Donato remained silent as two different males walked into the room. Each massive and stocky, with furry arms and thick bushy brows. They seemed feral, like grizzly bears. The tallest between them seemed older, his hair peppered with white. Whereas the youngest wore an identical Adidas hoodie and pants and stared at me like I used to be his subsequent sufferer.

Via my fear-induced haze, it hit me; I’d seen them earlier than within the photos my brother had proven me. The hairs behind my neck stood up, and my chest grew heavy as strain elevated inside. They have been Russian. Not simply any Russians, however one in every of them—I judged the eldest—was Grigori. Cassio’s enemy.

“Is that this her?” the youngest requested, his accent thick.

“You could have my daughter, Grigori, my finish of the discount has been met.”

Grigori got here to face earlier than me and the youthful model of him got here, too. He made to the touch me, however I seemed away.

He laughed. “Fierce.” His dirty, meaty hand landed on my cheek and as he caressed me, bile rose to my throat, and I compelled it down. “I’ll take her.”

What?

“In fact, you’ll, we had a deal,” Donato mentioned.

“She could possibly be ugly,” the youngest mentioned. “Dangerous enamel and small tits.”

“Does it actually matter?” Donato requested.

The person shrugged and checked out Grigori. He exchanged just a few phrases with him, and he nodded.

“My son will marry her,” Grigori mentioned, and it hit me now.

I started to tremble. Exhausting. “P-papa.” I hated that phrase however perhaps, simply perhaps I might make him change his thoughts. “Per favore,” I begged.

“Shut up, Francesca,” he snapped.

“Please,” I begged once more. I knew he was going to marry me off; I simply by no means anticipated it could be to a Russian. However he’d mentioned it, hadn’t he. I might marry a Boss’ son. Grigori’s son.

“I received’t marry you.” I glared at Grigori’s son. “I received’t go willingly.”

It was the improper factor to do, to seize his consideration. He walked again towards me and grabbed my face along with his meaty palms. “Oh, you’ll.” His yellowish enamel flashed. “You’ll be mine, little chicken. I’ll break your wings if I have to.”

His grip harm and I whimpered, however he didn’t let go, not till tears trailed down my cheeks. “You’ll have to kill me,” I mentioned as a result of there was no method I might marry the enemy. No method I might do that to Cassio?—

Cassio, in fact. That was it. I seemed into the person’s soiled brown eyes and smiled by way of the worry and the ache. “Cassio will kill you.”

The person threw his head again and laughed. “I don’t see him right here, little chicken.”

“He’ll come,” I mentioned with all the religion on this planet. He should find out about what occurred by now. Somebody will need to have warned him.

Giorgi’s son leaned in shut, sufficient that I might scent his putrid breath. “Oh, I’m relying on it.” He grinned and pulled on my backside lip. “It is going to be so enjoyable breaking you,” he mused in pleasure.

He stood, took his telephone out of his pants, and snapped a photograph of me. “W-what are y-you doing?”

“Ensuring your loved one involves rescue you.”

Oh God. No.

And that’s after I realized this was all a lure. Not just for me, however for Cassio as properly. So, I prayed with each fiber in my physique that he wouldn’t come. That he refused to rescue me.

“Why?” I checked out my father. “You owe me not less than that a lot,” I pleaded.

He made his method towards me, took a cigar from his breast pocket and watched it with curiosity, not giving me his full consideration, he spoke. “It’s not private, Francesca.”

Properly, it felt prefer it was.

Nonetheless, I stored my mouth shut as a result of I wanted to know, it wouldn’t change a factor. It was not like I might escape, I wasn’t silly, however I wanted the reality.

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