Fallen For Revenge

Chapter 2: In the wrong hands.

Chapter 2. In the wrong hands.

Vincent sat in his luxurious parlor, smoke intoxicating the atmosphere. The soft hum of jazz music played in the background, a stark contrast to the violence that surrounded his life.

“I still don't think it's a good idea to keep her. I mean, it's almost a week since you kidn*pped her, and now you're already arranging a marriage?” A masculine voice said through the phone which sat on the table.

Vincent smirked, his mouth curling up round the cigarette between his lips, “What's the matter, Carlo? Jealous?”

“I think it's a bad idea. You barely know her”, Carlo replied, his tone cautious, “She's trouble.”

“Since when do I care about trouble?”, Vincent asked, as his henchman poured him another glass of whiskey.

“I know you're the Escobar Prince, but having a b***h like…”, the masculine voice tried to explain, but Vincent muted the call. He took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled out the smoke from his nostrils. “Pathetic fool!”, he muttered.

“Hello! Hello!!” the voice called out.

Vincent hissed in annoyance and unmuted the caller, “You don't tell me what to do, Carlo. You happen to be my twin brother. It does not mean you can suggest anything about my life, okay? Don't forget you're still my junior brother.” he said, and ended the call abruptly.

“Hey you…” he snapped his fingers, “Bring me the damn girl.” he ordered, and the henchman who was standing beside him all the while nodded in respect before marching off.

Soon enough, Anna was led inside the extremely luxurious parlor where Vincent sat on a cushion.

“Let go of me”, She came in struggling against Vincent's henchman before being violently tossed forward.

Vincent's cold eyes walked their way down Anna's body. His eyes rested on her firm breasts, lingering a bit on the now-torn sleeveless pink singlet which did very little in hiding her bra.

“Let me go you demon.”, Anna hissed with clenched teeth.

She had spent the last two nights locked up inside a room with no connection with the outside world, except for the maid who would occasionally offer her food, which she refused wholeheartedly.

“Demon?”, Vincent laughed coldly, his ruthlessness filling the dimly lit parlor. “No, querida. I go by many names, but I am no demonio, aye? I'm going to be yur’ husband, ¿Entiendes?”

“I can never marry a murderer like you, never.” Anna retorted back at him.

Vincent tilted his head to one side. His reaction was undetectable, like an unpredictable trigger ready to fire at any moment.

He stood, his expression darkening. In a flash, he launched forward at Anna. She tried to avoid his attack, but he was too swift.

“You're in no position to make demands, querida.” He grabbed her by the arms and slapped her across the face, sending her falling to the ground.

“I can kill you where you lay right now, and dump your pathetic body into the river for the hippos and crocodiles to feast on”, he sneered at her, “Or… I feast on you myself.”

Anna dragged herself away from him as he looked at her with evil intentions glistening in his eyes. His hands went to his belt, eyes fixed on his victim crawling away from him.

“Please, let me go, I beg you”, Anna begged.

“Shhh! Silencio”, he hissed, freeing the belt on his trousers and insidiously approaching the defenseless Anna.

She tried to run, but he caught her on the waist and threw her on the couch. Before Anna could regain herself, Vincent was already on top of her.

He ripped off her pink singlet, exposing her bra which held firm her breasts.

“Please! Don't do this…”, Anna fought back, but there was no use fighting him off her. Vincent was physically strong, his arms bore the evidence of sheer brutal workout.

“You do as you're told, or I'll make your death slow and painful.”

He ripped off her skirt, exposing the white skin on her thighs. She was athletic, curvaceous, and had the charm to make any man go nuts, including the Escobar Prince.

Anna smacked him across the face and managed to break free. She rolled out of his grip and made for the run, but the c*****g sound of a gun behind her stopped her steps.

“Take one more step, and I'll blow your damn tongue out of yur’ skull”, Vincent threatened with his gun pointed at her. “That's right, stay right there.”

He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back to himself. “Estúpido” Vincent slapped Anna across the face. He handed the gun over to the bodyguard who stood at the far end of the room.

Anna's resistance died off as he pushed her back on the couch. She had to be alive if she ever wanted to take revenge for her parents.

Vincent tore off her pants and her bra, exposing her naked body. “Ahh!”, he groaned silently as he took in all of her.

She remained still. With a gun pointed directly at her head, and a ruthless demon trying to r**e her, her life had certainly turned out for the worse.

He leaned down on her and pinned her hands above her head as she lay still, disgusted by his breath on her face.

Slowly, She was going to be his s*x toy, his instrument of pleasure, to please him whenever he wanted.

Anna laid numbly as Vincent penetrated into her. Her tightness only helped to maximize the pain that soared through her body with every thrust he took.

Her bitter anger and hatred for him grew with each penetration he made. She managed to look up at Vincent with spite and disgust in her eyes as he pounded her.

She was being maltreated by a satan, a baron who controlled all the illegal deals in Mexico and beyond. A man whose heart was as corrupt as his soul was.

Revenging him for murdering her family was her only purpose in life. Somehow, someday, she knew she was going to break free from his clutches, and he was going to pay back for every tear that trickled off her eyes.

Anna was determined. She was going to work her way out of his house, and even though she couldn't fight him, she was going to get revenge on him someday.

Vincent took his last drag as he collapsed on her. His sweat choked her throat with contempt. He got off her and gave out a long sigh of relief.

“You're going to get used to it. Not to worry, Querido” he chuckled silently. “Lock her up and prepare for the marriage. She'll be getting married to me.”

“Sí, jefe Vincent”, his henchman replied sturdily.