Gods and Monsters (Mafia Romance)

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! Reminder: This story is rated as MATURE! Please, do not read further in, if you don't belong to the mature audience! This chapter contains of blackmailing, violence, s****l assault... READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! 

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Alicia's P.O.V.

A long, secret conversation with Jason and Cindy, about what I had found out about our foster parents earlier that day, my much-time-consuming night routine and three episodes of gossip girl later, I was tucked under my bed-sheets, checking my phone before going to sleep. 

I replied to some messages, finally deleted the Tellonym account I had made when I was 15, because of the amount of slut-shaming I was receiving from anonymous people there, and sent Cheryl a goodnight message, when an SMS notification, sent from a hidden number, popped on my phone. 

Curious, and despite my first thought being to just delete and ignore it, I opened it.

Unknown: Hello doll.

I rolled my eyes, and decided to just delete the message. About a minute later another SMS was sent.

Unknown: Are you up?

I deleted that one as well and was about to turn off my phone, when it started ringing. No caller ID. 

I ended the call, but didn't even have the time to leave my phone on my nightstand, before it rang again. No caller ID.

What. The. f**k.

I ended that one too.

Unknown: Your reputation is bad enough already, you don't want it completely ruined, do you? 

Unknown: Pick

Unknown: Up

Unknown: The

Unknown: Damn

Unknown: Phone

My eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat.

No, do not panic! It's probably just some idiotic prank. 

Another call... No caller ID.

I ended it.

Unknown: You obviously don't care enough about your own reputation, but what about Cheryl's?

WHAT?

My phone rang again. No caller ID.

My hands trembled as I accepted the call.

"Who is this?" I asked, trying to sound as unfazed as possible, but failing miserably.

The person's breath was heard but nobody talked. 

"If this is a prank-" I started saying, my anxiety rising beyond words.

"Do I sound like I'm joking around?" A very calm male voice said, his accent was strong. 

I swallowed hard. "Who is this?" I muttered.

"Do I?" The person asked again, louder this time, making me gasp in surprise and fear.

"No!"

"Good!" His voice calm again. "Inappropriate pictures of you were leaked, yes?"

"Yes." I stuttered. I must be looking paler than the white walls of my bedroom right now. 

"I have something much worse to leak. Do you want to see?" The person said again, slowly.

I didn't speak.

"I will send it to you." He decided.

I was holding my breath.

Seconds later I received an SMS. I tabbed on it, it was a video.

"Open it!" He ordered.

With my whole body shaking, I tabbed on the video. 

My eyes widened and my face fell even more, as warm tears started running down my cheeks.

"Watch it all." The person ordered again, clearly enjoying this.

"I can't." I whispered.

"Do you remember it?" He asked satisfied. 

"No." My voice was barely heard. 

"Don't lie to me, doll!" I could basically hear his smirk. 

I soundlessly sobbed. "Slightly."

He chuckled. He... chuckled!

"Did you enjoy this?" He said again.

I took in a deep breath. "What do you want?"

"Did you?"  He hissed.

"No! I was drunk and-and mad... What do you want from me?" I whisper-yelled, running my hand through my long hair.

"You're lying... I can see how much you enjoyed it!" He chuckled again. "You aren't as nice as you pretend to be, are you?"

"I do not pretend." I managed to let out a steady voice. 

"No?" He asked sarcastically. "I really enjoyed your video too, Alicia-Phaedra Lainez." He laughed. 

Moans were heard from his background. My moans and his moans. 

That man was watching the video right now! Sick bastard.

"Please turn this off." I whispered. 

"Why? I think that you've got a real talent!" 

"Why are you doing this?" My voice trembled, both in fear and anger.

"Roger's Bakery, a few blocks away. Do you know how to get there?" He sounded more serious now.

"Yes..." I was barely heard.

"Good. Be there in 30." 

I took in a deep breath. "No!"

"No? Did I forget to send you what I have on your friend?" 

"Wh-What?" I really didn't want to know.

Another SMS was sent to me. Another video. I hesitated to open it. 

"Watch it." He ordered.

"No!"

"Watch it or I publish it." 

"No!" I gasped. "I'll watch it."

Shacking, I opened the video.

Cheryl was having s*x with Eric, in the male changing rooms, in school. I immediately closed my eyes and closed the video. 

"You two really deserve each other." The man chuckled. "You both are nasty, little whores..."

Yet he was enjoying our videos...

I let out a sob. "I'll meet you at the bakery..." 

"Good girl..." He chuckled and ended the call.

I was left staring at the wall in front of me. I was no longer crying, I didn't have any more tears. 

You had this coming! This is all your fault. 

I took a deep breath and whipped my still wet cheeks. I got up and hastily put a hoodie on top of my silky baby doll, not even bothering to change into a more 'proper' outfit. It's not that a modest attire would stop that guy if he wanted to-

I gagged. I couldn't even finish that thought...

