“I’m not your toy.” “Yes, you’re my toy, Tesoro. Mine to fuck, and mine to do with as I please. I could break you in half too, if I want. So watch your mouth!” ~•~ After discovering the same woman he’d had a one-night stand with years ago owes him a debt, Giovanni, blinded by his own desires, uses the opportunity to abduct her and propose a twisted bargain. Elaine is given two options; pay in two weeks or pay with her body when the time limit is up. But this is the same man she loathes for ruining her five years ago after impregnating her which led to her disownment. She’s had a hard life - working tirelessly to feed two mouths - hers and the son she loves so much. But knowing they won’t be able to stay together if his father is aware of his existence, Elaine decides to keep the child a secret and tread carefully. It was meant to be just sex, but Giovanni has plans to reignite their long-lost passion from the first night they made love, and also break the sharp witted woman who’s making him question his senses.
Lihat lebih banyakGIOVANNI
ONE WEEK EARLIERIf there was one thing I hated in this world, it was disobedience.As far as I was concerned, my rules were the fucking law of nature. Something generally accepted and followed by everything living and non-living.But somehow, this filthy man, currently strapped to the chair, bloody and bruised, missed the memo."Per favore, fermati. Abbi pietà." He said, telling me to stop and have mercy in broken Italian. The plea was uttered with three broken teeth and a lip gushing blood onto his sky-blue shirt."Mercy?" I spat unto the cold concrete floor. "You have no right to ask for mercy.""Allora vaffanculo, maiale inutile. (Then fuck you, useless pig)." He tried to spit at my face, but the bloody drops weren't strong enough to reach me, and they dropped harmlessly on the floor.Chuckling, I raised my hand with the knuckle ring and dealt him two consecutive blows to the face.He cried out in pain and buckled in the chair. I grabbed him by the chin and brought his face closer to mine. Or as close as the restraints would allow."Tell me, stronzo (scumbag), did you not know the penalty for late payment?"One of his eyes was swollen shut, and the other looked at me with a vacant expression."Yes," the word was accompanied by a spurt of blood."Then why do you not cooperate? Were you wondering if it was a lie? A joke?""La prego, signor Enrico, I have a family. Two girls and an unborn son. They need me, so please have mercy.""I should have mercy?" I mocked with fake tears, then I laughed at how ridiculous I sounded trying to be him.Shoving his limp head backward, I straightened and began working on the sleeves of my white dress shirt."Let me tell you how I see it," I drew the sleeve up to my elbow as I spoke. "You, Mr. Riccardo, needed money for your business. I graciously lent you the sum with the agreement on a payment schedule. Not only do you not repay me my money, but you also go to the Famiglia Dessano and give them information on my business. Did you really think I would not discover you've been tattling to my rival? I own these fucking streets! As if that's not enough you ambush my enforcers, killing one of them. Did you think there would be no fucking consequences?!"The man started to cry, his tears mixing with the metallic stench of blood and sweat."Save your tears. I'm not finished yet," I started on the other sleeve. "Your punishment is tripled for that alone. Also, your two girls and son are not as useful to me as your business because I know you have neither. You're not married, and you haven't been able to get your dick up not to talk of fathering a child. So, you see how it looks, right? Not only have you swindled me, you've also lied to me and murdered one of my own. And those are unforgivable sins.""Per favore, Signor Enrico. I'm sorry, I'll get your money, I swear. Just don't kill me. Please, I'm begging." He continued to sob.Unable to take the crying anymore, I raised my leg and let it land heavily on his foot. The sound of broken bones and agony rented the air."Per favore, per favore, per favore." (Please, please, please.)The more he begged, the more angry I became. Only cowards would do what he did and still beg for their lives. Especially daring to lie to me.Deciding to end his misery once and for all, I discarded the knuckle ring and unclasped my Walther P99 from its holster."Usually, I would let you stay and suffer some more, but I'm bored now," I aimed the gun at his forehead. "Say your last prayer, cane sporco. (Filthy dog)."Before I could squeeze the trigger, the door burst open, letting in the dim light of dusk and three men.I recognized the three men immediately, but the one in the middle bore the weight of my anger."The fuck is this, Stone? What did I say? No goddamn interruptions!"My second in command, Stone, approached me. Under the grimy fluorescent of the abandoned storage room I'd commandeered for tonight, the lone scar across his tan face stood out."I'm sorry, sir. I know what you said . . .""Then why the fuck are you still here?" I growled."I have news. Important news."I didn't know why but something in his tone told me this was serious. In the ten years since he'd been my right-hand man, he'd never once gone against a direct command.I lowered my gun and stepped away from Mr. Riccardo, who'd reduced his wailing to a miserable whimper."Speak," I ordered.Instead of doing as I asked, he