Chapter 3– Be a good girl

A MAFIA’S RIGHTEOUS PET 

Chapter 3 

Grace 

For a prolonged time, I stood still under the shower, the freezing cold water attackingly washing over my body.

An hour must have passed but I remained there. Too scared to face the awful sight of the inner room– as they call it.

“Every woman who has come in here left either dead or at the brink of death.”

Giovanni had said, vandalizing every hope I had in me.

The inner room was a compartment in the mafia boss’s room, equipped with a horrifying amount of cuffs, chains, floggers, and belts hanging on the wall.

There was an oversized bed lying right in the center of the large room, having shackles hanging from the ceiling down to the sheets.

It was built for BDSM!

If I died tonight, who’d save Eloise from Father? How’d we find mother?

“Are you trying to kill yourself or are you just stupid?”

I flinched as Vermont's voice jolted me out of my thoughts.

He switched on the heater that I didn't even notice was there and walked into the shower space, twitching the shower knob.

Warmth replaced my once shivering body.

“If you're cold, then fucking use warm water.” 

I was naked. Stark naked! 

How can he be so okay walking into a woman in the shower?

I bit my lip, trying to suppress the anger and discomfort that ran through my veins.

“Thank you,” I muttered “but I'd be more grateful if you gave me privacy.”

“Are you asking me to get out?” 

Vermont laughed.

“Your audacity reeks,” he switched the shower off. “It makes me want to smash your head against the water closet until your stupid brain pops out.”

He spoke with offense and he sure looked like he’d do exactly what he's said.

“But I should at least fuck you first.” He spoke in the calmest voice I've ever heard, running his fingers through my hair.

My anger was like a volcano ready to erupt. I wanted to smack his face but I dared not. I didn't want to have my brain flushed down into the water closet nor did I want to be recklessly fucked by this beast.

I clenched my fist, despising how helpless I was.

He let his gray eyes roam around my body. 

Vermont was on a blissful tour until his eyes came to a seasonal halt, resting on my breasts. 

He was pleased with what he saw. A groan-like sound escaped his lips before he trailed his hands off my hair and down to my collarbone, leaving me humiliated and crippled to the spot.

When Vermont's hand made its way to cup my breast, I swiftly yanked his hand off.

“Don't! My body is a temple of the Lord!”

I shivered at the sound and raid in my voice as I held his gaze.

Though he was clearly upset, he let out a small chuckle, a smirk slowly crawling to his lips.

 “Your body—” he grabbed my naked ass, forcefully pulling me to make contact with his hardened body. “-belongs to me! I, Vermont Cardoniss own you.”

I felt strange. Strange because I've never been so close to a man nor have one grabbed my ass in a manner of such. It was a mix of heat and… and something else.

Something I couldn't define.

“Your price has been paid and you are MINE. Mine alone, little pet”

It took me so much willpower to not crumble and cry at his feet. I didn't want to belong to anyone. I didn't want to end up like my mom and sister.

I shook my head. “I don't want to.”

“I do not ask for your approval, little pet,”  he pinned my hands behind my back, his eyes, continuing their scrutiny of my body. “None of this is about what you want.”

He rubbed my ass. Maybe my body liked that but my entire soul repelled his words. His words were like poisoning that the organs would give anything to fight.

All I could do was shake my head negatively. 

“Now, be a good girl and beg me to fuck you as I please.” 

“Never!” I shot at him. “I would never do that with a man that's not my husband!”

He laughed.

“You sure need to be bridled,” he uttered between gritted teeth and before I knew it, I was dragged into the inner room.

        It was even more dreadful under the dim lights. Vermont must have switched the bright bulbs off. 

I had no strength to fight back as I was thrown to the floor.

Vermont didn't take a whip from the set on the wall. He opened a drawer and brought out a brown one that had its tip tied in knots.

My pulse dashed a hundred and even a thousand meters.

The first whip on my bare back had me arch my back, groaning through the pain.

Two, three and four more lashes were all it took to strip me of the tiny exuberance I had.

My breathing had hiked to its peak and I snugly lost a hold of how to breathe.

~ 

When I woke up the next morning, an older woman was sitting beside me 

She brought me food and fresh clothes, cleaned my wound, and applied ointment.

She must be in her fifties and she'd asked me to address her as ‘Aunt Cherry’

I didn't see Vermont the whole day and I was grateful. Aunt Cherry and I chatted away and formed a bond.

She was kind and full of life.

“I have worked for the Cardoniss for 40 years now,” She had said. “I have watched Sir Vermont grow from his mother's womb till date.”

I was in awe. “How did you cope? I've barely spent a day and I want to vanish into thin air.”

She smiled. “If you don't disobey. You'd be fine, trust me.”

“And… What about Vermont’s mother?” I raised a question when Aunt Cherry brought me water and some pain relief after dinner.

“He's Master for you, Grace.” She gave me a stony glare. 

I didn't wish to call him Master, so I just nodded.

Aunt Cherry fiddled with the napkin in her hand before she started.

“Beforehand, Sir Vermont's father, Sir Frederick, had liked her until her cover was blown. He discovered that was a spy but at that time she was carrying his child so he kept her,” She paused to turn her head slightly away from me. 

“I was with her during all the stages of her pregnancy,” She continued. “When she put to birth, Sir Fredrick took the child and ordered everyone to leave.” Aunt Cherry sniffed before saying; “She was left to bleed till death.”

My heart sank. Now it was apparent where Vermont got his beastliness from.

There was silence in the room until the door opened and Vermont walked in. 

At his sight, Aunt Cherry got up and courtesies.

He was dressed in a sky-blue long-sleeve shirt and black pants.

His shirt was unbuttoned only enough to reveal the dark hair on his chest.

I looked away, not wanting to see him. The mere sight of him disgusted me.

Thinking of how he had touched and whipped me last night, I desired nothing to do with him.

He reached forward, brushing aside the hair on my face.

I tensed.

“She looks good enough,” He commented and I could note the smile in his words 

“Get her dolled up. I want her as sexy as she can be.”

      Aunt Cherry settled for an uncomfortable mini blue dress, cratered on each side.

I was taken to a clubhouse where I had to sit at a table with Vermont, sipping water, exchanging awkward glances with the barman, and Inhaling the awful redolence of marijuana and alcohol.

I wondered why Vermont brought me here when he was completely engrossed in everything but me. 

We spoke no words.

After what seemed like two hours, Giovanni appeared, bringing news to Vermont. 

“The boys have the target, boss.”

Good news, I suppose.

         Driving back to the mansion was now with a Mexican girl Vermont couldn't get his hands off.

I couldn't wait to be away from Vermont and his newly found pet, so I hastened my steps but his voice halted my tracks.

“Where do you think you're going, pet?”

His cold and grey eyes bored intently into mine that it made my knees wobble 

“To m-my room.” I managed to say, taking backward steps as he was closing the small gap between us. 

He didn't stop until my ass dropped to a nearby couch and his breath fanned my face.

“No dearest. You would sit on this couch and watch me—” he paused, leaning dangerously close that his lips grazed my earlobe “– watch me lick, suck, and…fuck!”

I could swear I felt my stomach churn, trying to retch the words that sprang into my ears.

“What!?”

“What?” He mocked with a sly smile. “I just want to see how long my righteous pet will stay dry down there.”