Summary

******This story depicts scenes of rape/forced sex. If you are easily bothered by sexual abuse, please find a more suitable story.****** Sephy is a young woman who ran away from her own father at the age of 17 in an attempt to seek a better life for herself. Just when she thinks she has left the life of violence behind, her world is turned upside down.

Chapter 1

Sephy

Breathe…just breathe. I can hear the beat of the music pulsing off every wall in the club as Sarah finishes her performance with Kade signaling me to let me know I am up next. I’ve been dancing at the club for just over a month and I still have stage fright before I go on. As the music dies and applause and whistles erupt from the spectators, I let out one last ragged breath, not even noticing Sarah walk through the curtains until I feel her hand on my shoulder.

“Got them all warmed up for you girl! Go Get em!” Sarah has always been so nice to me, unlike most of the other girls here. I smile at her as I hear ‘Know Me too Well’ by Nothing But Thieves begin to play and make my way onto the stage. My movements are smooth and precise with my hips swaying to the rhythm as I make my way to the pole that sits center stage. I grip the pole tightly with my right leg and slowly spin until I’m facing out toward the audience with the pole now against my back then raise up my left hand as the chorus hits. ‘Filthy impetuous soul, I wanna give it to you, just to see what you do’, I slide down the pole slowly as whistles and cheers flood the room. The stage fright has vanished and I continue my performance feeling much like a lioness stalking her prey. As the song fades out, I take a deep bow knowing how much the boys enjoy seeing my breasts heaving out of the top of my signature black corset. The screams are almost deafening as I see a man climb up on stage and rush toward me. He doesn’t make it far before being tackled by Remi…they never make it far. I smile down at him before making my way backstage.

“Holy shit, you killed it girl!” Sarah screams as she runs up and throws her arms around me.

“Thanks! You were pretty amazing out there yourself!” I’ve always admired how Sarah seems to have unwavering confidence when walking onto the stage. She has a much more ‘active’ role in the club than I do, so maybe that’s what fuels her to be so badass. Sarah not only performs, but she also does private dances and bartends on nights that the club is short staffed.

I never wanted that part of this life…hell, I never wanted any part of this life. I only took the job here because I ran away from home my junior year of high school and found it was nearly impossible to find a job without my high school diploma. I had been living on the streets for more than two months when a chance encounter with Sarah changed everything for me.

She had just finished her shift and was heading home to her apartment when she saw me sitting at the bus stop trying to get out of the rain. I was curled up on the bench when I heard the sound of her heels clacking against the sidewalk. I was surprised when she plopped down next to me and set her hand on my knee while leaning down to make eye contact with me

“Hey sweetie, what’re you doing out here all alone?” her voice was warm and sweet like honey. I looked up to see the most stunning woman. She was tall and thin with the most perfect curves. Her long blonde hair was pulled high on her head and cascaded down her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes were piercing and her pouty lips were stained a beautiful shade of red. I look down and see she has black thigh high boots that nearly touch the hem of her tight red dress that was almost the same shade as her lips.

“Just trying to keep dry.” I can only imagine how pathetic my voice sounded.

“Where are you heading to?” I’m pretty sure she knew I had nowhere to go, but Sarah has never been one to assume anything. I shrug in response. “Do you have anywhere you can go?” her voice is soft and kind as she pushes to get some kind of information from me.

“No.” It’s sad, but this was easily the most human interaction I had had in weeks.

“That settles it. You’re coming home with me!” Her words are a firm demand, but her tone suggested she was quite happy with her decision.

“No, really, it’s ok. I’ll be alright.” I tried everything to dissuade her, not wanting her to pity me.

“Oh no sweetie, I insist. We’re going to get you home so you can shower, change and get some food in you. How long have you been out here?” she sounded so motherly.

“Um…I don’t know…maybe six weeks, or it might be eight. I don’t really know.” she let out a gasp at my response which surprised me.

“Well, I live close by. Let’s go get you warmed up!” She took my hand tightly in hers and pulled me along behind her. I couldn’t help but marvel at how fast she trotted along in those heels. They had to be 6” high and she was practically jogging in them like it was nothing.

Over the next few weeks Sarah pampered me and took care of me like I was her child. When she found out that I had just turned eighteen, but had no high school diploma she had asked if I would be interested in working with her. I was hesitant at first, but after two months on the streets I knew I had no other real options, so I accepted her offer. She took me to the club with her that night and I was hired immediately by the club manager. That was three years ago.

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“Let’s go get a drink before we head home!” Sarah’s voice rings out from behind me.

“Go ahead and head down. I’ll meet you there after I get changed.” I flash a warm smile at her as she quickly nods before bouncing down the stairs. That girl’s energy is never ending! I go to my dressing room and change into a black tank top with short, stonewashed jean shorts and then slide on my tennis shoes. Sarah always tries to get me to dress up more, but after spending seven hours in a corset and thong every night, I like to put on something that feels more comfortable. I whip my long black curls up into a messy bun and make my way down to the bar. As I walk onto the floor the sounds of screams and whistles flood my ears. This is pretty much a nightly occurrence and I respond by bowing and curtseying as I walk by the customers on my way to the bar where Sarah has saved me a seat while Remi is right behind me ensuring no one gets handsy.

“Sephy!” Sarah yells out over the noise of the audience.

“RaRa!” I yell back as she smiles at my use of her stage name. Sarah’s act is always done in a slutty cheerleader outfit, so I have to admit, the name is perfect.

“What are we having tonight, Sephy?” Troy, the bartender, is now smiling at us both as he awaits my drink request.

“Double Johnny Walker black on the rocks please Troy.” he whips around quickly preparing my drink. Within less than a minute it’s sitting before me.

“Johnny is popular tonight!’ he smiles before turning to the shelves and grabbing the bottle.”You sure got the boys riled up tonight Sephy.” his comment has me blushing as I look over to see him set the glass with several others on a tray on the bar in front of me with a smirk on his face.

“Not a hard task with this crowd. Sarah did a fantastic job getting them all warmed up for me!” I smile at Sarah whose attention is focused on Troy. This girl has had the hots for Troy since he was hired six months ago, but the poor guy seems oblivious to it. I constantly try to find ways to get a spark started between them, but so far, my efforts have been useless.

“So, what’re we going to do tomorrow?” I ask Sarah as I remember we have the night off.

“Oh, I volunteered to help bartend tomorrow since Leslie will be out of town. I meant to tell you last night.” Even as she speaks to me, her eyes are still focused on Troy’s every movement.

“Maybe I’ll pop in and have a few drinks then!” As I say this, she quickly turns with a smile on her face.

“You totally should! You can wear that cute black dress you got last week!” she s so excited over the idea of me dressing up that I can’t help but giggle.

“It’s a date then.” I quickly shoot back the rest of my drink right before feeling someone brush across my back and turn to see a tall wicked looking man smiling devilishly back at me as he makes his way to the door. I give Sarah a hug before setting my glass back on the bar and throwing a few $20’s on the counter. “Thanks Troy! And you…I’ll see you at home!” I hug Sarah then make my way toward the back exit.

Chapter 2

Xavier

It has been less than a month since my father passed. I returned to Los Angeles and have slid into the role of Don seamlessly over the last few weeks. Vincent has taken me to meet most of our business associates so we can go over the exchange of power and make sure everyone has confidence that things will remain status quo…even though the former Don has passed, order will remain.

Tonight, we’re going to one of my father’s clubs to meet with the business manager and see what, if any, changes need to be made. After going over the books it seems their profit has increased at an alarming rate which usually means that the business is participating in unlawful activities. While most of our businesses are a cover for unlawful activities, we can’t risk drawing unnecessary attention.

As the car comes to a stop in front of the club, I’m pleasantly surprised by how well maintained the outside is. My driver, Victor, quickly opens my door and I hear it close behind me as I make my way to the front doors. The bouncers outside must have been alerted to the fact that I was coming because they both nod at me before opening the doors. The interior is exactly how I had pictured it. Matte black walls, black carpet with crimson marbling, bar off to the left, stage to the right and dead ahead of me are the private rooms for the one-on-one dances.

Vincent walks in behind me and takes the lead as we make our way to the stairs on the other side of the bar. The bouncer at the top of the stairs unlatches the velvet rope allowing us to pass without a word.

“Want anything from the bar, boss?” Vincent waits patiently for a response.

“Have them bring up a bottle of Johnnie black and a bucket of ice.” I go to the far booth and sit down at the edge. This booth has an amazing view of the stage where I see a beautiful blond twirling herself around the pole in some sexy little cheer uniform.

“Like what you see, boss?” Vincent’s voice pulls me from the view as I smile.

“It certainly is quite a view, that’s for sure.” I let out a chuckle as I turn to see a man approaching the bouncer at the stairs. He lets the man pass, so this must be the manager.

“Good evening, Don Luciano.” He speaks with confidence which is reassuring. I gesture for him to be seated as he quickly slides into the seat at the other end of the booth.

“Please call me Xavier. I’m here tonight to not only introduce myself, but I also wanted to address some concerns we have with the expense reports you sent in.” I watch him shift uncomfortably, suggesting that the sternness I was projecting was adequate.

“I viewed the reports before we submitted them sir, I don’t understand, what has you concerned?” I can hear the genuine confusion in his voice.

“The profits over the last year or so have increased by an impossible amount Mr. Hayes.” I watch his body language as my words soak in, but he does not show any sign of surprise.

“You can call me Jeffrey. The actually increase started almost three years ago sir.” He smiles at his own reply which has me now sitting confused. So, he knew something has been off for three years?

“So, you mean the numbers have been off for three years? Would you care to explain yourself?” I’m now somewhat agitated as I try to think of why my father would have let this go on for so long.

“Not off, just better.” he smiles proudly.

“So, what have you done to increase the output of this place by more than $600 thousand in three years’ time?” my voice is growing cold as I grow increasingly tired of this man sitting before me. He doesn’t voice a response, but instead points to the stage as a new song begins to play. My eyes follow the direction his finger is pointing to see a woman saunter onto the stage, looking slightly nervous if I’m not mistaken. She’s absolutely breathtaking.

Her body is thin, but deliciously curvy. She has long curly black hair that stops just above the most perfectly rounded ass. Her deep blue eyes glisten beneath the lights of the stage. She’s wearing only a tight black lace corset with a matching thong that caresses her milky white skin perfectly. Her plump breasts look as though they’re begging to break free with every sensual movement of her body. She wraps a leg around the pole at the center of the stage and twirls once around it at an excruciatingly slow pace before coming to rest facing the audience with the pole against her back.

My breath hitches as she slowly slides herself down the pole with her legs spreading wider the lower she gets. This woman is a goddess in her own right and she commands the audience as if they were her own little play things. The crowd is roaring and men are throwing money at her feet with it falling like rain. As the song comes to an end I smirk as she takes an obviously intentional deep bow at the head of the stage. Just as she rises from her bow I watch as a man climbs the stage and races to get to her, but he’s quickly taken to the ground by one of the guards before the man can even get close to her.

“As you can see, our security is on point.” He chuckles out his comment.

“Yes Jeffery, I can see that. Who is that woman?” My eyes fall back to the goddess as she exits the stage.

“That’s Sephy, well her name is Persephony, but she hates being called that. These boys can’t get enough of her. She’s the one to blame for all the increase in profits. Since she started here, we never have an empty seat in the house!” He gestures out to the crowd gleefully and he’s right, there’s not a single empty table in the building and all eyes were fixed to the stage until she walked out of sight.

“So, there is no ‘under the table’ activity occurring here? No prostitution? Drug sales?” I cock my head to the side as I await a response.

“No, sir. Everything is above the board here. We have a lot of law enforcement that frequents the club and I’m not about to bring the heat down on any of us.” His words show conviction which is reassuring to say the least. We continue with small talk and he walks me through security protocol and staff responsibilities.

“So, do incidents like that happen often?” I gesture down to the stage and he quickly realizes I’m referring to the man who was tackled on stage.

“Every now and then we have a customer get a little too rowdy, but the girls’ safety is always our top priority. The guards have ensured that since day one.” I nod and I go back to staring out at the crowd below.

“I have to get back to work sir, but if you have any other questions just let Seth over there know and I’ll get my ass right back up here.” I look at the guard by the door that Jeffery is pointing at and nod for him to leave.

As I’m about to pour myself a drink I hear cheers and whistles fill the room below me. I stand to see what’s causing such a commotion and below me I see the goddess herself being escorted to the bar by the same bouncer that tackled the man on stage. The reactions of the crowd only serve to confirm what Jeffery was saying about the men not being able to get enough of her and in this moment, I know exactly how they feel.

I sit back in my seat and watch her as she talks playfully with the bartender and the cute little blonde dancer from earlier. I chuckle to myself at the stark contrast between the two girls. The blonde definitely looks like she belongs in this place, but the little goddess…had I not seen her on stage, I would never be able to imagine her dancing so seductively on a stage in front of a room packed full with salivating men. Seeing her now, she looks so sweet and innocent which sparks a fire in me.

“Like a lamb in a room full of wolves.” I mumble the words with a wicked smile pulling at my lips.

