Chapter 5

KIERRA'S POV

Brad scoffed. “Remember, I'm supposed to finish you off if you don't go through with it.”

“If you decide to balk, you're not walking out of here alive.” Brad said, but his eyes remained on me as he stood.

I gasped, realising he was way taller than I thought he would be.

I took in his ripped body that was so visible through the black shirt he is wearing and I slapped myself mentally.

He looked at me like he knew exactly what I was thinking, he gave me a smile one would give a whore.

“Don't worry, you'll get a better look when I'm fucking you later.” He said and with that, he left the room.

All the blood drained from my face as I turned to stare at Peter. “What is he talking about? Are you two going to rape me?” I asked, in alarm.

Peter avoided my eyes, confirming my worst fears and I burst into tears.

Suddenly, Peter was by my side, trying to calm me down. “Get away from me!” I screamed at him and he recoiled, taking staggering steps away from me.

He started to pace the room, a crazy look in his eyes as tears started to fall down his face.

“I'm so sorry, this is all my fault, Princessa. I had no idea they were watching me.”

“I had no idea. We were just supposed to be here for a few weeks.”

“We were undercover because we wanted to nab an enemy of our family hiding in this area.”

“But then I moved in next door to you and I saw you and the winds got knocked right out of my sail. I was fucked up…hard.”

“I fell so fucking hard for you. It was painful to look at you without claiming you, considering our family background and our long history of violence.”

“I was used to getting any girl I wanted. I'm a rapist, a fucked up person, but when I met you, I wanted things to be different.”

“I was so stupid…I got carried away, I allowed myself to dream. I forgot what kind of family I come from.”

“My parents noticed I was stalling after we killed the bastard, I kept coming up with excuses not to go back home.”

“They put Brad on me, the bastard has always been jealous of me because I'm the rightful one to take over the Mafia someday.”

“He found out I was in love with you. I should have known…my parents were going to force us to go back home, but I refused.”

“I should have just gone with them. Until they overheard our conversation, when you said you didn't want to be friends anymore.”

“They would have had Brad kill you anyway. He's a monster, he's a psychopath.”

“I knew he would rape and torture you and do all sort of things to you, so I said I'll kill you instead, but they still made him come to make sure I finished the job.”

“That's what happens when you fall in love in our family. The person has to die.” He suddenly stopped his frantic movements and he ended his story.

I was in tears already, cursing the day I met Peter.

My parents were tied up in the room right now, awaiting their death because of me, if Brad fucking Brad hadn’t killed them already.

I cried out, sobbing uncontrollably. When I looked up through blurry eyes, I saw him staring sadly at me. “Just kill me already, get it over with.” I yelled at him.

He just stood there staring at me. “Oh, what's wrong? You're so in love with me you can't do it? Well, get Brad to do it, then.” I paused as something dawned on me.

I froze, panic filling my heart, as I shook my head.

“No…I whispered, “You know I'm a virgin, Peter.” I murmured brokenly.

A broken sob escaped him as I stared up at him. I could feel his pain from where I was tied up but I forced myself not to feel sorry for him.

If he truly loved me, he would have left me alone. He would have left when they made him.

“I'll be gentle. Let's get this over with. I don't want you to suffer.” He said, his face suddenly expressionless.

He stalked towards me and without warning, smacked his lips down on mine.

I gasped in shock and that is all the entrance he needed and he brutally kissed me.

I sobbed and just as suddenly, he turned gentle. I let him kiss me, my eyes opened, and tears fell down my eyes.

When he pulled away, he smiled sadly down at me. “I'm sorry.” He whispered.

He then proceeded to untie and carry me to the couch where he proceeded to rape me in a nice way, if that made any sense at all.

Hours later, I lay curled up on the sofa sobbing silently.

My hands were tied behind my back and my legs tied up together.