Chapter XIX: Grind Them
Dante Pov
I struggled to stay still as I uncomfortably wiggled around under what felt like handcuffs. When I woke up I was hanging off of a pipe. My head ached like I was pregnant in my brain and my stomach churned as it hungrily growled for food.
In the beginning, I prayed that it was all a bad dream. I was wrong..so wrong.
The hairs on my neck stood up as my body shivered involuntarily. I could feel my stomach tightening in turmoil, now that I was aware of where I was. The place looked completely different than the other room they kept me in. This room, somehow looked more doomed. Like, I could actually feel my death in this room.
It was dark and muggy, like their wasn't enough air to go around. Taking in a deep breath, a foul smell entered my nostrils. It smelt like death, it looked like death and it tasted like death.
My face crumbled in disgust as I looked around feeling the soft whispers of the wind graze my ears. It was quiet, the only sound that could be heard was my breathing and the clanking of the handcuffs whenever I moved.
My stomach tied in a knot, causing me to groan as thick fluids ran down my thighs.
Oh god, don't let this happen. Why? Why now? I thought as some more of the fluid exited my nether regions.
I was hoping it wasn't what I thought it was, but it was.
I jolted straight when I heard footsteps approaching the room I was. Since it was so dark, I couldn't make out any doors, or any light of any kind.
What is up with these people and the pitch dark?
Since it was quiet, I panicked more when I saw the black form appear in the misty light. In the darkness, a dim red light suddenly appeared and disappeared as the figure threw the light somewhere to the ground.
A lump formed in my throat.
What was he going to do?
All of the sudden, a light illuminated throughout the room, now I was able to see what the room looked like. And honestly it was how I guessed it would be, crammed, deathly, and old.
My head snapped to the person now in the room with me after I examined the room. A dark chuckle came from his lips as he took a drag out of his cigarette, which would explain the red light.
As haunting as it was, I began to feel like I saw him from somewhere.
A smirk formed on his face, making my eye twitch because I began to feel intimidated. I couldn't stop my heart from pounding in my chest, nor the rapid breaths my breathing became when he came closer.
Even though I didn't want to, I began to stare him in the face. Trying to take imaginary photos of him in my head.
The first thing I was sure to remember was his face, as menacing as it was I noticed that he had the most vibrant baby blue eyes. The type that made your spine shiver.
Then there was his jaw and nose, which had to be the sharpest of his features. Only because they made him look extremely masculine. And then there was his physique. He was tall, tall as in, taller than Angel. I made a mental note of the scar going across his bottom lip, almost like a dog or something bit him. As he circled around me, I threw an ugly face his way. Causing his lip to turn into that of derision.
" Making ugly faces like that, Bella? It doesn't suit you at all." He said, still going around me. Looking me up and down. I mean I was literally like a statue to his eyes observing me.
" You do know that, I don't give a damn." I spat, narrowing my eyes at him as he stopped his skulking and stood in front of me.
"I don't like your tone, Bella" He snarled. This time getting really close into my personal space.
As I tried moving forward, the handcuffs on my hands reminded me that I was completely defenseless in this situation. I sucked my teeth, and angrily stared at him. The most conniving smile coming to his face as I tried moving closer, only for the handcuffs to clank and stop me.
" You do have a temper, don't you?" He asked, as a coy smile came to his face. He crossed his arms and stared at me.
Do you know how badly I want to hurt him?
" That's none of your damned business." I challenged, showing just as much coyness and disgust as he was.
" And here I was trying to be nice." He scoffed, watching her eyes close to 1/4 of their actual size to glare at him.
" NICE?" I asked, completely baffled by his outburst.
" Yes, nice." He said. My nostrils flared and i now couldn't help the disgusted snarl coming to my face.
" What about being kidnapped is nice. Being beaten up like some ragdoll, and tortured to no extent?How about I stick a gun up your ass, how would that make you feel?" I questioned, bewildered by the fact that this was actually happening. That he was actually being that fucking stupid.
Irked by her statement, he lastly said crazy bitch before he backhanded her.
Like all the other hands that came down onto my face, it stung to feel such powerful big hands striking my skin.
The tears came as suddenly as the pain, I wasn't able to suppress my anger anymore. I wasn't able to hold back hitting him anymore, because whenever I fight back it just make things worse for me.
