CHASE
TW! this chapter contains
mentions of rape!
The whole night at the party, I could tell that something was off, I just couldn't seem to figure out what it was. The party wasn't that enjoyable anyways, I was simply sitting at the bar, chatting with others. I was thinking about Amaya and what she would be doing.
When the party came to its end at around 1 am, I dropped my siblings off at home while I drove off to Amaya's place, something about tonight just didn't feel right. When I arrived outside of her apartment, a tiny blue car was parked in my usual spot, which I found to be suspicious.
I parked my own car right behind the blue one and exited it. I took a good look at the blue car, and decided to take a photo of the license plate.
I was about to enter the building, but the door opened instead and the one and only, Chris.
I stood still in my place, and so did he. His blue eyes twitched and mine filled with rage.
What the actual fuck was he doing here?
Did he fucking hurt her?
My thoughts took over, and I didn't even realise he had ran to his car, the blue one. I turned around and walked towards him, but he ended up driving away.
I ran up to Amaya's floor, only to find her door halfway open. I stepped inside and searched for Amaya, I also closed and locked the door behind me. I heard her soft voice from "our" room, so I ran there, I needed to make sure she was okay.
"Amaya?" I spoke softly when I laid my eyes on her.
She was laying in her bed, hugging her blanket, half naked. All she was wearing was her underwear, her bra was messed up, and the straps falling down her shoulders.
She was murmuring "please, please" until she heard me.
Did he rape her?
"Are you okay?" I asked and stepped closer, my hand brushed against her back, but she immediately sat straight up, covering herself properly with her blanket.
"Don't touch me!" she yelled, as tears left her eyes.
"Sorry! Sorry!" I pleaded back.
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I took my time with Amaya, very slowly and carefully, I managed to get her to tell me what happened. And the thing that I dreaded the most happened, Chris raped her. I gave her a moment of peace, letting her breathe.
"Can I hug you?" I asked later on. She nodded and I leaned in, my hands traveled to her back, and I softly pulled her to me.
She put her head in my lap, and I rubbed my hand up her head and down to her neck, she didn't want me touching her back.
I leaned back on the bed frame, and stayed in that position, since we both fell asleep, or at least I did.
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When I woke up, Amaya was in her pijamas, and laying right next to me. I was comfortably laying on one of the pillows instead of the hard frame.
"Morning," I said. Amaya smiled at me, but her eyes were still closed.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"I'm going back to sleep," she murmured, I giggled before getting up.
"I have to go, but I promise you that I'll be back soon." I said and only got an "mhm" in reply.
I headed to the kitchen and found some eggs in the fridge, which I made two omelettes with, and I ate mine. I left the one I made for Amaya in the fridge, where she would see it once she would open the fridge.
I put my shirt from yesterday back on and headed out of the building, hurrying to my car. Once I got in I didn't even bother putting my seatbelt on, I was eager to get revenge.
I drove home, and when I arrived the first thing I did was to go into our "info room".
Thankfully, Jack was sitting there, typing in his computer.
"Jack!" I yelled. He turned all his attention to me and spoke; "Where the hell were you?"
"At Amaya's. Anyways, I need you to do something for me." I said.
"And what would that be?" Jack asked.
"I need you to track this car." I said and showed him the picture of the license plate.
"Okay," he said and typed something in his second computer.
"I'll tell you in a minute."
"Hurry. We need to find him." I replied.
Jack did his magic and a few minutes later, he found the car.
"It seems like it's parked, in a different city."
"Well, is it far?" I asked and raised my voice.
"No, it's quite close, it's in Richmond."
"Okay. We need to leave, now."
"Okay! Let me just-" I cut Jack off; "No, we need to leave now. Put your shoes on and then we're out the door."
Jack sighed before getting his shoes and putting them on, while I sent a message to Serge Moreau, telling him that he needed to drive us to Richmond. He obviously agreed and when Jack was finished, we left.
"Good morning, Davians." Serge said.
"Good morning, Moreau" Jack replied.
"Get in the car, we need to leave now." I said.
"Are you planning on telling me what happened any time soon?" Jack asked.
"Chris, the man that we're looking for, he's Amaya's ex." I said
"That's all?" Jack asked. I took a deep breath borre replying; "He raped Amaya."
"What? When?" Jack asked and his eyes widened at the news.
"Last night." I said.
I felt my eyes stinging. He hurt her, he raped her, and I wasn't there to help her. My poor girl, she didn't deserve any of this, and me, I don't fucking deserve her. She's such an amazing woman going out with a guy that's full of shit, I mean, I'm literally part of the mafia, and I couldn't even help her while she was in danger. I'm a fucking asshole.
"Hey, you okay bro?" Jack asked, I felt his hand going up and down on my arm; "I'm such an idiot." I said.
"Chase, it's not your fault. You didn't know!"
"But I did! I fucking knew that something was off all fucking night, and I decided to stay at that stupid party instead of saving Amaya!" I yelled, admitting my true feelings to him.
Then the unexpected happened. I felt tears. I had never cried for anyone before. Not even for my own father. And yet here I am, crying for my girl. The girl that I failed to protect.
"I'm going to fucking kill him," I murmured.
"Chase, you can't be serious." Jack softly said.
"Right, I'm going to torture him first, and then I'm going to kill him."
"That's more like it," Jack said sarcastically, which made me smile, though tears were still flowing from my eyes.
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We arrived at our destination, outside of a house. From one of the windows, I could see a family probably having a family dinner, but Chris was nowhere to be seen, but I found his car right outside of the house. Maybe it's the house he grew up in?
Me and Jack along with Nicholas, one of my men, got in from the backyard, and I immediately recognised Chris' dark and rusty voice from the stairs.
I nodded at Nicholas, he went up first, then he nodded at me once he spotted Chris. Jack and I followed, slowly to not make any noise.
By the time we reached upstairs, Chris was tied up to a bed by the wrists, he also had duct tape on his lips keeping him silent. He was standing frightened.
I noticed Nicholas standing by an open window, where we would exit from. Jack joined him and I went to were Chris was standing.
"Listen, I'll take the tape off, but," I began and put a full gun against his temple "if you make the slightest noise, I won't hesitate to shoot you" I whisper yelled.
He nodded and I ripped the tape off. He winced and I pressed the gun harder against him.
"You raped Amaya, huh?" I asked and raised my voice a little.
He looked at me with fearful eyes. I punched him and he yelled a loud "Ow!" I grabbed him by the hair and made him face me properly, and I slapped the duct tape on him again.
And now that he would be silent, I punched him again, and again, and again. I felt my knuckles ache, but that didn't stop me, that just satisfied my anger.
I punched him again and again until I was out of breath.
"You mess with my fucking girl?" Oh, you're gonna get it know!" I said and punched him again. His whole face was bleeding, and so were my knuckles.
I punched him harder than all the other times, making him fall on his knees. Blood was dripping down to his white shirt.
I grabbed his throat and chocked him, then I asked about my little knife to Jack, he handed it to me and then I let go and sliced his throat, making him bleed out, leaving him no hope of surviving.
But that wasn't enough, I grabbed the gun that had fallen and shot him twice in the chest. "Fuck...you, and Amaya." he yelped, which resulted to being his last words, he completely fell to the floor. Revenge is sweet.
"Chris!" I heard a woman yell and start running up the stairs. We left immediately, the only thing I heard gofer driving off, was her screaming; "NO,CHRIS, NO NOT YOU."
I sat back in the car and let my thoughts take over.
~HIS MAFIA AND HIS GIRL~