The Mafia Heiress's Revenge

 Pain woke me up again, though it was deeper this time. My body and soul felt like they had been broken, piece by piece.

I realized I was lying on the cold, hard marble floor of the guest room. A quiet, broken sob tore out of my soul as images from the previous night flashed through my mind; more than four men had… I couldn't even think of it.

I can't believe Joe let them do that to me. In a room, we had talked about how beautiful our future with our child would be. And Veronica… a woman like me had also…

What have I ever done to deserve this?? I had been a wonderful daughter, a wonderful wife, and a wonderful friend. I have never hurt anyone for them to come at me like this… All this because of greed and entitlement towards my inheritance??

My mouth opened in a silent sob of anguish, my body too weak to even make a sound.

Funny how with the way I had been so foolishly and blindly in love, if he had come to me concerning my inheritance and wanting full control of the company and syndicate, I would have considered it.

God, I have been so stupid.

I needed to get out of here, maybe call Papa Enzo. God, he warned me then, but I was too weak… and naive.

I tried moving, but my entire body screamed in pain, especially between my legs, which burned with raw, open agony.

I didn't know how long they had violated me because I kept slipping in and out of consciousness. Minutes? Hours?

Then I heard voices and laughter as my brain fog cleared more.

Multiple males and a female voice, talking and laughing from outside the room.

Joe's voice rang out clearly. "Let's go out and end our party in style."

My heart stopped. "Our party." That was what he was calling what they did to me.

Then I heard footsteps approaching the room and quickly shut my eyes, letting my body go limp, pretending to still be unconscious.

The door creaked open.

"The bitch is still out," Veronica's voice drawled, amused. "Fucking whore enjoyed it."

I stayed still.

Then her voice again, sarcastic and cruel. "Baby, should we tie her up again? I need to leave this house and get fresh air; everywhere is reminding me of what she did to my child."

"Sure thing, my love." I hear Joe reply, then the sound of kissing.

A leg nudged my side. I didn't move, just laid limply.

Joe's voice answered. "Nah, the bitch is still out. Even if she wakes up, she'll be too weak to do anything. We'll just lock the room. Come on, Zack and the rest said they'll treat us for the good time I let them have with her."

Their voices faded, then the door closed. I heard the key turn in the lock.

I continued to lie still, listening as their footsteps got fainter, then the sound of car doors slamming, engines starting, and tires crunching gravel as they drove out.

Then I opened my eyes slowly.

The room smelled of sweat and bodily fluids.

I looked down at myself. I was in a sheer nightgown, semen and blood smeared on my thighs. I grabbed the edge of the bed and tried to sit up but slipped, the sharp pain in my body forcing me to the floor.

I landed hard with a dull thud, and my body screamed at me as fresh blood started running down my thighs.

The sight made me sob.

I took a deep breath and gripped the bedpost again and pulled myself up slowly with trembling hands.

As I stood, a sharp pain tore through my stomach, shocking me with the intensity of the pain.

I screamed and fell hard.

The impact rattled my ribs, and black spots danced across my vision. I panted, groaning, curling onto my side, sobbing, tears mixed with sweat as they ran down my face.

My hands shook as I began to crawl, dragging my broken body toward the door. Every movement lit fires under my skin, my core throbbed with the brutal aftermath of what they'd done to me. Blood and semen ran down my legs. I whimpered, the cold of the tiles a cruel contrast to the heat of my wounds.

I reached the bedside drawer and clawed it open

"God... please... let it still be here..." I sobbed as I searched for the hair clip I remembered dropping in it.

My hand touched something thin and cold. A sob of relief tore from my throat as I pulled out the wire hair clip.

It took everything I had to crawl back to the door. My fingers barely worked, shaking as I picked at the lock. Time blurred, every breath tight. And then a click as the lock opened.

Freedom.

I staggered into the hallway, my legs nearly giving out beneath me, but I gripped the wall, dragging myself forward.

Walked slowly, step by step, body screaming in pain, until I reached the main sitting room.

Then a sharp, tearing pain tore through my lower abdomen.

I screamed as my legs crumpled and I fell hard.

A gush of blood followed, soaking through what little was left of my clothes, pooling on the tile beneath me.

