Page 3 of Vow of Silence

I turned around just as the wall closed quicker than usual. My men were stuck on the other side. We were secluded deep underground. They led me to a huge room with large satin pillows along the wall and a huge California king bed in the middle of the floor. On the opposite wall was a huge built-in bar. This room was a private place for having sex.

My heartbeat sped up. “Qemal, open the wall so that my men can come in.”

Instead of complying he smirked. “We only want to offer you a drink.”

Hell no. This isn’t happening. Get a prostitute for the night.

I walked over to the bar. Grabbing the bottle, I turned to look at Qemal. “I'm not thirsty. Now open the wall.”

Dabizir ignored us as he walked over to the wall with the pillows and began to rearrange them.

“Who do you think you're talking to bitch? You don't have Daddy with you now. I suggest you adjust your tone. Why don’t you have a drink with us?” said Qemal.

Before he could say anything else, I cracked the bottle over his head.

Bam.

Running, I fled toward the wall but Dabizir grabbed me, and threw me face first into it.

Oh shit.

His fists came barreling toward my face. Pain surged through me and my eye stung as blood trickled down it. He picked me up and body slammed me on the floor.

Dabizir laughed. “Fight me. I like it rough.”

My breath was knocked from me as I landed on the marble floor. Pain shot through my body and my back felt like it was broken. I tried to scramble to my knees, but he climbed on top of me, and held my hands above my head.

He bared his teeth in my face. “Give her the drink Qemal.”

“Get off me.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Qemal come toward me with a smile on his face. He poured a small bottle of liquid into the alcohol bottle. He pinched my nose and yanked my mouth open. He began pouring alcohol down my throat. I had started choking by the time he stopped. Something was wrong. This wasn't just alcohol. Whatever it was, caused heat to flow through my body. My vision became blurred.

It is drugs.

These limp dick bastards were using drugs to take advantage of me. When Dabizir climbed from me, I grabbed the Glock I hid and swung it hard against his temple. I aimed it at Qemal but he knocked the weapon from my hand before I could get a shot.

He kicked me in the ribs. After he stopped stomping on me, he started punching me in the face. The last thing imprinted on my mind was Qemal’s smirking face. My vision faded.

When I regained consciousness, I felt the frigid wind on my bare breast. My clothes were no longer on, but haphazardly draped over me. I was being carried in Boris’s arms. I tried to speak but my tongue was thick and frozen to the roof of my mouth. I blinked back tears as I saw my father.

“Hurry up Boris. Get her in the car. Don't worry Anya, I'm going to find out who did this to you. I'll kill him,” said Felix.

* * *

Three months passed and my father's words still echoed in my ears. Except now, the vow was nothing more than an empty promise. Father had promised to find out who raped me. Yet so much time had passed and he hadn’t found out anything. Every day I asked him about it, but his response was always the same. He had nothing. I started to think that he wasn’t trying to find out the truth.

I went inside the bathroom and locked the door. Three months was exactly how long I had not had my menstrual cycle. My period was always regular but ever since that dreadful nightmare, it had been nonexistent. After two months, I could no longer convince myself that it was due to stress. My period was nowhere in sight. I had no cramps, tender nipples, or sweet and sour cravings.

My body felt like a lopsided washing machine. Something was off. I huffed as I took out the pregnancy test. The box said fifteen minutes, however, it only took two minutes for another line to appear, confirming that I was pregnant. My life was fading before my eyes. I slid to the floor as a wave of nausea flowed through me. A feeling of lightheadedness made me cradle my head as I silently wept. I tossed the test in the trash and piled a heap of toilet paper on top of it.

Father needs to give me answers now. What am I going to do?

The universe kept messing up my life. First, a rapist stole my virginity. Now, I was impregnated with a bastard child. There was no way I could love a baby that came from a stranger who forced himself on me.

I rushed out of the bathroom and headed to Dad’s office. As usual, the door was closed. I heard father’s voice clearly as he spoke to Boris. They were celebrating a recent deal with Arkan. My fists balled at my side, I trembled, as rage flowed through me.

Daddy only cared about billions of dollars. Did he ignore my rape for an increase in the cocaine trafficking business?