Psycho saints psycho maf.., p.3
Psycho Saints (Psycho Mafia Book 3), page 3
Cristian stood, his eyes narrowing as his jaw stiffened. "Kitten-"
"Don't you dare 'kitten' me," I spat. "You had no right. No fucking right to do what you did. Do you have any idea how violated I feel? How betrayed?"
My chest heaved as I glared at him, tears of rage burning in my eyes. "I trusted you, Cristian. Despite everything, despite knowing what you are, I let myself start to trust you. And you shattered that trust like it meant nothing to you."
I trembled with fury, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. Cristian reached out, catching my wrists in his strong grip. His touch made my skin crawl, the hair standing on end as those dark eyes bored into mine.
"Scarlet, please," he pleaded, his voice low and urgent, catching me off-guard with the slight vulnerability. "Let me explain. I only want what's best for us."
"Us?" I spat the word like poison. "There is no us, Cristian. You made damn sure of that when you did what you did."
His grip tightened, and I could see the desperation in his eyes. "Kitten, I love you. Everything I've done, I've done for you - for our future."
"Love, what the hell do you know about love?!"
Something inside me snapped. With a strength I didn't know I possessed, I wrenched one hand free and slapped him hard across the face. The crack echoed through the room, and Cristian's head snapped to the side.
"Fuck you," I snarled, my voice dripping with venom. "I hate you, Cristian. I fucking hate you."
His eyes widened, a mixture of shock and hurt flashing across his face. But I was far from done.
"Whatever we had, whatever we could have been - it's gone. You burned it to the ground the moment you decided to play God with my body." I yanked my other hand free, taking a step back. "I can never trust you again. I don't want anything to do with you. Hell, I never want to see your face again."
For a moment, Cristian stood frozen, his cheek reddening where I'd struck him. Then, something dark and dangerous flashed in his eyes. In an instant, he closed the distance between us, his hands gripping my upper arms as he pulled me flush against his chest.
"You're mine, Scarlet," he growled, his face inches from mine, my breath catching in my throat. "There's no one else for me, and there never will be. Don't you understand? There's nothing I wouldn't do for you."
I struggled against his hold, but he was immovable, his grip like a vice, bruising my arms.
"Let go of me, you psycho!"
"No," he hissed, his fingers digging into my skin. "I won't let you go. I can't. You're everything to me, kitten. Everything."
I struggled against Cristian's iron grip, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes burned with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine.
"Let me go!" I snarled, twisting and thrashing, but it was futile, whatever anger or hatred he felt right now, it was hardening him like stone.
In a blur of movement, Cristian shoved me backward. I stumbled, the back of my knees hitting the couch. Before I could regain my balance, he was on me, pinning me to the cushions with his body weight.
"Stop fighting this, kitten," he growled, his face inches from mine. "We both deserve this. A family, a future." There was a strange desperation to his tone as he said that, his eyes flickering.
I bucked beneath him in an attempt to throw him off, but he was too strong. "You're insane!"
His hand cupped my cheek, the gentleness of the gesture at odds with the fire in his eyes. "I'll treat this child right, Scarlet. I'll make sure they have a perfect life. My brothers will help with that."
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "You? A father? You're fucked in the head, Cristian."
His grip on my face tightened, just shy of painful. "I may be fucked up, but I'd never bring harm to you or our child. Never."
"Our child?" I spat the words like venom. "We don't even know if I'm pregnant. And if I am, it might not even be yours."
Something dark flashed in Cristian's eyes, but his voice remained eerily calm. "That doesn't matter. It'll still be my blood in a way. My brothers', too."
I stared up at him, a mix of disgust and disbelief churning in my gut. "You're delusional. This isn't love, Cristian. It's obsession."
His fingers trailed down my neck, sending an involuntary shiver through me. "Call it what you want, kitten. But you're mine, and I'm not letting you go."
"You're harming me all the time," I hissed, my heart hammering wildly.
