***LONDON’S POV***
I am freaking out. Fuck! They are going to take me to jail and all of my family is witnessing it firsthand.
Fear mixed with adrenaline causes me to look at Zane and his eyes tell a story I cannot explain.
“I am getting you out of there before the night ends, little girl,” he says as my ass is being hauled out of the mansion.
The search party in the house stops and everyone withdraws as they start entering their vans.
“Be careful with your her, we don’t want you bumping it,” an officer says as I sit my ass inside the car, my chest pounding hard against my rib cage.
“Keep five men here, no one leaves that living room for another hour and if they resist order, you open fire to warn them off,” Sheriff Bianco burst out.
His crew answers and with a final look, he jumps into the car, taking me away.
I am not familiar with Sicily’s law enforcement but the calls passing through the speaker make the air in my lungs catch a few times.
“Take me home,” I say fiercely, but the rebellious streak in my voice is gone.
“You should have thought of your freedom when you attacked me, bitch,” Bianco spits as he rolls towards the main street.
The ride is a long one, I lose focus on the streets and the turns until I see an unfamiliar building with the words “HEADQUARTERS” on it.
A police headquarters? Fuck! I am in a lot of trouble then.
Sheriff Bianco parks the car and then, orders his men to bring me out. Inside the building, Sheriff Bianco leads the way to an elevator that takes me to the sixth floor of the building.
He drags me into a dark room with no lights in it because all the blinds are drawn down.
“Your new home, London. Make yourself comfortable,” he bites out, his voice a rich chuckle before he puts me on a chair, where a bureau table is, then, he stomps away cackling all the way.
My hands are behind my back and are starting to tire, I think I want to pee and I am thirsty. My body is exhausted and I want to relax but I just can’t.
Tears hit the back of my eyes but I blink them quickly. It does nothing to help, but I know I have to keep them open. Trying and failing, I fall into sleep.
I haven’t slept for up to fifteen minutes when the door bangs open and two men walk in.
“No sleep here when you are a criminal,” a voice spits out and the fucking sound of anger flashes in it.
Thick, that is when I know the person is pained, his voice sounds more like heartbreak and anything.
Flustering my eyes, I notice Sheriff Bianco in front and a man in a black cloak and a dark hat walks towards me.
“Are you going to free me?” I ask sarcastically, but a tinge of hope lines the sound of my voice.
The men stare at one another before bursting out into thick gulps of laughter, annoying me even further.
“You are here under investigation, London. Now, why don’t I start by introducing myself and we get to the main deal, huh?” he demands looking at Sheriff Bianco.
I might not have seen my share of dirty cops but from the documentaries I have watched and my husband’s field of work, I know that these cops are not the ones.
“I need my lawyer,” I spit out refusing to say anything else.
The man in the black cloak moves until he is standing in front of my desk, his eyes hooded by something I can’t keep a hold of. Leaning until his breath is an inch away from my face, he speaks.
“I am Inspector Mario and you are my next job for the next couple of weeks. We could end this shit show and you return to your house if you tell us what exactly we want to hear,” he speaks out.
Drawing my words slowly, I ask, “And what is that?”
A smile creases the corners of Inspector Mario’s lips.
“You collaborate with me to prove that your husband and his family are guilty over the number of charges being laid on them,” he explains.
I knew then that they had no chance of bringing Zane down because they have no proof, so why the fuck am I here?
For questioning.
I close my eyes as I feel the wind of disgust piles through me. These men know shit about the Vincenzos and they think I can be a mirror to their dirty game? Well, they have something else coming their fucking way.
“Come closer, I have something that might help you,” I say my eyes hooked on his.
Almost immediately, the man leans forward, his eyes gleaming with hope. Preparing myself, I speak when I’ve left the silence dangle for a few moments.
“Go fuck yourselves, assholes. You wouldn’t find dirt on my husband. What about you get me a lawyer?” I bark out.
Anger contorts Mario’s face and he punches me once against the face.
Alarms go off in my head. Blood spills from my nose and mouth and as I try to keep my balance, I hang my head to the corner and pass out.
I am startled awake by two men arguing.
“You don’t get to fucking touch the girl, dickhead. You will get matters complicated,” I hear Sheriff Bianco’s dark voice scream at the man.
“Why? She insulted my pride. I had to put the little bitch in her place,” he grits out.
“Well, Zane Vincenzo is a man to not play with. This bitch shouldn’t even be here in the face place, we are complicating matters,” Bianco let out.
“The boss put me in place because he thinks I can handle this right. If you will be a little pussy about how I handle things in this room, then, get the fuck out before I push you out myself, Sheriff,” I hear a man take a step forward and another man retreats.