God, what am I doing? Am I seriously going to walk into my own death? 

Desperate, I ran a hand through my long, dark –almost black- hair, feeling my panic rising again. 

Think positive. As positive as you could possibly think, given the situation. 

I repeatedly inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm myself down, until I finally managed to do it. Ish.

I looked at Cindy, sleeping peacefully, and I caught myself wishing to see her again. 

Jesus, what am I doing?

I quietly got out of our room, and tiptoed to John and Nica's room. I could hear John's snoring, so I assumed that they were asleep. It was almost 2 a.m. after all. 

I walked down the stairs, not making the slightest sound. I spotted Nica's everyday purse on the hallway side table, and looked into it for the pepper spray that I know she always carries with her. I found it, but when I shook it, I realized that it was empty.

How did she even-

Nope, not gonna do that right now. 

I ran to the laundry room, grabbed the bleach bottle, then ran to the kitchen. I opened the pepper spray bottle and filled it with bleach, then started looking for red pepper in the kitchen's cabinets. I found it, and I also found a bottle of vinegar. This looks like it would stink a little as well... 

I mixed vinegar and red pepper with bleach into the pepper spray bottle, closed it and slid it into one of my hoodie's sleeves, so that I would have easy access to it. I also grabbed a small kitchen knife and slid that inside my sleeve as well. 

I put on my running shoes and got out from the kitchen door, leaving it unlocked, because I forgot my keys. I crossed the backyard and soon, found myself on the road, on my way to die.

What. Are. You. Doing. 

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It was a quiet street, the one the bakery was located at. It was a nice, quiet, middle-class area with much green and not the slightest movement, at this hour. And this made me even more anxious... 

In rich neighborhoods, when something happens, if somebody starts screaming in the middle of the night for example, some security guard will most likely show up to make sure that whoever pays him isn't in danger. In poor neighborhoods, people are usually much more caring and maybe brave too, so in such a case, a dozen of them in the least would get outside to help. 

That's why a middle-class neighborhood –like mine, and like this one- was the worst possible place, where I could meet someone, who blackmailed me. In neighborhoods like this, usually live families that have things to lose if they get in trouble. Things  being mostly money. And maybe reputation too. Those people wouldn't risk. They are the ones most likely to look the other way, instead of witnessing something bad and get into trouble. Best case scenario, someone calls the police, and police shows up when it's too late anyways... 

I don't blame them of course, I definitely understand; maybe I would do the same to keep my family safe... Maybe.  But this idea is frightening. 

By the time I arrived, nobody was there, which made me panic even more. At least if the person –or the persons-  was here before me, I would be able to see him and probably act accordingly. Maybe I would be able to hide or start running if there was more than one man, but now... I'm completely unprepared, except of the knife and the DIY pepper spray. 

There was a public telephone on the sidewalk, outside the bakery. I instinctively started walking there, still trying to process everything. This was a lot  for one day!

What am I doing? How can I be so stupid to come here right now all alone, to meet someone who blackmailed me? Is my reputation worth more than my own life and safety? No, absolutely not! 

I'm not doing this!

I turned around, and got ready to start running for the next five blocks in the least, and then go home. But luck doesn't seem to like me very much...

A sleek black SUV stopped practically next to me. I started backing off, and when the first door opened, I turned around as quick as I could, running. I let out a cry when I heard multiple doors open and close after that first one, and several people running after me, but I didn't look behind me, I just kept running. 

The good thing about my running abilities, is that I'm a pretty small girl, which allows me to be a lot more flexible and quick, when I run. Bad thing? I get tired very soon...

Thankfully, with my adrenaline being all the way over the top at that moment, this was no problem this time. Off course though, the man yelling at me to stop or he would shoot, made me stop dead in my tracks. 

If I was on my right minds, I know that I would never stop at that, but seems to me that when the adrenaline kicks off, the brain just stops working properly. And so I stopped...

Actually much worse than just stopped. Because the shooting threat, terrified me so much, that I stopped way too quickly, which –thanks to the huge speed of my running- resulted in me, losing my balance and fall on the ground of the alley I was in.

The alley. 

An... alley! 

An alley, Alicia? Seriously?

I cried out in pain, when I saw the blood on my hands, which I had used to protect myself when I fell, but mostly in fear, when I saw four men approaching me. My heart was beating like crazy, and I was crying uncontrollably, to the idea that there was nothing I could do, and –even worse- that I  did that to myself, acting so  stupid.

What was I thinking? 

Nothing. I wasn't thinking! 

The men towered over me, and I tried my best to crawl back, away from them. 

"Uh uh uh! Stay." I immediately recognized the man's voice. He was the one I had talked to before.

I flinched and closed my eyes when he bent down. He roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, and it was then that I noticed the almost unbearable pain on my right ankle. That's great. Now running, if and when I get the chance, isn't even an option...

