Bella. ‘My nose was the first of my senses to wake as the overpowering stench of what I suspected to be rotting flesh filled my nostrils, almost choking me. I coughed a few times, prying my eyes open, but I couldn’t see a thing. I went into an instant panic, thinking I’d gone blind and my hands tried to rub my eyes but were met with restriction. I was tied and blindfolded. Slowly, reality began to set in, I remember matching through the valley, hurrying to catch up with my friends before my face was suddenly covered, followed by a painful sting on my neck and it all went black. It wasn’t a bad dream. I was kidnapped, panic and fear started setting in, and the stench of the cold room suddenly faded away as I thrashed in my position trying to free myself. A heavy sob left me and I started screaming at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t utter anything intelligible, I just needed someone to hear me scream. How long have I been out? What about my parents? Were they looking for me?
Bella.The past few weeks were remarkably different from my first months at The Rave. Miss Carter has been breathing down my neck, complaining of all the plates I’ve broken and orders I’ve mixed up. I was currently serving punishment for mixing a client's order and triggering his allergy. I couldn’t help the smile that curled at my lips when he started choking, he’d made it a point to smack my ass whenever I rounded his table. Watching him suffer pleased me.Unfortunately, Miss Carter was watching and concluded I had mixed the orders on purpose, hence my current position in the kitchen, cleaning and scrubbing after she dismissed the rest of the staff.“How does it feel when one falls from grace?” A voice asked behind me, startling me and sending my neck whipping to the back.Anna leaned on the kitchen door, lazily filling her fingers as she gave me a condescending look.After weeks of training and competitions, Miss Carter finally chose her as my replacement at the dungeon and she h
DANTEThere are three things I don’t joke with; my money, my family, my cock, and currently, someone was tugging tightly on my business.I don’t understand how people know very well the consequences of their actions and yet they go ahead with it expecting different outcomes.I’ve made it a point to make an example of whoever messed with my business, yet a new asshole rates its ugly head every year.Someone had the guts to attempt to burn down one of my Casinos in Miami. I say ‘attempt’ because there’s no way they really thought they were going to succeed.I rolled the cigar in my hand, taking in the intricate markings and how well it was wrapped, It reminded of me it in a way. Tightly wrapped, keeping every bit compact and pressed inside, no room for anything new, and the only way to destroy what was rolled in was with fire.While I greatly admire the morale of the idiot because it takes a person with guts of steel to embark on such a mission. My fingers tingled from all the ways I im
DANTE “We need to get Bella back into the dungeon,” Luca said the moment I stepped into my office. He was already seated and waiting for me to conclude my meeting.“The profit has dropped by almost 80% and the patrons don’t even bid over 5,000 dollars. She messed up but if you’re not getting rid of her, why not put her back to work and get your money's worth from her body.”“Hello to you too brother, I see you’re in a fine mood today,” I reply, unbuttoning my suit and rolling my sleeves to get to work. I had a stack of files that would put the Eiffel Tower to shame on my desk.While it might be considered backward by most people, I preferred to run most of my transactions on paper. I got Enzo to keep a digital format and all but everything else was essentially on paper.Computers had a way of doing away with the process, deleting all the errors, and the cancelations, presenting you with a clean pristine document to work with. I preferred a raw manuscript with the side notes and all.
