Mafias revenge, p.1
Mafias Revenge, page 1
Contents
Trigger Warning
1. Selene
2. Viktor
3. Frank
4. Selene
5. Godfrey
6. Selene
7. Sasha
8. Frank
9. Viktor
10. Selene
11. Selene
12. Godfrey
13. Sasha
14. Selene
15. Selene
16. Selene
17. Victor
18. Selene
19. Selena
20. Selene
21. Selene
22. selene
Epilogue
Author’s Note
About the Author
Also by Darcy
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Lethal Beauty & Smoking Steel: Mafias Revenge
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Trigger Warning
As repeated from the other books in this series: There is violence, crime, explicit language, and sexual activities. This book is a little dark than the other two (emotionally), so expect to possibly cry or feel some type of way. HEA and RH is the theme here.
Selene
"We're losing her again! Charge the AED! Give me another milliliter of epi stat! Sven, call the hospital and make sure they have two units of O negative ready!" The man frantically yelling orders to his partners stands above me with his silhouette blocking the bright white light. His fingers run over my neck and press on my carotid artery. As darkness swarms me, I feel the crushing weight of another round of CPR.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
"We got her back! Pulse rate is one hundred and three, blood pressure is fifty-six over thirty-eight. She needs that transfusion like now." The feeling of my eyes being pried open and a bright light shining in them makes me groan, and I try to turn away. "Selene, you are going to be okay. Just stay with me, okay?"
No, it's not okay. Everything hurts, and all I want to do is scream from the pain, but I can't. It's taking everything in me to continue breathing. With each breath, I have to fight to drag it in. My heart is beating like a hummingbird with a broken wing—frantic and uneven. I start to close my eyes to block out the blinding white light, but as soon as my lids close, my savior begins to rub on my chest vigorously. My eyelids feel like they are being weighed down. When I finally get them open again, there's a loud pop, and all the noise suddenly disappears. In its place is a high-pitched ringing, and the man is staring down at me. I can see his mouth moving as if he’s yelling, but I can't hear him over the noise.
I try shaking my head to let him know that I can't understand him, but as I do, everything starts going limp, and the darkness closes in. Coldness is slowly spreading from my toes up my body and when someone stabs me with a needle, a sudden rush of ice fills my veins. Finally, I hear someone shouting and my name being called over the ringing in my ears. With all the effort I can manage, and with some help from the bouncing ambulance, I turn towards the source. My savior. Through my hazy vision, I take in the chaos around me. Blood coats the man in front of me and medical supply wrappers litter the cabinet. I start to drag my eyes higher, but something blocks my view. Not wanting to fight it, I let my eyes close and succumb to the darkness.
Everything is nearly black when something grabs my arm and shakes me. When I force my eyes open this time, I see Frank staring at me on the screen from the phone someone is holding in front of me. "Princess, I need you to hang in there for us—for me. I know it's hard and everything hurts but according to Taylor, you're almost to the hospital. I need you to promise me you will fight."
Hearing the terror in his voice, tears start to spill down my cheeks. Never in the ten years that I've known him has he ever sounded like that and to hear it for the first time nearly breaks me. Sucking in a deep breath, I force my eyes open a bit more and lock eyes with Frank. "I promise." My words are nothing more than a low mumble, but I mean them. I'm barely in control of my body right now, but I will do what I can to keep my promise.
"I’m going to marry you when you get out of the hospital. I love you, Selene. Don't forget that!" Taylor, previously known as my savior, pulls the phone away and cuts Frank off before he can say anything else.
"We just arrived, I'll keep you updated." Standing from his seat, he shoves his phone into his pocket and bends over me. When his fingers rest on my carotid artery once more, he pauses, and then his lips thin. "Selene, it's going to be bumpy and loud when they pull you out of here. Just remember, you need to keep fighting." Right on cue, the back ambulance doors fly open, and the stretcher they have me on begins to move.
Taylor's face disappears and in his place are three other people wearing masks and holding IV bags of clear fluid. Beyond them, I can hear the chatter of frantic voices and people barking out commands. The stretcher they have me on bounces as we enter the hospital, causing pain to shoot through my body and a tear falls with every jostling movement. If there's pain, that means I'm alive, and staying alive is all I want right now. I need to keep my promise to Frank and the rest of my guys.
The stretcher finally comes to a stop in a room with gizmos scattered in every corner and more people than I can count. Needing to block out the bright fluorescent lighting, I close my eyes, and the pressure on my chest starts to build again. Voices demand for me to keep my eyes open, but I can't. Nothing in me wants to work as it should and it causes my heart to stutter with the lack of oxygen. I don’t have any strength left in me to fight. I promised Frank I would fight, but I can't. This is one promise that I can't keep.
