GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

Lindsey looked up as she felt the doorknob turning, watching from her position as two people entered the room.

“Look, Fabricio, let me introduce you to my other daughter. She’s Lindsey,” Kathen said with sarcasm in her voice. “See how beautiful she is? She’ll fulfill all your needs,” she patted the man on the shoulder.

The man stared at the girl, captivated. His eyes showed eagerness, and a depraved smile formed on his mouth. With a deep voice, he said, “Your daughter is quite a treat. Are you ready, Lindsey, to please me?”

Lindsey was disgusted by the pig in front of her. She shot a hateful look at Kathen.

“They’ll come for me soon, Kathen, and I swear I’ll avenge my mother’s death. I’ll kill you with my own hands for your rotten soul, for your wickedness, and for being a murderer.”

“Bla bla bla, stop saying stupid things. You’ll leave here in a plastic bag, thrown in the trash, if your husband even finds you whole before the worms eat you first.”

“I hate you with all my being,” she stood up and lunged at Kathen but was stopped by the robust Fabricio, who slammed her onto the bed.

Kathen let out a piercing laugh and fixed her gaze on Lindsey. “Enjoy, daughter! If you behave, Fabricio might keep you as his toy,” she turned her back and locked the door.

Fabricio showed a lustful look, his eyes revealing wickedness. “Now you and I are going to have some fun,” he approached the bed and grabbed Lindsey by the feet, pulling her towards him.

“You’re a repulsive pig, a damn sicko. If you think I’ll let you touch me, you’re wrong. Let me go. If my husband arrives and finds out you intended to touch me, I can assure you, you’ll be a dead man.”

“Beautiful, you’re never leaving here. You’ll serve me until you die locked up. You’ll be mine willingly or unwillingly. Now, you belong to me.”

“I’ll never be with you! I’d prefer to be dead than let your filthy hands touch me.”

Lindsey struggled, kicking to make the man release her feet. “Damn bitch, I’ll teach you what a man is.”

Fabricio let her go, took quick steps to the side of the bed, and grabbed her hands. She struggled to free herself, but the burly man laid her down, mounting her fragile body.

“Don’t come near, you bastard. Don’t touch me; you disgust me,” she screamed while trying to get the heavy man off her.

“I like them feisty, like wild animals between my legs.”

He lowered his head and started kissing her delicate neck. She summoned strength from where she had none and tilted her head forward, biting the man’s chest forcefully until she saw blood on his shirt.

Fabricio, a coward, stopped kissing her when he felt the pain, and he got off abruptly. “Damn you! I’ll take you by force, and then I’ll kill you myself,” he sounded like a wounded animal.

In that moment, Lindsey felt her heart wanting to escape through her throat; fear took over her.

Fabricio was approaching Lindsey when someone knocked on the door. He turned and took a few steps towards it, opening it to see why they were being interrupted.

“Sir! Some black cars are approaching from a distance.”

“Damn it! Get ready! If we don’t come out of this alive, neither will these women. Spray the cabin with gasoline. You know what to do if we’re defeated.”

The man swallowed hard and sighed resignedly. In their world, they preferred to die than be captured by the police.

“Yes, sir.”

Fabricio directed his cruel gaze at Lindsey, took her forcefully by her hair, lifted her face, raised his right hand, and delivered a resounding slap that turned her face, breaking her mouth.

“If I don’t make it out of this alive, you all are going to hell with me.”

He dragged Lindsey out of the room, taking her to the living room where the other women were. Upon arrival, he threw her forcefully to the floor. One of his men handed him a firearm, which he gladly took. He looked at Kathen with fury.

“For letting myself be influenced by you, now I have to fight for my life. When did I let myself be influenced by a crazy person like you?”

For the first time, Kathen felt fear from the man in front of her.

“Fabricio, give me a firearm. Let’s kill those bastards together,” Kathen’s eyes expressed cruelty. In her mind, she thought, ‘First, I kill Lindsey, and then I find a way to escape.’

“Do you want a firearm? I’ll give you something better,” without giving her time to react, he shot her in the chest.

Lindsey and Courney screamed, and Oriana started crying.

Kathen never imagined that her life would end at the hands of Fabricio, the man she shared part of her childhood with in the neighborhood where they grew up, the one with whom she experienced mischief and learned bad habits.

“Why did you do it?” she asked, agonizing.

“I know you very well. A rat like you was going to end up betraying me.”

Fabricio looked at Lindsey.

“I’ve avenged your mother’s death for you! Watch her slowly die until our turn comes. If anyone moves, I’ll kill them.”

Fabricio walked towards one of the windows upon hearing gunshots.

Courney was trembling. Lindsey ran to hug her and calm Oriana, who wouldn’t stop crying.

Courney felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and began to bleed. With wide and fearful eyes, she glanced at her sister.

“Lin! My baby.”

Lindsey had Oriana in her lap, now calmed. She glanced at her sister’s legs, which were dripping blood. Her body shook, and with anguish in her voice, she shouted, “Courney! Hold on! They’re coming for us.”

The trucks arrived at the location, followed by the police. They surrounded the cabin, and the confrontation began. The men outside, firing, were falling one by one.

Dexter was shooting near one of the trucks when a bullet hit his shoulder. Freed, seeing him fall, ran to his side and dragged him behind the truck, pressing the wound with his hands and encouraging him.

“Hold on, friend. Help is on the way.”

A few meters away, several ambulances were waiting for orders. A police officer spotted the wounded and called for a paramedic. Two paramedics arrived crouched with a stretcher, escorted by some policemen.

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Freed stepped away from them and walked toward Kyle, who was also behind another truck.

“How’s Dexter?” Kyle asked.

“He took a bullet in the shoulder. The paramedics are taking him out of here.”