Chapter 1– Father's debt

A MAFIA’S RIGHTEOUS PET 

CHAPTER 1 

72 hours ago…

   I observed my sister's unusually peaceful countenance as she lay on her bed to sleep.

Right! It was past bedtime and Father wasn't home, which means she wouldn't have to accommodate his dick in her mouth or worse– ride him for a horrifically long time.

I let out a sigh.

“Eloise?”

“What is it?” she responded rather blatantly 

“Let's leave here already,” I said for the Umpteempt time that evening. “Far away to… somewhere safe and free from all these. Father isn't home today, and you know it's an irregular chance.”

Though Father has never made sexual advances towards me, every night he sexually molested Eloise, my older step-sister, I lay right here on my bed, petrified to death. Silently praying for it to end.

Eloise threw me a death glare.

“After what happened the last time?” she paused before adding a deafening “No!”

      It was about a year ago when I persuaded her to escape. We got caught by the territorial night guards and Father had almost whipped us to our graves.

“We could try again. I've prayed to God about this, Eloise.” My voice sounded just as keen as I felt.

“That's enough!” she snapped. “Will you keep quiet and go to sleep?”

Eloise had always given me a cold shoulder no matter how hard I tried, I had become used to her yellings and disregard towards me but I was ready to do anything to get her out of being Father’s sex toy.

Though she was always adamant, saying there was no way out of this brutal place but I could tell she was more terrified of the punishment of being caught while escaping.

        In this part of the world, there's no such thing as human rights. Men governed, sovereignly, and did whatever pleased them. As women? We are merely commodities, bought and sold, whenever, however, and, to whomever.

I was about to say something else when the door whacked open, making its usual creaking sound. 

We froze.

A concentrated smell of weed and liquor enveloped the room and we both knew who it was. 

Father.

He did show up in the end.

I swallowed the dissatisfaction and shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep while I watched him from the thin line of my eyelids.

He staggered towards Eloise's bed, 

“Come make daddy feel better, princess!” He yelled drunkenly, which was relatively typical of him.

            I quivered, holding onto my sheets tightly. I knew how vicious Father could get when he was drunk and sexually frustrated.

Father cast off the duvet from Eloise, revealing her slender figure, barely clad.

He gave a hard slap on her backside.

“You like that, don't you?” He chuckled pathetically.

  Eloise didn't have to be told what to do. She got up from her mattress and with shaky hands, undid the buttons of her nightdress. Before she was halfway done, Father had shamelessly loosened his belt and pulled down his pant zipper.

“Come here, come here.” He said, pulling Eloise to receive his hardened manhood into her mouth.

I shrank at the sight before me, I couldn't deal with how awful it must taste and feel.

        After what seemed like five hard thrusts, Father withdrew, staring down at Eloise in despair.

He let out a loud sigh before sending her a fisted slap that threw her to the cold floor.

“Shabby and tasteless as always!” He blurted and walked past her, wobbling his way to my bedside.

I could swear my heart literally flew out of my chest. W-was he coming for me?

No way! I'd rather perish.

I have always feared a day like this when Father would notice me. Oh, dear Lord!

I shut my eyes completely, pleading the heavens for mercy.

The sheets were soon pulled away from me, sending cold chills down my spine. 

My heart raced.

No no, Lord, it can't be.

Shortly after, I felt his alcoholic breath on my face.

“How have you been hiding such nice titties?”

I heard him say and my eyes flipped open just to meet Father, passionately surveying my breasts.

I crossed my hand over my chest in defense, causing dissatisfaction to wash over his face.

“C’mon, baby girl. I'm fed up of that bitch. Don't worry, Daddy is going to make you feel good. Real good.” 

He said, his tone, almost convincing as he rowed to unhitch my hands.

“Let me go, Father.” I persisted. “You can’t do this to me.”

“I gave birth to you and gave you this body. Don't you dare fight me!” He warned. 

“My creator gave me this body, not you!” I yelled back.

When I wouldn't budge, his hand made its way into my shorts and instantly into my pants. He dipped two fingers into my womanhood, making me yelp in pain.

His fingers were rough, aggressive, and certainly dirty. The deeper he went, the more pain I felt.

My hands pivoted to pull him out of my pussy but I’d unknowingly given him access to painfully squeeze my breasts with his other hand.

Was this the pain Eloise had been faced with over the years?

It was obvious all he wanted to do was torment me until I gave in.

How could a Father treat his child in this manner? How did I end up with a life like this?

Tears formed, obfuscating my vision.

Shame? Pain? Anger? Or self-pity? I didn't know what I felt the most but I felt it all.

“Let me go!”

Even in his drunken state, my power was no match for him and that seemed to very much please him. 

I saw a smile creep onto his lips and I couldn't hold back.

SLAP!

I sent a hard smack across his left chin.

His guts irritated me. How could he smile while causing me despair?

I heard a gasp from Eloise and I could almost see the word ‘SURPRISE’ scribbled across my Father's face.

Even Mother— when she was with us, never dared to hit him no matter what he did, she didn't even raise her voice, ever.

No doubt my action would bring me unspeakable trouble. 

I saw the look in his eyes and I trembled.

I flinched when a loud thud echoed in my ears. Though I expected it to be a punch in my belly, but to my gratification, it was the door that was bashed open.

About five…seven…eight men, cladded in black surrounded the room in a flash.

Father retrieved his hands from my body and relief washed over me, momentarily.

A man in red emerged and it felt like the room temperature heatened but not enough to heat up my quivering body or clenched teeth.

“Long time, no see, Martins–” The man said to Father calmly, but he looked like he couldn't wait to get out of this room. “It's time to pay the debts you owe–” He paused before adding, “Vermont Cardoniss words.”

Vermont Cardoniss? The name replayed in my head a few times before I shuddered as the realization hit me.

There was only one young mafia, powerful and well-known for his beastliness and cruel oversight. The one that could kill and give life— I've heard. Vermont Cardoniss.

    

“I've been expecting you,” Father said with an awkward smile and walked up to Eloise without hesitation, pushing her to one of the men.

“She'll serve you well. I trained her myself.” He stated with pride as though he wasn't about to give his daughter away for whatever debt he owed.

“Don't sell me away, Father, I’d be good to you. Please, don't let them take me.”

With might, Eloise floundered against one of the men.

Nobody wanted to be a slave to a Mafia, most definitely not Vermont Cardoniss but it is better to be a slave to a mafia than being a sex toy of your very own Father– I thought.

“T-Take me instead!”

 

My voice was shaky but I was certainly heard because the man in a red suit walked slowly to my bedside with gentleness. He was tall and stunning, and his eyes–

That doesn't modify our current crisis! I snapped at myself

“Did you say something, young lady?”

“I-I said I’d pay my Father’s debt. Take me with you”

“Do you know who sent me?” He arched a brow 

“Mafia, Vermont Cardoniss,” I replied sharply.

A smirk crawled to his lips. 

“I’d take this one.”