Ours to Ruin, page 13
Is this it? Are they really going to kill me like this?
The men were about to tear her panties while she was still moaning and screaming her head off when a gunshot rang out, and a bullet struck her squarely between the eyes. The man responsible coldly stated that she had interrupted their playtime and so he had to get rid of her.
“Please, don’t let them do this. Please… I’m sorry. I won’t let anyone touch me again. Please,” I gestured at them both.
Did they not have any shred of humanity??
Abby was in a lot of pain, but I could tell he was crying for that woman, just like me.
“Leave. My men will drop off her body for you all to have a blast.” Master Ezra barked orders, leaving just the four of us alone.
My eyes once again frantically darted in all the directions, but still I couldn’t find Rafferty.
“Are you searching for your Rafferty, baby?” he asked, pointing at Abby. “There he is, a cute boy with brown hair, blue eyes, but without limbs. Doesn’t he look exactly like your Rafferty?”
“Abby didn’t do anything. I swear, all we were doing was planting rosebuds, nothing else. He didn’t deserve this,” I gestured, crying.
Master Roy’s forceful punch collided with my abdomen, making me cough and throw up blood. The side of my stomach throbbed where he punched me.
“You never gave us such endearing nicknames, even after spending weeks with us. And now, after meeting him just yesterday, you’re giving him cute names?” he barked at me.
What didn’t get under his skin? And how was I supposed to come up with cute names for monsters like them? If they think I would do that, they were completely delusional.
Master Roy was such a jealous control freak.
“Oh, and that Rafferty kid? He might be dead by now. I’ve already killed nineteen Raffertys, and your Rafferty might be one of ‘em,” Master Ezra stated nonchalantly.
“Nineteen Raffertys, brother? That’s quite a body count. I took down nearly thirteen Raffertys. My men tracked down the last one hiding in Malaysia,” Master Roy said with a triumphant grin.
Thirty-two Raffertys died because of me? The weight of guilt settled on me as I broke down, sobbing harder.
So Rafferty didn’t betray me, and these two monsters were lying to me this whole time. The uncertainty of Rafferty’s fate made me prioritize Abby’s safety and think carefully about my next steps.
“I promise you both that from now on, it will be only us three, please,” I pleaded. But Master Ezra reached for his gun and aimed it directly at Abby.
Spotting a scalpel in Master Roy’s pocket, I impulsively grabbed hold of it. Master Roy didn’t seem to care even though he noticed me taking it.
I put the scalpel on my wrist while begging for his life.
I didn’t care if I did die after this, but I would do whatever it took to protect him from them.
“Leave him,” I begged, my trembling body betraying my fear as I gestured desperately.
I didn’t want to kill myself.
“After you pulled this stunt,” Master Ezra asked me, “do you have any idea where we’ll go, baby?”
“She doesn’t give a damn about her grandparents or parents, all she cares about is saving this boy!” Master Roy scoffed.
The scalpel slipped from my grasp, landing with a thud as I hastily joined my hands together, begging for their forgiveness.
Master Ezra came up to me and got down on his knees.
“Will you start talking to us instead of using those damn gestures, and will you give us cute names?” he asked, gently stroking my cheeks and planting tender kisses on my lips and both my eyes.
I immediately nodded, but then I realized my mistake.
“Y-Yes, I-I pr-promise,” I managed to say.
“You know,” he sighed, his lips pressing against mine in a passionate kiss, “I fucking love you. That’s why, despite your disobedience, I haven’t hurt you yet.” I had no choice but to reciprocate his kiss.
Did he even have a clue what he was talking about?
“Why did we have to love you so much, piscín? I guess we are all fools when it comes to love,” Master Roy sighed.
“Bear in mind, forgiveness won’t be guaranteed the next time,” Master Ezra warned me.
If this was their version of forgiving, I couldn’t even fathom what they considered punishment.
All I wanted was for Abby to escape from this place with his life intact. The thought of another death because of me was unbearable.
Getting to his feet, Master Ezra locked eyes with Master Roy, who flashed him a wide grin of agreement.
Master Ezra freed me and ripped my tattered dress while Master Roy came up from behind and tore my bra. I quickly covered my breasts with my arms.
Were they going to take me in front of him?
In the next moment, I screamed at the top of my lungs, leaving my lungs empty and my heart thumping.
Master Roy shot Abby’s right eye and Master Ezra shot his left, making his blood splatter all over my face and body.
Neither of them could be trusted.
“Y-you b-both t-told m-me—” But before I could complete the sentence, Master Ezra and Roy dropped to their knees in front of me, resting their heads on my lap.
“Nobody breathes after coming between the three of us. Nobody,” Master Ezra said, nuzzling his nose against the cast on my right leg. Master Roy licked my toes, ankle, and eventually my calf with tender kisses.
All of a sudden, they both stopped and stared at me.
Master Ezra extended his hand, giving me a look that dared me to refuse. After I held his hand, Master Roy placed his hand on top of mine.
