
The knife dug into my skin and the scream left my lips as it moved and I could hear him laughing and then the sound of a door being slammed open.
“Get the fuck off her!” Sarah, or Nneka said.
I was sobbing, gasping for breath, he had carved the whole letter on me and marked me, I couldn't breathe. I heard pain filled grunts and then someone appeared in front of me. I looked up at Sarah with blurry eyes and grabbed my shoulders, saying something about staying awake.
“They will be here, don't fucking close your eyes.” I couldn't concentrate.
“You..” she was sobbing, her hands shaking on my shoulders. I was fainting, maybe because of the panic or maybe because of the pain. Or maybe both. She cupped my face.
“I…”
I couldn't see her after that, I was dropped into darkness where there were no monsters who could hurt me. Where there were just me and them , no one could hurt us and they loved me with no lies between us. And I loved them as I always did.
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Angelo POV
We stepped into the building and he was there as if he had been waiting for us. We had not checked in the brunt rubble of his mansion if he was dead. The bomb had gone off, as assumed he had died and we didn't have the courage to stay and make sure of it. We had run, terrified and free but should have made sure he was dead. He stood there, his face a lot different but that was him.
We had escaped our father, only to fall into the trap of another man whose cruelty rivaled our father’s. We were children back, thirteen years. Stupid little boys out in the world. He smiled at us.
“Hello, boys.”
He always has that effect on us and he made us feel inferior with just one glance but It didn't work this time. I put my hand in the pocket of my jacket, taking my time in examining the entrance hall of the mansion. There were at least fifty guards in the hall which signalled that he thought of us as a threat.
“Hiding behind your son's name.” Luciano said and his eyes cold.
“I thought the Taghi had more honour.”
“Honour is in the defeat of your enemies, watching them squirm.” He smirked again.
“Kidnapping a twenty year old girl, so honourable.” Adriano added. Patrick chuckled, the ugly sound echoing in the hall.
“Your fiercely little woman, kidnaping her has been fun and you know what to do to get her back.”
That means for us to kneel. I chuckled.
“You, Patrick, have not changed your tricks even a little bit.” I examined the hall again.
“Where is he?”
“Who?” He asked
“Max,”
It had been so obvious who betrayed us, he was the one who had led the search for Robert for weeks and was unable to find him but Lucas had found him in just a few days. He had been at the old Rizzo mansion as head of security, still our men were unable to get to Sophie on time. Max had been an underboss by birthright but we changed it when we took over. He stepped out of a room, the Taghi symbol was tattooed to the side of his forehead. He looked at us, amusement clear in his features. Anger brewed within me but I let none of it show.
“Where is she? Bring her.”
And there she was being carried in the arms of her father with her ribs tied with what looked to be a neatly done bandage. She was asleep, she looked pale and she looked frail. The need to take care of her erupted in my chest but I pushed it away. I need to think with my head and not my heart. I was momentarily surprised when Sarah appeared followed by Raphael and the similarities in their features were too many.
Robert stood by Patrick, looking at us with cold amusement. It was a wonder he was standing after what Angelo and Adriano had done to him and this signalled how much he was used to being tortured.