“Xavier, do you want me to have Victor pull the car around?” Vincent is eyeing me with a smile as he sees where my gaze is fixed. In this moment I want nothing more than to sit here and watch her for the rest of the night, but I have much to do still.

“Yes, Vinny, I need to go meet with Carlo before we can head home for the night.” I feel my blood boiling as I mention Carlo’s name. The man is a rat and it s about time something be done to put an end to his meddling. I throw back the last of my drink then follow Vincent down the stairs toward the entrance. I feel myself grow heated as we pass the bar and my arm gently brushes across the goddess’s back and I toss her an evil grin as I continue to follow Vincent out the door.

Chapter 3

Sephy

As I open the back door, I’m hit with an icy gust of air and shuter as I wrap my arms around my chest. I pass the dumpsters and walk down the alley toward Olympic Blvd where the apartment I share with Sarah is located. The alley is dark and quiet like usual as I put my ear buds in and flip through my phone looking for a song to distract me from the cold on my walk. I settle on a cover of Tainted Love done by Marilyn Manson and begin to slowly make my way further down the alley.

I always enjoy my leisurely walks home because it gives me time to decompress after a long night. Perhaps if I didn’t have a need for my music to be so loud, I might have heard the rapidly approaching footsteps behind me. I don’t even feel anything at first, but I hear a loud crack that causes my ears to ring as my vision goes black. I don’t know how long I’m out of it, but when I start to come to, I feel my head throbbing and a stinging pain all across my back.

It takes another moment before I realize I’m moving and there’s a large pressure on top of me and a burning pain between my legs. I begin to squirm and wriggle as I try to break free and as my vision begins to focus I see a shadowy figure hovering over me and feel him thrusting into me as he’s grunting and panting. The realization of what’s happening comes on hard and fast as I begin fighting with everything I have in me, but my efforts make no opening for me to escape. I begin sobbing uncontrollably as I beg for it to stop.

“Please stop! Get off me! Oh god please stop!” I scream but it only seems to fuel him more as he thrust harder and harder. “HELP! Somebody help me!” I am screaming so loud that my throat is stinging.

“Shut up you filthy whore!” the figure shouts at me before raising his hand and bringing it down in full swing. I feel his hand connect with the side of my face as my vision goes black once again.

‘Beep…beep…beep.’ The sound draws me out of the depths of darkness that I’ve been hiding in. I open my eyes and am immediately blinded by white light flooding into my eyes.

“Oh my god! Sephy!” Sarah’s voice sounds weak and broken as if she hasn’t slept in days. “Doctor! Nurse! Somebody!” Her yells cause a flash of memory, maybe a nightmare?

‘HELP! Somebody help me!’ The words are echoing in my mind as pain begins to spread like wildfire through my entire body.

“Hold on Sephy, let me go get the doctor!” Sarah cries out in a frantic voice as she sees me writhing on the bed with a loud screech bursting past my lips.

“No! Please don’t leave me.” I beg her to stay and like the beautiful soul she is, she does. I hear the sound of someone burst through the door, followed by footsteps quickly approaching my bed.

“Miss…there’s no last name listed on the paperwork here. Miss, can you tell me your last name please?” The doctor is thankfully a woman which has put my mind at ease, well…somewhat.

“Costello. My name is Persephony Costello.” I hear how raspy my voice is as I reach a hand to my throat and wince as my fingers graze across it.

“Oh no, don’t touch it!” Sarah quickly takes a gentle hold of my hand to draw it away from my neck. I look at her with concern and confusion as I try to understand what’s happening.

“Miss Costello, do you know where you are?” The doctor is speaking in a soft tone and I can see an unbelievable amount of concern in her eyes as she watches me.

“Um…the hospital?” The words trailing off as I try to process why I’m here.

“Yes. You are at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center. Do you know why you’re here?” Her question pushes me to think back to last night. I remember having a drink with Sarah…leaving the club…and…

“Oh god…” I begin sobbing uncontrollably as I remember the shadowy figure and the pain as it all rushes back to me like a tidal wave.

“It’s ok sweetie, I’m here. You’re going to be ok!” Sarah is now crying with me as she crawls up onto the side of the bed and pulls me to her.

“We ran a rape kit the moment you arrived, but there was no semen present which means he likely wore a condom. You don’t have a concussion, but will undoubtedly be sore for a while. We’ve dressed all of your wounds and you’ve been cleared to go home once you feel up to it, but please…don’t rush. I have the number for a counselor here who specifically works with women in the same situation as you. I’m so sorry this happened to you miss Costello…I really am.” Her words are heavy and sincere, but they offer no comfort right now. She quietly sets the discharge papers on the counter and nods to Sarah before exiting the room.

“I’m so sorry, Sephy! I should never have let you walk home alone! This is all my fault!” I can hear in her voice how much she truly believes that that, but this isn’t her fault.

“I’ve made that walk home every day for the last three years and you know that. Please don’t blame yourself. How could you possibly have known something like this would happen?” I give her a pained smile.

“Why don’t we get you dressed and I’ll take you home.” She pulls me in for a gentle hug as I nod at her.

“Can…can you wait for me in the hall? I won’t take long, I promise.” she hesitates at my request, but after a moment she nods.

“I’ll be right outside this door if you need anything.” her head is hung low as she closes the door behind her.

I slide off the bed slowly as I try to adjust to the pain that seems to be radiating from every inch of my body. I make it into the bathroom, but the short walk there seemed to take an eternity. As I remove the hospital gown I gasp at the state of the body I see before me in the mirror. There are bruises and cuts practically everywhere. My cheek is black and swollen from where he landed the blow that knocked me unconscious in the end.

As my eyes slowly work their way down, I wince at the cut on my lip. My eyes move lower, stopping at my neck where large hand shaped bruises cover the entire length. I choke out a sob as I realize that I don’t even remember him choking me. I step back from the mirror and look down to see more bruises and scrapes winding down my chest and stomach. As I look down and see the bruising on my inner thighs I immediately turn to the toilet and barely make it before vomiting.

“Are you ok? Do you want some help?” Sara’s heavenly voice pulls my attention back to what I’m supposed to be doing.

“No…I’m fine.” I choke out the words so weakly. Sarah flings the door open and rushes to my side right as I feel the tears begin pouring from my eyes. I know she could see that I’m far from fine and her presence lets me know that I don’t have to be fine…not now.

After I calm down enough to gain some sort of composure, Sarah helps me to stand up. I watch as she walks to the door and reaches to grab a bag off the counter. She pulls out a pair of sweatpants and walks over to me. Without a word she bends down and helps me to slide my feet in. She then slides them up, so very carefully. As she walks back to the bag, I make my way to her and stop in my tracks as I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror. I can see the left side of my back and it looks as though someone took sandpaper to my flesh. Sarah quickly places her hands on my cheeks and turns my head to her.

“Don’t look baby girl. Just look at me.” As she sees my breathing steadying, she quickly grabs the baggy t-shirt from the bag and helps slide it over my head causing me to wince as it slides over the back of my head.

“Oh god! I forgot about the staples!” She gasps at the sudden realization.

“St…staples?” I’m not sure if I’m shocked or confused at this point.

“Yeah, there are eleven. The cops found a pipe with blood on it…” Her voice trails off and I can see how uncomfortable it makes her to think of the things that have brought us to this moment.

“Oh.” I don’t know how else to respond as she quietly helps slide my shoes on my feet.

“Let’s go home.” Her voice is full of so much love and concern that I can’t help but smile a little at the thought of how lucky I am to have her in my life.

Chapter 4

Xavier

I can’t believe how well things went last night. First with the club and then dealing with Carlo was much easier than I had expected it to be. Luckily my dad ran a pretty tight ship, so taking over things has been a pretty simple process. My mind keeps racing back to last night at the club and the beautiful goddess.

“Vincent, we’re going to head down to the club tonight.” He walks quickly into the room the moment I say his name.

“I’ll have Victor get the car ready.” He leaves as quickly as he arrived. Vincent has always been one of my father’s number one guards and it’s easy to see why. No arguments, hesitation or push back…just sheer, loyal obedience.

We pull up to the club around the same time as the night before and the bouncers at the door seem unphased by my presence which suggests that my father likely frequented the establishment before he passed. They quickly open the doors as I approach with only a nod in my direction as I enter. As I enter, I can see that the security seems to have doubled which immediately piques my interest.

“Bring Jeffery upstairs right away. I want to know what the hell’s going on.” Without a pause, Vincent disappears around the bar as he makes his way to Jeffery’s office while I make my way to the stairs. I’ve only been sitting for a few minutes when I hear the shuffling of footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Good evening, Don. You needed to see me?” His words seem a little shaky which is a clear indication that Vincent understood the message he was meant to convey when he retrieved Jeffery for me.

“What’s with this?” I gesture below to the more than doubled amount of security present.

“Oh! Well, one of the girls was attacked last night. I thought it better to take extra precaution from here out to ensure the girls’ safety. I assure you this is the first time anything like this has happened while I’ve been here.” His words come out rushed and worried.

“Why is this the first I’m hearing about this?!” My words nearly crumble him as he takes a step back, landing himself against Victor’s broad chest.

“I…I…I called and left a message with Tori like your father had told me to if I had any issues!” His tone is practically pleading with me for mercy.

“Victor, verify this now.” I bark and thrust my gaze back to Jeffery causing his breath to catch in his throat. “Is the girl ok?”

“Well, she was taken to the hospital and checked out this morning. She lives with one of the other girls, so she has someone taking care of her.” He seems genuinely concerned and well informed of the situation. “My guy there said they ran a rape kit, but the mother fucker wore a condom so they got nothing to help them find him.” I can hear the anger boiling inside his voice.

“She was raped?!” I practically shout the words as I rise from my seat. In my line of work there is little that we don’t tolerate, but rapists and snitches are the lowest forms of scum. We’re quick to snuff the light out of anyone we find guilty of either.

“Yes…yes sir. She was beaten pretty bad too.” Jeffery is now staring at the ground with an unmistakable look of guilt and disgust written all over him.

“Boss, he did call it in last night. Tori said she meant to email you about it first thing this morning, but ‘forgot’” Vincent is visibly irritated with having to relay the last part of that.

“I’ll deal with Tori later. Who’s this girl, the one who was…hurt?” I can’t even bring myself to speak the word rape.

“Persephony, sir.” The moment I hear her name I feel an inexplicable feeling of rage building inside me.

“I want this fucker found and I mean NOW!” My orders are not to one specific person, but rather to everyone within earshot.

“Vincent, I want you to get ahold of Dr. Masters at Cedars-Sinai and get an update on her injuries. There’s a chance they might match up to some other cases which will help to narrow the list of possible scum bags for us. I also want an update on her current condition within the next ten minutes.” My orders are quick and precise. A woman walks in and places a drink on the table in front of me and I simply wave her off. Only a few minutes later I hear Vincent’s heavy footsteps approaching.

“Boss, I spoke with her roommate. She’s pretty banged up and she said she doesn’t think it’s all really set in yet. Dr. Masters emailed me the full report and…this was one sick bastard sir. She was lucky to have survived.” Vincent hands me his phone that has a full body photograph of her injuries which immediately makes my stomach wretch. She’s bruised from head to toe. The only place in the picture where bruises are not visible is the area covered by her hospital gown, but I’m certain they lie just below its surface as well. How could this damaged creature possibly be the same person who was on stage last night?

“Ears to the ground Vincent. I want him found.” Vincent only nods before he quickly heads downstairs to my men who’ve already begun to enter the club in droves. I watch as he distributes the information to them and makes my orders clear. They all nod and then rush out to do what these men do best. I don’t even touch the drink that was placed before me. I make my way to the stairs when it dawns on me that the guard standing at the top of the stairs is the same man who I saw tackle the man on the stage last night. His face seems different…weighted somehow.

“Sir…” I am caught off guard by the fact that he’s addressing me as I approach. I cock my head to the side as I wait for him to speak again. “I-I think I might be able to help find this piece of shit.”

“Is that so?” My words showing that I have no patience and expect him to get to the point.

“He comes in here sometimes…a lot more as of lately. I’ve noticed him leaving right after Sephy leaves for about a week now. He shows up right before she performs and then leaves when she leaves. This man creeps the hell out of even me, sir.” His words have my undivided attention as I ask my next question.

“Does this guy have a name?” His eyes get wide and he leans in closer.

“Tyrone Coletta, sir.” It hits me why he feels the need to keep quiet about this. Tyrone Coletta is the son of Governor Aubrey Coletta. He’s been in the news more than his mother with all his exploits and arrests, the latest one being a ‘situation’ where he was accused of attempting to rape a girl at the local community college. All the evidence was there, but he still got off scott free when the girl backed out of pressing charges. We all knew about the case and no one was happy to see him get away with what everyone knows he did.

“Thank you…” Shit…I never got his name.

“Remi, sir. The name is Remi Salano.” Ah yes, this is Herman Salano’s son. Herman was my father’s right-hand man up until he passed six years ago when he took a bullet intended for my father.

“I appreciate the information Remi. You’ll let me know if you find out anything more?” The last was clearly more of a demand than a question.

“Of course, sir.” He nods and then lifts the red velvet rope for me to exit.