* * *
When my eyes open this time, I’m in a room that reminds me of the void—a dark abyss of emptiness. The only light is above me and it’s nearly blinding, causing me to throw my arm up over my eyes. Slowly, I sit up and look down at myself. Instead of the horrid hospital gown, I’m stark naked with my scarred skin exposed to the open. The machines that cluttered the room are gone, and there are no wires or tubes coming out of me.
I try to scream, but when it comes out, it’s instantly swallowed by the abyss. Shakily, I start to climb off the bed but in the blink of an eye, my men are surrounding all sides of the hospital bed. Pure fucking joy and a sense of relief fills me at the sight. Jumping off the bed, I leap into Joe’s arms but instead of catching me, I fly right through him. Throwing my hands out, I catch myself from falling face-first into the ground. Confused, I peer over my shoulder and see them still staring at the bed . . . with me still in it.
Scrambling to my feet, I stumble back over to the bed in disbelief. What the fuck is going on? Am I having an out-of-body experience? No . . . am I dead? Shaking my head, I step in front of Joe again and wave my hands wildly. “JOE! It’s me, Selene, look at me please!” Getting no reaction from him, I move in front of Frank and then Godfrey, Jaime, and Viktor. Frustrated, I start to beat on their chests only to have my fists fly right through them.
Viktor’s soothing voice sounds, but what comes out cuts me to the core. “Ain’t no use in keeping her around now. She can’t be arm candy looking like that, all mangled and deformed.” Looking down at my scar, I jump and scramble backward. Instead of a healed red line, it’s open with red ooze and maggots wiggling around. I try to scream, but my mouth won’t open. My hands fly to my mouth, finding it sewn shut with wire. No matter how much I pull or pry, the wire won’t budge.
“Let’s not forget she doesn’t know how to run shit, and she’s only going to burn Dominik’s empire to the fucking ground.” Hearing Frank’s gruff tone draws my focus to him. His hands clench and ball into fists, turning them white. Ignoring the searing pain radiating from my stomach, I move to where Frank is standing and look into his eyes, hoping to find a clue that his words are only a cruel joke.
Scoffing, Joe kicks the leg of the hospital bed and
tucks his hands into his front pockets. “Shit, it’s already halfway there. If Dom was alive or one of us was in charge, Giovanni Moretti would’ve been dead the second he stepped foot into our territory. Now we have a destroyed diner, security detail that’s compromised, and the law biting us in the ass.” Joe’s words are like a punch in the gut forcing the air to leave my lungs. Stunned, I stumble out
“All Selene did was whine and complain like a fucking child. Who the hell gets depressed about someone cutting your hair off? She’s pathetic. It’s a good thing those fucking thots we got as escorts are loyal to us instead of her. I’ve had a constant line of good ass grown pussy while she’s been busy with y’all.” All of their words hurt, but Godfrey’s admission hits me right in the heart. Everything inside of me shatters, leaving me empty and alone.
I look to Jaime in hopes that he will defend me, but instead, he grabs the pillow from under my body’s head and holds it up. “I can end all of our problems right here, right now. I’m sure I can find and exploit some dirt on one of the doctors or morticians.”
Everyone turns to Frank for an answer. It only takes him a second, and with a nod of his head, he says, “Do it. Make sure you have a cover story for this. We got enough shit on us as it is.” Nodding, Jaime places the pillow over my face and presses down.
As if he is actually suffocating me, I start to lose air. Breathing is becoming harder and harder, and my lungs start to fill with fluid as if I’m drowning in a pool. In an instant, the darkroom I was in is gone, and in its place is inky black water. My lungs start to burn from the lack of oxygen, so I start to kick to get to the surface, but instead of getting closer to the light, it’s only getting darker and darker.
Frantic, I look to see what is holding me down. What I find makes me gasp and suck in the frigid water. Holding onto my right ankle is a nearly decomposed Dominik. His vile glare sends chills through my body and as we descend deeper into the nothingness, he starts to climb up my frame, which pushes me further down. No matter how much I kick or struggle, he doesn’t let go.
Bombs of white light start to go off around us and give enough light for me to see the silhouettes of the monsters lurking in the distance. I take in some of the shapes. My eyes widen, and the urge to swim faster and harder overtakes me, but in order to do that, I need to get rid of Dominik’s dead weight first.
It takes a lot of force and thrashing, but I finally get one leg free, allowing me to kick Dom off of me. I instantly regret my decision because as soon as he starts to sink, a gnarly white scaled monster with needles sticking out of it devours him. Finally free, I don’t hesitate to swim with all my might. I’m not sure how much longer I can go without air, and the pressure on my lungs increases with every passing second.
