The door slammed shut, and she stared at it for what felt like hours. One thought filled her head, and she was about to lose it and start screaming, and she didn’t think she’d ever be able to stop. She knew that in the next few hours, she was going to get gang raped, and there was nothing she could do about it, all for a bet.
She hoped her fucking bastard of a cousin would rot in hell because of this. She knew he felt bad because her uncle, his father, had been abusive toward him, and she’d tried to do whatever she could to help him.
God, she’d done so much for him. She let him live with her rent-free and paid all the bills. When he needed something, she did her best to get it. When he needed to talk, she was there.
After everything she’d done for him, he set her up to be raped and killed. Was there anyone in the world she’d ever beable to trust? Hell, it didn’t matter. Her life was over.
She slid down to sit, wrapped her arms around her legs, and sobbed. There would never be a chance at a husband or children or owning her own house. God, she had so many dreams that would never happen. She’d be lucky to live another day.
One thought raced through her head. She’d rather be dead than have those men touch her. Now, she just had to figure out a way to do it. Slitting her wrists was the one method that was viable for her situation. She looked around the room and saw absolutely nothing.
Rebeka had no idea how much time had passed before she heard guns and shouting. The door to the room was kicked in. A scream tore from her throat as a man she didn’t know came to her and pulled her to her feet.
“Let’s get you out of here.”
“Who are you?”
“We’ll talk later,” he said. “We need to get you to safety.”
She fought as he pulled her out into an alley. His grip was one she knew she’d never be able to break.
“Please.”
He ignored her, and he hurried them along.
She bit back a scream when a man stepped out in front of them and pointed a gun at them.
“Give me the cunt,” he said.
The man holding her arm said something and then shot the man. She heard the sound, and a neat little hole appeared on the guy’s forehead before he fell forward.
There was no way she could have stopped the scream from bursting from her.
“Easy, baby. You’re going to be just fine.”
“Who are you?”
Her stomach dropped when he told her he was from oneof the mafia families in the city and was brothers with another more powerful one.
God, she thought things couldn’t have gotten any worse. Was she wrong? Was she better off with the man? There was nothing she could do about it, but this would give her a chance to find a way to escape.
She felt a sharp sting on her foot as they ran down the dirty, smelly alley but didn’t think anything of it. The terror inside of her made it impossible for her to feel anything else.
When they got to a group of expensive black cars, the man pushed her into the back of one.
Then he turned his back, and she tried the door handle to see if it would open, but it was locked.
She didn’t have time to find the lock before he slid in beside her. When he placed a sweatshirt around her to conceal her body and keep her warm, she thought this guy might be better than the last one. Or he could be setting her up. She didn’t think she’d be able to trust anyone ever again.
Time would tell.
Chapter Ten
Rebeka stayed tucked in the corner and watched as they blew by houses and businesses. She stared out her window when they turned into a driveway and through tall metal gates.
They pulled up to a house. Since it was dark, all she could see was that it was large.
“Come on, Rebeka. Let’s get you clean and settled in. I think you’re about at the end of your rope,” Dominic said. He helped her out and grabbed her upper arm to lead her into the house. A few of the men walked in front of them, and she felt overwhelmed by their size.