reached into the pocket of his jeans and retrieved a piece of paper.He handed it to me, and I quickly realized it was a picture. My jaw dropped as I stared at it."Explain this," I managed to get out through my shock."The woman in the picture owes our loan company upwards of 35,000 dollars."My confusion compounded. "That is not possible. Are you sure this isn't a mixup?""There is no mixup, boss. We had her checked out twice, just to be sure. Her name is Elaine Martinez. Black hair, blue eyes, daughter of Blanco Martinez . . .""Wait, Blanco Martinez? As in . . ."Stone nodded. "Of the Martinez Family."I hadn't noticed the picture falling from my grasp until Stone bent to pick it up."Are you alright, boss? You look like you've seen a ghost."I waved his concern off. "I'm fine.""Should we bring her in for questioning? Her payment date has been up for quite a while."I knew when he said questioning, he really meant torture.I closed my eyes to think for a second, and there she was. Raven hair bunched in my hand, sultry voice begging for more as I drove deeper and deeper into her welcoming pussy.I would've been lost in the memory had Stone's snapping fingers not brought me back."Sir," he said when I finally opened my eyes. "Are you okay? What do you want us to do?"Realizing I was acting out of character, I cleared my throat and flexed my fingers around the gun.Turning to Stone, I hardened my voice and my gaze. "Bring her in as soon as possible. The bitch has questions to answer."Stone nodded, bowing before leaving with the two other men.It was just me and my prisoner."Now, where were we?" I asked, tapping the muzzle of the gun on my chin. "Ah, I remember. I was just about to take out the trash."Riccardo opened his mouth to protest, but the bullet was faster and shut him up permanently with a resounding bang.I smirked, seeing as the blood and brain matter decorate the walls.ELAINE “Please, God, please don’t take him away from me…Don’t take my baby away from me…”Perched on the edge of the hospital bed, I felt the weight of exhaustion press down on me as I rocked back and forth, murmuring fervent prayers for my little boy.As I pray, I'm reminded of the saying: God doesn't give us more than we can handle. But that’s bullshit. Because there was no way I could handle the utter chaos my life had devolved into.Everything I touched or involved me seemed doomed to fail—from almost being kidnapped, Giovanni’s brewing trouble, and now my son. I was just so tired.I was tired of the constant cycle of trouble, which I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to outrun.Hands shaking, I reached out to touch him, my fingertips trailing gently across his forehead to the tip of his nose before I settled my hand between his shoulder blades. My heart ached as I leaned forward and gently kissed his soft cheek.“Oh, sweetie. I’m so sorry,” I whispered, a lone tear falling. “I’m sor
GIOVANNIThe tiny clock on my desk chimed, indicating it was now 7 a.m.That meant that I was now up for fourteen full hours, but I hardly felt it. Partly because I was running on frustration and a healthy amount of whiskey.It seemed like, in the last few hours, I had spoken to every single person in Paris. Shaking anything shakeable in the hopes that some helpful information would drop out. But as if the universe was conspiring against me, I got absolutely nothing. On top of that, my father had been calling nonstop, obviously looking for answers that I didn’t have.I groaned and pulled at my hair in frustration. It stung, but I welcomed the pain. I probably looked awful right now, but I didn’t give a fuck.A sharp rap at the door shattered the tense calmness of my office, jolting me from my weary reverie. Irritation prickled at my senses; who dared disturb me at such an ungodly hour? I knew it wasn’t Stone. He’d been in and out of my office this morning—albeit with no answers of his
ELAINEIf someone had told me a year ago that this would be my life now, I would’ve laughed my head off. Back then, I wasn’t by any stretch of the word comfortable, but I was safe, and most importantly, I had my little boy.Now, I had neither safety nor Adrian, and it felt like my entire life had no meaning or purpose.The door to my room swung open, making me stand up from the bed. Mrs. Jacques, who’d been in the room with me, stood up, too.Giovanni, Billy, and Butch entered, and I waited with bated breath as they walked in, dreading what they were about to tell me.It’d been a particularly torturous few hours. I’d paced every inch of this room and cried what felt like buckets as I tried Lia’s phone over and over. But there was nothing. The call just kept going to voicemail.A gnawing sense of dread had settled deep within me, an ache that resonated throughout my entire being. It was a feeling I knew all too well—my body’s instinctive response to Adrian’s distress. I couldn’t ration
ELAINE“Hi, baby,” I greeted my son as Lia handed the phone to him.I’d been talking to Lia through FaceTime, and we were just through catching up. Now I was speaking to my son.He sat in the back seat of the car, dressed in his everyday clothes: a comfortable T-shirt featuring one of his beloved cartoon characters, SpongeBob SquarePants, paired with denim jeans speckled with patches that were no doubt from his adventures on the playground. Blue was right next to him. The blue dinosaur looked like he had acquired a few new wear marks since I last saw him.“I miss you so much, baby,” I told him.“You too, mama,” he answered. I had called right when they were on their way back from the grocery store.The sun had finally set on this utterly unbearable day, and so far, chatting with my son was the only bright spot.Security at the mansion had been at an all-time high, and nobody was saying anything about what was happening or why the atmosphere felt so charged.I hadn’t seen Giovanni all
