Chapter 119 Attack
Shea's P.O.V.
Dustin didn't leave until the first thing this morning. I don't want to let Galdino down, but I'm not willing to die in the hands of these monsters. I read Dakota's text over and over. How did she know? I don't even know her, but I already respect her and can't wait to meet her. I feel better knowing I'm not alone. If I can send a text, I can get out of here. I delete her text just in case Dustin decides to look through my phone, but I save her number under the name South, like South Dakota.
I take a shower to scrub every trace of Dustin off me. I wonder if Galdino and Ari realize Aubrey is also living here. I only found out this morning when Dustin left my room. I heard him talking to her in the hallway. I don't know if she'll recognize me, but I don't want to take any chances. I know Dustin will kill me if he finds out I know the Buccheri’s.
After my shower, I walk into the bedroom and freeze. Colton is sitting in one of the chairs. What am I going to do? Dustin told me not to let another man, not even his brother, touch me. I tighten my towel around me as I wait. He doesn't say anything at first. He just stares at me.
"My brother said you are now off limits to me. He wants you for himself. So I have a question for you. What did you do to make him come to that decision?" I swallow nervously.
"I didn't do anything, sir. He came into my bedroom last night and said I was his." Colton stands and walks toward me. I have never been so terrified in my life when I look into his cold eyes. He grabs my face and squeezes hard, bringing tears to my eyes.
"I don't remember you having a golden pussy, so refresh my memory." He unzips his pants with his free hand and pulls out his penis.
"Dustin said I'm not allowed to be with any other man," I say, backing up a few steps. Colton slaps me so hard that my eyes feel like they're going to fall out of my head.
"I am his brother. I am not just any other man. Now, remove your towel," he says quietly. I don't know what to do. Dustin was adamant that no one, not even Colton, could touch me or I'd pay. However, I don't know what Colton will do if I don't do as he says. I slowly let my towel fall to the ground. Colton grabs my hair and shoves me onto the bed. He flips me onto my stomach, pulls me to the edge so my legs are hanging over the side, and slaps my ass hard.
"Dustin and I share everything. Including whores like you. Do I make myself clear?" He leans over and whispers in my ear as he pulls my hair. "Don't make me repeat myself."
"Yes, sir," I reply. He releases my hair and slaps me two more times before spreading my legs and slamming into me. He goes as hard and fast as he can. I try to hold back the tears as he continues. I have made some questionable decisions in my life, but this is the first time I have been raped. I don't dare tell him to stop, or he'll kill me. When he's done, he flips me onto my back and takes me just as hard from the front while biting my nipples so hard I scream from the pain. I don't know how long it lasts before I hear him zipping his pants up. I curl into a ball on the bed as he walks toward the door.
"I'm glad we have an understanding, you good-for-nothing whore." Colton slams the door as I cry. I've only been here one day, and I haven't found out anything, but I know I can't stay here any longer. One of them is going to kill me. I sit up and wince from the pain. I get my phone to text Dakota. I only send one word—NOW. She replies almost immediately.
I'm at the hospital. I'm sending someone to get you and bring you here. Come to the front door in exactly thirty minutes.
Thirty minutes. I can survive for thirty minutes. I take another shower and try to ignore the stinging pain from Colton's attack. When I get out, I get dressed and look at my phone. There's another text from Dakota.
My brother, Tyler, is coming to pick you up. He'll be there in ten minutes.
The message was sent five minutes ago. I wait another four minutes, then open the bedroom door. No one is in the hallway, so I run down the stairs. Just as I reach the front door, someone comes behind me and grabs my arm.
"Where do you think you're going?" I turn and look at Dustin.
"I need to go home to get some of my things. I have nothing here,” I reply. Dustin looks at my face.
"Who hit you?" he asks.
"Colton," I answer. Please let me get out of here. Dustin's face turns red with anger.
"Did you fuck him?" He tightens his hold on my arm.
"He raped me." Dustin pulls his fist back and punches me as hard as he can in the face. He shoves me to the ground and stands over me.
"My brother would never do that." He begins hitting me repeatedly and kicks my ribs. As I start to black out, I hear the doorbell, and I scream. Please open the door. Please help me before he kills me.