Page 36 of Lorenzo

“Never accept a drink from someone you don’t know.”

He drugged me.

Holy shit.

How could I have been so stupid?

I knew the rules. I’d been to enough frat parties to know the drill. I knew never to leave my drink. God, what did he put in my drink? Whatever it was, it was seriously affecting my ability to reason and think. Was Lorenzo affected too?

Okay, Donnie. Think. You know what chemicals can do. Figure it out. What did he drug you with? Think. But the more I tried, the more I felt dizzy. Instead of using my brain, I could only think of asking the stupid question that I already knew the answer to.

“What did you do,” I slurred, as the boat rocked making me slip. Reaching for anything to gain my balance, I heard him laugh.

“He shouldn’t have brought you here. Now you belong to me.”

Shaking my head, I tried to reply but nothing came out. With the rocking of the boat, coupled with the drug, I was seriously going to be sick. Looking up at him, I saw him blur. Blinking, I tried to get my eyes to focus. Nothing worked.

“Oh Donatella, you truly are a beautiful woman. Too bad I have to hand you over to my father. But first I will have a taste of what you have to offer. Take her to my quarters and make sure no one enters.”

I watched as he turned away from me, heading down a long hall as two men I never knew were there grabbed my arms and dragged me in the same direction. The next thing I knew I was being flung on something soft. Slowly turning onto my back, I realized I was on a bed. That fact did nothing to alleviate the rising apprehension in my veins. In fact, it only heightened my fear, especially when I heard the click of a lock.

“That fucker had no clue what he had. He is always too busy with his own needs. If he cared, he should have escorted you to the bathroom. I would never let a woman of mine leave my sight, especially in mixed company. Too bad he is so full of himself to realize that,” Luca said, cryptically, quickly ripping his shirt from his body. When his hands moved to his pants, I knew what was about to happen.

I tried to comprehend what he said. What was it about me that made me so special? I wasn’t anyone. I was just a college student. That was it. Yet Luca believed I was something more. My thinking was diverted again, when I felt my dress ripped from my body. My pretty new undies were removed before he leaned over and grabbed my legs, pulling me towards him. I tried to fight him but my limbs weren’t working. They felt heavy, almost as if I overworked them. Thanks to the drug in my system, I was helpless to stop what was about to happen.

He leaned over me and I felt his appendage at my entrance.

This was actually happening.

Closing my eyes, I prayed that whatever he gave me was strong enough to make me forget what was about to happen as a loud crash sounded. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw him standing in the doorway, blood dripping off his face and clothes.

Fourteen

Lorenzo

Blood dripped down my hands and face as I stood there in the doorway. I knew I would have nightmares for the rest of my life seeing her lying naked, under him as he was about to rape her.

I knew this mother fucker was a shady weasel but raping an unconscious woman was a whole other level of depravity.

“Move one step and I will snap her neck.” He said, tightening his hand around her neck cutting off her oxygen. I could clearly see her struggling for air.

“Get. The. Fuck. Off. Her.”

Luca chuckled as he rubbed his dick between her legs, “But I haven’t had my taste yet.”

“And you never will,” I said, as I moved fast, swinging the bat I acquired when I snapped the neck of one of his goons. Luca didn’t have time to react because blood splattered all over me and her as his lifeless body fell on top of her before I could blink.

Moving quickly, I placed the bat on the bed, shoved the dead fucker off her and gathered her unconscious body in my arms.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered hugging her tight to me. “I’m so sorry.”

This was all my fault.

This would have never happened if I had just listened to my brother, trusted my family. Now, because of me she was drugged and damn near raped. I couldn’t get my emotions under control. I’d never felt this visceral about anyone in my life. Seeing her lying on that bed, helpless to what was about to happen ripped opened something inside me. I never felt such a strong emotion as it gripped me. I wanted to kill them all over again. To make them feel as helpless as her. She was too innocent and naive. All the smarts in the world didn’t mean shit when it came to the real world.

God, being here was such a mistake.

Holding her close to me, feeling her lifeless body in my arms, was something I would never forget. I knew I would have nightmares for the rest of my life.


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