Chapter 5

Sephy

I’ve been home now for almost five weeks and physically, I’m fully healed. Sarah makes it easy to see that my mental state is much more fractured than my exterior. I jump at every little noise and being around men makes me feel uneasy, but who can blame me? I started seeing the counselor a few days after I got out of the hospital. I had hoped I could just get back into my normal routine, but she had assured me it may not be so easy and I can’t help but hate that she was right. Dr. Master’s has been a huge help, but I know there’s a lot I’ll have to get through on my own. Yesterday she told me I should consider returning to work. At first the idea sent my anxiety through the roof, but as I sit here thinking about things, I decide she’s right.

“Sarah, do you know where my shoes are?” I yell down the hall.

“Um, yeah. Where are you going?” Sarah quickly makes her way to the living room and I see the look of concern gripping tightly at her features.

“Well, I’m going to work.” I shrug as I say the words that stop her dead in her tracks.

“Uh…are you sure you’re ready for that?” I know she’s trying to think of what’s best for me, but her care and concern has been suffocating me over the past five weeks. I love her for everything she’s done, but I’ve always taken care of myself. I have no doubt that I couldn’t have made it through this without her, but now…RIGHT now…I need to blow off some steam.

“Yep! Now seriously…where the hell did my shoes run off to?!” My giggle seems to ease her nerves some as she lets out a soft giggle of her own.

“They’re by the door.” She laughs pointing next to me where, sure enough, my shoes are sitting neatly by the front door.

“Lord have mercy! I would lose my head if the damn thing weren’t fastened so tightly to my neck!” I shout playfully as I slowly raise my hand up and run my fingers across my neck gently.

“Oh sweetie, it’s all healed. Hell, the only way you can tell anything happened is if you look at your back, but even the scars there are really light!” Her words carry the hope of encouragement. I give her a strained smile, like a silent ‘thank you’ for her efforts to snap me back to the here and now.

“I already called Jeffery. He said he can’t wait to see us.” I smile as I head out the front door. Sarah and I walk hand in hand to the club. I feel her eyes on me the whole way as if she’s trying to watch for any sign that I may be pushing myself to go back to soon, but I hold steady. As we make our way to the large door at the front we’re greeted by Seth and Kade who both seem overjoyed at the sight of me. Seth goes in to give me a hug when Sarah quickly steps in to stop him.

“It’s ok Sarah!” I quickly shout out as Seth stands looking like he just ran over his son’s dog. I quickly duck around her and throw my arms around him and squeeze him tightly. Seth has always been so kind to me and I’ve even had dinner with his wife and kids a few times. Perhaps it’s my history with him, but having him here settles my nerves a little. As I pull away, he quickly opens the door for us to go inside. Sarah takes my hand as she pulls us through the crowd of people and I find myself wondering if any of these people know what happened…and quickly hoping that they didn’t.

“Sephy!” Troy shouts from the bar as we pass by. I give him a huge smile and a wave as Sarah continues to pull me through the doors to the dressing room.

“Could he get any hotter?!” She whispers heatedly in my ear.

“You know he’s never going to pick up on your less than subtle hints, right?” I shoot her a knowing look. Something tells me that she only flirts with him because it’s a sure bet that he won’t make a move…like it makes her feel safe having someone she can fantasize about without having to actually be intimate with.

“He’s so clueless I swear! Oh, but GOD he is sexy!” She giggles as she leads me to my room. “Do you need any help?”

“Nope. It’s like riding a bike.” I smile at her as she nods and makes her way to her own room. I quickly take off my shoes, shorts and underwear, replacing them with my signature black lace thong. As I lift my shirt over my head I stop to look in the mirror at the small scars that are scattered across my back.

“Well, my corset will cover you nicely. It’ll be like it never happened, even if only for a few minutes a night.” The words come out on a ragged breath as if I’m trying to convince myself. I slide on my corset just as my door opens and Sarah makes her way into my room.

“Let me lace that for you, sweetie.” She gestures for me to turn as she quickly takes the laces in her hands. She pulls them until the corset is tightened and then ties them carefully. “Perfect!”

“Thank you, Sarah.” I smile warmly remembering the first time she helped me inch up my corset. ‘Pain is beauty girl, now suck in!’. I giggle as the memory fades and look to see her smiling back at me.

“It’s so good to see that smile of yours again.” Her words are so sincere and loving.

“You’re on in three Sarah.” We hear Jasper yell from somewhere in the main lobby.

“Ok girl, See you on the other side!” She squeals as she runs out of my room. I make my way out to the lobby and lean against the wall by the curtain which gives me a clear view of the stage. Sarah had always told me that this was the best view in the house and as usual, she wasn’t wrong. I hear the beat vibrate the walls as her song starts and she saunters onto the stage in her usual slutty cheerleader outfit. As Toxic by Britney Spears tears through the speakers, she quickly jumps into her performance. She shakes her hips, spins, crawls and slides across the stage in the most seductive manner which has all the boys reacting as though they were nothing more than a bunch of horny teenage boys on prom night.

“Hey, you’re up in three, Sephy.” Jeffery’s soft voice from behind me scares the shit out of me.

“Ok, thanks.” I pant out as I hold a hand grasping at my chest.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry Sephy! I didn’t mean to scare you!” He seems to be internally scolding himself over his actions.

“No, it’s ok! I just didn’t hear you walk up…I mean how could I?” I gesture around to the speakers as he laughs. It’s in this moment that I realize I was practically shouting at him.

“Hey, we have a special guest here tonight. Think you can send a cute little wave up to the VIP booth before you leave the stage tonight?” He smiles playfully and I just nod at his request.

I stand with my eyes closed doing the ‘focused breathing’ that Dr. Masters taught me as I hear the song starts…Our Diabolical Rapture by H.I.M. begins shaking the speakers as I glide out onto the stage with my hips swaying. The second I hit the stage a feeling of peace washes over me and it’s like I’m the only one in the room. It’s not until the song ends and the roar of applause, cheers and whistles erupts that I finally acknowledged all the other people in the room. Quickly reminded of Jeffery’s request, I decide to do one better. As I go to rise from my typical deep bow I raise my gaze to the VIP booth on the balcony and blow a kiss to the silhouette seated at it. I make my way off stage and to my room with Sarah hot on my heels.

“WHAT was THAT!” She whips the words at me as she closes my door, turning to look at me with her eyes wide as saucers.

“Just doing Jeffery a favor.” I shrug as I pull my hair up into a messy bun. “Release me from my cage girl cause I need a drink.” I whip my arms out to allow her easy access to the ties on my corset. Once she has it loosened, she quickly heads to the door.

“Want me to wait for you?” The concern in her voice is thick.

“No, I’ll meet you at the bar.” I offer a reassuring smile as she walks out with my door closing behind her. I quickly slip out of my outfit and slide on my purple lace underwear and then my black jean miniskirt. I’m glad I brought a few different shirts from home as I glance over at my tank tops hesitantly as I realize they would reveal my scars. I pull out a white shirt and a black suede vest then quickly pull them on. I slip on my sandals as I hurry to the bar to join Sarah.

“Want the usual?” Troy’s voice beckons to me as I reach the seat beside Sarah.

“Yes please!” I plop down beside her and lay my head on her shoulder as I let out a deep sigh at the relief I feel by being here with her.

“You good baby girl?” She looks down at me quizzically.

“Yeah, I’m great. I think I’m a little out of shape though!” I laugh as I feel the strain of my performance wearing on me.

“Thanks Troy!” I try to hand him a $20 as he slides my drink to me.

“No can do. It’s already paid for.” he smiles smugly as he walks to the other end of the bar to take another customer’s order.

“Who the fuck bought me a drink?” I notice Sarah is looking around now too. We both look to Troy who simply smiles at us and points up to the VIP booth.

“Well damn, if a kiss gets you a drink…what would he have done if you gave him a little peek at them titties?!” We both laugh at her comment as I quickly slam my first drink.

“Well, we aren’t ever going to find out now, are we? Troy! Another please!” Sarah rolls her eyes at me and then quickly adjusts herself as Troy approaches and pours me another drink. Once again, I try to slip him the $20 and he shakes his head, refusing to take my money. I find that I’m now getting irritated with the situation. “Troy, how many drinks did this gentleman pay for exactly?” I know that my irritation is on full display when I see the grimace on Troy’s face.

“He just said to put your order on his tab.” He shrugs before turning around to wash a glass.

“Big mistake asshole. Troy, I want a bottle of Johnnie for me and, what do you want girl?” I turn and look at Sarah with a devilish grin.

“OH! Patron!” She squeals excitedly. She immediately knew the game I was playing at the second she saw my smile. Troy hesitates and I catch him glance up at the man at the booth and my eyes follow his gaze just in time to see the man nod the ok. This only infuriates me further. As Troy goes to set the bottle on the counter, I yank it from his hands and hop down off the bar stool, making my way toward the stairs that lead to the VIP booth. I reach the top of the stairs and am Greeted by Remi.

“Hey Sephy! What’re you doing up here?” Remi smiles down at me and before I can answer a voice shoots out from behind him.

“Let her in.” Oh, how I’m going to make him regret his choice to face me. I practically shove past poor Remi as soon as the rope is unhooked and make my way to the table, slamming the bottle down before sliding into the booth across from him. I try to make immediate eye contact, but I’m finding myself momentarily distracted by the man before me. Even seated, I can tell he’s quite tall. He has broad shoulders that are not very well hidden by his pinstripe suit jacket. His hair is jet black, short on the sides, but the top is longer and a few strands are falling into his face. He has beautiful blue eyes and lips…oh shit…snap out of it! My eyes whip up to his.

“Do you think I’m incapable of paying for my own drinks, mister…” I trail off as I realize I don’t even know the name of the man I’m reprimanding.

“Xavier. I don’t recall saying you were incapable of anything, little one.” Oh hell no, who does he think he is?!

“Ok, Xavier. Let me make something perfectly clear here. First off, I don’t need some man to go around buying my drinks. Second, I’m not your little one.” My voice is treading close to a yell at this point.

“And thirdly?” He smiles sadistically as he sees that he’s caught me off guard.

“Excuse me?” I feel my cheeks growing heated at his question.

“Listen little one, I meant no offense when I instructed Troy to put your drinks on my tab. I figured we all owe you at least that.” is words sting as I realize that the incident was not the secret I had hoped it to be.

“I…just because I was made a victim by some piece of shit in a dark alley, that does not mean I’m a victim now.” I walk away from the table and hurry down the stairs and back to my dressing room as I fight back the tears that I feel building in my eyes.

Chapter 6

Xavier

God she is spirited! I find myself struggling to catch my breath as she scurried away. I had not intended to mention the incident, but it kind of just happened and boy do I regret it. I look over to where she was sitting and see her bottle of Johnnie Walker still sitting on the table in front of me. At least she has good taste. I giggle to myself at the thought.

“Remi, can you please see to it that she gets this?” I nod over at the bottle and Remi quickly walks over, grabbing the bottle in front of me.

“Sure thing!” He turns and yells down to the bar. “Sarah! Can you come here please?” Without hesitation the little blonde woman hurries up the stairs. “Please take this to Sephy.” He hands her the bottle as a puzzled look takes over her face.

“Um, yeah. I’ll take it to her.” Without another word, she’s off, weaving through the customers as she makes her way to the dressing room. I marvel at how she has to twist and turn to move past them, but when Sephy took off to the dressing room the crowd parted for her like Moses parting the Red Sea.

“Remi, please see to it that someone escorts those girls home will you?” My request is quickly acknowledged as Remi immediately takes to his phone.

“Done, sir. Seth will escort them.” I sigh as I sit back in the booth. Why is this girl so damn mesmerizing? Sure, she’s drop dead gorgeous, but something about her just has me hooked. I’ve been in here every night since the incident in the alley, waiting for her. I asked Jeffery about her every night seeing if there was any word on if she would be coming back. I felt the greatest feeling of relief when I walked in tonight and Jeffery looked at me and smiled with a reassuring nod. The goddess had returned.

I stay until I see the two women exit the dressing room and head toward the doors and I quickly follow behind and don’t stop until I see Seth standing at their side.

“Sir!” Remi’s voice pulls me out of my trance and I snap my head over to see what he wants. “Sir, he’s here.” His words fill me with instant rage.

“Quietly bring him to Jeffery’s office. I want him there now.” I bark my orders and walk quickly to Jeffery’s office and enter without so much as a knock. Jeffery is sitting behind his desk with a confused look on his face and Remi enters behind me with a man who looks like the pristine definition of a creep. He’s tall and gangly, has greasy blonde hair that’s lazily brushed back on top of his head and clothes that could make him easily be mistaken as a homeless person.

“Sit.” Remi orders the man as he forcefully pushes him to the chair next to where I’m standing.

“What the fuck is going on? Do you know who my mother is?!” His shouts come in broken bursts as his eyes flick between Remi, Jeffery and myself. I can practically smell his fear.

“I have some questions and if you know what’s good for you, Tyrone, you WILL answer them.” My words have clearly gotten the point across because this filthy bastard is shaking as he grabs the armrests of the chair with white knuckles.

