Guard Me: A Mafia Romance (The Rossi Crime Family Book 4)

by J. L. Beck

  “He is gone...come here.” I kneel down and hold my arms out to her. She unfolds herself and scurries across the floor on her hands and knees, taking my hands. When I help her up she looks around the room nervously.

  “I won’t let him hurt you. He won’t touch you. Not unless he wants to die.” I have no fucking clue where the words come from or how I’m going to stop him, but he won't touch her. I’ll die before I let him get to her.

  She steps closer and throws her arms around me. I let my own arms incase her body and pull her to my chest, my heated blood calms at the sound of her steady heart beat. I pick her up and move her to the bed. Then I shut the lights off and climb into bed, pulling her close to my chest. This all feels normal, like we’re a normal couple, but it’s all too good to be true.

  “I wish everyone here was like you.” She murmurs into my neck. I can hear her inhaling my scent. I calm her just as he calms me. We’re so wrong for each other, and yet so right.

  “I’m not a good man, but if there’s is one good thing I’ll do in this life, it’s going to be for you.” Violet doesn’t respond and eventually I hear her breathing even out, and I pull the comforter up and over us.

  “If I could keep you kitten I would. I’d keep you forever.” I whisper into the nothingness wishing more than anything I was a better man, and that she was never brought here.

  Chapter Eight

  Violet

  When I wake up the sun is just coming up filling the room with dim light. Ivan still has me pulled into his chest with his arm wrapped around my middle in an iron grip. I could stay like this forever...safe and secure in his embrace. I feel like as long as I’m with him nothing can hurt me. I know it’s only an illusion, he can’t protect me from what’s to come, nevertheless I like to hold on to that illusion as long as I can.

  As is if he can sense that I’m awake, he stirs behind me, bringing his face close to my neck inhaling me. When he breathes back out the air tickles on my skin, releasing a set of shivers to run down my spine. As soon as I move, I feel his erection press into my ass.

  He starts kissing my neck and the hand that was sprawled out against my stomach moves lower. My breath hitches when his fingers slip beneath the waistband of my panties. He finds my clit with ease and with skilled fingers he starts to move in small circular motions. I can feel myself growing wetter, and wetter with each stroke of his finger.

  “I want to taste you,” Ivan murmurs sleepily into my hair. Taste me?

  “I want to have you for breakfast.”

  “Okay,” I whisper without knowing exactly what he is talking about.

  He pulls his hand out of my panties and grips onto the fabric at my hips, pulling them down in one swift movement. Moving away from behind, he makes me lie on my back so he can position himself in front of me.

  He nudges my legs open and I gladly let them fall apart. Kneeling in front of me, his eyes roam over my body like I’m some kind of priceless treasure. The need mixing with adoration I see in his gaze squeezes my heart tightly. Why can’t it always be like this? I just want to stay with Ivan. I only want him to look at me... him to touch me and no one else.

  “You are so beautiful,” he says before pushing my shirt up. He starts peppering open mouth kisses over my stomach leaving behind a trail of hot skin. I’m already panting by the time he moves lower down my body, his kisses end at the top of my mound, and I wonder what he’s going to do next.

  “Ivan…” His name falls from my lips as a moan. My hands find their way into his hair and I grip onto the strands. If out of instinct I spread my legs wider, the movement making cool air wash over my heated and already wet center.

  “Your so responsive to my touch kitten.” He growls against my clit before swiping his tongue against the swollen nub. The sensation is so strong I pull away by reflex even though I don’t want to. Ivan looks up at me over my mound a mischievous grin on his lips, and grips onto my legs to hold me in place. He starts off licking my clit gently but quickly adds pressure as whimpers of pleasure slip from mg my lips.

  He caresses, sucks and nibbles on me like I’m his last meal and he is thoroughly enjoying every last bite. When he closes his lips around my clit and starts to suck gently my back arches off the bed and a loud moan rips from my throat.

