The Stolen Mafia Princess

Damsel is a Mess

[Trigger Warning! This episode contains references to abuse, S/A and kidnapping!]

{Margo’s POV}

When I woke up I was strung up by my wrists. They were tied above my head, with a hook between the roped suspending me in the air. I groggily looked around, and tried to take in my surroundings. My vision was blurry, and my head throbbing.

“So, you finally decided to wake up!” A voice said, in a snarky tone. “They said you were beautiful, but I didn’t expect this. You’re the perfect specimen, not to mention you’re the LaRoux family’s baby girl!” A man with dirty blonde hair, and dark brown eyes walked over to stand in front of me. “David finally slipped up enough to have you found, but don’t worry, soon you’ll be going back with us! If you’re lucky, I won’t lock you up. Instead, I’ll take you on as a mistress, and you can stay by my side!” He chuckled, his eyes dark. He slipped his hand up my thigh, and rubbed it softly. “Silky smooth skin.. supple and oh so soft!” He slipped his hand up further, resting it on my a**.

I took the opportunity to kick him square in the chest, and send him falling backwards. “Stay away from me!” I tried to sound tough, but I was so weak, and dizzy.

“A girl that has some fight in her!” He jumped back up, moving back to my side. He slapped me hard across the face and snickered. “You’re like any other horse, you just need to be broken in!”

My vision was more blurry now, and I felt blood trickle from my mouth. I spit the blood in his face, and smiled. “Jokes on you, I’m already broken, but I’ll be da**** if I let a disgusting p**** like you touch me!”

He punched me hard across the face, this time breaking my nose. Blood poured from it, and covered my face. “I’ll just have to break you again!” He smirked, running his hand down my cheek, then to my neck, and chest. He grabbed my dress, ripping the front of it open around my breasts. I cried out, and kicked him again this time in the groin. He fell to the floor, a soft whimper came from him before he stood up groaning. He punched me in my stomach, bursting my stitches, and breaking the third rib completely.

I cried out loudly, and tried to pull my knees to my chest, but I was too weak. “Now then, are you going to be good, or do I have to hit you again?” He asked, a deadly sound in this voice.

“Eat s***!” I yelled, spitting more blood in his face.

He pulled back, punching me again right in my face. My lip split open again, and I whimpered in pain.

I heard shots being fired outside, and the screams of people. I dropped my head, unable to hold it up any longer. “D*****!” He said, pulling a gun and holding it to my head.

I heard the door burst open, and a voice that sounded so sweet. “Margo!” It was Max, I looked up and saw him, Marco, Damon, and Carter all standing in the doorway.

“Not another step, or she gets it!” He said, his hand shaking slightly. I watched him, his chest was heaving, heavily, and his hands were shaking. I quickly lifted my legs to the side, and kicked away the gun. I then wrapped my legs around his head, and began to strangle him.

“You did want my legs around your head, right?” I asked, closing my legs tighter and tighter, until I heard a snap and he went limp. I dropped him to the ground and looked over at the group of stunned men. “A little help here!” I said, looking up at the ropes around my wrists and hooks that had me dangling off the ground.

“I take back everything I said before!” Damon said, as they all ran to me. Marco cut me down and helped me to my feet. I looked down, my bra was completely exposed, and below that, blood began to soak through my dress.

I took in a sharp intake of breath and tore off part of the bottom of my dress. “What are you doing?” Max asked.

I took it, and bunched it up looking to Marco. I turned away from him. “Marco, I need your jacket.. and I need you two to cover me while I get this dress off.” I said. Max covered me on one side, while Marco took off his jacket and used it to shield me on the other. I pulled off my dress, and slipped Marco’s jacket on. I grabbed the dress and held it tightly to my open wounds on my abdomen. I then took the part I tore off and held it to my nose. “He busted my stitches!” I whimpered, pushing the dress into my abdomen tightly. “I need to get to the hospital and get stitched back up now!” I turned to face them, the scars on part of my stomach on full display, the other half was covered by the bunched up dress applying pressure to try to stop the bleeding. I started to walk, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, and I stumbled.

Carter caught me, and lifted me in his arms. “Okay, let’s get you to the hospital!” He said, packing me out to the car with everyone else on our tail. He sat me down as gently as possible, but I couldn’t help the cry that left my lips. My abdomen hurt severely, my nose was broken, and my lip busted once again.

We took off towards the hospital, and soon made it. When we pulled in Angelo was there waiting with dad. Angelo pulled me from the car and rushed me inside. He looked down at me, his eyes frantic as we went inside. “Where does it hurt! How bad is it!” He asked.

“My ribs.. he broke the other one that was fractured.. and he burst open my stitches. My nose is broken, and a split lip. It just really hurts Angelo!” I whimpered as he carried me into the hospital. A group of doctors surrounded us, bringing a bed with them. Angelo laid me down gently on it, and they rolled me away. “No! I don’t want to go alone!” I cried.

Angelo rushed to my side, and smiled down at me. “You’re never going to have to go anywhere alone again!” He said, going back to the room with me.