“Wh-what questions?” He stutters the words out clumsily as he continues flashing his gaze around the room.

“I want you to tell me about a dark night…in an alley…about, oh I don’t know, 5 and half weeks ago?” As I stare at him I see it…the look of realizing you’ve been caught.

“I-I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about!” He shouts as Remi quickly whips his head in my direction.

“Um…boss? I think you made him piss himself.” The look of amusement on his face causes me to let out a sadistic laugh and I place my hands on Tyrone’s shoulders and squeeze tightly, lowering my head until my mouth is right by his ear.

“Oh Tyrone, you should know better than to lie to me. I know I’m new around here, so I’m going to give you one more chance. Tell me what happened that night.” He lets out a jagged breath as I stand back up behind him. A moment later it feels like the air shifts as Tyrone seems to find some hidden reserve of confidence.

“So you want to know about the sound that was made when the bar slammed into the back of the bitches head? Or are you wanting me to tell you about her pathetic cries for help as I fucked the shit out of her in the alley? I did get tired of hearing the little bitches whimpers though so I gripped that neck until she couldn’t scream anymore. I woulda finished the little whore off if that girl hadn’t shown up.” His confession has my mind reeling and my stomach turning as all I see is red. I snap out of it when I feel Remi’s arms wrapped around me as he pulls me away from a bloody lump of flesh that I can only assume was Tyrone.

“Boss!” Remi sounds like he’s near panic as he yells to me.

“What?! I’m good! Get the fuck off me!” I can tell he’s reluctant to let go, but he does.

“What the hell Xavier?!” I hear Jeffery’s voice from across the room and see all the color has drained from his face.

“Did he say anything else?” I feel ridiculous having to ask, but I honestly can’t remember a damn thing. I look down at my knuckles and realize that my hands and suit are covered in blood, a few of my knuckles are split open and both hands are a little swollen.

“He mumbled something about how he had to do it, but then you just kept hitting him.” Remi watches me closely as he gauges my reaction to this.

“Is he..,” I look down at him as I prepare to ask if I ended the little fucker, but Remi quickly steps in.

“No, he’s still breathing. What should we do with him?” He gives Tyrone a small kick as he asks.

“Call Vincent in and have him take this piece of shit to the warehouse. He’s in for a long fucking night.” Remi nods his understanding and quickly exits the room. “I’ll have the cleaning crew here before sunup to clean up this mess. I’m sorry you had to witness this shit Jeffery.”

“Appreciate it, boss. Oh and no need to apologize. I was just surprised at that fucking look on your face as you tore into him. That shit was feral as fuck.” He chuckles as he thinks back on it.

“My mother always said I had my dads temper, but in this line of work…it comes in handy.” I chuckle at myself before growing serious once more. “Did she make it home ok?”

“Oh yeah, Seth called me as soon as they went inside to let me know they were safe.” His words help to calm me as I think back to the little spitfire who came up to the balcony to harass me earlier.

“Thanks Jeffery.”

Chapter 7

Sephy

I have to admit that it was a huge comfort having Seth walk us home tonight. I really can’t believe how well the night went….well until that arrogant jerk had to go and fuck it all up.

“Penny for your thoughts sweetie?” Sarah sits across from me looking at me as if I have been adrift on some other planet this whole time.

“Huh?” I tilt my head and cock an eyebrow in confusion.

“You’ve been out of it pretty much all night…and then you went and yelled at Don Luciano! What the hell were you thinking?!” As his name leaves her lips, I feel my blood run cold.

“That was Don Luciano…as in the mob boss’s son? Like…owner of the club and can easily fire my ass on a whim?!” I feel my stomach turning at the thought as I replay the conversation with him in my head.

“Yep…that’s the one.” She laughs nervously as she gives her response.

“Oh fuck me! I’m so screwed. Should I apologize? Shit, who the fuck apologizes to a mob boss. What’s wrong with me!” I’m clearly having a breakdown when I’m brought back down by the feeling of Sarah’s arms wrapping around me and squeezing tightly.

“Relax sweetie, if he was that upset I doubt he would’ve had me bring you your bottle of Johnnie.” She giggles which now has me giggling as well.

“Shit…did he really?” I ask shyly as I run my hand over my face.

“He sure did. Now, let’s get some sleep. You look tired as hell!” Her words have me casting a playful glare in her direction.

“Yeah, yeah. I know I look like shit.” I whip back with a smile. We both head to our rooms and close our doors behind us.

It’s so cold. Fuck, my head is throbbing! Where the hell am I? Oh god, what’s happening. Jesus Christ! My back is on fire!

’Ugh! Oh god, you’re so fucking tight!”

No, no, no…this is not happening.

‘Please stop! Get off me! Oh god please stop!’ God my throat!

‘Shut up you filthy Whore!’

I shoot up off my bed gasping for air as I feel arms around me and shift into unbridled panic.

“Ssshhh, It’s ok sweetie, it was just a nightmare. I’m here, you’re home, you’re safe.” Her words are like a drug that helps ease me down from the ledge as I break down into a heap of uncontrollable sobs. “Oh baby girl, it’s ok. Let it all out. I got you.”

I cry myself to sleep in her arms and she simply holds me like a protective mother hen guarding her little chicks. Luckily the nightmare doesn’t return because Sarah was right, I was exhausted.

When I open my eyes, I’m now alone in my room, but I can hear Sarah out in the living room talking to someone. I quickly throw on my black silk robe and make my way out of my room and down the hall as if I’m being pulled by her voice. I freeze in place at the end of the hall as I see who it is that she is talking to, but it’s too late to turn around because his eyes are on me like a lion watching its prey.

“Sephy! I was starting to think you were going to sleep all day!” Sarah quickly bounces over to me and pulls me into a hug pressing her mouth to my ear and whispers, “He’s been waiting for you for an hour! I’ll leave you two alone.” As she pulls back she wiggles her eyebrows at me before running down the hall to her room, slamming the door behind her.

“Um….hi.” I silently reprimand myself for my inability to find something….ANYTHING else to say. He chuckles as he watches the irritation play across my face.

“Hi to you too. Will you please have a seat?” His words are so fucking smooth and I’m not nearly awake enough to protest at this point, so I take a seat in the chair across from him. For a brief moment I could swear he looks like he’s disappointed by the distance between us, but he quickly covers his expression with a warm smile.

“So…first you insist on paying for my drinks and now…what? You’re here to make me breakfast?” I glance over to the paper bags sitting on the kitchen counter. He chuckles softly.

“Well, I could if you want me to, but I have other reasons for stopping by today.” Ok…so he has piqued my curiosity a LITTLE.

“What exactly might that reason be, Mister Luciano?” As his name leaves my lips he smirks devilishly.

“Last night, my men and I found the man who attacked you.” his words instantly make my blood run cold. “I want you to understand that he will NEVER be able to hurt you again. You have my word.”

“I…but…who?” I’m completely incapable of forming a coherent sentence, but I see he understands what I’m asking.

“His name was Tyrone….Tyrone Coletta.” His words confuse me rather than offering me relief.

“Like…the mayor’s kid? THAT Tyrone Coletta?!” I know his mother’s status makes no difference, but I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

“One and the same, little one. I need to ask you something and I need you to be honest with me.” He watches me as he awaits a response, so I nod. “Do you know a Frankie Costello?” I freeze at the mention of my father’s name. For the last few years, he’s been nothing more than the demon in my nightmares. It takes me a moment, but I nod in response. “How do you know him?”

I hesitate a moment and then lower my head. “My name is Persephony Costello. Frankie Castello is my father.” I hear it the moment his breath hitches at the realization of who I really am.

“You mean to tell me that your father is Frankie “Dead Eye” Costello?!” His voice is so full of shock over this revelation.

“Yes. What does he have to do with this?” I decide to get to the point before panic can fully set in.

“Well, we found out from Tyrone that Frankie had hired him to track you down. He was told to ‘take care of you’ once you were found.” I’m sitting here like a deer in headlights. My father always made it clear that he hated me. He beat me on a regular basis and never failed to remind me of how fucking worthless I was. This is the reason I ran away. I wanted freedom and I figured that my absence would please him.

“Did he say anything else?” I’m grasping at straws, trying desperately to help this all make sense, but as I look into Xavier’s eyes I see something that makes me uneasy.

“No, he didn’t have any more information than that.” His words seem to hold so much more meaning than he s letting on to.

“Wh-where is he now?” I see him wince a little at my question and I can’t stop myself from pressing for the answer. “Where the fuck is Tyrone, Xavier?!”

“He’s no longer a problem, but your father…that’s a whole other story.” His words bring my thoughts to a screeching halt as I realize I can’t breathe. Oh fuck…why can’t I breathe?! After what seems like an eternity, everything goes dark.

Chapter 8

Xavier

As I mention her father again she begins to hyperventilate and then I watch her eyes roll into the back of her head. I was barely able to drop to the floor fast enough to catch her as she fell forward in her chair.

“Sarah! Call 9-1-1!” I shout down the hall. Sarah runs out of her room phone in hand, already dialing through as she makes her way over to me.

“What the hell hap….yes, my name is Sarah Burke. My friend just collapsed.” She rattles out her address and pleads with them to hurry. I quickly slide my phone out of my pocket at hit #3.

“Vincent, tell Victor to start the car, I’ll be down right away. We need to get to Cedars-Sinai. Sarah, tell them we’re on our way.” She opens her mouth to protest as she points at her phone and I quickly interrupt. “I can get her there faster than they can!” I don’t wait for her to even react before lifting Sephy into my arms and quickly standing and bolting out the door. By the time I make it to the car I see Vincent hanging up his phone as Victor holds the door open for me. Vincent attempts to help slide Sephy into the car, but quickly retracts his arms when I shoot a glare his way.

“Dr. Masters has been informed that we’re coming and the private suite is ready. What the hell happened?” I hear the hesitation as he asks the last part and I let out a ragged sigh before looking down at the goddess in my arms who now looks so weak and frail.

“I don’t fucking know Vincent. I told her what was going on and she fucking lost it. I think she had a panic attack or something.” Vincent clearly hears the panic in my own voice at this point.

“Boss, do you know why Frankie put a hit out on her?” I take a deep breath and nod before gesturing down to her.

“Her name is Persephony Castillo.” I see the same shock fall over his face that I had felt earlier when she gave me her full name.

“Oh fuck. So, Frankie put out a hit on his own fucking kid?!” Vincent is clearly shifting from shock to rage in record speed.

“Yeah, looks like it.” The rest of the drive is quiet with tension hanging thick in the air. The car barely comes to a complete stop as I fling the door open and step onto the curb with Sephy still held tightly in my arms. True to Vincent’s word, Dr. Masters and three nurses are waiting by the door for us and escort us to our private suite. I’m pretty sure one of the nurses tried asking if we would like a wheelchair, but I’m guessing Vincent corrected her as she quickly turned and came in behind me. Once inside the suite I take her to the bed and lie her down as gently as possible. The doctor and nurses rush to her as I feel Vincent’s firm grasp on my shoulder as he pulls me back so they can get to work assessing her condition.

“Boss, what do you want to do?” I clearly hear as his voice shifts from rage to concern.

“I want you to go back to their apartment. Get Sarah and have her pack her things and make sure she packs things for Sephy too. Just clothes and things that can’t be replaced. Take her to the house and get them set up in two of the guest rooms.” The moment I finish speaking I feel him release his grip on my shoulder as he rushes out the door to complete the task. As the door swings closed my attention is drawn to Dr. Master’s as she approaches me.

“She’s going to be ok.” I exhale a breath that I wasn’t aware I had been holding. “She had a panic attack, Xavier. Doctor patient confidentiality aside, she’s still a mess upstairs. She has nightmares most nights and when she isn’t having nightmares, it’s because she isn’t sleeping. What she’s been through, well most people would be lucky to survive it at all.” Her words hang heavily in the air as she flashes me a reassuring smile.

“When can she go home, doc?” She turns and looks at me with an arched brow.

“Well, I mean she can go home now I suppose.” I feel her questioning gaze, but choose to ignore it.

“I’ll call for a car now.” I quickly grab my phone and call Victor. “Hey Victor, you guys get Sarah?”

“Yeah boss, they’re walking out now.”

“Okay, take them straight to the house. NO detours. Call Malcom and have him meet me outside the hospital in fifteen.”

“Sure thing, boss.” And with that I go to the side of the bed and sit beside Sephy as I wait for the call from Malcom.

“What other secrets are you hiding, little goddess?” As if she hears my question, her eyes slowly flutter open. “Well, hello, little one. How are you feeling?”

“Ugh…like shit.” She giggles softly and it warms my heart instantly.

“I bet you are. I have a driver coming to get us. Vincent and Victor are with Sarah right now. I’ve asked them to help her pack some things for the two of you.” I’m trying my best to not overwhelm her, but I see the confusion washing over her face.

“What do you mean? Why is she packing?” I can’t help but be mesmerized by her voice even in its current weak state.

“I’m having you guys moved to my house for a little while.” I see the look of shock and disapproval so I quickly add, “You’ll both have your own rooms in the guest wing. It’s just safer to have you there where I know you’ll be well guarded.” Her tension visibly eases some.

