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MADE TO BEG
A tragedy for so many, vile and evil men creating destruction and damnation.
A dangerous man.
A ruthless monster.
A heartless criminal.
I stood in front of the man I’d sworn never to see again, a brutal creature who had no regard for life. Yet I’d known instinctively that there was nowhere else to turn, no one who would help me.
The words filtered into my mind as I stood in front of the larger than life man, his dark eyes penetrating mine. I was filled with trepidation at his reaction, a gut-wrenching moment of losing myself in the past. I was a damn fool. A flash from only two hours before shifted me back into the nightmare and the very reason I’d lost a portion of my mind.
“Bitch!” the monstrous man bellowed, his dark and dangerous voice ringing in the night air. “I. Will. Find. You.”He stood with a knife in his hands, the glistening steel something I would never forget.
The words were haunting, the scarred and ugly man what nightmares were made of. I should have known better than to go off on my own, trying desperately to finish a damn story. Now, I stood in the house of a man I didn’t really know, other than the brutal stories I’d heard since moving to Chicago in an attempt to start a new life.
And memories of a dark fantasy I’d succumbed to.
He was just as handsome as he’d been all those years ago, even more debonair than I’d remembered in his dark shirt and beautiful charcoal gray trousers. Everything about him reeked of money and sexuality, as well as the same kind of danger as the monster in the alley.
Except Lorenzo Francesco held the city hostage with his brawn and power, the stronghold he had over politicians and members of law enforcement unequaled in the land of kingpins. He was a force unlike anything Chicago had ever seen.
And he’d once been my lover.
“Sierra,” Lorenzo said in a low-slung voice, his eyes opening wide. “My God. What the fuck happened to you?”
I didn’t even remember placing the glass on the table, but I wasn’t certain I had to strength to pick it up again and God, I needed the damn bourbon. What was happening to me? I wrung my hands, staring at the blood on the towel, another round of horror wrapping its bony fingers around my neck. How in the hell had I gotten myself in this predicament? I shivered to my very core, my heart racing to the point the sound of the beats echoed in my ear. I hadn’t intended on coming here but the moment I was in the cab, Lorenzo’s address was the only thing I’d been able to remember or say.
I was dirty, filthy and disgusted with myself, so cold that I could barely breathe. I darted a look in his direction, finding it entirely too weird that I found him so attractive at this moment. By all rights, I should fear him as much as the monstrous asshole I’d come across. I’d been chasing a story for almost six months, a series of horrific crimes I’d been able to link to one man. I’d just needed a last confirmation and nothing more, instead stumbling onto a murder scene. Not murder. Slaughter. And I’d frozen. A weak and helpless girl.
I’d known I was in over my head, but my adrenaline and drive refused to be denied. The informant I’d talked to had promised me a story of a lifetime. My fucking fifteen minutes of desired fame had almost cost me my life.
No, it likely would cost me my life unless a gangster agreed to help me. I didn’t want to die but I also knew the chance I was taking in accepting any assistance from Lorenzo. Favors he didn’t do. He merely took what he wanted.
Just like he had four years before.
Oh, God. Oh, God. What was I doing here?
I looked down, trying to find the courage to even speak. I’d never been weak, had always been the girl to take chances, enjoying and savoring adventures. I was a black belt in karate, had a concealed weapons permit. Where the hell was my gun now? Taken. God, it had been taken from me. I was like some sniveling little girl unable to find her voice.
Lorenzo sighed and walked to the couch, keeping his distance yet sitting beside me. “Whatever happened tonight, you can tell me. I’ll do everything I can to help you, but you gotta open your mouth, doll. There isn’t another way.”
I could only nod like some bobblehead doll.
He picked up my glass, gently tugging one of my hands from the cloth and positioning the tumbler so I could wrap my fingers around the thick crystal. When I didn’t move, he lifted my arm for me, pushing the rim to my lips. “Take a few sips so you can calm down.”
I obeyed him just like I’d done before, licking drops of liquor before taking a few tentative sips. Then gulps.
Lorenzo muttered under his breath as he eased the bloody rag to the table. “Okay, that’s enough.” He forced the glass away from my mouth and out of the corner of my eye I noticed him shaking his head. “Sierra, what the fuck happened?”
One. Two. Three.
Four. Five. Six.
I counted all the way to ten before I was able to answer. “I witnessed a horrific murder.”
He issued another deep sigh. “If you only witnessed it then why are you covered in blood?”
“Because…” I started, shaking even more. After a few additional seconds, I was able to look into his eyes. “Because I was right there when he issued the killing blows, savagely plunging the knife over and over again into the guy. The poor boy was screaming, begging for my help. I tried. I really tried to help him, but I couldn’t. I just….” I gasped for air, unable to finish the sentence. I could still hear the monster’s laugh as he chased me, only I knew he had no intention of killing me then.
He would wait.
He would hunt.
And he would capture me.
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