Page 30 of Seen By Larabe
“He was about to tell me something…” Then I hear Aurora yell into the phone. “Rocco! Rocco what’s happening?” I snatch the comm from her fingers and put it in my ear. I am straining to hear something, anything but all I hear is static and before I know it we are all screeching out of the lot into the night.
“Cain hurry.”
“Tell me what you heard.” She won’t stop crying.
“He was fussing at me about being here, then I heard shooting and screaming and then everything went blank.” My mind is trying to process what she is saying but something doesn’t make sense.
“Who the hell would be dumb enough to break into the Sanctuary and then bring a war they can’t win to your doorstep. It’s…” I can’t find the right word.
“Suicidal.” She finishes my sentence. “It’s like they want to garner our attention but for what?” It takes my mind milliseconds to playback everything and I look at her, my entire body frozen with fear.
“Satine.” Aurora’s hand covers her mouth as she realizes what happened.
“It was all a distraction. A trap. It was to get us out of the house first and then to get them a way in. Cain, I’m so sorry.” Her hand touches my arm, but I can feel nothing. Piccola! What have I done?
Twenty-Two
Satine
Mmm. I have never been so exhausted as I have since we got here and more so lately. I love when he uses me until I pass out from exhaustion. During those sleeps I don’t dream. Well, I have nightmares to be more exact but not this time. I’m not sure what just awakened me, but the dream I was having was beautiful.
Footsteps shake my haze and I smile knowing my husband is home. “Babe, when did you get back?'' I call out sitting up slightly, letting my sheet drop. “Larabee?” I hear another step but something about it makes the hair on my neck stand. Suddenly aware that something is not right, I reach for the sheet only to be stopped cold by a voice I never wanted to hear again.
“I’m afraid ‘babe’ is not here, whore.” Clutching the sheet to my chest, I gasp when my father steps into my bedroom.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him, scrambling for my robe that is at the foot of the bed.
“What do you think? I came to take back the property that is rightfully mine.” I am trying to slide the slick fabric over my skin, but the fear has caused a layer of sweat and it is not complying so easily.
“I am not your property. I am his wife.” Sneering, he spits on the carpet.
“Whore! You married the first man to slip into your slutty cunt. Typical female. You were already given to someone of my choosing. They had no right. I paid them to return you to me. ME! Do you know how much I was promised for delivering you a virgin?”
“It’s too late. I am no longer a virgin. My husband made me a woman in every sense of the word.” I realize too late how close he has moved to me until his hand makes contact with my face.
“Dirty puta.” He spits once more calling me a slut. “You must fancy yourself lucky huh, living amongst these hooligans, these…bitches!”
“These women have ten times the balls you do.” He yells and lunges for me but then another voice interjects.
“Enough. We came here to take her… my new toy.” Oh God. It’s him. “I was looking forward to breaking you in girl, perhaps make you my number 1, but now that you have given it away so freely, I can simply just take it and throw you with the others, working my streets. Either way you will be of use.” I am trying not to show how scared I am right now, but I am so freaking scared.
“I am no one's toy, and I am going nowhere with you. Either of you.” He laughs and I can’t stop the shiver from moving through me. This man is easily the same height as my husband. Where Larabee is broad and muscular, this man is lean, but his athleticism cannot be missed and the deep dark scar from his bottom lip to the top of his head makes him menacing.
“I am afraid, gutter rat, you will come one way or another, but perhaps you are right. Maybe I should screw you right now, in this bed you share with the man you think loves you, shed some of your blood on these sheets so he knows I took back my possession.” Oh God.
“He-my husband loves me.” I am defending our love like it will somehow help but it is all I can think to do. They are both blocking my way out of the door so I can’t yet run for the panic room. Carefully I am trying to look around me for something to defend myself.
“Do you believe this silly girl? She thinks this gringo loves her. Men like us, killers, we have no heart. You are his expensive whore.” I know it is not true and hearing his voice tell me how much he loves me, gives me strength as false as it may be. Slowly, I slide out of bed and stand up straight.
“If you leave now I might be able to convince him not to kill you.” Please be on your way home. They both look at me and throw their heads back laughing.
“I think she forgets her place, Sachi.” My father says to the man. He nods his head, but he hasn’t stopped leering at me.
“I think you are right, Iscimo.” He begins undoing his belt and my stomach starts to turn. The panic I haven’t felt in weeks starts to swirl around me. “She has been given too much freedom here. Not enough control has been taken from her.”
“Please just go.” I begin to beg while trying to move around the bed. “I just want…”
“That is the problem, bitch, you don’t get to want anything. Your only purpose in life is to give. That is all your kind was made for. Give head. Give pussy. Give ass. Give heirs. Give…life.” I am shaking my head vigorously now. He flings his belt across the room and moves toward me quickly. I try to run to the left of the bed, which would put me toward the balcony, but my father grabs my hair and throws me into Sachi’s arms.