A MAFIA’S RIGHTEOUS PET
Chapter 4
Grace
I sat and watched Vermont make love to the Mexican lady.
It wouldn't faze me, I thought.
I had watched Father do the same to Eloise far too many times to be fazed by this one.
It wasn't something new, but then, it was.
What I was seeing was new and odd.
The way he trailed soft kisses over her body, meticulously sucking and caressing her nipples was looking so pleasurable that for the first time ever, I wanted it for myself.
They were inseparable as they went from the couch to the table and then to the bed. Moans filled the room, moans that mostly came from the Mexican lady.
That, I've never witnessed. It was ardent.
To make it worse, Vermont made eye contact with me way more than he did with the woman in his bed, causing a strange wetness between my thighs.
I watched with unknowing interest how his wet tongue circled and played skillfully around her clit while she moved her hips in sync with his movements.
After a while, he flipped her over, slapping her ass that was now in the air and pulling her to the edge of the bed, giving him access to slip his cock into her slick pussy.
I bit my tongue, hating and unwilling to admit that my body was betraying me.
SEX. I've known it to be painful and sore for women.
Only men got the pleasure and an upsurge in ego, right?
But…Why did the Mexican lady appear delighted?
She pulled him closer and even begged for more as he thrust deep into her.
It was nauseating that I tried to believe she was faking it.
I clutched the arm of the sofa until it was finally over.
The Mafia lay on the king-sized bed, heaving. His nakedness disgusted me– It should, but my stupid eyes were drawn below his waist.
Even in his semi-hard state, he was thick and massive.
Father was a joke to this man! I laughed inwardly.
“We'd be doing this next time, little pet.”
Vermont’s phrase slapped me back to my devastating reality.
Guess I was the joke here.
His words seemed to have formed a huge lump in my throat that I couldn't swallow.
Me? Next time? Over my dead body!
I've kept myself for my future husband and that's what I was going to do.
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It was dawn and I couldn't sleep a wink. My eyes kept dashing between chains and shackles, counting and recounting while my brain was uncontrollably replaying Vermont's words without break.
It'd be me next time? That'd be losing my virginity to him.
Vermont of all men! Hell no!
But then…
Wh-what if next time would the today!?
I sprung up and rummaged through the drawers in the room. I need to get out! I can't just sit here and watch myself wreck into pieces.
I ought to find something, a key, a pin, a rifle– anything!
I counted one… two… three as I opened each drawer for a vigorous search. My heart was pounding and tears were starting to cloud my vision.
Thirteen…fourteen, but there was nothing of use.
They all contained a horrifying amount of not just belts and whips but condoms and lubricants that appeared geriatric and breathed out.
What exactly does Vermont live for? I wanted to scream his name and curse it but instead, I inhaled deeply, bracing myself.
It was the very last drawer in the room. Its handle was broken.
It was my last thread of hope.
I forcefully pulled out the wooden trunk, slapping disappointment in my face.
An envelope. An old yellow-colored envelope sat solitary in the dusty compartment.
It was useless but I opened it nonetheless.
It wasn't a letter but a list. A list of names written in red ink, perhaps, blood.
I, Evelyn Moore was here
Catherine Kyne
Aisha Rasheed
Deborah Alfred was locked here
The list stretched to a lengthy one of forty-four. A list of women who have been locked here just like me.
Forty-four innocent women!
My entire weight collapsed to the floor. They were all here, right in this room.
What did Vermont do to them? Rape? Whipping? To death or the brink of death?
What did they do to deserve such? What have we done to suffer at his zeal!?
My heart burned. It burned with spite and vengeance.
He deserved to die. That's the only way to save myself and even a thousand generations.
At this point, I didn't care about burning in hell.
I would kill Vermont Cardoniss MYSELF!
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“I'm afraid I can't, Grace.” Aunt Cherry said. “Sir Vermont didn't give any order to let you out.”
“He didn't say you should keep me locked in forever either,” I opposed, “I’m only asking to eat in the kitchen, why're you making a fuss out of it? Do you enjoy watching me suffer?”
The older woman glanced at my untouched breakfast and sighed.
“20 minutes for lunch.”
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“Phew!” I breathed out after I successfully got back to my space, concealing the knife under my pillow.
It was not much of an aisle grabbing a knife from the kitchen and masking it in the band of my pants.
I was just one step away from completing my mission.
I had a little internal celebration as I waited for night to take over.
