Page 45 of Corrupt Desires

“Oh, I do love my women with a little fight in them,” he replies, grabbing his crotch and laughing with the men around him. Fucking sick bastards.

Nodding his head my way, one of his men comes up to me. With his rifle in one hand, he takes my cell phone out of my hands before pocketing it and grabbing my upper arm. “Don’t fight me, and we can do this the easy way,principessa. Understood?” he asks.

I spit at his feet. “FUCK YOU.”

“You sure are a spicy one, aren’t ya,” he spits out before backhanding me across the face. My head whips to the side, but I don’t let his show of force weaken me. No, if anything, I stand taller.

“You have no idea,” I reply through clenched teeth.

His grip on my arm is bruising, and my jaw clenches with the strength it takes me not to pull my arm from his grasp. Bastards, all of them.

“Here you go, boss,” he says as he swings me toward Anthony, causing me to trip over my own feet.

Anthony catches me by my upper arms, steadying me and leaning down to look into my eyes. “Falling for me already, princess?”

“In your dreams, asshole.”

“Hey, boys, I think this one is going to need some training,” he shouts at his men that surround us, their laughs filling the silence like he just told the greatest joke.

“I wouldn’t mind teaching her a lesson, boss,” pipes up one of his men, “she’s got an ass that’s just begging for dick.” Laughter erupts from the men as they eye me hungrily.

What the fuck did I get myself into?

The men take turns trading insults and talking about my body as though I’m nothing but a hunk of meat, free for the taking.

“That’s enough, boys. We’ll see if any of you motherfuckers will be lucky enough to break in the royal princess,” says Anthony, grabbing my chin and making me look into his eyes.

“For now, she’s all mine.”

* * *

After puttingme in the SUV and sitting me between Anthony and one of his men, they push Matteo toward the vehicle I came in and hit him over the head with the butt of their rifle, effectively knocking him out cold.

Anthony is handsy the entire drive, keeping a hand on my inner thigh and claiming me as his own. He openly stares at me, gauging my reactions as his thumb rubs circles along my skin. He is repeatedly let down, however, as I refuse to give him the weakness he so desperately seeks to find. I turn my head to look out the window to find that night has already fallen, and with the blacked out windows of the SUV, seeing anything outside is impossible.

We end up at his house—the compound more like—that he has been keeping the girls at. I act as though the place is not familiar to me, even though I’ve watched the feeds within this hell hole multiple times. Walking into the house through the back door, I’m led through the main interior of the house, through a door, and into the section of the house that doesn’t have any cameras. I know Franklin, Kayden, and James will watch the camera feed back when they finally come to, and I can’t help the guilt that creeps into the recesses of my mind. Whatever I endure in here, they will likely bear witness to. The thought alone turns my stomach, and I only get a momentary sliver of relief when I remember this part of the house has no cameras. But how long will they keep me here? Will I eventually be moved into the main section of the house with the other women?

I don’t have long to think on this though, as I’m shoved into a dimly lit room lined with bare concrete walls and a blood-stained concrete floor. The room is familiar as it’s the same room Matty was in from the photo Anthony texted me. There is a single metal chair in the center of the room that has rope entwined around the arm rests. Apprehension fills my body, and chills skate down my spine as I can only imagine what they plan to do once I’m in the chair.

“Come on now,principessa. Have a seat,” comes a voice from around the corner.

At first I’m confused—I know that voice. I would know that voice anywhere.

Twisting around so fast it’s a miracle I don’t get whiplash, I lay eyes upon the one person I least expected to find in this hell hole. The person that has been family to me for as long as I can remember; the person that always had my back.

“No… it can’t be…” I say, my chest rising and falling with increased tempo as I try to process what’s happening, the betrayal that leaves a sour taste on my tongue.

“Hmmm, I thought you’d be happier to see me.”

Before I can even utter a retort at his smug face, an exploding pain rips through my skull, and my world goes black.

Thirty-One

James

Ijolt awake as a coldness washes over my entire body, drenched in water and gasping for air.

“What the fuck?!”

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