I shake my head. “I would rather die than hand a child to you.”
He smiles. “And you will as soon as I get my child.”
Fear starts to close my throat. “You’re pathetic, can you hear yourself? Can you hear how fucked up you are?” I shake my head. “I don’t know an Antonio and I’m as sure as shit not going to marry one,” I snap.
“Antonio,” he calls.
A man steps back from the shadows and I step back. Tall dark and European, his black eyes scan me up and down.
“Meet your new wife, my son.” My father smiles.
He smiles darkly and walks up to me. I feel his breath on my face. He smells like cigars and whiskey. “Very nice.” His eyes drop to my breasts as if I’m his next piece of meat, and he picks up my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Roshina.”
I frown as the air leaves my lungs.
He bends and kisses the back of my hand and I’m no longer able to hold it as I slap his face hard. The sound echoes through the space and his head turns with the sting of the slap.
He steps forward and puts his hand around my neck in a chokehold. “You will learn your place,” he whispers as his hand squeezes hard.
“The hell I will,” I whisper back.
I snap his hand away and turn to my father. “You are insane. You have killed so many innocent people. You killed your own wife!” I scream. I shake my head as tears threaten to fall. “What kind of fucking animal are you?” I whisper.
My father lifts his head. “One that gets his own way.”
I turn back to Antonio. He’s huge. He doesn’t need a gun and I know he must be pure evil to hold such esteem in my father’s eyes.
“Here is how it’s going to go.” Antonio smiles. “We have a minister that is going to marry us today.”
I frown.
“And I will be taking my marital rights immediately.” He smiles as he licks his bottom lip. “Repeatedly.” His eyes meet my father’s and they exchange some kind of sick smile of acknowledgement.
I shake my head quickly. “No. I won’t.”
He grabs my face and squeezes it hard. “Oh yes…you will.” He smiles. “And you will enjoy it.” He leans forward and licks my face. “I will make sure of it,” he whispers as he nips my cheek hard between his teeth
My heartbeat starts to sound in my ears. I’ve got to get out of here.
I push him away from me. “Go to Hell.”
I turn to the men guarding the door. “Is this the kind of men you want to work for?” I scream.
The men stay silent, I need one of them to cross sides to try and help me.
“A man that arranges the rape of his own daughter?” I cry.
The man closest to the door drops his head slightly, and I know he is my target.
The roof creaks again and our eyes all fly up above. Who is up there?
“Put her in the car,” Antonio demands.
Two of the men step forward and I back away from them. One comes forward and I punch him as hard as I can in the face. He falls back. I turn and round kick the other man, and he staggers back allowing me to try and grab the gun.
“We have your boyfriend,” my father announces.
I stop dead in my tracks.