  I fold one of my arms over my face, covering my mouth to muffle my screams. Ivan doesn’t seem to care about me being noisy as he keeps working my clit with equal force, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

  When he pulls away and drags his tongue down my slit I almost lose it. He dips the tip of his tongue into my entrance, and swirls it around, and from the sensations alone I fall over the edge. Hot pleasure flows through me like lava erupting from a volcano. Burning up my insides in the best possible way. Ivan growls between my folds lapping up every drop of my release.

  “You taste as delicious as you look Kitten. And with your sweet cream coating my tongue I’d love to do nothing more than to fuck you.” I can barely keep my eyes open while listening to him. The worst part is even though I know it would kill me I’d love nothing more than to give Ivan that one piece of me. I’m going to die anyway. I know it. So I should just give myself to him.

  He gives me another lick before moving up my body, coming to press a kiss to my lips. I taste myself on his lips. Is face moves away from mine and the smile on his lips fades and turns into a deep frown as if he just remembered something bad… and then I remember it too.

  “We need to get you down to your cell before breakfast.” He looks away, and at some random spot on the ground like anything else is better than looking into my eyes. “The doctor will get here right after breakfast. They’re going to get you out of the cell one by one and take you to see the doctor. If the doctor clears you, you’ll go back in the cell, if not… well, you don’t have to worry about that.”

  “Okay.” I nod, he pushes off the bed and brings me a pair of sweatpants and for some reason I feel like today might be my last time with him. I don't know why but it feels like it.

  “I’ll come and get you right after dinner, I promise. Don’t fight them kitten, keep your claws to yourself today. They won’t hurt you unless you give them a reason too.”

  I want to tell him he’s lying, they’ll hurt me no matter what, but I don’t.

  Ivan brings me back to the cell just in time for breakfast. Dread sinks deep inside my belly like a ten pound weight as I go back and forth between preparing myself for this checking thing and replaying in my mind what that Yulie guy said.

  What if he still sends somebody for me? Or what if he himself ends up getting to me? I know Ivan said he wouldn’t let him touch me, but how true is that? He doesn’t stand outside my cell door all day. Anyone could come in here and get me at any point and time and he’d never even know.

  I pace the cold floor, unable to sit still. Everyday the auction grows closer, and the fact that I’ll have to leave Ivan and go with someone else sinks in. I’m terrified, of the unknown, of what could happen tomorrow. I want this entire thing to be over...I want to wake up and realize this was nothing more than a nightmare.

  When I hear people in the hallway my steps flaunter and I almost lose it. My heart beats so furiously, my chest starts to ache. My body starts to shake uncontrollably and a cold sweat breaks out over my skin. Male voices meet my ears, then the sound of doors opening, followed by the sound of women crying, and a few screaming.

  The familiar sound of my door unlocking fills the room but I know this time it won’t be Ivan walking in. The door swings open and all air leaves my lungs.

  “Hey bitch, remember me? Big bad Ivan ain’t here to save you this time.” Luca grins at me and I want nothing more than to fight him. I want to run straight into Ivan’s arms all over again.

  “It’s time for you to see the doc... time to see if you are really as innocent as you look.” Moving impossibly fast he grips onto my arm with bruising force.

  “Let go of me.” I snarl, wanting to fight him so badl
y it takes everything in me not too. The only thing that holding me back is remembering Ivan’s words...and I hear his voice in my head. Don’t fight them kitten, keep your claws to yourself.

  “No can do baby. Let’s go, or I’ll drug you and this time I really will do whatever the hell I want to you.” He looks over my body and even though I’m wearing Ivan’s three times to big clothes I feel exposed.

  He pulls me out the cell door and I try not to drag my feet as he leads me down the hallway and into a well lit room on the left side of the hell. There is no door, and no privacy whatsoever. It’s mostly empty besides a examining chair in the center and a small table with medical trays next to it. There's various tools and

  “Strip,” Luca orders and releases me, his dark eyes rake over me, and he licks his lips, most likely enjoying this. “I’m going to get you ready for the doc. Get naked so I can put you on the chair.”