"Tsk tsk tsk..." The same man shook his head in disapproval. "I was just telling those gentlemen over here, what a good girl you are and then you started running?!" 

I bit my lips, trying to hold back a cry. 

"You disappointed me Alicia..." He put his filthy hand on my jaw, making me jump up and take a step back. He obviously didn't care, he grabbed my jaw, harder this time, and started caressing it –not at all gently. The other three men were watching in amusement.

"What do you want from me?" I asked bitterly, finally daring to look at him in his very dark eyes.

"Hm, let's see..." He moved his hand from my jaw to my neck and I swallowed hard, not daring to move, when he started feeling up my neck.

"W-What are you doing?" I muttered. 

"Shh!" He slipped one hand under my hoodie, making my whimper and try to step back. One of the other men was quick to come behind me, holding me still. 

"Please stop." I started crying when he roughly grabbed one of my breasts. "No!" I started twisting, trying to free myself from the guy holding me.

"Shut up! That's not what I wanted from you, w***e!" He murmured, taking his hand out of my hoodie. I felt my heart starting beating again. "So full of yourself..." He looked mad. 

"Fairly so! Look at her..." One of the other guys now talked, looking at me up and down and winking at me, and the three of them laughed. My blackmailer didn't look fazed though. 

I was sobbing silently, and shaking. I wanted to fight them and run, I really did, but I didn't stand a chance and I knew that. "Please don't hurt me..." I whispered.

"Don't worry we won't. Just give me the necklace." He took a step away from me, but I instantly felt relieved. 

"What necklace?" I managed to let out a somewhat steady voice, with my newly-gained confidence, coming from the hope that they wouldn't hurt me. Even if I was an i***t to even believe that for a second... 

"The golden cross necklace that you're always wearing." He sounded impatient.

My eyes were wide open. "Have you been... stalking  me!?" I whispered in shock.

The man looked amused. "Don't look so surprised, doll. How else would I have the videos?" He shrugged. "Now where is the necklace?" 

The fear I was feeling until now, immediately transformed in anger, but thankfully I don't completely lack common sense so I didn't act on it. But this was my mother's necklace, the only thing I've left from her! I would never give it to them. 

"I don't have it on me... You didn't tell me to have it!" I said defensively. 

"That's unfortunate..." He mocked me. "But I, being the clever man that I am, have a solution already." He took a phone out of his pocket and checked it out. "Another gentleman is in your bedroom as we speak." 

My heart dropped, at the thought of my little sister sleeping in that same room. Oh god, please Cindy, don't wake up! "If he even thinks of touching my sister-" I hissed. Fear and anger were now combined, and my anxiety returned, as I started hyperventilate. 

"Be a good girl and tell our friend where you have the necklace and nobody gets hurt." He shrugged. 

Shit! I'm not giving them my mama's necklace, but I can't let anything happen to Jason and Cindy. 

The guy's phone rang and he quickly picked up and started talking in a foreign language that I couldn't understand. A few moments later, he forced the phone to my ear. "Speak!" He ordered. 

"Between the two beds in the room, there's a vanity. On the lowest drawer of the right side of that vanity, there are a few small... bags. Just get the baby-blue one, the necklace is in there." I lied. Thankfully I had many jewelry, and four cross necklaces, none of which was my mama's, were in that little jewelry-bag.

"There are two blue bags." A man with a hard accent spoke from the other line of the phone.

"No, there's a turquoise one, and a baby-blue one. Bring the baby blue!" I said. "Turquoise looks like a mix of green and blue, baby blue is a pastel blue. Very light blue." I explained.

"They're both... blue." He sounded confused.

Men...

"No, baby blue is like a very, very light-" I sighed. "Never mind... Just open them both. One of them has nail polishes in, and the other one has jewelry. There are four cross necklaces in the one with the jewelry, take them all and leave! Be quiet, if you wake up my sister-" 

The man grabbed the phone from me and started speaking to the guy, in the foreign language again. It sounded like... Russian... or some similar language. 

He turned off the phone soon after and looked at me. My heart was beating too fast. 

"Can I go now?" I dared to ask. "You said that-"

"I know what I said. When I have the necklace, we'll let you go and delete the videos."

Oh god. f**k my life! I thought that a guy who can't tell the difference between baby-blue and turquoise, wouldn't see any difference between a few golden cross necklaces. Let's just hope I'm not wrong here... 

The blackmailer was pacing around me, as the man holding me there, didn't let go for one second. The other two men had been standing by one end of the alley, probably guarding it. The other end of the alley was a dead end, with a tall, stone wall and no stairs, or doors, but only a couple windows, which I had no chance of reaching. My only hope was the first end, the one I had come from, and which was now guarded by the two gigantic men. 

Aka, no hope... 

