Page 116 of Twisted Bonds
I blink, thinking my eyes are playing tricks on me. I must just be tired, right? Holding my breath, I stand frozen as I watch him move towards me. He isn't in a hurry. In fact, healmostresembles Xavier with how relaxed his demeanor appears, but that can't be.
"You look like you've seen a ghost, poppet. Why is that? Is it because you have been praying for my death all this time?" Sergio sneers.
I'm not sure how I manage to find my voice, but I do and say, "I've never prayed for your death, Sergio."
"Oh, that's right. You fell in love with me—well—with my brother anyway. Tell me, poppet, did you actually think that I would ever come to have feelings for you?"
"What are you doing here, Sergio? You're going to get caught…"
"Do you think I give a fuck, poppet? I came foryou!You are mine, and you will remain mine until the day you die. You are going to pay for Dante's death, and you're going to pay for Luca's, too."
"I did not kill either of them." I'm beginning to get a bit of my spine back now that the initial shock is wearing off. "Your brothers made their own beds, as did you, and whatever happens, you can only blame yourselves."
His laugh is sinister, and his eyes have darkened a bit as I see the anger begin to rise. "Had you been a good fucking whore like you promised, they wouldn't be dead!" He's fast as he reaches out and yanks me to him.
I slam into his chest with a thud and then struggle to try and get out of his grip. He's way too strong, though. I need to somehow convince him to go before the others come up here and see him. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he hurt anybody else.
"Sergio, you need to leave…"
"Oh, I'm going to leave, but only once I'm good and ready. Poppet, you will be coming with me."
"No. This is my home, and I will not go with you!"
"Well, we will discuss that later. For now, we are going for a little walk."
"I'm not going anywhere with you…"
I feel a sharpness in my side and realize Sergio has a knife, and not a small, insignificant one either. The knife he has against my side is a big, serrated hunting knife of sorts. When he pushes me to get my feet moving, I no longer hesitate and let him lead me out of the room.
Thinking he's going to take me downstairs, he surprises me by taking me to the door that leads to the third floor, where I used to sleep. We climb the flight of steps, and he pushes me into the hallway and then to the door to the old playroom.
"Get your ass over to that bed and sit down." He then pulls two wooden chairs over by the bed and sets them side by side.
"Sergio…please!"
"Shut the fuck up, poppet, or I swear, I will cut your tongue out." The nasty look he gives me tells me that he’ll actually do it.
He is truly the worst D'Angelo brother of the three. He and Xavier are like day and night, and now I know that my prayers were answered when I was back in that stronghold. Xavier was sent to me because, no doubt, had Sergio remained there, I would not be standing here today. I believe that I would either be dead, or worse—sold in their trafficking ring.
"What are we doing up here, Sergio?"
"What do you think we are doing, poppet? I'm going to wait until your precious men come up here looking for you; then, I'm going to secure them and make them watch as I fuck their whore so thoroughly, you're going to wish you were dead."
I swallow hard, not doubting that he would do just that, but I have to know more; I have to keep him talking or something. "Then what?"
Sergio is sifting through the drawers, pulling out certain items, but he stops when I ask and growls, "You don't want to know, poppet."
"I do…"
Sighing, Sergio turns to face me and leans against the counter where the drawers of blindfolds, lubes, plugs, and clamps are held. He crosses his arms, giving me his wicked smile that I no longer find sexy. His black soul is oozing out from his every pore, while his eyes glint in unspoken amusement as he replies, "I'm going to shove my knife into their guts and twist it back and forth, making sure I shred their insides to pieces."
I feel sick.
"Oh, but that's not all. You see, finding out that my first beautiful whore is still alive and that she isn't my sister at all, well, we will be taking her with us. Her daughter can work in the Stronghold until she's old enough, or I may just leave her here with the old man. We will see what kind of mood I'm in once I'm done here."
Shit! I had forgotten all about Chloe. He's right about him not being an actual D'Angelo; they aren't related. Fuck, how do I get out of this?
"Chloe has been through a lot, Sergio. She deserves to have her life back. Please, leave her out of this." I beg him, hoping that he has some sort of heart still left in that massive chest of his.
