Dirty Revenge (Dirty 3)

I nod. “I thought so. You said my name. Was what happened yesterday that bad, you had a nightmare about it?”

She cocks her head to her side and opens her eyes wide like I’m crazy. Her hand drums up and down her smooth stomach while she waits for me to realize my mistake. I have no idea what mistake I could have made.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I feel anger again. She doesn’t have to tell me anything, but I want to know everything. I want her to trust me with her everything. I haven’t earned it, but that is what I’m used to. We will have to talk later.

“I didn’t have a nightmare about last night. Last night was well…last night was pretty great. I had a nightmare about when you came to Dante’s.”

I frown, not understanding. “I thought when I killed those men in front of you, I didn’t upset you?”

“You didn’t.”

“Then, what the hell are you talking about? The only time I’ve been to Dante’s in the last month was to kill his men and install the security system. I didn’t see you when I installed the security system.”

“I’m talking about when you fucking raped me, you asshole!”

Tears, so many tears, flow down her cheeks. She’s pissed and angry and hurt. But I still don’t have a damn clue what she’s talking about.

I can’t stand women crying. It might be one of my biggest weaknesses. I reach my thumb up to her cheek, to brush the tears away, so I can focus on this psychotic conversation, but she slaps my hand away.

“Don’t touch me.”

I jerk my hand back and rub my neck, while staring at her, forcing my eyes to stay on her face instead of perky breasts like my cock wants.

“I don’t understand. I’ve never raped you, Gia. I think I would remember raping a woman like you. The only time I’ve fucked you was last night.”

“No, you raped me. It was one of the worst ones,” her voice trembles as she speaks.

“Tell me,” I say, hoping her telling me her nightmare, which is most likely just that: a nightmare she dreamed up.

“Dante said he had a surprise for me. Five of his closest friends he owed. Each would get a turn with me. You were first.”

She stops, pausing as her eyes shut. She’s remembering. And it chills my heart knowing her words are true, even if I’m not the one who committed the crime.

“I was on the bed, spread wide for you. I was cold and warm at the same time. You looked so calm and collected. You wanted me, and I would have given myself to you if you asked. You had saved me.”

I bite my lip. Her story can’t be true if I had already saved her.

She grasps the end of her long dark hair and twists the strands together in her fingers. “You were my fantasy. My last hope at freedom. When I ran into you that day in the street, I thought you were hot. And somehow your face and body were what I imagined every day when Dante was fucking me. Any chance I could, I pretended he was you. I dreamed about fucking you, instead of him. I fantasized about you coming to save me.”

She sucks in a breath that rattles in her throat through her shaky tears. “But then you were there. You were as bad as Dante. You weren’t my savior anymore. You wanted to rape me.”

“Gia, I—”

“No, let me finish.”

I close my mouth.

“You settled your body between my wide, open legs. I couldn’t move, I was so badly beaten. You kicked me rougher than Dante ever had. And then, just before you entered me, you realized you couldn’t have me watch. You couldn’t let me watch you hurt me. So you knocked me out.”

I bite my lip to keep from talking. This is her time to talk, not mine. I will have a chance to tell my story.

“And as I was slipping into unconsciousness, you started raping me. I didn’t even wake up until after the four other men had violated me. The only way I even knew that it had happened was because of the soreness and cum that ke

pt dripping out of me. The additional bruises that my body earned, even though I was knocked out.”

The green in her eyes turns red as she spits her words at me. “You may have thought you were compassionate. But not being awake, not being able to fight, not knowing who has violated my body, is worse than knowing. You are nothing but a coward!” Her voice breaks.

I want to hold her, comfort her, but she doesn’t want that. She doesn’t need that. She is fully capable of taking care of herself. And me holding her, would only make things worse. But I need the comfort. I have to wait to get it though.