" You will be dealt with later." He stated coldly as he flattened his tie and retreated to wherever he came from.
" You will be dealt with later" I mocked, as light chuckles came from my mouth. Of course I will be dealt with later, when does it ever stop? My wrist started to hurt from all the weight I was putting on the handcuffs. My legs felt weak and I couldn't help but to feel drained. Drained of my self-rights, dignity, and pride.
I felt humiliated.
From little dribbles of tears, they quickly became waterfalls. I drastically sobbed, unable to stop my howl like cries. I felt like there was a hole in my chest. A hole, that would never be filled. My body shook from crying, and more tears came from my eyes.
For about an hour, I cried my eyes out. I was unresponsive to everything at the moment. Unable to smell, to hear, to feel.
Could I just die?
Was that a definite now?
My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a loud thumping sound coming for my room.
Was this that?
How I would be dealt with. Was I going to be beaten or gang raped? Tortured, or forced to please them with my body? Or would they just kill me?
The stampede approached the room I was in, or could you even call it that? I don't know, I just wanted them to hurry up and get it over with. Like a swarm of wasps, they all crowded around me.
Everything happened so fast that I wasn't prepared for the fist colliding with my face. After that another punch was made to my face. In this whole moment I remained dull to the fact that I was going to be beaten to a pulp. From the impact, my lip bust and a swelling pain erupted throughout my lower jaw. Next came the most painful punch to my stomach, I choked on my saliva as I felt a cramping pain in my stomach. I didn't scream nor did I cry, I just took it.
After a long pause, no one hit me. Until someone actually kneed me in my stomach. I let out a nasty hurl, as I coughed. Twice more I was kneed in the stomach. The pain was...
I can't even describe how painful it was.
Another fist connected with my nose and mouth, causing me to spit up blood.
After the last punch was thrown, I was out cold. Not even able to recognize the pain when the darkness beckoned me.
I felt a warm liquid on my cupids bow as it slid down the crack of my lips. Someones hand push my head into something hard. The room began to spin and a throbbing sensation radiated all throughout my head. After that, I finally succumbed to the darkness, letting it consume me whole.
3rd POV
After a few more good hits, all of the men left the room. Or they thought they were going to leave the room.
The man the most sorry for what happened to the lady, blocked all of the bastards from leaving out. He had painfully watched those monsters beat that women to death. Now it was his turn to kill them to death.
He felt guilty for just standing there, but at the moment that was all he could do. His mission would be compromised if he didn't go by it's file. But let there be any serious harm to the woman, he would be allowed to kill them. For so long he had wanted to kill them. Looks like he was finally going to get the chance.
" C'mon Donnie, get away from the door." Majority of them shouted, upset that Donnie was keeping them from playing their stupid spades.
" I'm sorry boys, but." From the band of his waist, Donnie whipped out an machine gun quickly setting fire to all of the bastards that were in that bullshit room.
Mercilessly, Donnie watched as each of them dropped like dolls. He wasn't leaving any room for survivors. He was going to blast all of these fuckers to hell, and hope that they asses would be blasted even more when they got there.
When he noticed that each and everyone of them were dead on the ground, he threw the gun onto one of their faces. Now relieved that all of those shitheads were dead, and out of his hair.
After two minutes of just staring at their dead bodies, he remembered the badly beaten woman in the corner of the room. As he slowly approached her slumped body, he got down on one knee. He noticed a number of different cuts and open wounds on her legs.
Jesus. Was all he thought as his eyes trailed up her body. He saw the bruises on her arms and legs.
" Dios Mio." He grimaced disgusted with everything those pigs did to her. In all honesty all Andy wanted to do was kill everyone that worked here, and Georgi. But he knew that someone else would want that bad blood. It wasn't for Donnie to touch.
' arms went behind Dante as he grabbed her wrists, and gently removed the handcuffs. Her body fell forward, and Donnie quickly caught her. He wasn't sure if he should throw her over his shoulder or carry her like a baby. Putting her on his shoulder could cause her more pain in her abdomen, carrying her like a baby would feel like he's in a relationship with her.
I mean, if there was this girl you just saw get beat up and she fell unconscious how exactly would you deal with the situation.
Going against carrying her on his shoulder, he scooped her up from under knees and carried her through the dead bodies and into the hallway making a right turn down the dimly lit tunnel.
Donnie sped down the hall, to the red exit sign just above the door.