The plan was simple. Dig a knife deep in Vermont's cold-blooded heart when he's asleep.
It was the only strategy my brain could assume was effective and infallible.
The time felt excruciatingly slower than usual. I was beginning to panic but that didn't take away my zeal to personally send Vermont to his ancestors.
You're doing the right thing, I told myself. Taking his life is a bold step to end the despair of thousands.
Isn't that a sin? a small voice In my head inquired, trying to poke my conscience but I shook it off.
If it's a sin, may the Lord forgive me. Amen.
When it was deep into the night, the mansion grew so quiet that even the rustling of leaves couldn't be heard.
I retrieved the knife underneath my pillow and got up to my feet.
It was the perfect time.
My legs were shivering cold but I proceeded nonetheless.
My plans worked perfectly, the door was unlocked because I asked Aunt Cherry not to visit me again for the day after I noticed she didn't lock the door when I followed her to the kitchen.
My heart rate seemed to increase with every step I took and I blamed his unnecessarily oversized room.
I was as quiet and mindful as any human could be.
Even a professional assassin wouldn't do better.
I eventually got to his bed space where I had to mount a few steps and there he was, a beast that had no conscience and dared to be sleeping peacefully.
He was lying on his back, a perfect position to dig the knife into his chest but my hands were shaky.
Should I just retreat?
Oh! Maybe I should. I'm not so sure right now.
Momentarily, the vision of what he may have done to all those women began to play in my head.
There's a huge chance I'd die in that room too, in the hands of this beast.
My rage was rekindled that instant. Even God will want him dead and wherever the forty-four women were, they'd be glad to see him dead too.
I closed my eyes and raised my hands to trust the knife right in his…
Yes, there was a stab and then a loud cry.
MY CRY!
Vermont's eyes had flipped open and there was a small, creepy smile on his face as he gripped my hand that held the knife, leaving me shocked and petrified.
“You've got quite a big dream, pet,” He said in a husky voice.“But this is how to make a kill.”
He redirected my hand, propelling the knife straight into my abdomen.
My body stowed away all sorts of liquid, SWEAT, URINE, and BLOOD!
The pain was as though I was split open into two parts.
The pain was intolerable and my mouth hung open, releasing painful groans.
Vermont switched our position, causing me more discomfort. I held onto the sheets, stiffened, and walking the paths to the afterlife.
He settled between my parted legs.
“Don't die,” he snickered, “You’re my money, and should at least fuck you first. Right?”
In between whimpers, I managed to shake my head negatively.
He should call a doctor for heaven's sake! I didn't want to die!
“C–c–call a d–doc–”
“Oh! I have to be your husband before fucking you?”
He grabbed my waist.
“Let's get married.”
A MAFIA’S RIGHTEOUS PET PROLOGUE “The boys have the target, boss.”I heard Gio announce to Vermont who nodded in approval but his eyes still fixated on the Mexican girl who bashed the dance floor with her sexy dance moves.It was my first time in a club and I’d say there's nothing about it that's to my liking. The loud distasteful music, the cigarettes, the whisky, and even the people all irritated me.“I want her,” He said and I couldn't help but notice how the Mafia’s eyes closely followed the young lady. “The one in purple.” He added, ultimately qualifying his pick.He looked at her just the way he had lustfully scrutinized my naked body under the luminous bathroom light yesterday.The shame gushed through my body again, making me shudder. No one aside from my mother has ever seen me naked, at least not one I remember, talk more of the places he touched me–As much as I hated Vermont and being here, I wouldn't say I miss home or want to be there because home meant being Father'
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 Fathe
A MAFIA’S RIGHTEOUS PET CHAPTER 2Grace Being dragged roughly by these strange mafia men, barefoot and scantily clad didn't feel much better than being stuck with Father.This has to be the most horrible decision I've made in my entire twenty years.“Can you be more gentle? I can walk on my own.” I said trying to catch my breath as two brute-looking fellows dragged me and gave no sign of having heard me talk.Both were bald but one seemed taller and muscular while the other was rather fat and a few inches shorter.I was hurled carelessly into the back seat of a black SUV like a sack of grain and my head was met with a slam against a hard object, making me wince in pain.“owww!” I exclaimed.The two men ignored me, whispering something to each other that my brain couldn't decipher at that moment.My head throbbed even harder when I saw that the hard object that almost cracked my head open was another human’s head.I gasped, seeing a young man, cuffed and downright covered in blood.
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,