The light is finally getting closer, but every muscle in my body freezes before I can reach the surface. My lungs finally collapse and with one final attempt, I force my arm out, reaching for the light. Slowly my body begins to drift down into the darkness. The bombs of white light continue to explode, but they’re brighter than before. The darkness has nearly swallowed me whole when someone from the surface dives into the murky water. Through waterlogged eyes, I watch as the figure swims closer and closer. Just before the darkness takes me completely, the figure grabs my hand and starts to pull us both towards the light.
When we break through the water, hurricane-like winds blow at me and fill my lungs with the purest air that I’ve ever gotten to inhale. Blinking away the residual water, I take in the new scenery. Instead of a desolate beach or anything near water, I see nothing but blazing red rose petals covering the ground. Sitting up, I search for my savior, but find no one.
Looking down, I check my scar and see that it’s gone. Puzzled, I run my fingers over where the pink puckering skin should be, only to feel my normal baby soft skin. Extending my arms, I look for my old track marks and other scars, but they’re gone as well. Slowly, I rise from the ground onto unsteady legs and take a better look at the new hell I was sent to. Except, this hell is beautiful. Rose petals cover every inch of the ground and are thick enough to feel as if I'm walking on clouds. When I look up, there aren’t any clouds in the sky, instead, it’s just the purest white. Red and white, that’s all I see and even with its beauty, I have an eerie feeling that beneath the beauty, something dark lurks.
A gentle breeze blows, tousling my wavy locks. Instead of the turquoise that I’ve come accustomed to over the years, it’s now my natural golden blonde. Reaching out, I grab a lock and bring it closer to my face to admire.
“I thought I lost you forever.” Startled, I drop my hair and spin to face the owner of the very familiar voice.
“Sasha. It was you? The person who saved me?”
Dipping his head, he steps closer to me and
fingers one of my golden curls. “I will always be there to save you, my dove.”
“But why? We barely know each other, and I’ve been nothing but a tease to you.”
Chuckling, he drops his hand and looks up at me. His swirling blue eyes glow under the bright white of the sky and when they connect with mine, a wave of pure love fills me. “All the more reason to save you. So you see, I’ve loved you since you bounced into Dominik’s meeting room with your blue hair all those years ago. Call it ‘love at first sight,’ if you will.”
“I—I don't know what to say, Sasha.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I turn from him and look out into the field. “After the hell I've been through, I don't think I can ever believe that someone means it when they utter those words .”
Warm, smooth hands glide over my arms and wrap over the top of them. “I will never hurt you, my dove. You are the sun to my moon, the air to my lungs, and the stars to my night sky. Selene, you are my everything, and all the moves I make in the organization are for you.”
“I want to believe you, Sasha, I really do. Ever since my first weapons deal with you, I’ve felt a connection and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t ignore it.” Pushing out of his arms, I turn to look at him once again. “I’m broken, Sasha. I’m riddled with dark memories and a horrid past. I was dumb to think they would love me, and I should have known that it was all too good to be true. Hell, there’s no way five men could love a broken ex-druggie who was a fucking escort.”
Dropping his arms, Sasha looks at me as if there was a list of wrong things to say, and I somehow managed to say them all. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, Selene. I tried, I really did.” Confused, I start to step towards him, but once again, I can’t move.
Vines begin to twist around my ankles and shoot out of the ground to wrap around me. Suddenly, I’m yanked to the ground before I even have a chance to wipe them away. “Sasha, help me! Please, I beg you!”
“I tried, my little dove.” With the vines already covering my eyes, I can't see where Sasha is, but he sounds so far away and so broken.
My screams are cut off as the vines wrap around my throat and constrict. Underneath the pressure, I can hear my ribs cracking, and my legs snap in half. The pain is unbearable, and all I want to do is die. I want the nightmare to end! I want to be home, in my own bed, locked away from the rest of the vile world!
“God, please just take me!” My mental shout is the last thing to cross my mind before everything is lost to the darkness.
Viktor
It’s been so many hours. They should have called us by now. Something must have gone wrong. Selene better be okay. I swear if one of these doctors fucked up, they are going to pay. My thoughts are running wild when the sound of a nurse calling a name breaks through my inner turmoil. As a group, we collectively jump from our chairs. “What was the name?”
The nurse’s eyes widen when the four of us jump to our feet. Clearing her throat, she repeats herself. “Romanov.”
Anticipation swells inside of me, and the closer I get to her, the more I can't handle it. “Is she alive?” I can hear the other guys sucking in deep breaths as they wait for the answer. I guess I’m not the only one who needs to know.
