Devil May Care (Diablo Mafioso Book 1) by K.C. Stone

Author:K.C. Stone [Stone, K.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Knox Publishing
Published: 2021-01-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Matteo

When she lifted her shirt, I was not sure where this was going, until I saw her back and rib cage scattered with scars. There were thin white thatched lines puckered in some places and thicker pink raised ones in others. You can tell she was struck again when the first lashes had not healed yet. The depth of her markings tell me they were laid with a fire of hate I have never seen. Only someone so sick and vile could do something like this to an innocent person. I may be the devil, but the thought makes me sick that they lashed out that kind of hate on a child. Gently I run my fingers across them softly all the while bile rising and my stomach churns. Who would do this to a child? I have killed men for lesser crimes especially when it comes to a child. I swallow the bile rising in my throat.

“Finish,” was all I barely make out.

“One day, one of the men drug me outside by my hair. I remember a part of me was hoping that the handful he had would just rip out. If I could some way just stop myself, he would rip it out and I would be free, that was until he put me in the trunk of a car. I laid back there for what felt like hours but I knew I needed to get out. That was my opening, the one I had prayed for, so I felt around in the darkness for anything that could help and in the back of the car was a tire iron. I don’t think they realized it was in there. I gripped it so tightly my knuckles locked around it. When the car stopped and the trunk opened, I started swinging. I put all the hurt and pain, all my rage into swinging. When I felt the iron hit something, I ran. They chased me, caught me for a moment but when I saw the anger in his eyes, I hit him once more with everything I had. I imagined the beatings, the starvation, the torture and I knew I couldn’t live through that, they wouldn’t let me.

“So, I ran again and came to a cliff, I thought to myself, I could let them catch me and I would die at their hands or I could jump. So, I jumped. When I hit the water below, I wanted to die, it hurt so bad, stole my breath, but I survived it. After that I went from place to place, never stayed very long. I was always afraid that they would find me. Your mother found me six months after I had escaped. I honestly think they believe I’m dead or not worth their time and that’s all I need them to think. She took me in and now here I am.” I finished and it felt like a weight was lifted off me.

“How much does she know, other than what she’s explained to me?” I question.

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