  I glare at him and then at the chair which has knee crutches to spread my legs. I grind my teeth together when I notice the restrains attached to the chair, the last thing I want is to be strapped down naked to a chair with this bastard in the room.

  “Last chance before I get the sedative out and I'll just undress you myself.” He chuckles like he said something funny.

  “No. I’ll do it.” I force my voice to remain calm and start taking my clothes off. I shove Ivan’s sweatpant and boxers down my legs. The cold chill of the air hits my skin, and makes me feel nauseous. I pull the shirt off next trying my best to ignore Luca being in the room all together.

  “Get on the table.” I can hear the excitement in his voice and it’s making me sick beyond disbelief. I walk slowly over to the chair and sit in it with my legs closed.

  “Legs up,” he orders and I put them up one at a time, his eyes move straight to between my legs as soon as they are up in the crutch and I’m completely exposed to him. I close my eyes for a moment fighting back tears. I’ve never felt so dirty in my life. I feel like I could bathe in bleach after this and still not be clean.

  He closes the restrains around my ankles first, slowly making his way upward. Every time his fingers make contact with my skin I cringe as if his touch is tainting me.

  “The things I could do to you…” I try to think of Ivan, of my sister, of what the sun feels like against my skin. Anything but this sick fuck in front of me. My wrists are restrained next and my pulse pounds loudly in my ears.

  “I was kind of hoping you would fight me, but I guess this is nice too.” He moves right between my legs and touches my inner thigh, slowly dragging his finger closer to my center. I swallow back a scream when is only a few inches away from the part that only Ivan every touched when the door swings open and we both look up.

  A gray haired man with glasses walks in carrying a medical bag. “Number 4 in examining room two is ready to go. She isn’t a virgin.” His voice is flat like he couldn’t care less about what’s going to happen to any of us.

  Luca sighs loudly, almost as if he's annoyed “Maybe next time sugar.”

  I watch him walk out the door and into the hall before my eyes move to the man who claims to be a doctor. I just can’t bring myself to see him as such. Doctors are supposed to help people, heal them and make them feel better. This man is doing none of those things. He pulls on a pair of latex gloves not even looking at me.

  “Do you know what they do to the girls after you examine them?”

  He pulls a blood pressure cuff out of his bag and wraps it around my arm ignoring me completely.

  “How can you call yourself a doctor when you do this to women?” I'm angry, livid. He doesn't care, how can he not care?

  He takes my blood pressure before checking my pulse, keeping his face completely void of any kind of emotion. His brown eyes are cold, and lifeless, as he looks over my body.

  His fingers move to the side of my neck, feeling for my lymph nodes before moving down to push on my abdomen.

  I watch him scribble something down on a piece of paper before he pulls out a flashlight. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to shut off my brain and be somewhere else at least mentally as he uses the flashlight to examine my vagina. When I feel him probe my entrance with his finger I try and close my legs, the restraints on my ankles bite into my flesh.

  He doesnt go in far and it doesn't hurt but it’s anything but comfortable. I feel violated by this man who calls himself a doctor.

  Once done he cleans my arm with some sterile wipes. His movements are slow, but accurate. He doesn't hesitate, or miss a beat which isn't surprising since I’m sure he does this all the time. The strong smell of disinfectant tickles my nostrils and my stomach starts doing somersaults when I feel the prick of a needle enter my arm. I look down and watch the vile fill with my blood.

  “What are you going to do with that?” I gesture toward the vile.

  “Don't worry about what I'm doing. I'm the least of your worries here. Shut up and stop asking questions.” He takes the vile from my arm and removes the needle before packing up everything and walking out of the room.

  As if Luca was waiting outside the door, he walks in seconds after the doctor walks out. He undoes the restraints, not even looking at me before he jerks me off the table by my arm.

