My terror intensifies sharply, and I fight against his hold on me, desperately shrieking, “Nonno!” My grandfather is my only hope.
“Please,” Grandpa cries. “She’s just a fucking child!”
My captor yanks me over the rubble and out into the night that’s starting to fall over the mansion. The soles of my feet sting from the debris digging into them as I’m forced to walk.
“Nonno!” I scream, kicking and hitting with everything I’ve got.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” my captor snaps right before my feet leave the floor, and I’m hauled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
My hands slap against his muscled back, but I can’t kick because his arm locks my thighs to him. My eyes keep touching on bodies, blood, and weapons, and it all makes me wiggle and thrash harder.
I hear a car door being opened, then my body’s flying backward as I’m thrown onto the backseat. My captor’s hand cups the back of my head as if he’s trying to ensure I don’t bump it, which is weird because it’s clear he plans on killing me after he’s done raping me.
With wide eyes and more fear than I can handle, I stare up at him as he braces himself over me.
“This is for the best,” he mutters right before his fingers wrap around my neck, and the airflow to my lungs is cut off.
Debilitating fear and panic have me clawing at his arms, my body bucking like a wild horse.
“Shh…” he hums as if to soothe me.
My terrified gaze is frozen on his. As I’m dragged into the bottomless pits of fear, knowing I’m about to die, he looks calm.
As if he’s not killing me but doing me a favor.
As if he’s not starving my lungs of air.
My heart thrashes in my chest.
A strangled sound escapes me as my arms grow numb, and my body becomes heavy until it refuses to move.
Still, I keep staring at him, pleading with my eyes.
Don’t kill me.
I haven’t had a chance to live. There’s so much I wanted to do. I had so many dreams.
Please. Don’t kill me.
He leans closer and presses a kiss on my forehead. “Go to sleep, Little Rose.”
Tears escape my eyes, and his lips catch one again.
My eyelashes flutter closed, my lungs screaming.
My body is screaming.
My soul is screaming.
No.
Chapter 2
Viktor
Blyad'.
When I agreed to help Nikolas take down the Sicilians, I sure as fuck didn’t think I’d be kidnapping a girl. Whenever I watched the house prior to the attack, I never saw her come and go.