The Don’s Daughter In His Cage
Chapter 3
The blade sliced through my skin.
Flesh peeled back. Hot blood spilled out. It dripped onto the marble table.
"Hold her tight!" Stella shrieked with joy.
Julian pressed me flat against the edge. His sick breath hit my ear.
"Hurry up and die, Vivian. I can't wait to collect your money."
My heart turned to ice. The man I loved was pure evil. The pain ripped a scream from my throat.
"Ahhhh!"
Stella raised the bloody cutter again. This time, she aimed right for my eye!
I jerked my head in pure terror.
The blade missed my eye but slashed my temple. It cut deep to the bone. Blood instantly blinded my left eye.
"Hahaha! Serves you right!"
Stella, Julian, and Chloe looked at my bloody face. They laughed like lunatics.
I was breaking. The pain was blinding. Even my breaths tasted like blood.
I let the blood drip off my chin. I glared at them through a crimson haze.
Even bleeding out, I gave them a look of pure death. That look pissed Stella off even more.
"Still glaring at me?!" Stella fumed. Her wicked eyes dropped to my right hand. "You're a painter, right? Let's see you paint without a hand!"
"Julian! Pin her right hand!"
Julian was loving it. He slammed my right hand flat onto the marble.
He drove his knee hard into my lower back. I couldn't move.
Stella turned around. She grabbed a heavy bronze statue from the desk.
She lifted it high. She aimed at my hand and smashed it down with all her might!
"Ugh!"
Bones shattered. The world went black. A muffled groan escaped my throat. Tears poured down my face.
Agony ripped through my nerves. My right hand was completely destroyed.
"No... my hand..." I sobbed in absolute despair.
Stella leaned in close. She wanted to watch me suffer.
I gritted my teeth. I used the pain. I threw my entire body forward and headbutted her right in the face!
My forehead crushed her nose.
"Ahhhh!" Stella shrieked. Blood spurted from her nose. She stumbled backward.
Her face twisted in pain. She lunged at me in a fury. She grabbed the lace collar of my dress and ripped it!
The cheap lace tore. And she violently yanked the old silver necklace off my neck.
It was my mother's dying gift. Julian always thought it was cheap junk.
Clack.
The silver pendant hit the marble floor. The cheap silver shell cracked wide open.
The room fell dead silent.
Because out of the broken shell, a heavy, solid gold medallion dropped to the marble. A dark falcon crest gleamed under the lights.
It was the Valenti family's most sacred token. The ultimate symbol of power, held only by the Don himself!
Stella stopped screaming.
She stared at the unique token on the floor. She knew exactly what it meant.
Pure terror swallowed her alive. She shook uncontrollably. Her lips turned pale as she backed away.
I didn't care about my torn dress. I looked at the door with my bloody eyes. I roared with tears and despair.
"Victor! Get out here and look at what your damn men are doing!"
Hearing the Don's name again made Stella crack.
To hide her massive fear, she screamed louder. "It's fake! It's a fake token! You cheap bitch! You dared to forge the family crest!"
"Julian! Strip her naked! Throw her to the auction block right now! Let a hundred men take turns with her!"
Julian's eyes flashed with sick excitement.
He didn't hesitate. He reached out his dirty hands, ready to tear off whatever clothes I had left.
Just as his fingertips brushed my skin.
The Mafia Boss, Don Victor, stepped into the room. He brought an icy chill with him.
Stella and Julian jumped. Then they instantly switched back to their disgusting, ass-kissing faces.
"Don Victor! You're finally here!" Julian dropped me. He ran up to him like a dog.
But Victor didn't even look at him.
His ruthless, cold eyes cut through everyone. They locked dead onto the marble table.
He saw me. He saw the blood everywhere. And he saw his wife's golden token.
He was the cold-blooded tyrant of the American underworld.
But right now, the ruthless tyrant froze. Shock, heartbreak, and pure apocalyptic fury shattered his cold mask.
I fought through the agonizing pain. Tears and blood dripped down my face. I gave him a hopeless, broken smile.
"Daddy..."
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