When he finally was there he pushed it open with his hip, going out and running to his car. If he was to get caught when she was with him, that would be a big problem. Only because he would be vulnerable if he didn't have both of his hands.
Donnie stepped out into the dark night, the chilling breezes kissing his skin.
Balancing all of Dante's weight onto his right arm he opened the door, gently laying her in the back seat and making sure that she was in a comfortable enough position. He closed the door, and walked to the drivers side. But before he could open the door he heard footsteps approaching.
Donnie didn't panic, nor did he feel the need to run away he just calmly opened his door and almost got to sit down in his chair before that idiot interrupted him.
" Hey Donnie, where you goin?" He asked. This guy.
Not answering him, Donnie spun on his heel and slowly pulled a pistol from the front of his pants of his waist.
Donnie pointed the gun at Francis, the fucker that sicked the gang of men on the lady.
" Whoa, Donnie! What's with the hostility?" Francis surrendered holding his hands up, as he nervously smiled.
With a bored expression and pulled back the hammer. A hard stoic stare.
He could visibly see francis gulp from where he was standing.
Silently, and camly Donnie let down his gun, and turned back around to get into his car.
" It was great talking to ya." Francis said, as he nervously swayed on his feet.
Donnie pulled off, and left the grounds of Georgi's hideout. Which wasn't a very good one since it was so easy to find.
Two and a half hours later
Donnie got dante out of his backseat and carried her through the revolving doors to the firm. Since it was very late at night, there was no one there besides security and the receptionists.
He carried her through the lobby and walked further back to the numbers of elevators, where he picked the first one. Since Dante was in his arms he had to press the elevator button very funnily. For a minute he waited for an elevator.
When the elevator came he stepped on, shifting all of Dante's weight onto his left arm when he went to press the PH button on the golden panel. As the elevator began it's slow journey up to the Penthouse, Donnie looked down at Dante. Did he see through all of those cuts and bruises on her face?
Of course?
Did he he notice how beautiful she was?
Hell yeah.
He continued to stare at her as her chest moved achingly slow. She looked awful, and her body felt frail in his arms now that he mentioned it. Her hair was a mess and her clothes looked tattered.
If she had been his women...he would never let her leave his sight. Not even for a split second if she knew what kind of business he was into. As beautiful as she was, how could they do that?
Resting her head on his shoulder he stepped off the elevator and walked down the solemn halls.
He was walking down the hall to Mr. Mathers office. Watching as her chest moved slowly, just thinking about how fragile she was.
He bust through the doors of the office and rushed Dante to the big desk in Mr. Mathers office
The 47 year old man looked strikingly young for his old age. From his brown hair to his hard blue eyes he couldn't help but to care for the unconscious women in his sons' arms.
" Jesus, son what happened to her?" His father asked him as he shoved everything off of his desk.
Donnie remained silent as his father asked him the hardest question to be answered.
" Please tell me you didn't let these pigs do this to her?" His father asked him, grabbing his arm and stopping Donnie from doing what he was doing to stare him in the eyes.
Donnies' face contorted to that of the most regrettable face ever. Sorrily he stared down at Dante, looking at all of her open wounds and bruises.
" I couldn't do anything about it." Donnie spoke up as he watched his father's hands slide down to her chest where he lightly pushed down.
" What do you mean you couldn't do anything about it? You're my son and I know you wouldn't just stand there and let this happen. What happened Donnie?" Questioned Mr. Mathers matter of fact-ly and skeptically as his hands slid to her rib cage where he felt something odd and funny. Donnie watched as his fathers eyebrows furrowed completely dismissing there conversation his fathers eyes met his and the look in his eyes told Donnie that something was wrong.
" Feel the left side of her side here" His father instructed as his hands moved away and Donnie slowly slide his hand to the left side of her rib cage. It felt perfectly fine and normal to him.
" Now feel the right side." His father said hauntingly, Donnie nodded his head and slowly felt theright side. It felt funny to him. It was almost like something was broken...her left side felt complete and full while the right felt like their was missing something.
" Call an ambulance." His father told him. Donnie quickly took his hands from body and walked around his fathers desk for the office phone.
Dialing 9-1-1 he waited patiently as he heard the other line ringing. While he waited his eyes drifted to his father where he saw that his old man was really stressing. Or just really wanting to hurt whoever did this to her.
