89. Lips

Genre: Drama
Characters:  Cian, Gary, Ramone
Prompt: 89. Lips
Word Count: 524
Rating: R
Type: series
Summary: Cian learns her fate
Warnings:  none really. Just not a nice prompt.
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“Cian!” Gary rushed over to her, pulling her into a warm embrace. Cian smiled slightly trying to remember the last time she’d been hugged by her father.

He pulled away from her, a smiled plastered firmly across his lips, “Despite the fact that you quit your job, AGAIN, I am very proud of you and want you to know just how proud of you I am! I am going to take care of everything! Anything you want, Baby Girl, you got it!”

Cian stared at her father blankly. His lips were moving but she couldn’t understand a single word that escaped them.

“Dad?”

“No, Cian I mean it! You’ve always been a fan of diamonds and expensive gowns so just pick out the wedding dress of your dreams and Daddy will pay for it.”
Cian’s eyebrows instantly shot up with confusion. She looked over at Ramone, who’d made his way over to her and her father, gazing proudly.

“Wedding? Dad I don’t-”

“Don’t know when that is going to be just yet.” Ramone cut in changing her words around. “Excuse us please, Gary!” Ramone grabbed Cian by the wrist, dragging her into the small concrete laundry room, tightening his grip and they entered it. “What the fuc-” He threw his hand over her lips before she could finish speaking, pressing her back hard into the dusty rust stained wall. “Listen to me,” He pressed his hand tighter, causing her teeth to press hard into her lips, “We are now engaged and you will marry me in two months.” His voice was demanding, hard, cold. “I’ve done more for you than any woman. I was patient with you and yet you still betrayed me like Anna!” Cian balled her fists up against his chest and pushed as hard as she could. 

Ramone used his body to pin her against the wall, placing both hands on each side of her. “Scream if you’d like. Your father loves me and will just think we’re celebrating!” He smiled confidently. Cian frowned as fear rose deep within her chest. Ramone leaned forward and licked her lips, moaning as if it were the best thing he’d ever tasted while his hard-on pressed against her with rage. “I want you so bad!” He groaned grinding against her, “But we’ll take care of that later. For now,” He straightened his back, forcing her eyes to look into his, “you need to know just how serious I am. From this point on, it is you and me. You will marry me! You will not leave my sight, or speak without my permission! If you even think about telling anyone that I am forcing you or trying to contact Wilson in any way, I will tied you to a chair and make you watch me kill him slowly!” Ramone’s last slap in the face came in the form of huge tears that escaped Cian’s eye at the thought of losing Wilson. Ramone forced his lips onto her, prying her mouth open with his tongue. “Com’on, Baby,” He pulled her off of the wall, “You’re Dad has a nice bottle of wine waiting for us.”

part IV