The Beginning Of The End
Zorah’s eyes bulged as Ippocrate’s meaty hands squeezed her throat but before she could even miss her breath, the group of men were on him and pulling him backwards.
Ippocrate’s eyes were fixed on her, “Zorah, you shouldn’t be in a house alone with all these men.”
“Fuck you.”
The filthy words spilled from her lips, and she was surprised by them but not near as surprised as the man who was being unceremoniously tied to a bed, he was far too large for.
“Sinner!”
“It was kind of hot,” Icaro winked at her before he walked over to Ippocrate and landed a punch to the man’s face, gripping him by the chin and staring into his face, “you will pay for putting your hands on her. For every bruise I find on her neck from the way you grabbed her, I’m going to repay tenfold.”
“My superiors will come to find me.”
“Will they?” Zorah cleared her throat as she moved to stand at the end of the bed watching as Ippocrate jerked and jolted in the ties which were binding him.
“Found these,” one of the guards came in holding some chains. “They were in the back of one of the SUVs.”
“Are you going to hit him with them?” Zorah asked curiously smirking at the gasp of surprise from the man she’d called uncle most of her life.
“Uh, I meant to tie him with,” the guard snickered as he tossed the chains to Vodingo, “but you do you, boo.”
“Zorah, you should not be here.” Ippocrate scolded her. “This is highly inappropriate.”
“You do realize you’re in no position to judge me, right?” She frowned as Icaro was looking around the room as if searching for something. “What are you looking for?”
“Chester mentioned you were using a crowbar earlier,” Icaro commented and watched as she moved to pick it up from the floor.
“I dropped it earlier when I puked.”
“You were sick?” Ippocrate asked curiously. “Why?”
“You make me sick,” she moved back.
“Zorah, tell them to let me go. They will listen to you.”
“What makes you think I want them to let you go?”
“This is not you.”
“You don’t know me.”
“I know you. I know your heart.”
“You know nothing.”
“You want a man who will love you more than anything in the world. You want to be a mother. You want to be a wife. You want a traditional life. I built all of this for you, to give you everything you ever dreamed of.” He stared at her, his eyes focussed entirely on her as if there was nobody else there. “I know all your hopes and dreams. I could give them to you. Tell them to leave and we will –”
“We will nothing!” she screamed, her voice cracking not missing how he flinched at her rage. “You odoriferous sack of shit. How? How did you know all of the things about me to build this house?”
“Answer her,” Dagoberto pulled a gun from behind his back and pointed it at Ippocrate’s temple. “Tell her how it is you knew to decorate the house to her preferences. How did you know?” He pulled the hammer back and leaned closer, “now.”
“Her room at her mother’s apartment. I kept recording equipment in it. I removed it before she moved out so she wouldn’t find it when she packed. I used to listen to her and Sidonia when they talked on the phone. I also had a camera pointed at her desk in her bedroom to watch her laptop she used for schoolwork.”
“You creepy bastard.” Zorah gasped and backed up reaching for Chester who immediately wrapped his arms around her. “You were videoing my bedroom in the apartment? You saw me when I was getting dressed and undressed? You watched me sleep?”
He finally looked away from her. “I was keeping you safe, making sure you remained chaste and weren’t indulging in sins of the flesh.”
“You were perving on her.” Chester ground out furiously. “She was a child.”
“Who are you?” Ippocrate questioned as he eyed the way Chester was hugging her tight. “Has the Lucchesi family made you their whore, Zorah? Are they making you sleep with all of their men?”
Zorah was surprised when Icaro landed another punch to Ippocrate’s face.
“Call her a whore again and see what I do to you.” Icaro smiled as blood spewed from Ippocrate’s nose. “Go ahead. Do it. Say the word again. No?”
His tone was frigid, and his posture was menacing, and Zorah knew this was the man many people saw before he murdered them. He was terrifying and yet she’d never felt safer in her life.
Icaro continued speaking, “my wife is going to ask you a handful of questions but you, you don’t get to ask questions. You are going to answer all of her questions and then when she’s done and she goes home with her father, our family are going to have our own conversation with you.”
“Her father?” Ippocrate frowned in confusion.
“Didn’t Zipporah confess to you today?” Chester took pleasure in informing Ippocrate of his identity. “She kept a big secret from you and your parents, Father Giannone. You paid to have the wrong man murdered and she knew it. Zorah is my daughter. Your sister lost her virginity to me and got pregnant with Zorah and then passed Zorah off as someone else’s.”
“No.”
“Yes. You don’t recognize me, but I have a stepsister you are familiar with. She’s been keeping an eye on you and my daughter for years while I recovered from an injury.” Chester was loving revealing all the betrayal, “your other sister, Shay. She hates your guts, Ippocrate. We asked her if she wanted to be here,” he pointed to Dane, “but her husband came in her stead. She is so ashamed of you. Both of your sisters despise you. How does it feel to know they both betrayed you?”
“It’s not true,” the man was gasping for breath.
“It is,” Zorah gave a nervous giggle. “We told my mother today we were going to the police with the details of your abuse and the embezzlement of the money which was meant to be for my upbringing from the family I was betrothed to. Also, I know you spent my inheritance. My money was put in trust, and you used it for this shithole.”
“You swear too much,” Ippocrate chided.
“You shouldn’t worry about the things coming from my mouth.” Zorah retorted. “You should be more concerned with what is coming from yours. I want answers from you Father Giannone,” she mocked his title, “and you’re going to give them to me. The minute I think I’m done with listening to you, I’m leaving here. Whether I ask them to spare you or not, depends on how truthful you are.”
“You will let me live?"
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