"True harm, my love. A little bit of pain with pleasure is something I will bring you, but I'll never endanger you, have death an actual possibility," he vowed.
I couldn't breathe. Cristian's body pressed down on me, his breath hot against my skin. My struggles were pointless, his grip unyielding. I ground my teeth, hating how he spoke words of possession and promises of a skewed version of love and family. He didn't understand any of it, not truly.
"Please, don't do this," I begged, my voice breaking. But my pleas fell on deaf ears as his hands worked his belt free.
"Call for Julian, and I'll make it worse for you, kitten. This is what's supposed to be. I promise you, this is right," he whispered as his teeth grazed my neck, dancing over my quickening pulse.
I knew there was no escape, and I didn't want to risk him hurting Julian. Would he hurt his own brother if I called for him? I was trapped beneath the weight of his body, his desire, and his twisted obsession. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat echoing the futility of my resistance.
His hands roamed over my body, touching, taking, with no regard for my consent or my tears. I turned my head away, squeezing my eyes shut as if I could block out the reality of what was happening. But there was no denying it, no running from the harsh, undeniable truth.
Cristian was going to rape me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
His fingers curled into the band of my shorts and underwear, tugging it all down in one quick yank.
"Cristian, don't." I tried one final time to get him to stop, but he ignored me as he buried his length inside of me, the pain sharp and immediate. My body tensed, my nails digging into the fabric of the couch as I fought to distance myself from the violation. But he was relentless, driving into me with a ferocity that left me raw and breathless.
I lay there, tears streaming down my face, praying Julian would come down and stop this, my gaze focused on the staircase. Maybe even Tyrone would come home and end this for me, banish Cristian for this.
With each thrust, I felt a piece of myself crumbling away, leaving behind nothing but a hollow shell. He didn't care of the risk this was, that if I wasn't pregnant, then this could alter that. no, it would be what he wanted. I was just a body to him right now. An end to a means.
"Cristian-"
His hand wrapped around my throat, my words dying under his grip as those dark eyes held mine.
"You are mine, kitten. Forever and always. We're going to have a family, and we will all be one big family. It's going to be perfect," he ground out the last part with a deep thrust that made me suck in whatever air I could get in.
I wanted to scream at him that he was fucked, that this was so wrong on so many levels, but there was something in those dark depths, a desperation, that made my brow furrow.
He was scared.
It was a startling realization, but he shook his head, as if he sensed I'd seen the truth, and those eyes became masked as his lips twisted into a snarl.
He drove into me, my body rocking on the couch as I trembled, my body unwilling beneath his.
And then, it was over. Cristian shuddered above me, his body going rigid as he found his release. He spilled inside me, filling me and claiming me as his, proving the power he held over me. Another tear streaked down my cheek as the numbness washed over me.
He bowed down, resting his forehead on mine.
"Scarlet, beautiful Scarlet," he murmured, almost to himself as I closed my eyes, wishing he'd stop this yo-yoing. Right now, it was like he was someone I didn't know. Not the man I'd thought I'd come to have an odd connection with. This man was a goddamn monster.
For a moment, he stayed there, his forehead resting against mine. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his breath mingling with my own, and my emotions and thoughts were a chaotic mess right now. I had no idea what he was thinking.
"You belong with us now, Scarlet," he said, his voice low and raspy. "This is where you're meant to be."
Slowly, he pulled out of me and shifted his body so that he was sitting on the couch. Before I could move away, he reached out and pulled me into his lap, cradling me against his chest like a precious treasure.
I was numb, my mind a whirlwind of shock and disbelief. I sat there, stiff and broken, as he stroked my hair and whispered soothing words in my ear.
"Everything will be okay, kitten," he said, his tone almost gentle. "I'll protect you. I'll die for you if I have to. You'll be loved in a way no other man could ever love you."
His words struck deep, because I knew they were true, he'd kill for me, or die. And not just that, in that moment, I realized he was right about one thing. No other man could love me the way Cristian did—because his version of love was tainted by possession and control.
