Free Taken by the Italian Mafia: A Dark City Romance by Sadie Black, BWWM United Page A

rather been killed back at the warehouse than raped and killed by Rocco's brother.
              "You have a problem with listening, doll?" he asked. Both hands returned to her breasts and squeezed hard, and try as she might to break away from him, there was no place for Whitney to go. Her back was already pressed up against the railing. "I said that I don't stop for no one."
              The thumb and index finger caught her nipple and twisted it hard, and Whitney howled out in pain. The short man laughed and twisted it harder, then let her go and slapped her hard across the cheek.
              "I'm gonna fuck that dirty cunt of yours, you dumb bitch," he rasped, more animal than man. Already he was working his belt, and to her horror he pulled it off completely and fit it around her neck like a choke collar.
              "I'm gonna fuck the life outta you. Won't that be a good way to go, with a fat cock pounding you as you take your last breath? I bet you'd love that, you dirty slut."
              Before he had the chance to tighten the belt around her neck and crush her vocal cords, Whitney let out one last blood curling scream. If anyone lived nearby, they'd hear it.
              As Rocco's brother worked his fly open, a crashing noise from upstairs followed the sound of hurried footsteps. Rocco appeared at the top of the stairs, naked from head to toe and soaking wet.
              "Back the fuck up, Arturo."
              Even as he spoke, Rocco took the stairs two at a time to close the distance between himself and the pair. Whitney looked up to watch him, but as she did, Arturo tightened the belt around her neck and caused her to sputter and choke.
              "Yeah, well what cha gonna do about it?" Arturo sneered. The belt tightened further, digging into Whitney's neck. No matter how she strained to breathe in deep, she couldn't. Deprived of oxygen, her body began to panic, and she flailed uselessly where she sat.
              There was no reply from Rocco. Instead, the belt loosened, and almost immediately after a thud shook the house. Gasping to fill her lungs, Whitney shook her head and then looked towards the noise. On the landing of the stairs were Rocco and Arturo, swinging their fists wildly; Rocco had tackled him from above and knocked Arturo away from her in a bid to save her life.
              It wasn't the first fight Whitney had seen, but it was the ugliest. Both men were experienced with violence, and they didn't hold back. Arturo was on his back, pinned to the ground, but not for long. The ugly, sinister expression he'd fixed Whitney with was now directed at his brother. It looked like he was going to love knocking Rocco down a peg or two, and knock him down he did.
              Arturo's fist flew through the air and connected with Rocco's jaw. Rocco fell back, the force of the hit causing him to roll onto the floor. For the first time, Whitney got a good view of his nudity. Through all that was happening, she couldn't help but sneak a look downward to see what the handsome killer was packing. Even fresh from the shower and unexcited, Rocco was hung. Ashamed that she'd even thought to look when both men were fighting and her life was on the line, Whitney closed her eyes and turned her head away. Grunts and growls and the crack of bone and flesh as it was struck were her only indications to how the fight was going. It didn't sound good.
              God, Whitney thought to herself, if you're there, please help me get out of this alive. I know I'm not religious, and I haven't been the best, but... But I could really use some help right now. 
              A last ditch effort. Whitney opened her eye a crack to peek at the fight. Rocco was back on top, and with a mighty slam of his fist, he stunned his brother. Scrambling to his feet, Rocco backed up to the stairs, undid the belt from around Whitney's neck