Page 57 of Nicoli

The adrenaline that’s flooded my system almost the entire night is dissipating, churning and spinning into regret and sadness. If it weren’t for the ache between my legs that reminded me of what Nicoli and I just did, I would surely think it was all a dream. A nightmare.

I turn toward his car and swipe at the tears, hating myself for crying over him again. It seems it’s all I’ve been doing. Hurting and crying over a man who says he loves me yet can’t be with me. I don’t know what’s worse…to love a man I know will never be mine because he doesn’t love me back? Or to not be able to be with the man I love even though he loves me, too?

“Mirabella?”

I look up at a man walking toward me. I recognize him when he steps out of the shadows and into the dim light of the streetlamp, his white shirt soaking wet and clinging to his chest.

“Felix?” Oh, Jesus. I completely forgot I had called him earlier, asking him to join us. It was a stupid move. Stupid, stupid move. Too bad I only realize that now.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you inside the club, but it seems the real party is out here.” Felix grins wickedly as he settles in front of me, wiping his wet hair from his face.

“I was just on my way inside,” I say, licking rain from my lips.

“We can just stay out here,” he says, stepping closer, his brown eyes glinting under the light until he walks out of the yellow sphere and into the dark.

I glance around, seeing no one else. “Um…no. I…um, I think I’d like to go home now. So, I need to go find my friends. I’m sorry,” I say, squinting through the rain. “I know I invited you, but I…I really just want to go home.”

“I just got here.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m really sorry.” I clutch my arms tight and try to walk past him when he steps in and blocks my way.

“You know. Some would consider it rude to invite a guy who has made it clear he’s interested in you to your birthday party, and then you fuck another guy in the parking lot.”

My face flushes, warning prickling the back of my skull. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, come, now. You wouldn’t have let him fuck you out here in the open if you didn’t want to be watched.”

“Screw you,” I exclaim and attempt to walk away from him again. But this time he reaches out, straightening his arm in front of me.

“Felix, please. My friends are waiting for me,” I say in the calmest way I can muster.

“Word on the street is the Del Rossa brothers like to share.” With a sideways glance, his dark eyes show me that he has nothing but wicked intentions. “I’m sure he won’t mind, you know—” he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth “—if I blow my load in your cunt as well. I’m sure there’s more than enough space in that womb of yours for two men’s cum.”

A sickening surge of bile floods my stomach, my instincts screaming at me to run. So, I do. I try to run past him, but his hand snakes around my waist, forcing me against him as he picks me up.

“Let me go!” I shriek and start to thrash, scream, and kick, my heart a flurry of panic. I manage to loosen his hold, but as my feet hit the ground and I try to take the gap, he grips the back of my neck, and a searing pain shoots down my spine as he pulls me hard, forcing me down face-first onto the hood of Nicoli’s car.

“You can’t run from this.”

“No! Don’t fucking touch me!” I’m squirming violently, trying to reach back and scratch his arms, his hands, any piece of him I can find. But he grabs my hands and squeezes them so hard I cringe from the ache that spreads up my arms as he pins them behind my back.

“You see,” he snarls in a menacing voice, pressing his body hard against mine, leaving me gasping for air as he pins me against the car. “No one says no to me.” I can practically hear the cruel smile in his voice. “Unless you want it this way? You can scream if you like. Otherwise, you can just stand here and enjoy getting fucked again.”

“Please don’t.” My fear multiplies, and it’s choking me as a heavy panic crushes me, forcing air from my lungs.

“Don’t worry. I’ll fuck you so much better than he did.” He’s reaching into his pants, and I’m thrashing hysterically, my tears burning like acid and thoughts racing, yet I can’t seem to comprehend what the hell is happening.This can’t be happening. Please, God.I’m trying to fight and push him away, but he’s too strong, forcing my legs apart with a jerk, and I start to heave when his cock touches my thigh.

God, no. This isn’t happening. It’s not fucking happening!

“Felix, stop! Please stop.”

There’s a sudden loud crack that slices through the air, deafening me. A gush of warm liquid splashes onto my back and neck, and something hard and heavy almost knocks my legs from under me as it drops with a thud by my feet.

I’m crying, sobbing, paralyzed by fear. My arms and legs are shaking, my spine trembling and skin ice cold as I slowly turn to the side, glancing down to see Felix on the ground. Blood oozes from his temple, seeping into the asphalt and pooling around my heels, and I don’t know what the fuck it is I’m looking at.

I glance up and find Nicoli standing to my right, rage twisting his features, his body rigid as if his muscles had turned to steel. His fingers move with precision as he works the action on his gun and slides it back, ejecting the empty bullet casing. My stomach lurches upward. A sickening rush of nausea forces its way up my throat, and I jerk to the side, vomiting all over Felix’s dead body.

My mind is a complete blank, every sound muffled by the ringing in my ears. It’s like my mind short-circuits, and all I see are flashes of dark and light. It’s all an incoherent mess, hazy and unfocused.

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