Gios possession devious.., p.9
Gio’s Possession : Devious Series, page 9
Everly
When I get back to the city, I know I can’t go near any of the places that Gio knows about. I am desperate for money. I have to find money to eat, to survive, to run. I am not a person who takes things that don’t belong to me, but I’m tired, and I know what it’s like to have an empty stomach for days. I have to make some hard choices to survive.
Gio didn’t owe me anything, and I am grateful that he gave me food and a warm place to sleep, but I can’t be the other woman. A homewrecker. I just can’t live with myself doing that to another woman, even if her fiancé is a low-life cheating bastard.
As I meander down the sidewalk, I look for a target. A guy is walking toward me dressed in a business suit, carrying a briefcase. He’s wearing an expensive watch and seems distracted. I deem him the unlucky guy. I’ve never done this before, but my survival instinct kicks in. As he continues to walk toward me, he’s looking down at his phone, and I decide now is the time. I bump into him.
“Oh, my gosh. I am so sorry, sir. I am such a klutz.” Snatching his wallet without him noticing, I shove it into my pocket and help him pick up his dropped brief case.
The poor guy looks up and smiles. “It’s alright. No worries.” He gets his briefcase and walks away. I feel guilty even though I can tell by the way he’s dressed and the watch on his wrist that he won’t miss it. I need the money more than he does, so I push the guilt aside.
Closing my eyes, saying a silent prayer, I hope there is some cash in it. Opening it up, a smile crosses my face as I see a stack of bills. Counting them out, it’s over two thousand dollars. Who the hell keeps that much cash in their wallet? That’s just asking to get robbed.
There are several credit cards and the guy’s ID. I decide to keep it, and when I’m able, I will pay the man the money back by sending it to the address on the ID, and I will return his wallet. Hopefully, knowing that I am going to repay him will assuage some of the guilt that I feel for stealing. I shove the guilt away and find the nearest bus station.
Going to buy a ticket, I look at the schedule, trying to decide where to go next. I decide on a place that’s four hours away. It’s a big city, and I’m hoping that I can get lost in it amongst the many people. There will also be a lot more job opportunities than if I pick a small town.
Going up to the window to buy a ticket, I smile at the clerk and make my purchase. She informs me that the bus doesn’t leave for another two hours. I settle on a bench and wait. Placing the leftover cash and the man’s wallet into my duffle bag, I get comfortable.
While I wait, I nod off on the rock-hard bench. There’s a sound, and I feel a hand covering my mouth and nose. My eyes pop open, and I’m looking into the angry eyes of a man I know well. I know at that moment that I’ve made a huge mistake. I should have taken the first bus out of the city. I let myself get too complacent and feel too safe, and now I will pay the consequences. By the look on his face, I know that this will not end well for me, and there will be no forgiveness.
I feel something cold and hard stick into my side. Panic sets in.
“Don’t scream, or I’ll kill you right here.” His cold, hard voice and dead eyes leave no room for question. He will shoot me with the gun he has pressed into my side. I break out in a cold sweat of terror. My first thought is that if I die, I won’t see Gio ever again. Why am I thinking about that asshole right now?
Silently, I stand up and allow him to pull me along with him. I glance over at the ticket desk where the bus clerk was working, hoping that by some chance, she notices that I need help and calls the police. She’s not there anymore. The desk is empty. I’m alone, and there’s no one around that I can motion for help. I know that my only option right now is to cooperate and pray I find an opportunity to escape.
He’s found me, and he’s angry. I don’t know what he’s going to do, but I know he’s going to make me pay for running.
Gio
I use the rage running through me to propel me into action. Running downstairs, Marcello has gotten rid of Carla and is waiting in the kitchen for me. I should have slit that bitch’s throat and watched her bleed out. If she has cost me Everly, then she’s going to hell, and I’m giving her a free ride there.
Noticing the look of horror on my face, Marcello knows something is wrong.
“What’s wrong, G?”
“Everly fucking ran on me again.”