“Sarah’s coming too?” I’m unsurprised by the question as I had expected this to be a concern for her.

“Yes, she’s coming.” I feel my phone come to life in my pocket and quickly slide it out and answer. “Thank you, Malcom. We’re on our way.” I slide the phone back in my pocket and hold my hand out to her. After a brief moment of hesitation she slides her small hand into mine as I help her off the bed. We make our way out the doors and are greeted by Malcom who quickly opens the door for us.

“They just messaged, boss. They should be at the house in a few minutes.” Malcolm has always been a ‘strictly business’ man and it’s exactly what I need right now. No pleasantries, just get the fucking job done. Sephy slides into the seat and I slide in beside her. With a slight jerk, the car pulls out of the hospital parking lot and onto the street. The car ride is silent aside from the sounds outside. Sephy has been staring out the window the whole time and I’ve been staring at her, only looking away long enough to look at my phone when I received the message from Vincent letting me know they had arrived. We drove for thirty minutes before reaching the large gate in front of my house. I watch as Sephy sits up to see what’s going on. Malcolm rolls down his window and we’re quickly let through the gates without a word being spoken. I feel Sephy shift in the seat beside me and gasp as we pull in front of the house.

“Is…is this where you live?!” Her voice cracks a little which causes me to wince.

“Yes, and for now it’s where you live as well.” Malcolm opens the door and I slide out. I once again hold my hand out to her and this time she surprises me by taking it quickly and practically shoots out of the car.

“You said we were going to your house…” She pauses with a confused look on her face.

“Yes, and here we are.” I gesture behind me.

“No, no, no. This is NOT a house Mister Luciano…this is a fucking mansion!” Her excitement makes me chuckle as I pull her up the steps to the front door.

I open the door I’m flooded with the sound of giggles and screams as Sarah and Sephy see each other and rush into a warm embrace and comment about the size of my home. My heart swells with seeing how happy she looks in this exact moment.

“Vincent, please help grab their things. I’ll show you to your rooms.” I head through the foyer and into the hall to our left and the girls quickly follow behind me. We stop at the first door on the right and I open the door. “Sarah, this will be your room.” She squeals in excitement as she rushes in and I see Sephy’s body shift uncomfortably as she now stands alone. I slowly approach her and hold out my hand which she gladly takes as we walk to the next door and I open it slowly. “This will be your room.” She stands in the doorway a moment looking shocked by the room in front of her. I release her hand and step into the room, turning the light on as I enter which only causes her eyes to widen more. “It’s ok, you can come in.” She slowly steps into the room and walks straight to the bed where she flops herself down and lets out a ragged sigh.

“I really appreciate what you’re doing for us.” Her words are clouded with sorrow as she stares at the ceiling.

“It’s the least I can do after having offended you the other night.” I smile slyly at her and watch as a playful smile pulls at her lips.

“Yeah…sorry about that. I guess I kind of overreacted a little.” She continues looking at the ceiling as she runs her fingers along the seam of her robe.

“You don’t need to apologize.” I look down, staring at my feet. “I don’t see you as a victim you know.” My words cause her to sit up as her eyes flash over to me.

“You would be the first person not to.” My heart sinks at the pain I hear in her voice as if being seen as a victim is more painful than the horrible things that piece of shit did to her.

“You’re too strong to be a victim, little one. A victim lies down and plays dead. A victim lets the crimes against them take over their lives. You…you stood up and fought back. You took time, healed and then took your life back. Does that sound like a victim to you?” I only hope she can hear the conviction in my words.

“I guess not, but everyone just treats me like I’m fragile…broken. I feel like that one night defines everything about me now and I hate it.” She’s clearly fighting back tears now and I slowly make my way toward her. I kneel down and take her hands in mine which causes her to look up in surprise.

“I’ll make you a promise right now. I will NEVER think of you as if you’re fragile, or broken. I see the strength in you and it’s inspiring.” My words have the intended effect as she begins to smile. “Get some rest, little one. Tomorrow is a new day.” I squeeze her hands gently, then rise and walk out of her room, closing her door softly behind me. I’ve decided I’ll sleep in the room next to Sephy, just in case any of her father’s men decide to try anything…even though I know they wouldn’t dare. I go into the room, remove my shoes and jacket before laying down on the bed and closing my eyes. It isn’t long before I drift off into a deep sleep.

I am shaken awake by a blood curdling scream. I fly off the bed and rush out of the room as I run into Sarah in the hall as she’s about to enter Sephy’s room.

“She’s having that nightmare again.” She’s clearly exhausted and heart broken. I place my hand on her shoulder and squeeze gently.

“I’ve got this, go back to bed.” She raises an eyebrow as it seems to hit her that I came out of the room next to Sephy’s and a smile pulls at her lips.

“Ok, Casanova, but no funny business.” She turns to walk away and stops as I reach for the door handle when she whips around and stares me dead in the eye. “Oh, and if it isn’t already clear…if you hurt her…I WILL kill you.” She smiles again and walks back into her room with the door swinging closed behind her.

“Got it.” I whisper as I find myself smiling at how protective she is over the little goddess inside this room. I open the door to see the moonlight shining into the room, illuminating everything inside. I can see the small figure shaking in the center of the bed and I make my way over to her. I don’t think her to be weak, but in this very moment, she looks as if any small movement could shatter her completely. I slide into the bed next to her with my back against the headboard and carefully pull her trembling body to me which causes her to jolt awake. She looks terrified at first, but I see the moment when she realizes who I am and I decide that’s my chance to get through to her. “It’s ok, come here. I’ll never hurt you, Sephy. Let me protect you.” She doesn’t even hesitate before sliding closer to me and seems to melt as I wrap my arms around her. I’m surprised at how quickly she responded to me without any fight at all. She’s still trembling, but it’s slowly easing up as I gently run my fingers up and down her arm.

“What did you do to Tyrone.” The words are so shaky that I almost didn’t catch what she said…but it hits me. She’s asking if I vanquished her monster. She needs to know that he’s gone. In this moment, I’m happy to give her what she needs most.

“I put a bullet in his head.” My word choice seems cold at first, but I feel her let out a deep sigh of relief.

“Thank you.” And with that, the little goddess drifts off into a dreamless sleep.

Chapter 9

Sephy

The warmth of the sun on my back wakes me. As I go to stretch I feel something heavy draped over me. I glance up to find myself staring into Xavier’s eyes.

“Oh god, I fell asleep on you didn’t I! I’m so sorry!” I can’t believe I fell asleep on this man. As I remember back to last night, I realize that this man told me he killed Tyrone…and I had thanked him for it. My stomach turns as I realize I had thanked a man for murdering someone for me. Even if that someone was a monster…it’s still murder…isn’t it?

“Please don’t apologize. I was glad I could be here for you.” His words seem sincere enough, but how sincere can the words of a killer really be? I feel him staring at me as I wage war against myself silently.

“I know that our brief conversation last night was probably a lot to take in. I just feel like the best thing I could do at that moment was be honest with you. I’m sorry if I scared you.” I swear it’s like he read my mind…or maybe my body language is giving me away, who knows.

“I think deep down I already knew. I came from this life, but I left it long ago. I ran from it. I just…I can’t believe that with all my running it just fell right back in my lap.” I’m feeling frustrated at the fact that all my hard work to get away from the life my father lived has just sent me running right into the arms of a man who happily lives that same life.

“Your father is a fucking monster. I know you know that. What kind of man sends out a piece of shit like Tyrone to harm his own flesh and blood? I know this is hard for you, but the world will not mourn the loss of a man like Tyrone.” His words are harsh, but I can’t argue the truth in them.

“I know. You don’t need to tell me what kind of a monster my father is. I have the scars that remind me of his evil every single day. All I wanted…all I have EVER wanted, was to be free of this life. I wanted to make something of myself. I just didn’t want to be like him. I guess that didn’t sit well with him. I really had thought that if I ran away, he would just feel grateful to rid himself of me. How could I have ever known he would hunt me down?” I’m ranting frantically as all my thoughts are pouring out of me like venom as Xavier sits bearing witness to my meltdown. I didn’t even realize that I got out of the bed until Xavier is standing beside me with his arms pulling me tightly into him.

“It’s ok. He won’t hurt you here.” His words comfort me enough to keep me grounded for a moment.

“But…” I hesitate to share this thought…but what the hell…I’ve already said everything else that came into my head. “But what if he comes for me?” I feel his grip tighten more.

“He’ll have to go through me.” I feel his heart beating steady in his chest and it helps me to accept his words as I slowly come down from the spiraling madness of my fear. “Do you drink coffee?”

“Bet your ass I do.” My response elicits a chuckle from him.

“Let’s get you some coffee and something to eat then.” He holds out his hand to me and I place mine in his and pause for a moment as I find myself amused by how small my hand looks in comparison. I look up to see him arching an eyebrow as he seems to be trying to figure out what has me smiling.

“Anyone ever told you that you have huge hands, Mister Luciano?” He smiles as I say his name which makes me shift a little under his gaze.

“Has anyone told you that you have tiny, childlike hands Miss…” He pauses which makes me look at him feeling slightly confused before realizing he wasn’t sure if he should use my last name. I giggle and see the tension quickly fade. “Well, your hands are small as hell.”

“Yours would be the first complaint I have ever had about my tiny hands, Mister.” I smile as he begins leading me out of the room.

“And yours would be the first complaint about my ‘huge’ hands, little one.” He flashes a smile back at me as we turn down the hall.

“I wasn’t complaining sir, just stating a fact.” Our playful banter has really helped me feel more comfortable in this strange new place.

“You wouldn’t believe what these huge hands of mine can do.” He looks back as he wriggles his eyebrows at me which causes us both to burst out laughing. How can this warm-hearted man in front of me be a cold-blooded killer? My brain just can’t process it. His smile and his touch are too warm and caring.

“Mister Luciano! That’s highly inappropriate!” I shout playfully as I gently smack his arm.

“Oh, you have NO idea how inappropriate I can be, little one.” He smiles seductively at me as we enter the kitchen. This is easily the biggest kitchen I have ever seen in my life. It’s bigger than my entire apartment! I walk over to the center island and lean forward on my elbows with my hands beneath my chin as I watch Xavier go to work making coffee for both of us.

“How do you take your coffee, little one?” he pauses as he awaits my response.

“I like my coffee how I like my men, dark and bitter.” he chuckles loudly at my response.

“Black coffee…scotch on the rocks…you are a different kind of woman, aren’t you?” He muses as he pours my coffee and hands me the black cup with a smile.

“Indeed I am.” I wince as I take my first sip, quickly setting down the cup after the hot liquid burns my tongue. He looks at me with concern before smiling as he realizes what happened. Without warning he walks around the island and picks me up and carries me to the other side where he lifts me onto the counter with him standing between my legs. I feel flush as he smiles at me, still standing an easy five inches taller than me.

“So, what do you feel like having for breakfast?” Before I can answer we hear a giggle down the hall and we both turn to see Sarah come strolling in with Vincent at her side. They both pause when they see us and a smile tears at her face.

“Are we interrupting something?” She casts a knowing look in my direction as I shake my head at her.

“Yep, breakfast.” Xavier smiles at them as they both look like kids in a candy store at the mention of food.

“You know what sounds good? Waffles!” Sarah shouts, making everyone laugh.

“Are you ok with waffles, or do you want something else?” Xavier looks at me as if my answer is the only one that matters.

“Waffles are fine. I’m not really picky.” I look over to see Sarah get excited at my words.

“Waffles it is then.” Xavier turns and starts making his way through the kitchen as he gathers the ingredients and begins mixing them without even measuring a single thing. Is there anything this man can’t do? We all watch in fascination as he forges forward making enough waffles to feed a small army. Once he finishes, he hands the plate to Vincent who quickly takes it and walks out of the room with Sarah following closely behind him. Xavier turns back to me as Sarah and Vincent walk out and smiles warmly at me. He wraps his arms around my waist causing me to let out a small squeak which makes him chuckle. He lifts me off the counter and I slowly slide down his body causing a warm tingle to tear through me.

“We…um…we should go eat before Sarah devours them all.” As I start to pull away he quickly pulls me back to him.

“So, what I hear is she’ll be distracted for a little bit?” His suggestive tone has me feeling weak in the knees.

“Mister Luciano! I’m a lady!” I playfully throw at him as I place a hand dramatically on my chest while feigning a look of shock.

“But my lady, I think you’ll find that I’m far from a gentleman.” He slowly leans toward me, but pauses, as if he’s seeking permission. I quickly close the distance with my lips pressing softly against his. My body stiffens as his hands slide down my back, tightly gripping my ass and lifting me back to the counter. I slide my arms around his neck and deepen our kiss as our tongues caress and explore each other in a heated explosion. I feel one of his hands sliding up my thigh when we’re interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. We both pull back as I hear Sarah’s voice.

“So…do we have some syrup?” She draws out the sentence dramatically. Xavier doesn’t break eye contact with me as he just points to a cupboard to the right of him. Sarah skips over to the cupboard, grabs the syrup and happily skips back out of the room. I lower my head as I try to steady my breathing and I feel Xavier’s forehead press against mine, his heated breath caressing my face.