“What did you promise us, baby?” Master Ezra asked me.
“I’ll love you both the way you want me to,” I sniffled, looking at them.
“And?” Master Roy pushed me to keep going.
“I-I am only your woman,” I whimpered. “I will always obey you both.”
“We promise you that from today on, you will be treated like our woman should be, but one misstep—” Master Roy began, but I cut him off by placing my lips on his. With tears slipping out of my eyes, I bobbed my head to express my willingness to be theirs.
“That wi-will nev-never happen,” I stammered, shuddering. “I will never do anything to get into trouble,” I gestured, realizing I wouldn’t be able to speak the last part.
“Never forget that,” Master Ezra whispered, his lips softly brushing against the knuckles on my right hand, while Master Roy did the same to the left.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Veronica
“Those who have a why to live can bear with almost any how. Always remember these words by my favorite psychologist Viktor Frankl,” Doctor Jasmine said.
“Why me? Why does it always have to be me? It’s my fault they all got killed. Their cries keep me up at night. They still give me nightmares.” I whimpered, remembering Abby’s death and imagining the screams of others who died because of me.
“Suffering ceases to exist at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of a sacrifice. Why don’t you look at it this way? By letting them go, you saved them the suffering.” A cascade of tears slipped out of my eyes when the weight of her words started drowning me.
“What do you want me to do? Just forget everything like it never happened and move on? Those monsters have taken every bit of hope I had for my future.”
She listened to me without saying anything and took a book out of her fancy Hermes bag.
“I’ll be reading you a paragraph from a book written by Viktor Frankl, and we will stop after that. The book shows us a glimpse of his life in the concentration camp where he lost his beloved wife,” she said, finding the page she was looking for.
“We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms - to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.” She looked up and smiled at me.
Everything was running down my face—tears, snot, and saliva—as I finally started making sense of the words that reached my head and heart.
To anyone who hadn’t suffered, it must be nonsense. But for me, my psychologist had made sense out of nonsense.
“Between stimulus and response, there is a space, Veronica. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom. Will you remember this until we see each other again?” I kept nodding at her like crazy, not wanting any more self-realization to wreck me today.
“But before we park our session for today, I want to give you your homework.” Opening my diary, I waited for her to continue.
“Next time we meet, you will have to prepare a list of people and things you want and don’t want in your life in next five years. And Veronica, be smart and leave their names off the unwanted list. Remember, they’re paying for your therapy.” She chuckled and I mirrored her laughter, bobbing my head.
Getting up, she adjusted her A-line floral skirt, paired with a white floral shirt, and the reading glasses that completed her look.
She was so beautiful.
The brothers got her on board to treat my selective mutism and give me therapy. She was one of the best psychologists in the States and her visits were, like, five thousand dollars a pop. I couldn’t believe it when I found out she charged that much for one visit, but the brothers paid her for twenty visits in advance. I didn’t know how someone could have that much money, but one thing I was sure of was that they were loaded enough to feed the entire country forever.
I’d see these massive cartons full of money being stuffed in basements almost every day, from the money collected by their clubs, casinos, and Mafia dealings.
Whenever she was around, they acted all nice, talked sweetly, and laughed at her jokes. I had no idea why, but one day she just spilled the beans that she was Doctor Shreta’s best friend, and then everything clicked.
When she left the room, I got up and decided to go straight to the kitchen. I was starving since I hadn’t eaten breakfast and it was already past lunchtime.
I cautiously made my way down the stairs, avoiding eye contact with their guards, but then a sudden and violent shove knocked me off balance, causing me to tumble down several steps until I landed on the third floor.
I glanced up and saw both the madams. Ezra and Roy’s fiancées stared at me with bitter hostility, their smirks filled with malice.
Just when I was about to get up, Madam Amanda pressed her stiletto into my leg, causing me to yelp in agony. “This bitch took our place and stole our men, fucking whore.” She moved her foot to press her stiletto against my stomach.
“They told us to leave their estate tonight, but I won’t leave until I deal with this slut,” Madam Rebecca scoffed.
They pulled out butcher knives from their back pocket, which they’d been hiding, and I just closed my eyes, ready to welcome my end at their hands with open arms. I didn’t feel anything. I was numb and truly didn’t care if they killed me; at least I’d be free. But when I opened my eyes, I saw them dropping the butcher knives they were holding.
They started moving backward, their eyes wide with fear, while I anxiously turned around to see who had caused such a vehement reaction. But as soon as I saw who was standing behind me, my breath caught in my throat and my heart started racing.
The brothers were there, and a single look from Master Ezra was all it took for me to understand his silent demand: get up and fix myself.
For the past several weeks, they had been training me how to act and behave like their woman for lavish events, galas, and any public appearances.
I stood straight, making sure to keep a safe distance from all of them, allowing myself a few extra seconds to react if anyone decided to strike.
Running away like last time wasn’t an option. I knew the consequences, and they just kept getting worse and worse.
When I glanced back, their fiancées were tearing up.