Clenching my teeth together and trying to stay in control, I try not to let the rage completely take over. I clench my fists until they turn white to stop myself from punching something. Grabbing my phone and keys, I race out of the house.
“I’ve got your back. We’ll find her, Gio. Just calm down and take a breath.” Marcello is following behind me.
“I won’t fucking breathe again until she’s back home where she belongs. Let’s go.”
Once we load up into the SUV, I pull up her tracker on my phone. It shows her at the bus station, and then it moves again. Hoping she doesn’t get on a bus before I can get to her, I drive like a bat out of hell.
“Call my father; get some men together. Let him know what’s going on.”
All of our SUVs have GPS locators on them, so our men will be able to find us and provide backup.
I can’t lose her. She’s become my everything. She’s coming back home whether she wants to or not. When she does, she’s getting punished for thinking that she can run away from me again. If she thinks that I was bad before, she doesn’t know what she’s unleashed in me now. I am going to be a monster, but I’ll be her monster.
I hand Marcello my phone so he can watch Everly’s tracker location, and I can drive without running us into a light pole. I keep my eyes on the road.
“Your dad sounds distressed, G. He is begging us to bring Everly home safe. Your mom was crying in the background of the call.” Marcello frowns.
He’s always been close to my parents, and he can’t stand to see my mom cry.
The fact that my parents are so worried about Everly and have accepted and come to care about her warms my heart. They can’t take losing her either. She’s become part of my family in the short time that she’s been with me.
“She’s moving away from the bus station, Gio. Going toward a neighborhood on the south side of town.”
“What the fuck is she doing? She doesn’t know anyone over there. The whole time I watched her before I took her, she didn’t have any friends or contacts. The manager told us she had only worked at the bar for a short time.”
I’m confused as hell. The only thing over in that neighborhood are drugs, gangs, and crackheads. The houses are ramshackled and decrepit. Everly is not the type of girl who needs to be over there, especially alone. So many questions run through my head, but we continue to drive toward her tracker.
“She’s stopping,” Marcello lets me know and reads off an address. I race toward it, not knowing what we will find when we get there. A few minutes later, we pull into that part of town.
As we pull into the neighborhood, some of my rage turns into fear. What the fuck does my girl think she’s doing over here?
I see gang members walking along the streets filled with trash. Houses that have seen better days. Even a prostitute on the corner. These lowlifes aren’t new to me since I live in the criminal underworld. I’m not scared for me. I fear for her safety since I’m quite a ways behind her, and I have no idea what she’s doing here.
I just want to find her and get her away from here. It’s a dangerous area and definitely not a place for Everly to be. My girl is sweet, kind, and innocent, and she doesn’t even know what I do for a living yet. The most she’s seen was a little bit of blood spatter when I came in from work one night. She never pushed to find out what it was from, and I didn’t offer up any answers. I wanted to wait until she was so attached that she couldn’t leave me. I try to put my guns away when she’s not around so she doesn’t see them. That’s all going to change when we get home. She will find out what it means to be a mafia wife.
Pulling up to the address that Marcello has recited, the house in front of us isn’t suited for anyone to be in. The yard is overgrown with grass and weeds up past our knees. The porch is barely being held up by rotting wood. Paint is chipping away.
I feel Marcello grab my arm.” Gio, think this through before you bust into that house, not knowing what’s going on. You could put Everly in even more danger if we aren’t careful.”
Giving him a nod, I gear up to get my wife back.
“When I get my hands on my little wife, I am going to turn her ass red. She won’t be able to sit down for a week.” I just pray I get that chance.
Marcello gives me a somber look. “We’ll bring her home safe, bro. The little nutjob is starting to grow on me, so we can’t let anything happen to her. ”
It’s scary to see Marcello so serious. I mean, I’ve seen him murder people, but he’s not usually this serious with me. His adding the little remark about Everly being a nutjob is more like him, but you can tell by the sad look on his face and that there was no playfulness in his voice; he is just as worried as the rest of us.
