The Goodbye Girl (Red Market Series Book 2) by A. Giannoccaro Read Free Book Online Page A

surprisingly allows the wind to enter my lungs easier. More vomit leaves me as I cough, blowing chunks out of my nose and mouth. He raises my hips into the air, my throbbing pussy staring him in the face and at his pity for more abuse that he thinks I deserve.
    “If you not such a dirty, scarred up skank, you’d be pretty.”
    My naked body is a canvas for the wickedness that he is soon to paint with blood and gore. Sharp, shooting hurt starts at the base of my neck and my body goes limp as my eyes stay awake, staring at the disgusting mud made by my fluids. If I didn’t know better, before Caesar and Mateo, this would be my normal and only version of life. I wouldn’t know how else to be treated. At least I was given glimpses of dignity and shards of love.
    I consider that while thinking about how easy it would be to give up and allow the end to hug me. That would be the road without twists and turns, one that starts with an open door as Arturo holds the key. But I don’t do easy. My strong heart has fought since I was birthed into this world that has given me every reason to die. Instead, I choose the door that is locked. I have to search for the key as my body is subjected to more lewd acts and awful exploitation.
    Fighting is what I was made for, not mutilation. I was made for their love, and I will be damned if I let that slip through the cracks of my dying heart.
    The knife threatens to tear into the skin of my back again, and I try to scream out, but the aching is too great from his repeated punches, and my cry is silent. Tears are inevitable as they stain my dirty face. Arturo laughs as the blade taps over my marred body, again frightening me as he mocks me, letting me know he can carve along my back at any moment.
    The agony of death is disbarred from me as I hear the clink of metal being tossed across the cell and a twinkle shines in the corner of the room as his shouts become a distance reminder of that hate that has been shown to me. My eyes continue to study the blade that is covered in the most beautiful shade of red. My life clings onto the deadly vane as I hang in the balance too, willing myself to battle just a little longer until I understand how to get out of here and past this terrible man. The puncture wound in my arm no longer hurts and I’m calm. It becomes easy as I face peace once again, but it’s a game of manipulation, and one I am not ready to lose.
    I hear Arturo’s zipper unfasten and his touch on my back. I want to float on to another time when my barred lover took me gently, sweetly like no one has ever loved me before, but I worry that even those times were nothing but dreams.
    Arturo spits on me again, slapping my bare ass. The pain that I used to hold on to is gone, wrestling along between then and now, just as I am.
    “Speak now, and I may let you live, little one.”
    His cock prods my entrance and I shut my eyes for a moment, thinking back to the first time Mateo took me and the innocence he had in his eyes. He gave me something he never had given someone before. His heart. His love. His soul. I have to have that again, but I am not sure how. The craziness I wish for is sluggishly leaving me.
    The once awe-consuming discomfort is dissipating like a steady wave in the ocean, soothing me with the certainty of death. I open my eyes as Arturo rams his dick inside of my abused cunt.
    “Love does not deceive…” my words trail off into whispers, and for a second, I swear I can see Caesar sitting in the corner with a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
    My mouth opens, because there are so many things I want to say to him. I want to tell him that his disease is my cure, and love is love, but he disappears before my eyes. I scream, seeing Mateo sit before me with his dark eyes and brooding demeanor. There is so much I want to tell him, letting him know that he deserves to be loved and not left. Cherished and not reprimanded for his dysfunction, but just when I have the