CHAPTER 31
Anna
I’m lying in my bed or my rats nest, trying to go to sleep. It’s been three or four days since I’ve seen Marco. I wouldn’t mind if another three or four went past.
It’s really hard to relax tonight, trying to get my mind to shut up so I can sleep. I’m still handcuffed on the left-hand side. Marco said that it was so I can move around a little bit better, but in all honesty, it’s so he can position me where he wants.
Sometime in the early morning, I finally drift off to sleep. I’m shocked awake by hands moving all over my body.
It’s one of Marco’s guards, he smells of BO, cigarettes and whiskey. None of the other guards are around. It’s usually quiet during the night. But if I don’t want to get raped by the guy, I’m going to have to get away by myself. He’s got to know that he can’t touch me. “Marco will kill you for this,” I say as I smack his hands away from pinching my nipples.
The guy stops and looks down at me, “how will he ever know?” He slurs his words. A fucking drunk, great.
I quickly reach my right arm out and try to grab hold of his balls. He dodges, his hands shoot straight out towards my boob. His fingers squeeze my nipple, twisting and turning.
I scream out in pain, trying to get away from him. The guy freaks out and tells me to shut the fuck up as he covers my mouth. This makes him move closer to me, he’s distracted.
I do a move that I’ve never done before. This is one that my father told me. When you’re in deep shit and you can’t do anything else. I take my fingers and poke the guard in the eye as hard as I can.
He screams, “bitch.” He never moves away from me. My fist quickly flies up as I punch him hard in the neck. I’ve done a lot of neck shots, but this is the hardest I’ve ever hit someone.
Maybe I did it hard because I’m mad, or maybe I’m just hoping he dies. He falls like a lump on his side next to the bed. His breathing is very slow and shallow, his eyes are wide.
I’m about ready to scream but then it hits me. I lean over the bedding and quickly check everywhere I can reach with my right hand. I’m in a very awkward position seeing how he’s lying on the left side on the floor.
I don’t find keys that will get me out of here, but I do find a cell phone. I can hear men running down the hall, they must’ve heard me scream earlier.
I ease myself back on the bed and quickly push the phone into a hole in the mattress I found when I first arrived. Then, I look as scared as I possibly can. I am scared but I want to look more frightened, not like I’m up to something.
The door slams open as three guards and Marco make their way inside. They all come to a stop right next to the guard on the floor and watch as he gasps for breath.
Marco’s eyes pinch closed then they open wide. He can see from how I look and how that guy looks what was going on. He quickly works his way over to me and places my head in his hands looking directly in my eyes. “He fuck you?” Of course, he would only be worried about that.
I shake my head no, Marco still believes I’m a virgin. His thoughts will remain that way until he finds out the truth on our wedding night, hopefully I’ll be gone by then.
Marco quickly checks me over and covers my body with a blanket. Even though he likes me to be naked, he doesn’t like his guys to see me this way.
He moves back over to the guard on the floor and kicks him really hard in the head. “Fucking bitch.” Marco turns his attention on the other three guards. “Get rid of him. And make sure it gets out that if anybody touches what’s mine, they will be killed, too.”
I lean my head down and smile as the guards quickly drag the man out of the room. He’s won’t be able to tell anyone what I have. Marco strips and lays right beside me pulling my body close to his.
He covers us with a blanket as he whispers, “sleep baby. I’ll protect you from here on out, nobody can come near this fine ass again.”
He drifts off almost instantly. I guess he thought his words of encouragement would make me feel safe and loved. Too bad he’s wrong. The only thing that will make me feel safe is if I’m back in Maxim’s bed.
I stare at the far end of the mattress on the other side of Marco. Tonight, I need to try to be able to keep him as close to me as possible. On this flimsy, thin mattress, if he rolls over he’s gonna know something’s in there.
I swallow back the gag as I snuggle up to him. Marco sighs in pleasure as his arms wrap around me pulling me close. “We are meant to be. We fit perfectly together.” He whispers in my ear.
I start thinking of ways to get even. Maybe I could get a strap on and rape him. I would love to cut off his tongue and his dick, then force feed it to him.
I try to relax myself before I tense up. I can feel the nerves on high alert. I think of how I could destroy him. Hoping this would make me feel better, but it’s just pissing me off more.
Marco follows his normal routine, his hand squeezes my boob as his head lays on my shoulder.
The lights already coming in through the windows showing that it’s morning. It doesn’t take me long to fall back asleep, even though I’m in the arms of a psycho. I am physically and mentally drained.
I smile to myself that maybe later on today I’ll be able to get a message to Maxim or Jax. I just hope that the phone isn’t password-protected. That guy seems like an idiot who doesn’t care. I have a feeling it’s unlocked.
I shift myself a little ways away from Marco, but I’m still lying next to him. Even though I don’t want him to find the phone in the mattress, I can’t even for my sanity pretend we’re a couple.
After a few more hours awake with the blanket neatly tucked around me again, I drift off to sleep. I’m pretty sure the smile stays on my face all night. I just have to make it one more day.