“You’re turning my world upside down, little one.” His voice is heated and full of need.

“Is that a problem, Mister Luciano?” The tone of my voice mirrors his.

“If it were, it’s a problem I would happily face. Do you want to go eat?” His warm smile melts me.

“Actually…I think I might go take a shower if you don’t mind.” He lets out a low growl as he raises his hands and gently cups my cheeks.

“You’re free to do whatever you’d like here.” He places a gentle kiss on my forehead before releasing me and taking his cup of coffee in his hands. Before he walks past me he pauses. “If you find that you’re in need of company, you know where to find me.” He gestures with his head in the direction that Vincent and Sarah headed and flashes that devilish grin at me. If he only knew how tempting it is to take him up on that offer right now.

After I regain my composure, I grab my coffee and head to my room. I’m grateful for Sarah after seeing she has packed everything from my bathroom in our apartment. I pull out my body wash, shampoo and conditioner then head into the bathroom. This room is HUGE! The bathroom has a long counter with two sinks, a toilet that sits in its own room with a door, a large shower with multiple shower heads and a jacuzzi that can easily fit three men Xavier’s size with room to spare. I walk to the shower and set down my supplies before undressing and stepping inside.

As soon as I turn the water on, I feel all my muscles relax as I’m massaged from all angles by the shower heads. I’m never going to want to leave this place. I giggle as I find myself wondering if Xavier would be willing to let me come back a few times a week just to use the shower. I wash my hair and body and then relax as the water works its magic some more. I hear my bedroom door open and close. I guess Sarah finally got tired of ogling Vincent and is probably on the verge of being in a Waffle coma so she must be coming to check on me. She really is too good to me. I turn off the water, grab a towel and dry my hair the best I can before wrapping the towel around myself and stepping out onto the cold tile of the bathroom floor. As I walk into the room, I’m surprised as I see Xavier standing at the window with his heated gaze quickly shifting from the grounds outside to my dripping wet body standing only a matter of feet away from him.

“You’re breathtaking.” He hisses the words out in a heated breath as he takes a step closer. In a daring move I decide I’ll make my intentions clear because right now…this man looks like he’s seeking a lifeline as he stands before me and that shower only managed to make my body feel even more heated. I slowly lower my hand allowing my towel to drop to the floor, leaving my nude body on display in front of him. I can tell this did the trick as he lets out a growl and quickly closes the gap between us, pulling me tightly into him. His lips come crashing down onto mine as he lifts me from the ground. I quickly wrap my legs around him as our kiss becomes something much more feral. Our passion is an untamed beast and in one quick movement, I’ve opened his cage. His hands slide down my back and tightly grip my ass as he spins me around toward the bed, never taking his lips off mine. He only pulls away once I’m laying below him as I feel him moving to kick off his shoes. I slide his white t-shirt over his head as he brings his lips back to mine with an unmistakable hunger pulsing through him as he has me reeling with every touch. He fumbles around as he undoes his pants and I hear a loud ‘thud’ as they fall to the floor. He must have sensed my surprise at the sound because he pulls back and looks into my eyes.

“It’s just my wallet.” He smiles down at me as I sigh. For a minute I thought maybe he had a gun strapped to him when he came to my room. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His concern rids any doubt I have about the situation unfolding before me. I run my hand through his hair and grab hold, pulling him back to my lips. I feel my need rising to an intolerable level as I feel his rock-hard cock pressing hard against me.

“Xavier…” Saying his name is all it takes. With that one word he’s given permission to take what he wants and he does just that. I feel his body shift as he positions himself before slamming into me with enough force to slide me several inches across the bed. The feeling is painful at first as his sheer size alone stretches me past the limit. Just when my body starts to adjust, he pulls out and quickly thrusts back in. The pain returns, but it quickly builds into something else…something…pleasurable. He continues thrusting into me violently and with great need. I can feel the pressure building quickly as I let out a guttural moan which only feeds his desire more.

“That’s right, little one. Cum for me.” His words send me over the edge as every muscle in my body tenses and my back arches with my release. “What an obedient little goddess you are.” He slowly slides out of me and I immediately feel empty as the need begins flowing through me again. I see him reaching for his pants and let out a small whimper. “Don’t worry, I am just grabbing protection as he slides a condom out of his pocket, opens the wrapper and slowly slides the latex glove over his rock-hard cock leaving me licking my lips at the excitement of watching him. “Are you ok, do you want me to slow down? “

“Please don’t.” I can barely choke the words out as I feel my head spinning as I yearn for him to be inside me. As if answering my unspoken prayer, he positions himself before slamming into me again with the same force and vigor we started with. Just as I feel the pressure building again, I feel his muscle tense as he fights to hold out a little longer. He drives harder, deeper…almost too deep…as we’re both hit with an explosion as we reach our release. He stills inside me as his breath is ragged and strained. He lets his forehead rest against mine as he lets himself come down from the high we’re both riding.

“What a wicked little goddess you are.” His voice is still breathy and heated.

“Don’t go telling Sarah, she still thinks I’m a saint.” We both laugh at my comment. He gently slides off of me and makes his way to the bathroom and I happily enjoy the view as I watch him walk away. Once he’s out of my sight, I get up and go to my bag of clothes. I pull out a pale blue sundress and quickly pull it on then grab a white thong and slide it on under the dress. I look up and see Xavier leaning against the frame of the bathroom door watching me intently.

“You look stunning.” He walks over to me, still completely naked, and pulls me into him. He rests his head on mine and I throw my arms around him, enjoying the feel of his warm flesh under my hands.

“I should go talk to Sarah and see if she still plans to go to work tonight with everything that’s happening.” I feel him tense in my arms as he pulls back and looks down at me.

“Are you wanting to go to work tonight?” I find myself wondering how I should respond.

“Well, um…I guess I probably should. I know Jeffery must be out of his mind with both of us gone right now. He did already up security, so that helps.” I break eye contact and look around the room as I find myself feeling uncomfortable.

“If you want to go, I’ll go with you.” The unease in his voice is thick.

“Well, it IS my job. I know it sounds crazy, but I kind of enjoy dancing there. It’s freeing and I can just let go.” I try to pull him down and get him to see that this isn’t as big of a deal as his mind seems to be making him think it is.

“Well, I’m going. End of discussion, little one.” I decide it’s best to not argue with him because it’s clear his mind is made up. I nod in agreement as he places a gentle kiss on my forehead before walking back to the side of the bed to get dressed. I make my way out of the room just in time to run into Sarah as she’s bouncing back to her room.

“I see someone had a little too much fun.” She giggles as she walks over to me. Before I can speak, Xavier steps out of my room and smiles at Sarah. “Make that ENTIRELY too much fun!”

“Vincent and I will be accompanying the two of you tonight. We’ll hang back in the VIP booth and will bring you home after your shift ends.” Sarah raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t argue.

“Sounds good, sir. Hopefully Vincent will have a chance to enjoy the show.” Her smile speaks volumes. She’s completely smitten with that man and I can’t help but smile. In the years I have known her, not once has she ever shown any interest in anyone other than Troy, but here she is, giggling and fawning over Vincent like he’s the most amazing man in the world to her.

It felt so strange riding to the club with Xavier and Vincent, but there was something comforting about having the two of them here. As soon as we’re through the doors, Sarah and I make our way to the dressing rooms while customers glance at us and begin whispering. It’s safe to assume that they’re gossiping about the fact that we arrived here with Xavier, his reputation truly does precede him.

Sarah goes on first and, as always, she has the crowd riled and begging for more. I stand behind the curtain as she exits the stage.

“Knock em’ dead baby girl!” She gently squeezes my arm before heading to her dressing room. Marilyn Manson’s Evidence was my song of choice for tonight’s performance. As the first bell chimes, I draw in a deep soothing breath. I stand in silence until I hear my que to enter the stage just before the drums chime in. I execute my performance with precision, but there’s something much more animalistic in me as I take the stage tonight. I’ve never felt so confident and for a moment in time, I feel as though I’m the only person in the lower level as my eyes fix on the god on the balcony who’s staring at me with a fierce hunger in his eyes. I have no doubt that he knows this is only for him.

I make my way backstage once the song ends as I hear the men around the stage screaming and whistling out their approval which does nothing for me. The only man I cared about was waiting on the balcony for me with eyes filled with a need that I’m sure can only be filled by me and that knowledge alone has me already trembling. I get changed back into my blue sun dress and make my way out into the crowd.

“That was hot as fuck baby, how about a private dance.” The voice is deep and heated and I feel my stomach turn as I try to pass by him. Before I have a chance to slink by, I feel an arm wrap around me from behind with the hand grabbing tightly onto my stomach and pulling back into a firm chest. I whip around and see dark brown hooded eyes staring back at me and I feel my body go rigid which only seems to turn him on even more.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” I scream at him and before another word can be spoken I see a large mass descend from above me, taking the filthy pig to the floor in one swift movement. It takes me a moment to realize that it’s Xavier that has landed on this man after quite literally JUMPING off the damn balcony. In the process of taking the man down I was pulled to the ground as the man grasped at my dress to try to keep from falling. His grip lets up and I crawl over toward him trying to pull Xavier off of him as he’s throwing one punch after another and the man’s already a bloody mess. I pull as hard as I can, but Xavier isn’t budging and the man is now clearly unconscious as the punches rain down on him mercilessly.

It isn’t until I scream at the sight of his mangled face that Xavier finally stops his assault. When he looks at me, I’m horrified by the man staring back at me. There’s blood splattered across his face and his eyes…they’re so cold and dark. Sarah comes running out to see what all the noise is and drops at my side, pulling me close as she tries to calm me down. She looks at Xavier with shock and fear. At long last, I see the killer that this man really is and now, Sarah has seen it too. Remi rushes over and passes by Xavier to get to me and quickly lifts me into his arms and carries me back to my dressing room to look me over for injuries. I, luckily, only have a scrape on my knee which Remi doctors with great care as Sarah continues to hold me and stroke my hair.

“What the fuck happened out there, sweetie?” I know she’s trying to hide her shock over what she saw, but honestly? She kind of sucks at it.

“I don’t know. I mean…the guy asked for a private dance and then next thing I know he was grabbing me…then Xavier fell from the fucking sky and just started wailing on him. Oh god…his fucking face, Sarah!” I start sobbing as the man’s mangled face flashes through my mind over and over again.

“I know, baby girl. Do we know how the guy is doing?” She looks to Remi for an answer, but he just shrugs.

“I’m going to check in with security and see if it’s safe to get you guys out of here.” Remi stands and walks out of the room, leaving me curled up against Sarah as she continues stroking my hair.

“That guy kind of deserved to get his ass kicked, you know that? No man should put their hands on a woman without permission.” Her words hold truth, but that was so much more than just an ‘ass kicking’.

“He could have killed him, Sarah. Hell, he might have, who knows.” My tone is grave and conveys clearly how much this has truly shaken me.

“I know. That was crazy. Did he really jump off the fucking balcony?!” She looks down at me as she’s clearly fighting herself as she pictures it in her head and tries not to smile.

“Yep. Fucking fell from the sky!” I smile at the image in my head briefly before another flash of his face splattered with blood takes over.

“Hey, can I come in?” Xavier calls out from the other side of my door.

“You need to talk to him, sweetie. I’ll be right outside if you need me, ok?” I know Sarah’s right and knowing she’s going to stay close does offer me some comfort. She walks over to the door and I hear her whisper something to Xavier before walking past him and taking a seat at the vanity next to my door. Xavier slowly closes the door behind him and makes his way toward me slowly, stopping a few feet away from me. He leans back against the wall, slowly sliding down until he’s sitting with his knees drawn up in front of him where he rests his arms as he holds his gaze to the floor.

“Are you alright?” His voice is weighted with guilt and sorrow.

“I’ll be fine. How’s that man?” I can sense some surprise at my question, but he sighs and then answers me.

“He’s being taken to the hospital, but the medic said he should be fine.” When I look over at him, his gaze is still fixed on the floor and I can see he has cleaned his face and changed his shirt. I have to admit, this makes me feel a little better.

“How bad is it?” My questions are clearly making him uncomfortable, but he seems to be holding nothing back.

“Broken nose, fractured jaw and possible orbital fracture.” I wince at the admission. And then look down at his hands.

“Oh fuck! Your hands!” He holds them out in front of him, barely giving them a quick glance, then drops them back down between his legs.

“I’ll be fine. Are you sure you’re okay?” I smile as I flash my little scratch at him.

“Nope, think I might need stitches, Mister Luciano.” I watch as he glances over and begins laughing as he stares at the one inch long scrape on my knee.

“Well, I think we may need to amputate.” He chuckles as he stands up. “You ready to head home?” he senses my hesitation. “Persephony Castillo, you have nothing to fear from me. I promise you that.” I slowly reach out for him and he takes my hand in his.

“So, you won’t jump off any more balconies for me?” I smile up at him.

“Little one, I would jump off the end of the earth for you.”

Chapter 10

Xavier

On our ride home, everyone is eerily quiet as the weight of tonight’s incident is still weighing heavily of all of us. I keep wondering what Sephy thinks of me after seeing my inner monster unleashed before her eyes. When we pull up to the house I help Sephy out of the car and we all walk back in without a word being exchanged. We make our way down the hall and come to a stop when we reach the door to her room.