I thought of his brothers, of Julian's welcome sweetness and Tyrone's fierce protectiveness. They were all a part of this, whether they admitted it or not. They were all complicit in my captivity, in the stripping away of my freedom and my choices.
And as Cristian held me close, his hand stroking my back in slow, rhythmic circles, I prayed this whole pregnancy thing didn't happen. Why was my mind so broken that I'd want to keep it? After what he'd just done, how he'd been to me? I hated how he was toying with my emotions, being two people, one so normal, and then this feral, monstrous side.
I closed my eyes, a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over. I was trapped in a gilded cage, surrounded by men who saw me as nothing more than a prize to be won, a treasure to be coveted.
Despite how Julian and Tyrone treated me and spoke to me, I felt like they were the same in their thoughts towards me. They'd said I was more to them now, not just their captive, but how could that be possible? They'd allowed Cristian to hurt me so much, looking the other way, accepting this twisted side of him.
"My precious little kitten. I won't let anything happen to you," Cristian said as he kissed my temple, and my stomach dropped.
I was stuck in this mess now, and I doubted Tyrone and Julian could help me.
Hell, what if they just looked the other way yet again?
5
SCARLET
Icurled into myself as Cristian finally left, the elevator doors sliding shut behind him. He'd dared to kiss my forehead before he'd left my lying there, used up like a damn sex doll.
Tears burned my eyes, and a sob ripped from my throat as I pulled myself into a sitting position. My hands shook as I fumbled with my clothes, struggling to dress myself, my body aching.
Stumbling towards the stairs, I climbed them on unsteady legs. Each step felt like a mountain, my body heavy with shame and fear. As I reached the top, Julian's door opened. His eyes widened when he saw me, his face dropping.
"What happened?"
I couldn't speak. The words caught in my throat, tangled up with the sobs I was desperately trying to hold back. As Julian wrapped his strong arms around me, my resolve crumbled. I melted into his embrace, my body trembling as the floodgates opened. My tears soaked his shirt, and the familiar scent of his cologne did little to ease my pain. I clung to him like a lifeline, my fingers digging into the fabric of his clothes as if I was afraid he'd disappear if I let go. I needed someone right now, someone to help me hold it together, and despite our situation, I felt the strange closeness with him.
"Cristian," I choked out. "He... he..."
Julian's body tensed as his arms tightened around me, his voice gruff. "What did he do?"
I struggled to recount Cristian's actions through broken sobs, my voice breaking. Julian's grip on me tightened even more, his strong arms becoming a fortress around my trembling form. I felt his jaw clench against the top of my head, the tension in his body palpable. His breath came in sharp, controlled bursts, and I could sense the fury building within him. Despite everything, a small part of me found comfort in his protective embrace, anchoring me.
"That fucking idiot," he growled. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
He guided me to the bathroom, his touch gentle despite the anger radiating off him. "I'm calling Tyrone. This will be sorted."
I nodded numbly as Julian opened the bathroom door. "Can I... can I be alone?" I whispered, my thoughts becoming dark. I wanted to be on my own, the reminder that relying on anyone always bit me in the ass.
Save for Noms, she was the only person I could trust in this world.
"Of course." He hesitated. "I'll be right outside if you need anything."
As the door closed behind him, I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower, drawing in shallow, shaky breaths. The hot water cascaded over me, but it couldn't wash away the feeling of Cristian's hands on my skin, his words branding me as his own.
I doubted they'd do anything against their brother. They were family, after all. And what was I? Just a captive. A toy. A potential incubator. Julian and Tyrone weren't all that upset at the possibility of me being pregnant. Was this their plan to keep me? To make me their little pet forever? Their sex slave?
I closed my eyes, recalling all the good moments, the shopping trips, the meals, the comfortable relaxing times. They were warping my mind, twisting it. God, it was killing me. They'd kill me in the long run, and if I was pregnant, this was it. I was trapped, forever.