GIOVANNIAfter what I witnessed today I was sure my already fucked up mind would get even more twisted. More damaged. Stone and I were en route to our cocaine depot, where our shipment had been hijacked.I gazed out the window, but it was all a blur. We’d just finished examining the exploded warehouse, and the scene would forever be etched into my mind.The warehouse lay in ruins, a hellish inferno that seared its image into my soul. The air reeked of scorched flesh. Amidst the charred debris, the twisted remains of my comrades lay, their bodies unrecognizable, consumed by flames that left nothing but grim reminders of my enemy’s brutality.The scene was a nightmare of charred rubble and billowing smoke, where the flames had ravaged with such ferocity that all traces of the building’s existence were destroyed. Only the ghostly outline of its foundation and scattered remnants of a roof and wall told the story that it was ever there. Among the devastation lay the remains of my comrades
ELAINESilence.That was all that was between us now. Just silence.We were in the car heading toward the mansion, and Giovanni hadn’t uttered as much as a word to me.That didn’t mean he was altogether quiet. Oh no, every five minutes or so, his phone would ring, and he’d pick it up, barking orders at whoever was on the other end.I had no idea what was happening because he had mostly spoken in Italian, and I wasn’t fluent in it. I caught a few words here and there, but it wasn’t enough to get the full picture of what was happening.Besides that, he never spoke to me, and it was starting to make me uneasy.I didn’t understand what was happening, but I knew it wasn’t good. His anger was practically radioactive as he sat beside me, and I didn’t know if I was unknowingly contributing to his bad mood.I couldn’t help but compare this Giovanni to the one last night who was so vulnerable, compassionate, and warm. He’d held me gently, stroked my face, and caressed me in a way a real lover w
GIOVANNIWhen I opened my eyes, the sun was on full blast, throwing warmth and light through the expansive hotel room.The entire room was in disarray, but that wasn’t what caught my attention.Still asleep with the white sheets barely covering her curvaceous body was Elaine. My arms were wrapped snugly around her as she slept without a care in the world.As I removed a lock of dark hair that’d fallen across her face, I realized that this was the first time I’d spent an entire night in her bed and woken up with her. It was my usual practice to leave right away or send her out.What’s more? This was also the first time that I’d slept without being plagued by the recurring nightmare that haunted my sleep. It was a nightmare stemming from one of the worst days of my childhood. The day that changed me completely and shaped the man I am today.I could still remember it like it was yesterday.Her pain-filled screams for mercy, the bang of the gun as the bullet was delivered straight into he
GIOVANNI“Nothing much. I’m trying to be there for you just like you’ve been there for me.”I’d been through a lot of dangerous shit and stared death down numerous times, but never in my life had one single sentence unnerved the hell out of me.My indecision and shock caused me to freeze as Elaine’s arms remained firmly wrapped around me.I looked at the smooth, creamy skin of her arms. For a second, I was tempted by the idea of accepting what she freely offered—to give into the vulnerability I was feeling deep down.But it was only for a second before I snapped out of it.Laughing, I drank some more whiskey.“Don’t be stupid, Elaine,” I told her as I tried to free myself from her hold.It was futile. She only tightened her arms. “I’m not letting go.”I let out a hiss at how unwaveringly stubborn she could be, but otherwise, I stopped trying to remove her.Silence descended between us, only our breaths punctuating the air.I took this quiet time to make some plans. I needed to contact
ELAINEWhen I opened my eyes again, all I felt was a dull ache in my head and the need to pee.I sat up and tried to take stock of my environment.Confusion quickly flooded me as I took in the empty bed and the rest of the dimly lit room.I tried to recall what had happened prior to waking up, but I was drawing blank and increasing the ache in my head.I squinted to try to make out any details about the room, but everything was unfamiliar.My gaze landed on what looked like a vanity. On top of it was something sparkly. Through the faint sliver of light from the sliding doors that seemed to lead to a balcony, I could make out the shape of the diamond pendant that Giovanni had given me.All at once, the memories came flooding back.Leaving Giovanni’s mansion, the party, the gun pressed to me as a man forced me into the Jeep and the accident.I gasped in fright as my hands immediately flew to my neck and wrists, feeling for bruises. In the insufficient light I couldn’t see anything. I co
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