“Try to get some rest, little one.” I bend down and kiss her head, but before I can walk away she grabs my hand.

“Can you come in for a little while? Just till I fall asleep?” Her words are a little shaky as I agree and follow her in with Sarah watching us closely until I close the door.

“Are you sure you’re ok, little one?” It feels like an eternity before she speaks.

“You know, when I was a little girl I always did everything I could to make my father happy. I did well in school, kept the house clean…I even fetched his beers for him. The only thing I ever got from him were bruises and a few broken bones.” I sit on the edge of the bed and listen to her as she opens up to me. No one has ever just opened up to me before and I find this moment to be the most intimate moment I’ve ever been a part of. “My mother died when I was two, so it was always just me and my dad. I figured out what he did for a living when I was about six. It never stopped me from loving him though…or from wanting him to love me. It was at the age of seventeen that I finally realized he was incapable of loving anyone. I ran away. I’ve spent every second since then trying to steer clear of that life. I want something…normal. I want to BE normal.” Her confession pains me because I know that the thing she says she wants…it’s something I could never give her.

“And here I am, dragging you right back into it.” I release my own confession to her.

“That’s just it though. That life found me before you did. Tyrone found me before you ever stepped into my life. Maybe it’s just part of who I am. Whatever it is, I can’t escape it and I’m damn well tired of running.” I’m confused about where this is going, so I just listen. “The way I see it, I need you. I need to feel safe…and with you I do. I need to feel like I have some kind of control over my life!” She’s clearly fighting back tears. I pat the bed beside me and she plops down, releasing a deep sigh.

“Ok. So, you tell me what it is you need from me, and it’s yours.” If only this goddess knew what I’m willing to do for her. I would burn this world to the ground for her.

“Will you stay here with me tonight?” Her voice gives away just how exhausted she is which isn’t really surprising after the events of this evening. My whole body is aching and my knuckles feel like they’re on fire.

“There’s nowhere else I would rather be, little one.” My words clearly relieve some of her tension as she turns and slides up against me. I pull the thick comforter over her then wrap my arm around her. Within a matter of minutes, I feel her breathing steady, signaling that she has slipped into a peaceful sleep.

I lay beside her for over an hour, unable to sleep. I just lay there listening to the sound of her breathing with her heartbeat pulsing in the most soothing rhythm. I look over at the clock on the side table…fuck. It’s 1:15am. I decide to go run a bath and try to soak my stiff muscles and clean off the rest of the blood that I can still feel dried to my skin below my shirt. As the tub fills, I slowly undress. As I slide off my shirt I let out a soft chuckle when I see a thick streak of blood splashed across my chest, drawing me back to the sight of that filthy fucking animals mangled face as I landed blow after blow on him.

I slide off my pants and boxers and make my way to the side of the tub, reaching over and turning off the water. I slide in my left foot first, the hot water stinging against my skin briefly before giving way to a feeling of bliss as I lower my right foot in and then slowly sink my body into the water with every inch wincing at the heat before relaxing into it. I lower my head into the water and run my fingers through my hair then rise back up. The water has already got a slight pink tinge which only makes me smile.

I find myself thinking about how grateful I am that my father ensured all nine bathrooms in this house were equipped with large jacuzzi tubs because there’s no way I could be comfortably submerged in a standard sized bath. The image of me curled up in a small bathtub makes me chuckle softly at how ridiculous it would look. After a few minutes of soaking, I reach over to the basket on the ledge of the tub and grab a soft white washcloth, dipping it in the hot water and then place it over my eyes as I sit back to relax and let the heated water work its magic. I don’t know how long I’ve been laying here, but the sound of a shallow sigh quickly pulls me from my relaxed state as I quickly sit up only to be met with a pair of deep blue eyes staring at me as I slide the washcloth down my face and allow it to slide into the water.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Her voice is breathy and instantly sets fire to me. She slowly saunters over to me without breaking eye contact. I wonder if she realizes what she does to me when she’s near. I feel heat spreading throughout every inch of my body as she stops beside the tub, kneeling down beside it. I can’t force out even one word as I sit here mesmerized by her…waiting to see what she’ll do next. I feel my whole body stiffen as she reaches her arm into the water and feels around until she finds the washcloth, then pulls out before holding her hand out to me. I cock my head slightly, but place my hand in hers. I feel a strange feeling take over me as she begins to gently run the cloth over my swollen, cracked knuckles with such great care. When she finishes with my right hand, she gently lowers it back into the water and holds out her hand once again as I place my left hand in hers. She offers the same gentle care once again and I can’t take my eyes off of her as she tends to my injuries.

I have never had someone provide me care in such a manner and I find it oddly fascinating. Before I can even register what she’s doing, she rises to her feet and steps into the tub, fully clothed, leaving my eyes feeling like they’ll pop right out of my head. She’s standing above me with one leg on each side of me and slowly lowers to her knees, straddling me in the most delicious way. I run my hands up her sides with the feeling of the damp cloth of her dress providing a barrier between us.

Without warning she brings her lips down crashing into mine with such force that my breath catches in my throat. I feel her small hand slide around the back of my neck and slowly slide up until her fingers are running through my hair. She grabs my hair in her fist and uses it to tilt my head back, deepening our kiss with heated passion. I feel the need to take control, but I’m fighting it with everything I have because I want to see what this little goddess is capable of.

She pulls away with her chest heaving with each ragged breath as her eyes slowly drift down my body and she lets out a small needy whimper at the feeling of my cock pressed hard against her heated core, it’s in this moment that I realize she’s no longer wearing the lace underwear and this realization has my blood boiling. She must see the feral lust growing in my eyes. She leans forward to adjust herself slightly before she starts lowering herself down onto me. I feel her tight walls devouring me as she inches down at an excruciatingly slow pace. I love how her body responds to me. It’s so welcoming and seems to crave the pleasure that only I can give her.

I feel a rush the moment she begins rocking her hips, sliding my hands down her sides, gripping her hips tightly to help her keep pace. I need to please her almost as much as she wants me to in this moment. The water in the tub is now splashing, cascading to the floor with every heated movement. I feel her walls tightening as she lets out a soft moan which has thoroughly pushed me over the edge. I slide my hands back until I am able to firmly grasp her ass in my hands. I use this leverage to take control.

I rise from the water with myself still firmly seated inside her and I guide us over to the bathroom counter. I set her down on the counter and quickly start driving into her. I withdraw almost completely before slamming back in, her nails tearing into my back as she gasps out her surprise. I try to slow the pace, but as I see the haze of her release taking over her, I drive deep and hard into her, not even slowing when I feel the result of her release dripping down my thigh. As soon as I feel it, I feel a bestial need to claim her, dominate her in every way. I withdraw from her and slide her off the counter then whip her around, placing my hand on her back until her chest is firmly resting on the counter as I ram my hard cock back into her dripping hot core. The sensation forces a scream out of her that startles me.

“Are you ok?” I’m panting like a fucking dog as I hold back my need to continue. She nods and that’s all my inner beast needed. I drive mercilessly into her until I feel the explosion of my release with my hot seed spilling deep inside of her. I bend down and gently kiss her shoulder before sliding out of her. When I turn her to me I see tears streaming down her cheeks and it hits me like a ton of bricks. What have I done?

Chapter 11

Sephy

I see the way he is looking down at me and I can’t bring myself to meet his eyes.

“Are you ok?” His voice is low and I know he’s worried that he did something wrong, but it isn’t really him. In my need to please him I had nodded my ok for him to pin me down and take me right here on the counter, but the moment I felt the pressure of his hand on my back a cloud washed over me. I was brought back to the feeling of Tyrone’s weight on me and the violent way he dominated my body. All I wanted was to give Xavier a moment of unfiltered pleasure and yet here I am…crying in the bathroom as this greek god of a man stands before me thinking the tears are caused by him. He pulls back as I feel him looking me over, likely assessing my body to see if he’s hurt me.

“I’m ok…I’m ok.” I mumble the words out before realizing how shaky my voice is.

“Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?” How can I possibly answer that? ‘No, it’s fine. You just kind of reminded me of that one guy that raped me. No big deal.’ I can’t say that to him. “Please talk to me.”

“I…I just got scared.” Ok…a half truth…that’s a start.

“Scared? Was it because of me?” I really hate that he isn’t just accepting that answer right now.

“Kind of, but not exactly.” Wow…that even sounds confusing to me! I see in his eyes that he’s really trying to understand. “When Tyrone…when he did that to me…one of the things I remember most was the weight of him on top of me. I guess…I don’t know…I guess it all just kind of rushed back at me.” I see the look as it takes hold of him. He’s destroyed by this information and now I feel guilty.

“I’m so sorry. I got caught up in the moment and I never even thought…” His voice cuts off as I realize he’s comparing himself to Tyrone. I certainly don’t think them to be alike, but I can’t help the feelings that overtook me in the heat of the moment. I stand there as he takes a step back from me and I feel my heart drop.

“I…I’m so sorry.” The look on his face radiating all of his unspoken worry and fear.

“Please…” I’m choking back my sobs as he continues to back away from me. “Don’t go.”

“I can’t…” He doesn’t even finish the sentence before quickly turning and practically sprinting out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him. Only a moment later my door flies open as Sarah bursts into the room frantically, finding me a heaping, naked mess of sobbing tears on the bathroom floor.

“Oh fuck, are you ok sweetie? What did he do to you?! Did he hurt you?!” Her questions are pouring out frantically.

“No…It was me.” My voice is nothing more than a broken whisper.

“Talk to me girl. It can’t be that bad.” I take a deep ragged breath and the words come out uncontrollably like vomit. I tell her everything beginning with the moment I walked into the bathroom as he soaked in the tub. By the time I finish, she has tears falling freely as she gives me the most warm and understanding look. “Baby girl, you didn’t do anything wrong. I know what you’re going through and it’s hard to let go. It took me ages.” Her words soak in slowly as my eyes widen in horrified surprise.

“You…but when?” At first I don’t know if I’m making any sense, but then she lowers her head and nods.

“It happened when I was eighteen. I started working at a club and some guy paid for a private dance…but he took more, so much more.” She lets out a heavy sigh, then continues. “I tried telling the owner of the club and the cops, but they all said pretty much the same thing. They said a girl who dresses like me and does what I do for a living is ‘asking for it’. I had three broken ribs, my face was a mess and since I wasn’t presentable enough to go on stage, they fired me. That was when I met Don Luciano, Xavier’s dad. He saw me walking out of the hospital and stopped me to find out what happened. I don’t know why I told him, but I did.

“He hired me to work at his club and even paid me for the three weeks that I had to stay home and heal. He was such a sweet man. I mean…I know he was a mob boss and I know what he was capable of, but that’s not the side of him I saw. He was kind…he made me feel safe. That was about two years before I met you. Vincent is the first man I’ve been more than just attracted to since the attack, like REALLY attracted to for more than just looks. You’re so much stronger than me! You took your life back and you chose to take a chance with love, even after what happened to you. You can’t expect there to be no stirring of memories now and then.” She grabs my hands in hers and gives a gentle squeeze.

“You never told me this before. You do know that you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for, right?” I try to reassure her.

“Come on, let’s get you in bed so I can go find that asshole and give him a piece of my mind…leaving you alone on the floor to cry…” She’s fiercely scolding him under her breath as she helps me to my feet.

“Please don’t. I think I hurt him, Sarah. I don’t know how I’m going to fix things.” I plead with her as we walk to my bed and she reluctantly agrees to back down.

“I love you sweetie.” Her words bring a small smile to my lips.

“I love you too.” I listen for the sound of the door closing and then quickly drift off to sleep.

Over the next six weeks I see very little of Xavier. Sarah takes every opportunity to shoot him an angry glare as he walks by. He hasn’t said a word to me and I spend most nights crying myself to sleep. He doesn’t even accompany me to the club anymore. He has Vincent and Cole escort us while he stays back and ‘handles business’, as Vincent put it. The only silver lining to my present situation is seeing Sarah and Vinent together. They’ve grown so close and I’m almost certain she’s fallen in love with him. I try to remind myself of her happiness as I lie in bed and find myself wishing I had never met Xavier because then, I wouldn’t know the heartbreak of losing him.

Chapter 12

Frankie

“There better be a good reason for why you’re calling me at 1am, Cole.” I stretch as I impatiently await his response.

“Boss, she’s alone. Do I have the all clear to proceed? Cole’s voice sounding much like that of an obedient dog, his words leaving me feeling rigid with anticipation.

“Do it.” I’ve waited more than three years for this reunion and now…I need to get dressed. I shower and shave before throwing on my suit when I hear the knock at my door.

“Boss, she’s downstairs in the holding room.” Cole may be a kiss ass, but his loyalty is without question. He’s proved his worth time and time again, most recently he proved himself by being able to successfully infiltrate Xavier Luciano’s family and gaining access to his compound. He was able to get some valuable intel, but more importantly…he’s brought back what’s rightfully mine.

