“I thought you finally learned your lesson. Then I get home to find my men dead. YOU KILLED my fucking men, made me look weak,” Lucca screams.
My face is crusted and swollen from the beating he has given me.
Chains wrapped around my waist, feet, and hands, securing me to a metal chair in this empty warehouse.
I spit the blood from my mouth, as my one good eye sees Kylie's body lying helplessly on the floor.
“Let her go, Lucca, she has nothing to do with this,” I say to him.
“She helped you, she fucking hid you from me. And to top it all I find out you are fraternizing with my sworn enemy, your family that turned their back on you. The same family that now has my daughter.”
He grips my hair and I stare into his angry face. I wish he was ugly, I wish he smelled bad and his breath was rancid but it is not true.
He is clean, his beige formal pants and leather shoes don't fit in this warehouse, but his personality does.
Kylie groans, and as I stare at my monster I know that she doesn't deserve what is going to be done to her.
to fight, not give
would want me to
I am not worthless.
as her second groan of pain well, that angers me to
me. we are victims, you
letting my head go, and it is that laugh
fight and I would never stop hunting you down. As long as I live you would never see my daughter, you would never touch her. And with my death you would seal it
his cold smile that once chilled my blood now
touched my face and left me falling at
“'till death Wife.”
He WALKS off.
as you want, but leave my wife alone, I have great
door slams and with it
please,” I beg the men as they start pulling
have a choice,” Marone, Lucca's top soldier says to me as he comes into my line
from the pain but