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I screeched and struggled to move away, but he straddled my body. He grabbed my face and shoved his fingers in my mouth, forcing the gag deeper until it wouldn’t move further. He felt behind him until he grabbed a roll of duct tape, pulling off a long piece right in front of my wide eyes.
Tears streamed down my face as he slapped it over my mouth.
Sufficiently gagged, there wasn’t anything else I could do. I heard the snick of a knife and felt him cut away my clothes, until I lay naked before him.
“I’m just fixing this wrong,” he mumbled. “Purifying you again.” He went off on a tangent, as he forced his dick inside of me.
It burned from the friction of my legs being closed, and my pussy being dry as fuck. Grunting, Juan Carlos shoved his hand between us, rubbing something slick onto his cock. He forced himself in again, and it was smoother, though the penetration still burned.
I screamed as he grunted into my ear, “Tell me you love me.”
I mumbled no, though he couldn’t understand.
He groaned, “fuck, you are a tight one, even if you aren’t a virgin. Tell me you love me.”
I screeched at him to go fuck himself.
He pumped his cock in me harder.
“Tell me what I want to hear, Isadora, and I will let you cum,” he whispered.
I screamed profanities and tried to buck him off.
“Yes, my little fiancée. Fight me. It makes fucking you so much more satisfying,” he praised, as he forced himself deeper.
I could barely breathe from the tears and snot covering my face. It was hopeless, as Juan Carlos set a punishing rhythm. He praised me when it felt good and begged me to love him in between.
He said all the things Benedikt would say, tainting those memories, taking more from me than just my body. When he finally grunted his release, I was numb and cold on the floor.
He smacked my ass a few times before standing. I felt my body being lifted into the air, as he walked me out of the house, naked, into the freezing chilly night.
“We’ll finish the rest at home,” Juan Carlos whispered.
It was one of the last things I heard, before I finally let oblivion take over and fell into a painless, exhausted sleep. Not that it kept the nightmares away. No, Juan Carlos just added to them.
A monster among men.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The chilly night air bit into my skin as I tiptoed down the alleyway, blending into the shadows cast by crumbling brick walls, with my men. Rostov-on-Don wasn’t my first choice when searching for a safe house like this, but it was well hidden enough to keep people like me under the radar, which was the perfect place for my prey to be. Just like that guy, whose name wasn’t Jose, told us it would be. His real name was irrelevant, as he left his family bloodline to die in that room, when he took his son’s life over his own.
And they said that the Bratva was fucked up.
The safe house was on the edge of town, masquerading as an abandoned factory from the outside. Windows were boarded up, rusted machinery and rubble scattered across the grounds, and moss crept over everything in sight. I moved closer, scanning for any unusual movement.
The Venezuelan cartel leader I was after had gone to ground here according to intel. Getting to him would be a problem; an armed one. He always came prepared with a dozen loyal men heavily armed, and ready to die for him. And, unfortunately, that was exactly what I was here to help them do.
I whispered orders to my men as we all fanned out. I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, as I slipped through a side entrance I’d scoped out earlier. The hallway was damp and dark, smelling of mold and rust. Faint voices echoed somewhere deeper inside, the leader and his men, laughing as if they owned the place. I gripped my knife tighter, and made my way down the corridor, listening carefully to the sounds of change in their conversation.
“-can’t have him running off, doing whatever he wants. Bring him to heel,” a voice said.
“You don’t tell me what to do. Without me, this alliance wouldn’t even work,” another person scoffed.
Men laughed and jeered, as an argument ensued. I felt like I knew one of the head men speaking, but couldn’t put my finger on where from.
“Just go out the back, so no one will see you.”
That was my cue. I texted the signal and burst into the room. Guns were drawn, but I saw a door close on the other side of the room before I could see who ran out of it. Hopefully, one of my men grabbed him on the outside.