“Thank you, Cole. I’ll be down in a moment.” I button the last button on my suit jacket before walking out into the hall. I find myself feeling anxious as we make our way down to the basement and head to the room where we hold people for interrogation. Cole opens the door and seated before me is a small-framed figure with black curly hair falling in her face. As I enter the room, she begins to stir and my excitement explodes the moment her eyes look up and find mine with a look of horror gripping her features.

“D-dad?” Her voice is just as weak as I remember, just like her worthless mother’s.

“Persephony. Had you really thought you could escape me?” My bitter words tear into her just as I knew they would.

“You gave me no choice…I had…I had to try.” I can’t help but think about how much she looks just like her mother. It reminds me of the betrayal, the fact that her own mother, the woman I would’ve given the world to, chose to screw not just one, but three other men while I was busy providing for our family and running a damn empire!

“Life is all about choices, child. We always have a choice.” I pull a chair up in front of her and sit down, crossing my left leg over my right knee.

“You beat me! And don’t think I don’t know that it was you who sent Tyrone after me! You let him…” I can see that she’s struggling to admit to me the things he did to her. I know it had been a little extreme for my taste, but I was sure it would get the point across. He was supposed to finish the damn job though…but because he couldn’t do the one thing I asked, I’m forced to handle it myself, but this is one task I’ll be glad to see completed myself.

“You say I beat you…but that never stopped you from crawling on the ground seeking my approval, did it?” I lean forward as I raise an eyebrow at her. She’s starting to shake and I must admit, it’s quite exhilarating.

“So, you beat me for seeking the love of my father?!” Her words are stoking the fire of my anger and I have to bite back the desire to strike her as I growl out my next words through gritted teeth.

“I beat you for being weak!” I can’t believe that this fragile pile of flesh in the chair before me is my child. All I ever wanted was a strong son who could take over the business when I pass on, but instead I was given this pitiful, worthless creature.

“No matter how strong I could ever be, I could never be good enough…could I?” I cringe at the emotion in her words.

“No. You would never be enough. Why do you think I got rid of your mother?” My words, coupled with my wicked grin, shoot through her like an icy blade as she realizes just how much of a monster I truly am.

“But you…you told me she died in an accident!” I chuckle at her state of shock, as if it’s so hard to believe that her violent, criminal father would’ve played such a role.

“Yes, I accidentally snapped her filthy neck.” My memory of the night I killed her mother has always been a fond one. It would’ve been better if I had just ended this pathetic bitch right along with her though.

“Why?!” The sound of fear in her voice is like music to my ears.

“She was going to leave. She belonged to me, just like you do. Unlike your mother, you may be of some value after all. I wonder what Luciano would be willing to give to save you?” I sit back and watch as she sinks in her chair sobbing.

“You’ll get nothing from him. You’ll get nothing from me.” I can tell she believes that what she says is true, but perhaps it’s time I show her just how much I can take from her.

“Oh, but I will. I’ll get everything. Until then, I guess I’ll have to let my men take what they want from you instead.” I rise up and give Cole a quick nod before leaving the room. I can hear her screams as I make my way up the stairs and head to the bar to make a drink.

It’s more than an hour before I hear Cole’s footsteps as he makes his way back up the stairs.

“I assume you put her in her place?” I take a sip of my rum as I await his response.

“She’s a spirited one, boss. You know me though, I like it when they squirm.” His wicked smile makes me chuckle.

“Did you wear her out?” His smile says it all.

“You know it.” He shakes his head as he rises and pours himself a drink.

“Good. Go get Harlen. He deserves a turn.” I see Cole cock an eyebrow, but he quickly sets down his glass and heads out of the room. Moments later Cole returns with Harlen following closely behind.

“You wanted to see me, boss?” Harlen is easily one of my biggest men and he’s well known for his rough nature.

“I have a reward for you. There’s a little fox downstairs who’s in need of some…attention.” y words clearly have his interest peaked.

“Should I go easy on her?” I can see my wicked grin has given him the answer he seeks as he quickly turns and heads downstairs with his footsteps sounding like thunder. A few minutes later I hear her muffled screams, letting me know he definitely knew what I was asking of him.

As I pour myself another drink I hear the sound of an explosion outside and I signal Cole to go see what’s happening.

Chapter 13

Xavier

I’ve been sitting in my room for about an hour now. Everything in me is screaming to go to her, just as it has every second of the last month and a half. I know I want to be with her, but how can I when I was no better than Tyrone? I know what he did to her and yet I let my inner beast take over and I scared her…I hurt her. I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself for being so careless with her. I’m snapped out of my daze by the feeling of my phone vibrating in my pocket.

“What!” I can’t help but shout at the irritation of being interrupted.

“Boss, is Sephy with you?” Vincent’s voice is strained and it’s impossible to miss the concern in it.

“No. Isn’t she in her room?” It feels like hours pass before he responds.

“No, boss. Sarah went to her room this morning and it’s empty. One of the guards didn’t check in for shift change too. Do you think she had him take her somewhere?” His words have my blood running cold.

“Who’s the guard? Have you tried reaching him?” I quickly start strapping my gun holster on, throwing my jacket over it as I listen for his answer to my questions.

“Boss, it’s Cole. He isn’t answering his phone and Victor just messaged me that one of the cars is gone.” I never did fully trust Cole. “What should…” I don’t even allow him to finish his question.

“I want all the men strapped and ready and I want Victor out front in ten minutes. I’m coming down.” I hang up and head to the foyer in record speed. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see the last few of my men come walking in from outside. Thirty-five men stand before me, each one willing to lay his life on the line if I give the word. On this day I’ll be asking them to lay their life on the line for a life I hold more dear than even my own and right now, I only wish I had told her that.

“I need a location on Sephy and Cole.” Vincent proves himself invaluable once again as he steps forward to speak.

“Boss, I had Victor check the LoJack on the car they took. The car is currently at Frankie’s compound.” I know how much he hadn’t wanted to be the one to tell me this and my reaction affirms his reasoning.

“Boys, you have been by my father’s side through all of the battles that he waged as he rose to the top. Now I must ask you to stand by my side for a battle to get back something more important to me than anything. The man we’ll be going against is none other than the Dead Eye himself.” I watch some of them shift nervously at the mention of his name. “It’s asking a lot to expect you to risk your lives for this, but I need to get her back. I WILL get her back. If you’re not willing to take on this sacrifice then you may leave now.” Not a single person walks out of the room.

“They took Sephy. I know everyone of you can agree that she’s one of us. We take care of our own!” I’m surprised by Vincent’s words, but all the men shout in agreement. The men quickly funnel out of the front door, piling into the cars in the driveway. Vincent walks at my side as we climb into a large black SUV at the head of the caravan. The car roars to life and with a shift of the gears we’re on our way. It takes us almost an hour to reach Frankie’s compound, but it feels like an eternity. I look over to Vincent who simply smiles at me and roars out loud, “Time to make some noise!” then presses the gas pedal firmly to the floor. Our SUV tears through the gate with ease before slamming into a brick guard house sending brick, glass and debris flying outwards with the impact. My men pull in right behind us and before I can open my door there’s gunfire erupting from every direction. I look out to see bodies dropping all around us, but not one of my men has fallen.

Vincent pulls out his .45 and takes a deep breath. “Time to make some heads roll, boss.”

I tighten my grip on my firearms and draw them from the holster as we both exit the vehicle, joining in on the assault as we all make our way toward the main house. As we make our way up the stairs, Vincent kicks the door down with ease and we make our way through the splintered wood that litters the entryway. I walk through the left arch into what I assume is a study and I’m faced with the monster himself with Vincent fast on my heels.

“Where the fuck is she?” It takes every ounce of will power to not end him now.

“Oh, Xavier, how nice of you to join us. I would have met you out front, but I found myself occupied by other matters” Cole steps into the room with his gun drawn and pointed in my direction.

“I’ll only ask one more time. Where the fuck is she?!” He has the nerve to smile as I ask my question a second time.

“Are you sure you want her now? I can assure you she’s little more than damaged goods, my men saw to that.” In the blink of an eye I hear the sound of a gunshot and my ear is on fire. Cole drops to the floor as I look over to Vincent who only nods at me. Frankie points to the stairs that I assume lead to a basement with a wicked grin pulling at his lips. I rush past him and head down the stairs while I leave Frankie at the mercy of Vincent…but mercy has never been something Vincent was well known for. I hear two more gunshots as I reach the bottom of the stairs and with that, I know Vincent has done what he knew I expected of him. I survey the room and see only one of the doors is closed and decide that’s the best place to start.

I throw open the door and see a large man standing with his back to me. The man whips around with his cock still hanging out of his pants and a look of shock and rage washes over him. I quickly raise my gun and pull the trigger. As the man collapses at my feet I find before me a bruised and bleeding figure strapped tightly to a wood table, chest down and blood streaming down her legs. My stomach lurches as I wait for any sign that she’s still alive.

As if answering my silent prayer I hear a weak whimper. I vault over the man and immediately start tearing at the straps that bind her. The moment I have her straps undone I pull her to my chest and hold her tightly as she sobs quietly in my arms.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you. You’re safe now.” My words are flooding from me as I try to offer her any kind of comfort. I hear loud footsteps coming down the stairs and a tall figure stands in the doorway, blocking the small amount of light that the single bulb outside the room was providing.

“Boss, we finished the sweep. Should I call Dr. Masters?” I couldn’t be more grateful for Vincent’s attention to detail as I nod in response. I make a promise to myself as I hold her to me that no one will ever be able to hurt her again. I rise to my feet with her still held tightly to my chest and follow Vincent to one of the cars. Victor is in the driver’s seat and, as he looks back seeing the state of my little goddess, he tears out of the driveway. We reach Cedars-Sinai in record time and Dr. Masters is standing outside waiting for us when we pull up. My door is quickly pulled open and I feel as Sephy is pulled from my arms and they rush her through the doors in a flash. I sit in the car as the shock and fear wash over me.

“Boss, should we go in?” Vincent can see the state of my emotions and quickly grabs my arm and helps me to my feet. I feel him guiding me up the sidewalk and through the door, but it feels as if it’s some kind of nightmare and I just wish I could wake from it. I wish I could go back to that night in the bathroom and let her know how sorry I was for being so insensitive and how much I need her and would never want to do anything to hurt her. I want to tell her how I can’t exist with her.

“Don Luciano?” The voice rips me from my thoughts. I look up and make no attempt to hide the fear that’s plastered across my face.

“I need to ask you a few questions.” I nod for Dr. Masters to continue. “Do you know how far along Miss Castillo is?” This question jolts me.

“What? What do you mean how far along?” I’m not entirely sure I understand what I’m hearing.

“Well, we did a few tests and the first one we ran was a pregnancy test. Judging by her HCG levels I would say she is about six or seven weeks along. Does that sound accurate to you?” What…the…fuck. How the hell is this possible? I’m always so careful. Then I flash to the night in the tub.

“She…she’s pregnant?” I didn’t even realize I spoke the words out loud until I feel a large hand smack down onto my shoulder.

“Congratulations, boss!” I can hear Vincent’s excitement, but I can’t fully process it through my own shock…and then it hits me like a ton of bricks.

“She…she was bleeding and…they…” Before I can finish, not that I think I would be able to, Dr. Masters jumps in.

“The baby is fine! She does have some vaginal tears, but the cervix looks good and everything else looks to be great. She’ll likely be sore for a while, but I think her mental health and emotional health will take longer to heal than her body.” Her words both comfort me and destroy me.

“Can I see her…please.” My eyes meet hers and she nods, gesturing to the door behind her. As I open the door I pause, staring at the small woman curled up on the hospital bed. She shifts slightly as she lifts her head with our eyes meeting as we both let loose the tears that we didn’t even realize we were holding back.

“You came for me.” Her words are overflowing with emotions.

“I’ll always come for you. I’m so sorry, this is all my fault. I would die if I lost you.” I quickly close the distance and take her in my arms. I pull back to look at her and catch the subtle motion of her hand sliding over her still flat stomach. “You…you knew?” She nods slowly as she seems to be trying to read me for some sign of what I’m feeling. “How long have you known?”

“About a week now.” She lowers her head. I couldn’t be more angry with myself right now. She’s been holding this for a whole week and because of me, she’s gone through it alone.

“I’m so sorry, little one. I should’ve been there for you. I was just so mad at myself for losing control the way I did. I hurt you and that knowledge has been tormenting me. I’ll never leave you again. I’ll never lose control again.” My words hold a truth that comes from every fiber of my being.

“You didn’t hurt me. My past did.” She’s subconsciously rubbing her hand in circles on her stomach and it brings a smile to my face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” My words bring a smile to her face. She looks up at me playfully.

“Yeah, well I’m pretty fucking hungry too.” I chuckle as I place my hand on top of hers.

“Waffles? I’ll make sure I make enough for everyone.” She nods as she looks down at our hands.

“Are…are you ok with this?” I hear the fear in her voice as she asks the question that she has likely been choking on for the past week.

“I’m definitely surprised…” Her smile fades. “But I’ve never been happier in my life.” Her eyes meet mine as she pulls me to her lips, kissing me with more passion than ever before. As I stand here beside this woman who has quite literally turned my world upside down, I realize that there’s nowhere else I would rather be.