Chapter 50 The one
Nico POV
I screamed, but this time his fist came down hitting the side of my face. Stars exploded as pain blasted through my skull. For a second my mind went hazy and registered nothing other than pain and fire. My head throbbed, every bone in my face aching like it had been cracked in half.
I opened my eyes, my vision blurry, my mind disorientated. Rex was on top of me, but I couldn’t do anything. It’s like my mind had completely shut off, unable to tell my body to fight back.
I watched in horror through teary eyes as he loosened his pants, pulling out his disgusting cock, and no matter how hard I willed my body to fight, I couldn’t.
“Please don’t,” I begged, trying to move, desperate to stop him.
“Oh I’m going to, and you’re going to fucking love it.” He jerked my legs apart, hands and fingers invading me, touching me, probing me. Warm tears burned my skin, and I bit into my tongue, the metallic taste bursting through my mouth.
Everything about this man, the way he smelled, the way he touched me was vile and revolting. His stinking breath in my face had me choking and gagging while my lungs demanded air.
He leaned down and licked the side of my face. I started to weep, my skin crawling with disgust. His lips moved against my ear, his hard body gliding over mine.
“I saw you ride my cousin. You rode him like a fucking champ. You should have seen your face when he stuck that cock of his inside your dirty pussy.
Your face, your eyes, the way you arched your back when he filled your filthy cunt for the first time, you loved it like the cheap whore that you are.”
Every malicious word sliced through my chest, inflicting so much pain. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move.
My body was stone cold, my spine frozen in place. It’s like there was no more blood flowing through my veins, but only ice.
“Now let’s see what your face looks like when a real man fucks you.”
I cried. I cried so hard my sobs drowned out every other sound around me.
“Please don’t. Please…”
Through tear stained eyes I watched as the man on top of me reared back, my legs held wide open.
The evil face that hovered above me was consumed with hate and lust, the two things that were about to rip through my body and destroy me for good.
I gagged, my stomach churning when he moved between my legs, his hand touching and brushing against my skin as he guided his cock toward my entrance.
I closed my eyes and screamed before he forced two fingers inside my mouth, pushing deep to the back of my throat. I continued to gag, my body readying to throw up as he kept forcing his fingers deeper into my mouth.
This was it. I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t move, and I couldn’t fight. All I could do was lie there, my body about to be defiled and corrupted.
I felt the pressure between my legs as he moved…and then there was a loud explosion, a crack that shattered the air. It felt like a boulder had been dropped on my chest, and warm liquid splattered onto my face.
My ears were ringing, the rapid beating of my heart the only sound that infiltrated the buzz inside my head.
I opened my eyes, and tried to breathe, but I was smothered with something heavy…until it got yanked off me.
“lila?”
I looked up and saw Nico face through the haze.
“lila, are you okay?”
The ringing inside my ears dissipated as my mind and vision became clearer, color and sound slowly returning.
“lila?”
He pulled me up, and my head spun, a throbbing ache pushing against my skull. I wiped my palms across my face, and when I opened my eyes, my vision now crystal clear, I saw that my hands were covered in crimson…blood.
My heart stopped.
I looked at nico who was crouching in front of me, dark eyes fixed on me with concern. “Are you okay? Tell me you’re okay.”
“What…”
I caught sight of the gun in Nico hand, then looked to the floor. There was rex, with only half a face, lying in a pool of blood.
Oh my God.
I swallowed hard, bile pushing up the back of my throat.
“You shot him.” I looked up at nico. “You killed your cousin.” I never thought I’d see the day where I would be thankful for someone’s head being blown off.
He took my hand in his. “Come on. We need to get you out of here.”
He helped me up, and the second I managed to straighten, I looked into his eyes. “Why did you come back?”
With a gentle touch he tucked my hair behind my ear. “I came back because I was there.”
“Where?”
He held out a white sheet of paper. “Between those jumbled thoughts you needed to sort through. I was in there somewhere.”
I glanced down at the paper and saw the same image I had drawn on the other sheets…only this time there was a scar across the side of the man’s face, and one pupil was elongated in the shape of a teardrop.
Nico pointed to Italian writing at the bottom of the sheet."The one".