Slave Girl - Sam Crescent Page 0,17

to learn to be cruel every single day.”

“I have no doubt of it, Father. What’s Gino doing here?” he asked.

“Don’t you worry about your uncle. Do as you’ve been told.”

He stepped away from the man before he did something he’d regret. Killing him would be so easy right now.

After stepping into the container, he grabbed the two girls. “You make a sound, I will fucking kill you. Do you understand?”

They nodded their heads.

“Good.” He marched them out of the container and his father was good to his word. Antonio didn’t see a fucking thing.

Raphael hated this. After walking them to his car, he stored them in the trunk and without another word, he drove all the way back to his father’s mansion. The mansion was still under repair after the attack. Part of him wasn’t pissed about being shot at, seeing as it meant he was finally able to get Elenore out of there.

Once he brought his car to a stop, he went back to the trunk, popped it open, and dragged the two sobbing girls into the mansion.

His father’s men and staff weren’t shocked by what he did.

He pulled them up to his father’s room, and with the cuffs where he knew they were stored, he bound each one to the bed. Neither of them could get out. “If you both know what is good for you, you’ll do as you’re told. He will … he will hurt you, but if you make him addicted, you’ll be taken care of.”

With that, he turned on his heel, leaving his father’s home.

After climbing into the car, he drove out of the city, down a long country lane that he knew quite well. The town it was attached to had turned into a ghost town. Only a few residents with a gas station and a bar. That was all it had.

He hated walking away, but he pressed his foot to the gas, spun his car around, and drove hard and fast, back in the direction he came. Opening his mouth, he screamed, letting out all the pent-up frustration he could think of.

He yelled, hit his car, floored it, and finally released the tension he had building up. With his voice raw, he did no more than drive all the way back to his apartment. After parking his car, he climbed out and made his way upstairs. When he got to his door, he paused.

Whoever had broken in hadn’t closed the door behind him. The marks on the lock were there, distinctive.

Son of a bitch.

While he’d been hand-delivering those girls to his father, someone had been breaking into his place.

Well, now he was pissed.

Pulling out his gun, which already had a silencer attached, he stepped into his apartment, careful as he closed the door and eased the lock into place. The man clearly didn’t know that to lock his door, he needed to actually turn the knob and put it into place. The door would close but spring open if not done properly.

This wasn’t his first time he’d needed to do this. He’d practiced.

After learning all of his father’s manipulative techniques, he’d spent hours knowing every single part of his apartment, where the creaky floorboards were. How his doors sounded when they moved.

Someone was in his laundry room. He took the steps and as he came into the doorway, he saw the man.

Before the man could react, he slammed him against the washing machine, smacking his head on the corner, and then, shooting him with a single bullet into the forehead.

It was over quickly.

****

Time ticked by.

Her body hurt. She needed to use the bathroom.

Pressing her thighs together, Elenore didn’t dare move. She didn’t know if he’d left or not. He hadn’t looked through the entire closet, even muttering about rich bastards. She hated being cooped up in a ball, but she preferred this to death.

In all of her captivity, she’d never wanted to die.

She screamed as the door was pulled.

“Elenore.”

The sound was muffled.

No one but Timothy the doctor and Raphael knew her name.

She fumbled with the lock. She shook so much it took her a couple of attempts to get the thing open. Seeing Raphael, she threw herself at him. “Someone was in your apartment. I forgot the cell phone. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ve got you. He’s been dealt with but you can’t go into the laundry room. I’ve got you.”

He held her tightly and she sobbed against his chest. “What does this mean? If he was here?”

“It means my father is