His father was like that. The old fashioned type. You mess with one of us.. you mess with all. But she hadn't been none of them and his father felt like he had an responsibility. Donnie felt the exact way to. Finally someone had picked up the phone and Donnie turned his back to speak, but stopped when he heard the line go dead. Confused he turned around to see that his father had ended the call.
" How are we going to explain a beaten up little girl to the hospital and police?" He asked Donnie.
" Boss?" Donnie questioned making his father stop his pacing, and raise up a hand.
" Do not call me that I am your father." His father snapped, as he placed both hands on his hips and stared hard at Donnie before he started pacing again.
" Call Angel, see if he can get any information on Georgi. Then I want you to tell him to met me at the Villa. Do you understand ?" Adore questioned as he walked around Donnie and went to the the office phone. Quickly he dialed a number and immediately started speaking into the phone.
Donnie spaced out, to focused on Dante to hear what his father was saying.
Donnie watched her, he watched how serene and peaceful she looked while she could still be in pain. It amazed him.
" DONNIE BOY!" Adore, yelled snapping his fingers in Donnie's face to get his attention. Out of his daydreaming Donnie quickly turned his head to look at his father.
" Drive her to the Villa. I will be back with Gunzo and Rita when I arrive." Adore said as he hurriedly grabbed his jacket and put his gun in its holster. Donnie nodded when his father came to him and kissed his forehead patting his cheek as he called Donnie his boy and told him to be safe. Averting his gaze to the women, Adore somewhat frowned and walked over to her body placing a pocketknife in the pocket of the shirt.
Donnie didn't dare miss it, what was his fathers connections to this girl that he wasn't telling him
Sighing Donnie took out his cellphone and dialed Angel's number. He waited and waited and waited. Listening to the dial tone feeling like a idiot. still the dial tone went on, feeling an headache coming on Donnie almost ended the call before he heard the phone get picked up.
" Angel, come to the Villa." Donnie commanded. His patience thinning when he heard Angel,
"pFFT." On the other end of the phone. Sighing, Donnie ran a tired hand down his face.
" Are you-?" Donnie began, only to get caught off by Angel's boisterous laughter.
" BWahhahaaha." Narrowing his eyes, Donnie turned his gaze to Dante who began to stir in her slumber.
" Please, tell me when you became my father." Angel deadpanned, the playfulness quickly leaving his being.
" It doesn't matter, just come to the Villa. " Donnie said. His patience going out the window as he lowly growled at Angel.
" Why?" Angel asked. I don't have the time for this asshole. Donnie felt like he didn't have to explain to Angel why he needed to come. If Angel didn't come then that would just mean that Donnie would have a chance to get to know Dante.
" I don't owe you anything." Donnie, spat.
" Fuck you, Donnie. I have other shit to do, and my fucking wannabe father is telling me that I need to go to his fathers fucking Villa!" Angel snapped. Fed up, Donnie said
" I'm pretty sure you won't have much to do if what you have to do is right here." Donnie challenged. Still completely calm about the whole thing.
" What the fuck? Fuck you, Donnie?" Angel yelled, as he seethed over the phone.
" Your nothing." Donnie calmly stated.
" You know what! Your right, I am nothing Donnie. I am the fucking monster your mind made up. So your right, I'm not shit. But I am your worst fucking nightmare!" Angel chortled, as he bitterly spoke to Donnie.
" Why do you have to be so damned difficult?" Donnie seriously asked. Running yet another hand down his face, now stressed that he even is talking to Angel. He should just hang up.
Donnie pulled the phone down from his ear and hung it up. Also noticing that at the same time Angel hung up.
Typical.
Donnie was shocked when he heard an ear curdling scream come from the small person on the desk, his heart was pounding so hard that he felt it in his ears.
Immediately he dropped his cellphone and ran to her side, he could see her hyperventilating as she heaved in breaths but never exhaled them out.
Out of panic he didn't know what to do beside grab her hand as she kicked furiously and turned screaming ' I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU'. He tried shushing her but it didn't work, he squeezed her hand as hard as he could as he smooth her hair out of her face, she seemed to scream louder. Screaming,
" I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" She kicked and screamed. Donnie couldn't help but think as he told her that she was safe and that those men would never touch her again. Almost instantly her frail arms went around his waist and held him tightly against her, at first Donnie was shocked but relaxed into her tight and commanding embrace as he felt her wobble and shake as she held him.
