TW: Violence, Blood

"Oh my! Deary me, what happened to you, sweety?" Dr. Snow was at the hospital's entrance, waiting for us, and I took in his British accent and appearance. He looked to be in his late forties, with a few graying hairs, a stylish outfit underneath the white coat, and beautiful butterfly tattoos on both hands.

Dario placed Diana on the stretcher and explained the situation to Dr. Snow. He looked livid for a few seconds, but then he composed himself and smiled at Diana, reassuring her that everything would be alright.

After half an hour, Diana entered a room with a few female nurses, Dr. Snow and Phoebe. Fabio decided to wait outside the room and guard the door. He wanted to murder the attacker but knew being her guard was as important.

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After much arguing and yelling, Dario finally agreed I go with him to pay the fucking rapist a visit. He did not want me there, but I was too enraged to leave the bastard for the Mafia alone. I had a few things in mind for him, and I would not let anyone stand in my way. I would bring justice this time. "This is the last time I ask... Are you sure you want to witness his torture?"

I rolled my eyes. "I will take part in it. Now move." I shoved Dario aside and opened the large, heavy basement door. Basilio, Lazlo, Mattia, Abramo, Giovanni, Orlando, and other mafia members stopped what they were doing and stared at me with wide eyes. Their expressions paled, and I got confused. 

"Jolene, are you okay, dear?" Basilio rushed to my side and inspected my face. He cupped my cheeks, looking like he was about to cry.

I arched an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Maybe because of the blood that's all over you!" Mattia remarked with fear in his eyes, and I looked down at my shirt and remembered that I had not washed up yet.

"Oh, that's not mine," I smirked as I looked at the weeping bastard on the floor. All men took a step back and looked at Dario.

"Yeah, she shot him before I could pull the trigger myself to kill him," Dario explained nonchalantly. I walked closer to the fucker, and grabbed a bat that was lying there with other torturing items. They had plenty, and I felt like a child in a toy store.

I scoffed. "Where is the justice if he just dies quickly? He needs to experience what Diana went through. He needs to rot in prison after chatting with him." I repeated what Dario said earlier today, and he placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Are you absolutely sure about this? You might get nightmares or feel guilty later down the road."

"Dario, I already have nightmares due to my fucking stalker, so a few more aren't much, but I would feel guilty if I didn't teach this prick a valuable lesson. Now, get the hell out of my way," I yelled at everyone in my sight, and they quickly stood to the side. They did not dare object, and Dario knew better than anyone else that I would not change my mind.

The bastard dared to grin once he saw me and tried to stand up. They did a good number on him. I must applaud their work. "You are just a whore. You shot me because you were scared I might do the same pleasurable act to you. I am not afraid of you or your little bat, cagna!" he had the nerve to talk, unaware of what was coming. He was digging his grave deeper and deeper.

I smiled wickedly.

I might not have it in me to murder like the rest of the men here, but I sure could punish someone who deserved it. I did not get my chance when a bastard raped Phoebe five years ago because the police got to him first. However, this is my second chance to seek real justice.

"Mind your language," Basilio commented as he sat on his chair with one leg crossed over the other. Dario stood beside his grandpa while wiping his gun clean from any residue of my previous shot. The rest of the men stood close to the wall, silently watching.

"Can I have gloves? I already have his vile blood on me. I don't want to touch him without gloves. He is a disgusting son of a bitch who will no longer be able to pleasure himself, even with his own hands."

I took the gloves from Orlando, put them on, and saw the rapist gulp. Good. 

"What will you do?" he asked, trying to sound unphased, but the eyes never lie.

"I am more of a show, don't tell. Now, shall we?" I did not give him a chance to reply and grabbed the bat again and swung it hard at his most-priced body part. The men winced at the blow, and I smiled, satisfied by my work.

"Now, you won't be able to pee regularly or reproduce." I let go of the bat and made him stand up despite his agonizing screams. "Did it feel good when you deflowered an innocent girl?" I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back until I heard a harsh snap. His gutwrenching screams were music to my ears.

"Did it feel good to hear her scream for help?" 

I broke his other arm.

"Did it feel good to touch her when she begged you to stop?" 

I delivered a punch to his nose, breaking it in the process.

I was beyond angry, and it felt damn good to vent my emotions on the source of my wrath.

"Stop! Please! Stop! I am sorry," he begged, already exhausted and half unconscious, but I did not listen.

"Did you stop when she told you to stop?" I shouted as I kneed his stomach. "Answer me!" I grabbed his hair and shook his head. He disgusted me. 

"N-no," he replied as he coughed up blood.

"Jolene," Lazlo called, but I did not quit.

The rapist did not deserve a break. I kept punching him.

"Joe, that's enough!" Basilio yelled, but I was too deep into this to stop willingly.

"Bambi." Dario grabbed my arms and clutched me from behind. "Do you want him dead? Or in prison for the rest of his life with criminals who detest rapists?"

His words were like a switch, and I finally stopped.

"We will take care of him, Jolene." Mattia patted my back and removed the gloves for me. I left the room without glancing back, feeling sick. Dario was right beside me.

I kicked a door open, and whoever was inside got out once they saw their Don looking ready to murder someone, but I probably looked scarier with all the blood on me. "I fucking detest him! I hate these types of men! They are such disgusting and unnecessary objects on earth. I want him dead, but I know death is too easy for him." I cried my heart out and emptied my stomach in a bin nearby. 

Dario held my hair from my face and rubbed my back gently. Once I was done, he hugged me, making me feel small and helpless. 

No one deserves to have filthy hands on their bodies.

"I feel like you are talking from a personal experience," he whispered, leading me to the empty room and closing the door behind us.

I looked at Dario, tears making him look blurry, and nodded with a sigh. "Phoebe." That was all I said, and he did not ask any further questions. Her story was not mine to tell, but I knew Dario suspected from how she behaved around Diana.

We stayed in the room for about fifteen minutes in silence until my phone rang. "Hello," I said weakly without checking the caller ID.

"Jolene, my love!" Atlas said cheerfully. I turned off the phone without replying. 

I did not have time for his bullshit.

"Who was that?" Dario asked as he handed me his hoodie, leaving him in a black shirt. He helped remove my bloodied shirt and wiped my face clean.

"My fucking stalker. I did not feel like hearing his annoying voice. I will deal with him later."

Dario nodded. "Let's go see Diana."

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13.10.2023

I was so angry writing this, I felt like I was in Jolene's place. What do you think?

I hope you liked this chapter :)