The doctor's voice rang in my mind: "Ensure you do not do any strenuous activity after taking the medication."

"You can't die here," I whispered brokenly to myself. "You can't give up."

I grit my teeth and start crawling to the door, trailing blood behind me.

I reached the front door, reached up and gripped the knob, using it to pull myself up with one hand, and grabbed my car fob from the hook.

I let out a sigh of relief when I saw my car was still parked at the edge of the driveway. Right where I left it last night.

The sun was low in the sky, showing it was late afternoon. I stumbled across the porch, struggling to breathe through the ripping pain in my stomach, as I I collapsed against the car door, fumbled it open, and slumped into the driver's seat.

My hands shook violently as I turned the key. The engine rumbled to life, and I pressed the gate button programmed into my car system. The heavy metal gates began to creak open.

I slammed my foot onto the accelerator, the tires screeching against the gravel as I tore out of the compound, not bothering to close the gate.

My vision spun, the world blurred around me as blood kept gushing out of my body. My legs and hands were trembling in pain and exhaustion as I reached the bridge.

I had to get far away before they came back. Just far… far away.

Then a sharp, tearing pain ripped through my stomach.

I screamed and my hands slipped on the steering wheel as everything went black for a second.

When I came to, I was driving headlong towards an oncoming school bus. The driver's eyes were terrified, and the children inside were screaming in horror.

No. No. No.

I wouldn't be responsible for taking innocent lives.

Screaming, I yanked the wheel. The car swerved wildly, spinning out of control.

My heart pounded in my ears as I saw the concrete side of the bridge rushing toward me… or was I rushing toward it? It didn't matter.

My car crashed into the barrier hard. Glass exploded into my face, cutting me as my body jerked forward, the airbag hitting my face.

Then everything tipped. I realized the front of the car had gone over the bridge. It was barely hanging on by its back tires. Below me were the rushing rapids.

If the car fell into it, even if I survived the fall, I'd be carried away and drown in seconds. There'd be no rescue.

"No..." I whispered, pressing against the seat. "Please... not like this..."

I tried to open my seat belt; it was jammed.

I yanked at it again and again. "Open... please, open..." I whimpered out, my voice breaking as blood dripped into my eyes, blinding me.

The car tilted further, creaking under its own weight.

I could hear screams from onlookers.

"Call for help!"

Another voice shouted, "Don't go near the car! It'll fall!"

They were all scared to come close.

Tears filled my eyes and my body trembled in pain.

I was going to die here... alone, used, broken... and my story would end like this.

I closed my eyes and whispered, "Daddy… help me… please."

Then I heard a calm, steady voice. "Calm down."

I blinked, trying to see through the haze of red, but I could only see a blur of a man's outline.

He had one hand gripping the frame, the other reaching inside with a knife. "I'm going to get you out, okay? Just breathe."

He was inside the danger zone; the whole car could fall any second.

"You… you shouldn't…" I rasped.

"Shh. I've got you," he said softly.

He leaned in, took the belt in one hand, and cut it.

I gasped as I was released from the hold. Then the car tilted and began to slide.

I screamed as my body was thrown forward, then strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me out.

We hit the ground hard, rolling away just as the vehicle dropped off the bridge and splashed into the raging water.

I started sobbing into the warm chest I was against. "You're okay now," he said softly.

I clung to him, my entire body trembling as pain ravaged my body. I turned my head, trying to see his face, but all I could see were his vivid green eyes.

Then I heard sound of sirens echoing in the distance, and panic tore through me. I reached for him with the last strength I had, my hand grabbing his arm like a lifeline.

"Please… don't let them call Joe…" I whispered, choking on blood. "Please… call Enzo… Joe… Joe did this… he did this to me…"

He smooths his hands through my hair. "Don't worry, ma'am. I won't let that bastard near you. I'll stay till I see Enzo."

My body trembled I relief as I let out a sigh of relief and relaxed, but something pricked at the back of my mind… the man said "that bastard" like he knew who joe was.

I tried to talk, but the cold pulled at me, hard and fast; my vision dimmed.

"Who..." My voice cracked. "Who are you?"

Then there was nothing.

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You're probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.

Let me take you back… to the beginning.