Page 2 of Abducted By the Mafia Don

“Oh no you don’t.” Boris grabs me up by my hair, and I scream as they shove me against the brick wall, knocking the breath out of me. The rough surface tears at my skin.

I fight. I kick and slap, but there are three of them, and they’re still men, even though they’re not brawny. I’m thrashing, but there’s nothing I can do.

Fear courses through me painfully. Not the good sort of pain. The sharp, jagged kind that shrivels and dries and cracks. I’m brittle, and crying, shouting incoherently and kicking out.

Within seconds I’m on the ground, all four of my limbs held, the backs of my bare legs in the grit of the tarmac.

Desperately, I look up and down the alleyway. No one is coming. I’m alone.

“Little whore is a fighter,” George says, eyes gleaming. He pulls a knife from his back pocket and the blade mirrors the sickly orange street-light and his pink shirt.

“I’m not a whore,” I whisper. I’m trembling, and my voice is stronger than I expect. “I’ve never even been kissed.” Maybe I can get them to feel sorry for me.

“She’s never been kissed, boys,” Lance sneers. “Virgin too, like a proper Essex girl. Stupid bitch is going to get us all smeared in blood by the end of the night.”

They all chuckle.

Tears seep from my eyes.

I’m such an idiot. I should have known this would go bad.

“Let’s have a look at you…” George says, pressing the blade to my breast.

“Please don’t,” I sob out.

George rolls his eyes and the strap of my dress slices through. He grabs the swell of it, and I recoil.

“No. No. Help!” I shout, but I know no one is going to. I don’t even have a dad who would avenge or get angry about what’s about to happen. It’s just me and my grandmother.

“No, no, don’t,” Boris mimics as he shoves my hips painfully down, and rips my skirt up.

“Let me go. No!”

“Hold her,” says Lance. “Shut up you stupid bitch, or it’ll be less important that you get to our father in one piece.”

I scream louder, because he’ll be worse. The father will be worse.

“Get her gag, Boris.” He’s undoing his trousers. “And open her legs. I’m having my due?—”

“Stop.” The deep voice of a man cuts through the chaos.

George glances over his shoulder with a sneer. “Mind your own business.”

A terrified noise continues to come from my mouth. They don’t let go.

“Touch her and die.” The dark menace of the man in the shadow’s statement reverberates through me despite everything. He’s all causal power, and I’m silenced by it somehow.

Like this man could tell the earth to stop spinning, and it would.

My assailants don’t feel the same.

Lance snorts, and turns back to me, taking his pasty, skinny length in hand. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen this part of a man, and even through my terror, I’m not impressed.

Women get excited aboutthat?

The noise is subtle. The release from my leg doesn’t register initially, only the spray of warm liquid.

“Shit!” Then a gurgle, and Boris slumps on top of me.