“We have to, Mar. I can’t live without her.”
Pulling out my Glock, I make sure it’s fully loaded, grabbing some extra ammunition out of the glove compartment. Marcello is doing the same. Always go into any situation prepared for the worst. I check to be sure both of my blades are in their holsters. One on my hip, one at my ankle.
Running for the front door with my gun ready to shoot, we enter the dilapidated house.
Everly
Looking around the room that I’m in, I try to find anything that I can use as a weapon.
It smells like piss, sweat, and mildew. I look around at the floor; it’s filthy and filled with garbage. I even see a couple of used syringes lying around. Broken glass might be the best option. I grab a piece that looks like I can use it to defend myself. This will have to do. Over in the corner, there is a dirty mattress lying on the floor with no sheets, and it has exposed springs protruding from it.
When Oliver found me at the bus station and brought me here, I knew I was in danger. He looks even more deranged than when he attacked me in my bedroom. His hair is greasy and limp. His eyes are dead, and his facial affect is nonexistent. It’s like an empty body. He smells of body odor and stale cigarettes and has dirty clothes on. This isn’t unusual, but it is worse than I have ever seen him.
He threw me into this room and left me, telling me he would be back. When I say he threw me, he stood at the door and shoved me so hard that I fell to the floor, and my head bounced off of the hard surface. My head is throbbing.
I hear voices. There is more than just Oliver in this house. As the voices coming down the hall get closer, I hear my father. I try not to get my hopes up that he will save me. He didn’t save me last time and handed me over to Oliver on a silver platter. As lazy as my dad is, I still can’t wrap my head around what he did or that he could be complicit in kidnapping me now.
The door flies open, hitting the wall behind it, and my father walks through first.
“Dad?”
“You fucking no good whore. You ran off and left me with no way to pay my debts. Who the fuck do you think you are? I own your cunt, and you are going to use it to make me some money.”
He’s holding a wad of cash in his hands, counting it.
Bile shoots up my throat, and I’m overcome with nausea. “Please don’t, Dad. Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because it’s easy money, and what else are you good for? The whole time you’ve been making money since you’ve been gone because we found all of this in your bag. This is mine now. How’d you make all of this?” Cackling, he sounds like a demon.
I stole from an innocent man, only for my father to find the money and take it for himself. I’m overcome with despair. I will never admit to him that I stooped to his criminal ways to survive.
“You are a piece of shit, selling your own daughter. Go to hell, you son of a bitch!”
I should have held my tongue. I didn’t see his hand coming at my face, but the force of it knocked my head back. My cheek is on fire, and I feel blood trickling down from my upper lip. My already aching head feels like I’ve been hit with a baseball bat. The sound of the smack makes a loud pop.
“You really raised an ungrateful twat of a kid, Wes. Hopefully, her being rotten doesn’t carry over to her pussy.” Oliver chuckles.
“Hurry up and fuck her so we can call it even. Then I’ve got another buyer coming to sample her. He’s willing to pay me a ton of cash if I let him bring his friends and share her. This bitch is going to start making me some money.” My father turns away and walks out of the bedroom door, locking it behind him without giving me a second look. Locking Oliver and me inside together, knowing that Oliver is going to rape me, is so fucked up. My own father who gave me life. He is even talking about selling me to other men after Oliver is finished with me, and taking my money with him is just the icing on the cake.
I’m not sure why I’m still shocked. When I think my father can’t turn any more vile, he does something to prove me wrong. Tears spill down my cheeks. I have never hurt anyone, but I have the shard of glass in my hand down beside me, and I know that very soon, I will have to choose to fight or to allow these men to continue to take pieces of me that aren’t theirs to take. They will take and take until there is nothing left.
I contemplate just giving up and using the glass to slice my wrist open. I am so tired of fighting and exhausted from life kicking me while I’m down. I don’t know what the purpose of living is anymore. I just want to lay down and not wake up. My heart hurts so bad. It hurts because I’ve lost my mom, I’ve lost Gio, and even though Dad hasn’t ever been much of a father, he’s also no longer a human being. He’s the devil. Now, I’m losing myself as well.