“I’m really sorry, please let me go,” Madam Amanda begged, kneeling in front of them, while Madam Rebecca followed suit.
“Come here, piscín,” Master Ezra demanded, and without hesitation, I found myself moving toward him.
When I reached his side, he immediately enveloped me in his arms, pressing my face into his chest to shield me from the brutality that was about to unfold.
“Please don’t do it, M-Mast—” I pleaded, attempting to look at him, but he forcefully pulled me closer to him, silencing me.
As a hand brushed against my waist, I immediately recognized it was Master Roy’s. It was at that moment that I heard his sinister voice.
“No mistake goes unpunished here, especially when it concerns you,” he howled, his voice echoing through the air.
Suddenly, two gunshots rang out, followed by the thuds of two bodies hitting the ground.
Master Ezra let go of me, and as I turned around, I was greeted by the unsettling sight of two lifeless bodies, the same ones I had been threatened by moments ago.
I approached their lifeless bodies and sat down beside them, whispering apologies for my role in their deaths. Their heads bore the gruesome evidence of two bullets, each one piercing the space between their eyes.
Master Ezra’s irritation was evident as he picked me up and scooped me in his arms, his grip tighter than usual.
“Man, these whores nowadays,” he grumbled, eyeing their bodies, while Master Roy just shook his head, kicking them on his way past them.
“Let’s determine her punishment first,” Master Roy grinned, “and then delight in tormenting those lifeless bodies.”
Didn’t they give me their word that they would treat me like their woman?
“M-Masters,” I stammered, my voice quivering and tears streaming down my cheeks as Master Ezra carried me inside our room, “y-you b-both promised.”
He shot me a menacing look before roughly setting me down on the bed.
“P-please,” I pleaded, “at least tell me where I went wrong.” Before I could finish, Master Roy grabbed my jaw and locked eyes with me.
Why were his eyes all dark and crazy once again?? I didn’t even gesture this time.
“What did we teach you, baby??” Master Ezra whispered seductively in my ear, biting my neck.
I started thinking about what I could have done wrong, and then it suddenly dawned on me. As I glanced at them, their smirks grew wider, taunting me now that I had finally realized my mistake.
Their intense gazes sent a surge of adrenaline through me, urging me to flee in that very moment, but I resisted, knowing the consequences.
One thing I knew for certain was that Master Ezra was a man of his word. On the other hand, Master Roy was a conniving and manipulative monster.
“You’ve got two minutes to fix your mistake,” Master Ezra said, as they stood firmly by the edge of the bed, their gazes focused on me.
I fixed my dress and went over to them.
I went behind Master Roy, took off his jacket, and kissed his lips.
“I missed you, R-R-Roy,” I stuttered, my heart pounding in my chest, desperately hoping to avoid getting into trouble by uttering his name.
They made it clear that they no longer wanted me to address them as masters.
With a rough tug, Roy pulled at my hair, pressing me tightly against him. I could feel his lips grazing my ear as he inhaled the scent of my hair, letting out a low moan.
“I missed you so much,” he rasped, giving me a kiss on the cheek and stepping back.
I noticed how Master Roy’s gaze lingered between my legs, causing me to instinctively press my thighs together, which they both noticed.
I glanced at Master Ezra, who was waiting for me to come to him. He reached out his hands for me to take.
I went behind him and removed his suit jacket, revealing his crisp white shirt.
“I missed you E-E-Ezra,” I whispered, my words stumbling over each other as I pressed my face against his chest, desperately attempting to hide the deepening blush that had consumed my cheeks and neck.
“Seems like I have to get my kiss,” he said with a mischievous grin before playfully pushing me onto the bed, his weight hovering over me.
He went all out, kissing me aggressively and then licking my face for a solid five minutes until he finally pulled away, sensing my breathlessness.
But before I knew it, he had unzipped my dress while Master Roy smoothly slid it down, revealing my panties. Master Ezra pulled my dress down from the front, exposing my breasts.
I was lying there, gasping for air, when they both hopped out of bed. They couldn’t keep their eyes off my breasts, and I didn’t bother to cover up.
One thing I knew by now was to enjoy it while it last.
“This is her first strike in the last twenty-five days, right?” Master Ezra asked Master Roy.
“It’s your turn to decide her punishment this time.” Master Roy smirked, his voice filled with wicked delight.
“P-Punishment??” I let out, feeling a shiver crawl down my spine, but not once attempting to get away from them or cover myself up.
“Did you forget, baby? Nothing goes unpunished here, especially if it’s about you.” Master Ezra chuckled, his warm breath tickling my ear as he swiftly zipped up my dress. He playfully tossed me over his shoulder, taking me to god knows where.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Veronica
I was slouched on Master Ezra’s shoulder, with Master Roy trailing behind.
I glanced at him, and he just winked, making me blush and him crack up.
Finally reaching the entrance of a locked room, Master Ezra gently placed me on the ground and unlocked the door with a touch of his index finger on the scanner.