  I barely get a chance to grab my clothing from the floor before he's pulling me down the hall and back towards my cell. He pushes me inside and slams the door shut behind me. When I hear the lock click I exhale a breath I wasn’t even aware I was holding in and just stand there for a moment thankful that this is over.

  I get one of my panties from the bathroom and pull them on before I slip back into Ivan’s sweatpants and shirt. Taking my normal seat in the center of the mattress, I wrap my arms around myself and wait. I listen to more doors open and closing, voices, cries and screams for a while before the hallway returns to its normal silent state.

  Unable to tell how much time has past, I sit, waiting. I wish I had a watch then at least I then would have an idea on when it's close to dinner time.

  All I can think of is Ivan and how he made me feel last night and this morning. I close my eyes and see his face. Lifting the shirt I’m wearing to my nose, I take in his lingering scent, and imagine him being here, sitting next to me.

  My daydream comes to an abrupt halt when I hear footsteps approaching. The sound of jingling keys fills the room, and then my door is being unlocked. Im jittery with excitement, Ivan must have decided to come early. I almost jump up in glee but then the door opens and instead of happiness I feel pure terror.

  A man I’ve never seen before walks in and one look at the evil grin on his face and my blood turns to ice. I scoot back to the end of the mattress until my back hits the wall. I realize then that I've backed myself into a corner and there is no where else for me to go.

  “I was really hoping you wouldn't pass the test so I wouldn't have to pay for you. Turns out I’ll just be changing the info on the docs paperwork.” When I hear his voice I know exactly who he is.

  Yulie.

  Everything inside me is telling me to run, but it wouldn't matter. It won't change what's going to happen.

  “Please... don’t do this.” I beg even though I know a man like him is not going to listen. His eyes light up with unbridled desire when my plea meets his ears. He undoes his belt buckle and pulls his belt out with one tug.

  “My plaything broke a few days ago so I have some pent up aggression … and you are going to help me loosen up.” My chest heaves but I can’t get any air into my lungs.

  I look up at him unable to move as I watch in horror as he swings the belt in the air, the leather lands against my face before I have a chance to move my arms to protect myself.

  Pain explodes across the left side of my face and a scream rips from my throat. I manage to bring my arms up to my face before he strikes me again, this time hitting me across my shoulder.

  I turn away from him as much as I can and the next one comes down on my back… then another and another. My skin is throbbing, and
tears slip down my cold cheeks.

  He stops for a brief moment, just long enough to rip the shirt off my body. I try and move away from him but I'm in so much pain, I know I wouldn't be able to fight him.

  “Your skin looks beautiful covered in my marks.” His words drip with venom.

  As I lay in the fetal position, naked from the waist up, he continues whipping me with the belt. I lose count of how many times he’s hit me, each strike hurting more than the next. I try to hold the pain in, biting the inside of my cheek until I taste blood. Then, as if someone heard my silent prayer Yulie stops.

  “What are you doing here?” Yulie growls and that’s when I realize that someone else has entered the room. I twist just enough so I can look over my shoulder. Ivan is standing right behind Yulie and he is holding the end of the belt in his hand.

  I look up to meet his eyes but what I find looking back at me is not Ivan… it’s a wild animal about to go in for the kill.

  Chapter Nine

  Ivan

  Every fiber of my body vibrated in anger. Fury like I’ve never felt before consumes me as I look at Violet’s body huddled on the mattress. Ugly welts maring her beautiful skin. I promised her I wouldn't let anyone hurt her and I failed. I failed her just like I failed my sister.

  I feel something inside me snap. All thoughts but one leave my mind. One single thought that digs its claws deep into my skin.

  Kill.

  I pull the belt from Yulie’s hand with one quick pull.

  “What the fuck Iv…” Before he has time to turn and face me, or even finish saying anything I have it slung around his neck. His hands grip onto the belt trying to loosen it but I already have it tightened. Lifting my foot I kick him in the lower back and he falls to the floor with a grunt.