My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 109 Ordeal

Evelyn

As his embrace enveloped me, it felt like an icy balm had been poured over my raw wounds, caressing my frigid heart and stitching me back together.

I trembled, gasping for air, still haunted by the echoes of their menacing words. Yet, at this moment, within his arms, I found sanctuary. Safety. He was here....that's all that mattered.

"Ja-Jacob..." I stuttered, clinging desperately to him, "They broke everything."

"It's alright, love. None of that matters," he murmured soothingly, enfolding me securely. My face nestled into the curve of his neck, his warmth thawing the chill within me. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have left you alone. I'm so sorry." He pressed a kiss to my temple, his hand rubbing small circles on my back, coaxing my frantic breaths to slow.

His gaze fell upon my wound, and a sudden tension gripped his features. "You're bleeding, baby. Let me bring the first aid kit," Jacob moved to rise, but I clung onto him desperately, vigorously shaking my head.

"Please, Jacob, don't leave me alone. Please..." I sobbed, burying my face into his chest. "Don't go. Stay with me."

"But, baby..."

"They threatened to harm you too..." I hiccupped through tears, gripping his shirt tightly, my body convulsing with each sob. "They said they'd hurt you, Jacob. I can't let them hurt you." He released a heavy sigh.

"They won't lay a finger on me, baby," he assured, lifting my gaze and gently wiping my tears away before placing a tender kiss on my lips. "I promise. They won't hurt me, and they won't ever harm you again. I'll ensure they're locked away for the stunt they pulled today."

"What if they hurt you, Jacob?" Tears continued to stream down my cheeks as I gazed at him, the fear of their potential violence striking a chord of terror deep within me. I wanted to flee to a place far removed from anyone with ill intentions, a place where I and Jacob would be safe and Italy certainly wasn't that place for me anymore. "I can't... I can't bear to see you in pain."

"Baby, can you please tell me what they said and how it all started?" He gently guided me onto his lap, his voice soft and comforting. His left hand found its place on my lower back as we settled against the kitchen counter. "I'm right here, alright? Tell me everything, and I'll make sure those bastards won't lay a finger on you for as long as we live."

I took a deep breath, summoning the strength to recount the ordeal.

Flashback:

"You guys are Jacob's...uncles?" I was taken aback by their claim.

had Jacob never mentioned them before? It

sense of the situation, both brushed past me and entered the apartment, as though they owned the

there, wide-eyed, a mix of surprise and

fuck

have you been living with him?" Mario inquired, raising an eyebrow as he strolled toward the kitchen and casually grabbed a box of

one.

beyond weird. Actually, 'weird'

know that?" I couldn't help but question,

played on Luigi's lips at my query. "Because your beloved boyfriend owes us a debt, honey.

What the fuck!

a single penny, so how on earth could Jacob have borrowed anything, let alone money,

It was fucking absurd.

"Excuse me?"

I could grasp the situation, Luigi seized a nearby chair and hurled it

eyes widened in shock, and I instinctively flinched, pressing myself against the door as the TV crashed to the ground, shattering into

on to the next target the dining table. Mario marched toward the table, wielding the same chair his brother had used moments before to pulverize the

rampage as they began wrecking the kitchen. "Stop! I said, stop

In a harsh grip, Luigi seized my wrists and shoved me aside before they systematically dismantled the cabinets, dragging the fridge and sending it crashing to the floor with a deafening thud. The resounding noise echoed throughout the apartment, tempting me to close my eyes

this, nor had I

to do. Shock immobilized me, rendering

I going to

to deal with your crap," Mario barked, continuing to vandalize the

fuck do

fucking home, alright?! And what debt? You two look like a couple of trashy nobodies No one in their right mind would owe anything to despicable shitty jerks like you!" I snatched Jacob's picture

Luigi scoffed. "We've been behind bars too many times to be afraid of that, sweetheart. And you think we look like despicable jerks to you? You have no idea what these 'jerks' are capable of, to you and your precious boyfriend." His gaze darkened, sending shivers

energy radiated malice and

Mario threatened, brandishing a sharp knife from his pocket. I froze at the sight, my breath catching in my throat. "And right now, we could slit that pretty throat of yours.

before laying eyes