Blackmailed to the Altar (Caputo Crime Family #2)

28. Chapter Twenty-Eight

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

D r. Mya

I woke back up on the table, wiggling even though I was in pain. I tried to move my neck, but it hurt so bad. Sebastian grabbed my blood-soaked hair and forced me to look at him. I whimpered and pulled away from him.

“You’ll always remember who you belong to now.” He switched, and Riccardo suddenly stood before me, his eyes wide.

“Thank g-goodness,” I sobbed, relieved that it was over. Sebastian had maimed me.

“What the fuck?” Riccardo’s eyes narrowed. “Who did this to you?”

“B-because I- on the p-”

“Who marked you like this,” he growled, interrupting me.

“S-Sebastian.”

Riccardo slammed a fist down on the nightstand. “Don’t say his fucking name.”

“I-I’m sorry,” I cried out. There was no pleasing either of them, it seemed.

“Why?” He grabbed my throat, choking me.

I would claw at his hand, if I could, but the bindings stopped me. “W-why w-what?” I wheezed.

He squeezed tighter. “Why did you fucking drug us? Were you trying to leave?” His eyes were manic.

“I-I wasn’t trying to run,” I stammered out. “I w-was lonely.”

My heart pounded. He was losing control, teetering on the edge of something dark, and I had to find a way to reach him, before it was too late. I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to steady myself. This wasn’t about the damn phone anymore; it was about the suffocating loneliness that had been gnawing at me since he’d taken me, the constant fear of losing every connection to the outside world. I just needed to hear a familiar voice.

He squeezed harder, and I saw black spots in my vision as I started falling in and out of consciousness. My hands weakly pulled at the restraints until I slowly lost feeling in them. He let go then, and I gasped in air, tears gathering in my eyes.

“You called another man?” He yanked on my hair.

I yelped. “N-no,” I gasped out. “Never. I called my little.”

His grip loosened in his confusion. “Your what now?”

“She’s in my old sorority. Since there weren’t enough sisters this year, I was helping her with her sponsored girl. B-but something is wrong.” The memory of the phone call echoed in my mind, even as the pain throbbed in the back of my neck.

“What do you mean?” Riccardo looked less angry now that I was telling him what happened.

“Well, I think I heard some kind of auction, and there was a man yelling at her to get back in line.” I tried to think what else was on that phone call that could be important, but couldn’t think over the headache that was forming.

“You are in no shape to try and figure out what’s happening in another country right now.” The mania in his eyes slowly bled out.

“My neck hurts really bad. Do you think you can fix it?” I asked my husband.

“Why would I do a silly thing like that,” he mused. “I don’t even remember doing that. Maybe you punished yourself.”

I turned my head slightly to look at him, wincing at the throbbing pain in my neck. Riccardo had his phone out in one hand, and the other slipped into his pants. Relief washed over me, but it was fragile, like a thread I was terrified would snap at any moment.

“My little wife, how desperate are you to find your friend?”

I shook my head, uncaring of the pain. “P-please, I’ll do anything.”

He tilted his head. “Anything?”

“Absolutely,” I promised.

He leaned down and kissed my lips. “Stop fighting.”

I gasped in horror. That would mean–

He nodded, confirming my suspicions. “Give me an heir, and don’t fight this marriage. If you can do that, I’ll save your friend.”

“Always the bargains with you,” I mumbled.

He gripped my chin in his hand. “Say what I want to hear.”

I glared into his eyes and saw no leniency. He wanted this marriage with me. I knew now that there would be no running. My chance was lost. He would never let me go after this.

“I-I will. I won’t fight you, and I will give you a child,” I agreed through gritted teeth. I think the child part was taken care of already from how I was feeling lately.

“Excellent.” Riccardo whipped his phone out with a smile. “Samuel, I need you to fly to America for me.” He summed up the situation while I dozed off and on, tuning out his words.

“It’s finished,” Sebastian promised and untied me from the table. “You took your punishment well, my little mouse.”

I sank into his embrace, and he swung me into his arms, jostling my neck too much, and causing blood to flow out of my wound all over him. He ignored it all as he took me to the bedroom.

I closed my eyes, and the next time I blinked them open, a doctor was shining his light in my eye. I swatted at his hand, but my arms were weighted down from exhaustion. The familiar doctor rolled me over, and I felt a pinch in the back of my neck.

A numbness cooled my neck, and I relaxed for the first time since Sebastian had cut me up. I bore his marks now, and no matter where I went, people would know that I was his.

It was skin deep.

“N-Nina?” I croaked, as soon as Sebastian came into view. Guess Riccardo had changed back.

He shrugged. “All Samuel said was he had an idea of where she might be located, but it was secret, and he had to go dark. I won’t know more until he checks in with me again.”

I felt tears well in my eyes.

He tsked. “Don’t worry, little wife. We have a ton of things we can focus on while we wait.” He waggled his eyebrows, but I just glared at him. Sebastian chuckled again. “I could always wait until you are asleep, I guess. I know how much you love that.”

I knew it. My eyes widened with shock, as I realized he knew about Riccardo fucking me in my sleep. Without my consent. There were mornings where I’d woken up sore and couldn’t explain it, like his dick was imprinted inside of my pussy. I’d accepted it, but it still stung knowing he was aware.

“H-how?”

“You’re a sound sleeper. Even when you woke up, I kept you on my cock until you fell asleep.”

“You’re a monster,” I whispered.

“I never said anything to the contrary.” He climbed in bed with me.

“I-I thought Riccardo was worse, but I think you both are equally as bad.”

“And it’s high time you realized there’s no getting away from us.”

“But what about my life in America?”

“You’re my wife now. We will move your practice here. Besides, you don’t want anything to do with that prison reform system since they let Eden’s uncle out. The city wants his blood for what he did to those women.”

I gasped. “I don’t want to stay here.”

He shrugged. “Why not, you can be a psychiatrist here. I’ll make sure of it.”

I spluttered, “Y-you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Sebastian paused, his head tilted with a smirk on his face, like he found me amusing. “I do, do I?”

“Yes, there’s no way I can stay here and be your wife forever,” I muttered.

“You’re protesting an awful lot, my little mouse.” He pulled my body close to his, and I could feel his erection throbbing against my stomach.

I held my breath, expecting him to roll me on my back, further injuring me, but to my surprise, Sebastian rolled me on top of him.

“Ride me, wifey.”

I rolled my hips, and gave in to his carnal demand.