It seems to be minutes more before Sheriff Bianco speaks.
“We need to calm down. I will go grab some coffee but don’t hit the girl again,” he spits out before walking away.
I hear the door open and then, it closes with a click. My hair is being grabbed and I groan, forcing my eyes open to stare at Inspector Mario.
He looks pissed off and as he stares at my face, I feel blood trickling farther down my face.
“Nice blood, London. You are going to tell me exactly what I want to know or the next few hours are going to toughest of your life. With no chance of sleeping,” he bites out.
“Lawyer,” that’s all I manage to say.
The taste of copper in my mouth makes me sneer at him.
“You want one huh? Let’s see how you get one in this position,” he let out and fear gripped me as I wondered what he was going to do to me.
Grabbing my arm, I cry out in pain as he yanks me across the room, and pulling my hands above my head, he hooks it above a bending hood and locks it.
Since I am short and this fucking room is built probably for male criminals, my body is stretched painfully and what hurts the most is the fact that I am standing on my tippy toes.
Tears roll down my eyes as I find it hard to breathe. My eyes search the room but there is no respite for me, twisting my body doesn’t even help and my arms are now burning.
Although I stifle back my tears, it doesn’t fucking help.
“Tha stretch burns doesn’t it, London? Now, imagine standing there for twelve fucking hours,” he says.
I gasp, feeling my bowels ready to expand on me.
“You can’t do that. No, you can’t,” I cry out gently.
Inspector Mario chuckles, he takes off his hat and I see a light strain of dark hair peeping out. His eyes move towards me, he takes his time ravaging my body.
“Are you ready to talk? Or are we going to stare you weep the entire night,” he chuckles at that part.
“Fuck you,” I blurt out and the man’s face contorts fiercely as he glares at me with something different.
With lust in his eyes. With each step Mario takes, towering toward me, I take another step backward, not wanting him to get closer to me.
My heartbeat accelerates when I can’t take more than three steps without the chain clanging and locking me in place.
“Caught and trapped like a little mouse aren’t you?” Inspector Mario asks laughing at my face.
The words I want to say are trapped in my mouth and as I glare at this man, his right hand palms my thigh and starts moving until he reaches my mount on my shorts.
“Please, let go of me,” I beg sobbing.
“I thought you asked me to fuck you, baby?” he demands playfully, rubbing his hand up and down my pussy.
I am a crying wreck now, I don’t think I can even mouth the words that are in my head. I want to tell him to go fuck himself. I wish I would will my body to give him a taste of his own medicine.
When his free hand cups my breast, I get so mad that I lift my knee, hitting him in the groin.
When he shouts, I smirk at his wounded cry like that of an animal.
“You little bitch. I will give you a taste of the beast I am when annoyed,” he grits out as he crumples his body on the ground.
I know I should stop hitting men on their groin, but when they are being assholes, I need to remind them exactly who they are.
Inspector Mario finally stands he hits me hard in the face, and punches me on the head two.
I feel weak, I’ve never been so tortured in my entire life.
When I can’t support the pain, I pass out again.
Loud banging noises ring through my ears. Two men fighting and my breathing racing.
“The Boss wouldn’t approve of this kind of a job Inspector Mario,” I hear a man yell out.
Slightly opening my eyes, I notice Sheriff Bianco’s physique.
He has his hands wrapped in front of Mario’s cloak.
“Let the fuck go of me, Bianco. You are about to make things nasty for yourself,” Mario spits out.
“Try me, you douchebag. Do you know what Zane would do if he found out that his wife was beaten to several concussions? She might have a head swell and die,” Sheriff Bianco shouts pushing Mario out of his fucking way.
I groan in pain, but the men ignore me as Mario’s next words are marred with acid.
“Well, that will be an eye for an eye situation then. The Vincenzos took away something special from the boss. It is just normal they thirst a little of their own poison, don’t you think?” he asks furiously.
“I don’t support of this. It is getting too far,” Bianco shouts walking towards me.
“With you in the picture or not, you know the Boss is going to get back his vengeance don’t you?” Mario throws out.
I hear Bianco’s footsteps retreat and a second later, a thud sound fills the air.
“Ouch!” a man screams.
“Don’t ever threaten me with that bullshit. I am the Sheriff and yes, I might be a dirty cop, but I will kill you all before shit hits the fan for me,” Sheriff Bianco yells out at Mario’s face.
For a while, no one uttered a word, and then, I heard, “Get out. Let the girl be for the moment,”
When the door is closed, I look around the room, it is vacant and I release my breath I didn’t know I was keeping so jealously in me.
It causes my rib to hurt so badly. My hands are now numb from hanging above my head for too long.
Once more, a wave of dizziness passes through me and I faint.