The only thing that gives me pause is that if these two predators don’t have me to use, will they find other women to rape and torture? I owe it to other young women to keep them from hurting anyone else. I’m just not sure how to do that. Do I allow them to use my body and sell me in hopes that they won’t bother or hurt anyone else, or do I fight them and hurt them? I’ve never hurt another human being, and the thought of doing so makes me sick to my stomach.
As these thoughts run through my head, Oliver comes closer, throwing me onto the dirty mattress on the floor. God only knows what disgusting fluids are on this bed. His heavy body dives on top of me, and his weight bears down on me. He wraps one hand around the back of my head, jerking me by my hair, bending my neck back until it feels like it’s going to break. His other hand goes to my throat, and it squeezes while he stares directly into my eyes, spittle flying out of his mouth as Oliver speaks.
“I can’t wait to get inside this tight virgin pussy.” He’s choking me, and I start to see spots. My hands are on his chest, and I try to push him off, but I can’t move him. He lets go of my throat, and I gasp for air, trying to get as much oxygen in as I can. Still holding on to my hair, he reaches down and rips my shirt down the middle. He looks down at my cleavage at the top of my bra with hunger in his eyes. Grabbing at it, he tears the bra from my body until I’m bare.
Jerking down my leggings, he uses his knees to pry my legs open. All the while, I’m struggling against him. Fighting and screaming at the top of my lungs.
There are only panties left between Oliver and me. I try to kick, but he weighs too much for me to get any leverage. He reaches down and rips my panties off. The material makes a tearing sound, and I know the little bit of protection that I had is gone.
He reaches his hand down into the front of his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling out his cock. “Stop fighting, you cunt. I’ve paid for you, and I’m going to get my money’s worth out of you.”
I grasp at straws on how to catch his attention to buy myself more time. I’m desperate for anything to save me.
“You might rape me, but I’m not a virgin anymore.”
SLAP.
I feel another burning, this time on the other side of my face.
“You whore. You gave your pussy to another man? I paid for an untouched cunt. Your father promised me. I can do anything I want to you. I paid for an untouched pussy, and now I get a used-up slut.”
“That’s right, motherfucker. I gave my pussy away because I wanted a real man to have it, and I knew no matter what you did to me, you would never be able to have me as a virgin.” I fire words at him with bravado that I don’t really feel, but I refuse to cower for this scumbag.
“I’m going to fuck you bloody, Princess, and then I’m going to flip you over and take that virgin ass. You kept that for Uncle Oliver, didn’t you, Princess? I’m going to fuck you over and over until you are full of blood and my cum. You won’t be able to wash my scent off of you. Then your father is going to let other men come in and have my sloppy seconds. You won’t know anything but working on your back for the rest of your life. A fucking merry-go-round with different men taking their turns over and over.”
Grabbing his cock, he moves it down and lines it up with my pussy. He’s going to rape me, and the only trick I have left up my sleeve is one that I didn’t want to have to use. He’s forced my hand, and all it’s going to take for him to be inside me is one thrust. I can’t allow this man to take that part of me. I won’t survive it.
He looks down and reaches to insert his cock inside of me. I know that I have a fraction of a second to make a decision. My time is up. I bring my hand up to his throat and slice him. The shard of glass cuts through his throat, and blood sprays out onto my face below. His throat is bleeding like a faucet. I’ve never seen so much blood. Oliver gurgles and collapses on top of me with his bare cock touching my thigh. He’s too heavy for me to move. He makes one more gasping sound like he’s trying to take a breath. Then it stops, and he’s quiet. I know he’s dead. There’s way too much blood for someone to survive. I am drenched in it. Wet, sticky, and slick. That was as close of a call as I could have gotten without him being inside of me. I am in a panic to get away from all of the blood. All I see is red.