Unless they don't notice that the necklace I'll give them is not the one they were looking for. 

Hearing footsteps and voices, brought me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to see another mountain-man, coming with the ones guarding the one end of the alley. 

The blackmailer paced towards him and grabbed the necklaces from his hand, examining them. My heart started beating like crazy. 

"You have the necklace, you can let go of me now!" I tried to pull my arm away from the man holding it. 

He gave me a stony glare. "Boss said-"

"That he would let me go after he has the necklace. He has the necklace! " I tried to free myself again. He looked at me and finally let go of my arm. "Thank you." I murmured, slowly walking away from him, and to the –now free- end of the alley, trying to pass by the other men unnoticed. 

"None of them is it." I heard the 'boss' hiss, making my heart stop. 

"She's getting away!" One of the other men shouted, and forgetting about my hurt ankle and anything else, I started running, the fastest that I could, and determined to stop at nothing this time. 

I turned my head for a split second, to see them all menacingly approaching, and I let out the loudest scream I could manage, hoping that someone would come to my rescue, as I kept running. "Help!" I screamed again, but nothing. I made the mistake to look behind one more time, which resulted in me tripping and almost falling, once again. Thankfully I did not fall this time, but I did lose some very important seconds of a head start. 

One of the men grabbed me by the hair, making me scream again, and pulled me against his chest. And that's when it hit me!

I took the pepper spray out of my sleeve, accidentally dropping the knife, turned around as quickly as I could manage and sprayed it right into his eye. 

His hold on me loosened, as he started screaming and manically rubbing his eyes. 

I knew that this would stink... 

I didn't lose any time. I started running again, as fast as I could, but the mistake was already made, since the rest of the men were incredibly close to me now. When I felt one of them reaching out for my hair as well, I abruptly turned around, ready to spray him, and that's how I found myself face to face with a barrel of a gun. 

"Back off or I'll spray that in your eye!" I shouted, trying to sound anything close to scary, even though I was shacking. I realized how ridiculous this was, when all of the remaining four men started laughing at me. 

Suddenly, the man, holding the gun, hit my cheek with it so hard, that I fell to the ground, crying out in pain. The pepper spray fell from my hand and tumbled away from me, leaving me completely unprotected.

When I finally managed to look up at them again, I saw the 'boss', on whom I had tested my pepper spray, standing right on top of me. 

Shit!

His one eye was red, swallowed and closed, but the other one remained perfectly fine and as dark as I remembered it to be, from before. 

"Please..." I whimpered, trying to crawl away from them, but failing miserably. 

"Please!" He mocked in a high-pitched voice. I could swear that I saw black smoke getting out of his ears from his anger.

I'm screwed. 

"Let's see how your little toy would work on those beautiful, big, green eyes of yours, should we?" His gaze was on the pepper spray bottle, not very far away from me. 

My eyes widened in terror at the thought and my heart dropped. Way too quickly –given my current state- I crawled back and grabbed the little bottle, before he could. 

"Stupid b***h, give it to me!" He bent, trying to grab it from my hand, but turning around, I threw it right onto an expensive looking car, the alarm of which starting going off.

People might not respond to a girl screaming for help, but they probably will, to the alarm of their expensive car. This way, I might have a chance...

The pepper spray bottle opened and the liquid started oozing out of it, on the ground, making me breath in relief. 

I turned back around to see all of the five men, looking extremely pissed, especially Captain Hook. "You didn't want the pepper spray? That's fine, doll, cause you're getting something better!" 

I watched in terror as he started undoing his belt. Two of the other guys came from behind me, just when I was about to get up, holding me down. I was frantically twisting, trying to break free, but they wouldn't let that happen. On top of that, one of them had the marvelous idea to gag me, putting his hand over my mouth, so that I wouldn't scream. 

I watched with wide eyes and tears never stopping run down my cheeks, as that... man took off his pants got on top of me, forcing my legs open with his knees. He grabbed my knife, which I had accidentally dropped before, and ripped my hoodie in two. 

I shut my eyes closed, as he tore my baby-doll's top as well -this time with his own hands- revealing my t**s, and stopped trying to break free, since this would not happen. I was sobbing, defeated, unable to do anything to protect myself, as he roughly pulled my baby-doll's shorts and my panties down my legs.

"Open your f*****g eyes, w***e!" He yelled, but I shook my head no, squeezing my eyes closed. "Open them! You're gonna be watching as we take turns f*****g you!" He hissed in my ear, making the amount of tears leaving my eyes double, and me muttering no, please stop  and don'ts   under the hand of the man, who was still gaging me.

When I felt him roughly cupping my t**s, I let out one last desperate sob, and when I felt him moving again, probably to take of his underwear, I tried to make myself pass out so that I wouldn't feel anything.

I never thought that I would lose my virginity like this...

What was I thinking?