Escaped

Nicolas's POV

Milene passed out beside me. I studied her closely. Now that she wasn’t moving, I could finally see her clearly. Her dress was stained with blood, like red gems on her soft neck. Perfect.

“We’ve lost them,” Tate said.

I looked out the back window. No one was following. We only hurt Milene’s two companions, so some of their people were busy helping them.

“She’s hot,” Simon said from the front seat.

I leaned forward. “One more word, Simon, and I’ll rip your eyeballs out and feed it to you, got it?”

Simon nodded quickly. Tate looked at me, curious. I leaned back, turning my attention back to Milene, lying still. Her hair was pinned tightly, except for one piece that curled over her temple. I wrapped it around my finger. I couldn’t wait to see how controlled she really was.

I carried Milene into the motel room and set her on one of the beds. I pulled a twig out of her hair letting her hair fall loose. I stood straight.

Tate sighed. “ Her family and the head of the Mafia family which is Dante will want revenge.”

“He won’t attack while we have her. She’s trapped here, and he knows he can’t get her out of Vegas.”

Tate nodded, eyes on Milene, lying on the bed. Her long neck exposed. I looked at the lace of her dress above her chest. Modest, elegant. But Dante’s niece would bring men to their knees. She looked like an angel with her blonde hair and pale skin. The white dress made her seem pure. I almost laughed.

“What are you thinking?” Tate asked, noticing where I was looking.

“That they couldn’t make her look more innocent if they tried,” I said, moving closer. “I prefer the blood stains.”

“It was her wedding. They made her look pure. You know how it is. Girls like her stay protected until marriage. They lose their innocence that night. Cavallaro and her fiancé will do anything to keep her untouched. Danilo is Underboss. Her dad’s Underboss. Dante Cavallaro is her uncle. They’ll give us anything if you ask. We can be rid of her now if you ask for my father.”

I shook my head. “I won’t ask yet. I won’t make it easy. They attacked Las Vegas. Tried to kill us. They brought war to our city, and I’ll bring war to theirs. I’ll destroy them. Tear them apart from the inside.”

Tate frowned. “How?”.

“By breaking what they care about most. Men like us don’t forgive when those we protect get hurt. Her family will worry about her every minute. They’ll wonder what’s happening, imagine her suffering. Her mother will blame her husband and son. They’ll blame themselves. Their guilt will grow. I’ll make it worse. Tear them apart.”

Tate looked at Milene, who was starting to move. The tear in her dress shifted, exposing her long leg. She wore a white lace garter. Tate covered her leg quickly. I looked at him.

“She’s innocent,” he said.

“She won’t stay that way,” I said coldly.

Tate met my gaze. “Hurting her won’t break them. They’ll get stronger.”

“We’ll see,” I muttered. “Let’s call Damien and decide what to do next.” Tate and I walked to the desk and put the phone on speaker.

Just as we finished the call, Milene moaned. We turned to her. She woke up, confused. She blinked slowly at the wall, then the ceiling. She moved slowly, her breathing quickened as she looked down at her body, hands feeling her ribs, then her stomach, like she thought we’d done something to her. It made sense. She would be sore.

“If you keep touching yourself like that, I can’t promise I won’t do something.”

She froze, eyes darting to us.

“We didn’t touch you while you were unconscious,” Tate said.

She looked at us, unsure if she could trust him.

“You would know if I or Tate fucked you Milene, Trust me “. I said.

She pressed her lips together, fear in her blue eyes. She started to move, trying to get off the bed but couldn’t. She closed her eyes, breathing fast, fingers shaking.

“She’s still drugged,” Tate said.

“I’ll get her a coke. Maybe the caffeine will wake her up. I don’t like her like this weak and unresponsive. It’s no fun.”