The thought of being pregnant hit me like a punch to the gut. I slid down the shower wall, hugging my knees to my chest. Maybe I needed to reconsider the morning-after pill. Or an abortion, if it came to that. The idea of carrying Cristian's child after what he'd done made me sick to my stomach.
A sob tore from my throat, echoing off the tile walls. I buried my face in my hands, letting the water mix with my tears. How had my life come to this? Trapped between three brothers, each with their own brand of cruelty and twisted affection.
Why was I so stubborn? So broken about discarding a barely flourishing life inside me? Why was I the one that Cristian had sought out that night? Was this karma for murdering Brent years ago? For allowing Lily to be murdered? Was this punishment for my weakness and sins?
I don't know how long I sat there, crying until I had nothing left. My fingers were shriveling, but I couldn't bring myself to move. I was empty, hollowed out. Lost.
I barely registered the sound of the bathroom door being pulled open, but the cool rush of air made me shudder. Julian's hands were gentle as they helped me to my feet. "Come on, pyro, let's get you out of here," he murmured.
I flinched, but Julian didn't seem to notice, or he pretended not to, as he wrapped a fluffy towel around me. I stood there, silent, as he dried me off, my mind detached from the situation, numb.
He dressed me in a soft, oversized shirt that I realized belonged to him and a pair of his boxers. It was intimate, the act of a lover, but there was nothing sexual in his movements. He was caring for me, tending to me in the aftermath of his brother's assault. It was all too much and not enough at the same time.
Once I was dressed, Julian guided me to his bed and pulled back the covers. I climbed in, feeling Kenny's warm weight as he curled up beside me. Julian gave me a soft, encouraging smile as he tucked the blankets around me.
"I'll be right back. Hot chocolate and something to eat, okay?" he said, his voice firm yet soothing. It was as if he could will me to be okay with his words.
A stark contrast to what his brother had been like, what he'd done to me.
As he left the room, I buried my face in Kenny's fur, my hand stroking his silky back as I wrestled with the chaos in my head. Julian's bed smelled like him, and for a fleeting moment, it offered a small comfort. But it was an illusion, a temporary solace in the eye of a storm that was far from over.
My gaze drifted toward the closed bathroom door, the promise of an end to my torment so close I could almost touch it. I knew the razors were in there, nestled among Julian's shaving supplies, sharp and inviting. The scissors in the first-aid kit were another option, a sure way to make the pain stop.
It would be so easy, a way to escape this twisted, fucked-up reality they'd trapped me in. No more Silvestri brothers. No more fighting, no more surviving. Just... peace.
As I lay there, contemplating the finality of such an act, the door burst open, slamming against the wall with a resounding bang. Tyrone stood there, his face a mask of rage so intense that for a moment, I feared he might strike me. But then his expression softened, the storm in his eyes giving way to a surprising tenderness.
He took a step into the room, his movements slow and deliberate, as if afraid he might scare me off. "Scarlet," he said softly, the sound of my name on his lips breaking through the fog of despair that had settled over me. "Are you all right?"
It was a stupid question, really. Of course I wasn't all right. But the concern in his voice was real, and it shook me out of my morbid thoughts. Tyrone, the cold, calculated brother, the one who held them all together with an iron fist, looked at me now with a vulnerability I'd never seen before. Did he know what my mind was currently contemplating?
"I... I don't… no," I whispered, the words catching in my throat. It was the honest answer, and there was no point denying it.
Tyrone approached the bed, his movements cautious as he perched on the edge, careful not to disturb Kenny and me. "I spoke with Julian," he said, his gaze fixed firmly on the blanket-covered lump that was my feet. "What Cristian did... It's unforgivable. We're dealing with it, you have my word."
His promise hung heavy in the air between us. For the first time, I saw the brotherhood that bound them fraying at the seams. Cristian's actions had consequences that reached beyond his own selfish desires. I wondered how deep those cracks truly went and what it meant for all of us if the Silvestri foundation began to crumble.
