Chapter 49 No chance for escape
Lila POV
The second he closed that door, I knew my fate was sealed. The man that left my room was no longer the man out for blood, but rather a man who had been hurt by me.
I knew something shifted between us during the last few hours, I just didn’t know what it was.
But whatever it was, it had to be big. For nico to act so…so hurt by my drawings, he had to have felt something…for me. I just didn’t know how that was even possible.
Yet something definitely changed. He was different, and I no longer saw hate when he stared at me. His touch, the way he held me in his arms felt good, like he wanted me there.
And I wanted to be there. I wanted him to hold me, to take me, make me his and protect me.
How’s that for irony?
I wanted the one man out to harm me to protect me. I was such a fool.
Did I think that nico, the man who spent the last few months plotting and planning my demise would actually change his mind? And why because he cared for me?
Stupid, naive little lila.
I slipped down the wall until I hit the ground. That’s when I realized that I had allowed myself to hope.
I had read more into what happened between me and nico than what there really was. I grabbed ahold of something that wasn’t there, hope.
But that hope was gone now. It got ripped away from me by a few stupid drawings.
I tried to think back to when I drew those portraits. My mind was twisted and jumbled with so many thoughts that I couldn’t even remember myself having one simple, coherent thought.
I always lost myself in my art especially when my heart and mind was tormented by things that I couldn’t make any sense of.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, my soul mourning, my heart aching. Aching for what? For him? for Nico?
Did it really go that far that my heart had somehow grew a part of it all? That was absurd.
Clutching my knees to my chest I leaned my head against my arms and cried. I cried for him, for myself, for Nikolai, for everyone that got hurt that lost something.
The sound of escaping air swooshed through the room and I jumped up, my heart almost leaping out of my chest.
“nico.”
The door opened, and I sucked in a breath when I saw that the man in front of me wasn’t nico.
“Who are you?” I pushed my back flat against the wall, adrenaline surging through my veins, my heart hammering in alarm.
The man glanced from one corner of the room to the other, his hands casually tucked into his pants pocket.
“Nice little room you have here.” He stepped in, his sleeked back dark hair shining under the lights. He shrugged.
“It’s not one of the most elegant rooms in the house, but I guess for someone like you it would do.”
The malice that oozed out of him, the threat that slithered along with every word he spoke made my skin crawl. This man had trouble written all over him…trouble for me.
“Who are you?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Where are my manners?” He stepped forward and held up his hand, a creepy smile plastered on his malicious face. “My name is rex Moretti. I’m the big boss’s cousin.”
I didn’t shake his hand. I didn’t want to come near him since every alarm bell went apeshit inside my head.
“How did you get in here? What do you want?”
He pulled back his hand and lifted a brow. “You sure are cheeky for a girl in your position. Has Nico not beaten any manners into you yet?”
He rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Oh that’s right, he didn’t have time to teach you any manners since he was too busy fucking you.”
My body went rigid, fear curdling inside my stomach. This man wasn’t here to make conversation, and he sure as hell didn’t come here to help me.
He took off his grey suit jacket and tossed it on the chair. He started to leisurely pace up and down while loosening the buttons of his white dress-shirt sleeves.
“You know, for someone who’s supposed to be the fucking boss, your boyfriend isn’t very bright.
One would think that he had the brains to know he needed to wipe the security feed if he wanted to fuck and sample the woman he’s supposed to kill.”
Oh God.My stomach twisted, my insides burning like it had been wrapped in barbed wire. The savage look in his eyes terrified me.
While he rolled up his sleeves like he was about to do something that might get his clothes dirty, pure menace radiated from him.
“Please…” I slowly stepped to the side.
A sly grin slid onto his face. “I see he has taught you how to beg though.” He gave a step forward, and my heart started to thrash against my ribs, every survival instinct I had screaming for me to run. And I did.
I launched forward, trying to run past him. But he reached out, grabbed my elbow and pulled me back.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
He threw me back onto the bed with such force, I hit my head against the headboard. I cried out, then felt his slimy hand cover my mouth while he lifted his body onto mine.
“Shh. No need to wake the rest of the house.”
I thrashed, smacked, flayed, did everything I could to try and get him off me.
“That’s right, bitch, fight me. It only makes my cock hard.”
His hand moved an inch and I managed to bite into the side of his thumb, the metallic taste of blood immediately assaulting my tongue.
“Fuck!” He struck me, my skin instantly on fire as his palm collided with my cheek. “Now I’ll just have to fuck you harder before I fucking slit your throat.”
Strong hands gripped both my wrists above my head. Within seconds he straddled me, casing me in, my adrenaline induced strength no match against his. His thighs gripped me so tight that I only managed to move my hips a little in an attempt to break free.