His arms slowly went around her shoulders as he let her cry on his black suit shirt. He rubbed her back as she heavily sobbed into his chest, clinging on for dear life.
" Shh, your going to be okay." He cooed as he remembered her broken rib, slowly he unwrapped her arms from around him and slowly laid her back onto the desk. Her eyes were wide out of their sockets as he stared at her.
" You were beaten pretty badly, I'd like you to rest for a bit until we get a doctor for you." he said simply as she stared at him reluctantly. He reached his hand out and she moved back afraid of what he might do to her.
" I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to feel your head." He reassured as he moved his hand much slower, so that she didn't shy away from him. She let him, he felt her head just as he said he would but he couldn't help but smooth back her hair as she lay on the desk staring at nothing in particular. The smile that came to his lips was bright as he looked into her chestnut eyes.
A phone rang throughout the office through the thick, but peaceful silence.
It rung six times before Donnie even moved to answer it. He honestly wanted to bask in the moment. He wanted to get to know Dante. Was that wrong?
That the woman he let those men touch, he wanted her.
" Hello." Donnie said as he brought the phone back up to his ear.
" What the fuck is Adore talking about?" He rudely asked as he panted into the phone.
" I don't know, Angel. What the fuck is Adore talking about?" Donnie ridiculed.
" Don't fuck with me." Angel gingerly sugar coat.
" Put her on the phone, Donnie." Angel told him in a threatening tone.
" That's not how you ask." Donnie retorted, even though he was being an asshole.
Donnie took the phone away from his ear as he walked over to Dante. He sat in the chair next to the desk.
Tenderly, he held the phone near her lap. He stared up at her with the most innocent, looking eyes and gently smiled at her.
" It's for you." For a moment she just stared down at his eyes, unsure of everything at this moment. Shyly she took the phone from his hands, and brought it to her ear.
" -Shit me. I will fucking throw you into the-" Angel ranted, until he was cut off by the most sweetest voice.
" Hello." She spoke into the receiver.
"Baby?" She heard him ask. She couldn't speak to shocked to answer.
" Baby! Talk to me?!" He begged as she took the phone from her head and stared at the screen.
" Is this a joke?" She questioned, her voice cracking.
Donnie looked at her in confusion as his eyebrows furrowed.
" Is this real? Am I even alive? Maybe they tricked me into believing that you are some nice guy but in actuality your going to beat me if i don't succumb to you, right?" She sarcastically asked Donnie, as she waved the phone in her.
"Beat you? DANTE?" On the other end of the phone, his voice got much louder.
" You shut the fuck up or I swear to Gawd as my witness?" Dante darkly threatened as she tightly gripped the phone.
Shocked by how bad Dante was shaken up, Donnie made a move to try and get the phone from her to calm her down.
" If you do so much as come near me. I can promise that you will get hurt." Dante murderously growled as she watched Donnie make a move to come closer to her.
" CALMATI!" Angel yelled through the phone. Like that Dante shut up. Only becasue Angel was the only one that always said that to her. But still she didn't believe
" I am not a fucking pig, how dare you put me in the same category as them?" Angel growled. Ready to make a remark, Angel easily shut that down.
"Shut the fuck up, and sit down. Donnie is NOT a pig, he will be with you until I get there. So, stop acting like a fucking lunatic, calmati. Je'taime." And with that Angel hung up the phone.
" I can't believe that fucking asshole!" Dante hollered bewildered. In the background Donnie chuckled, completely understanding where she was coming from. Even though she just went through something traumatic, Angel was still an asshole.
" Tell me about it." Donnie, laughed some more. Before his laughter died down, noticing a smile tug at the corner of Dantes lip. Just watching her brought the sweetest most gentlest smile to Donnie's face.
Clearing his throat, Donnie stood up and asked her if she was alright to walk. She said yes, but Donnie knew that she had a broken rib so either way, he scooped her arm and walked her out of the firm. taking her to his car.
-99hikori
YAY, Dante is no longer a prisoner. And Angel wasn't the first to get to her. How do you guys feel about that?
Who do you ship more?
Donnie x Dante
Or
ANGEL x DANTE
Chris Evans as Donnie
And sorry for any kind of mistakes
this took 4 hours to type by the way.