BELLA“Are you okay?” Viv rushed to my side as I slowly walked into my room. She has my spare key and could come in any time her roommate was being a bitch and unbearable. I held out my arm for her to hold while slowly making my way to my bed. Lost in need to fall into the soft comfort of my mattress, I forgot one shouldn’t be sitting on their ass after they’ve been repeatedly spanked. The pain shot through me like a red-hot spike, and I almost fell off the bed. Viv pulled me into a hug, rocking me sideways after I settled into a fetal position. I held in the sob gathered at the base of my throat, I don’t cry when someone is watching. “What happened to you, Bella? Did anyone hurt you?” She asked, her eyes filled with concern as she released me from her hold, inspecting my body. It was quite unfortunate the marks she was looking for were well hidden and neatly tucked inside my tights. “I’m okay Viv, I slipped on a liquid on the kitchen floor and fell on my ass. I think I might’ve s
DANTE “Someone is hot on your tail and whoever they are, are really great at covering their tracks. They use encrypted messages that self-destruct the moment they’ve been read and make payments via crypto and cash.” Enzo commented coming to sit next to me on the bench set outside the boxing ring. Another of my establishments took a hit and I wasn’t as lucky as I was the last time. I cracked my neck, rolling the tension from my shoulders. When I catch whoever this is, and I will catch him, I’ll make sure his death is as slow as possible. I took out my phone, observing the scene playing out on my screen. A thick blanket of black smoke covered the whole area, making it almost impossible to make out the structure on fire. Luca said it all happened too fast and this time, a suicide bomber was used otherwise the CCTVs would’ve caught on any foul play or someone attempting to plant anything. A suicide bomber was a stretch, even I had not considered hiring one of those and I’ve had
BELLAA blunt knife from the 1800s could seamlessly slice through the tension that’s been building at The Rave for the past few days. Miss Carter said it was an annual event the Cosa Nostra families in New York hosted yearly to maintain peace and civility amongst them to keep business running smoothly.A concept I found hilarious because I’ve listened to some of these men talk and I know for a fact they won’t hesitate to set each other on fire. A ball to celebrate peace and civility sounds foolish to me but I guess it’s what kept business running.The Mafia is not native to New York as I’ve come to discover and their operations were mostly camouflaged as business deals, unlike their hometown where the Cosa Nostra is well known and respected down to the church.You heard me right, down to the church. When I found out Dante had a little church in the basement I completely lost my marbles.I knew the Italians took the church seriously with Rome and all that but you can’t have a whole ch
BELLA“Stay out of my way.” Anna pushed past me, snatching the red lipstick I was using off my hands. We were currently in what Vivian liked to call the beauty room. It was a room with all kinds of make-up and clothes for us to pick from whenever we had to make an appearance or perform.Vivian threw me a knowing glance and we both laughed at her stupid antics, earning me a stink eye from her.“I know you fucked the boss in exchange for a spot but I’ll have you know you’ll not be taking my place. I already made some friends among the patrons and they love me. You’re a thing of the past, long forgotten, and should just stay there like every other antic.” She spat, almost pushing me off the vanity.If I was not so focused on my goals for the night, I would’ve given her a taste of her own medicine but I had a bigger fish to fry.“You just wait and see, the moment I climb onto that stage, no one would cast you as much as a glance. One of the patrons has promised to buy me from the Don aft
DANTEIn the Bratva, we don’t start families out of love, romance, friendship, companionship, etc. Families were born out of duty, either to continue the line or to form an alliance.A love match was a laughable concept amongst made men and our women understood that. It was better for any man in the Bratva to marry one of the women, that way, expectations are lowered, understanding is mutual and the union works.The most important aspect of marriage is the provision and protection for the women and the continuity for the men.So long as the women were protected and provided for, they had no right to point fingers at their husbands and the men were free to do as they pleased. Take mistresses and whatever they desire.A complete No was bringing the mistresses home or having kids with them. Then it’s considered that the woman has been dishonored especially if she is a mafia princess. Most people were betrothed at birth or early in life and only had to attain a certain age before they w
BELLA“Where are the clothes?” I asked, skimming through the clothes on the aisle and finding outfits far worse than I was currently putting on.This was the third aisle I was on and the second store we were checking out and it was the same thing. Just different styles and colors.“They’re on the racks.” She said, still wearing the same look she’s been wearing since we left the house.“These are basically lingerie and barely qualify to be called outfits.” I pointed out, holding a sheer body-fitting dress I pulled off the rack.She gave me a once-over as if to say ‘You’re currently wearing one of those.’ Before proceeding to act confused. “Oh, my mistake, I thought a place like this would be better suited for you.” This bitch. She’s had a permanent scowl sewn to her face from the moment we left the house and has not failed to find new ways to call me a slut.A positive side effect of being raised the way I’d been raised was an unshakable confidence. And while I couldn’t care less abo
BELLAEnzo and I cleaned up after breakfast and he was currently teaching me how to play Monopoly. It was a nice game, it had to do with real estate, negotiations, and money so naturally, I was drawn to it.“I’ve contacted Celine, she’ll be here in an hour or two. Tell her everything you need and she’ll get it.” Dante’s voice filtered into the kitchen ahead of him.“Hey! That’s my money.” I yelled, snatching my paper money from a thieving Enzo who lifted his hands in surrender. He keeps trying to steal from me.He’s been here for almost two hours and I can say I’ve had the best time in years. He was the first man who had spoken to me like a human being in a while.In our short time together, he has made no comment about my status, or my presence in Dante’s house, he didn’t even ask how I came to be here.He just waltzed into the house and found me on top of the kitchen stool searching for food in the cupboards and the only thing he said was “I don’t think Chinese would require so much
DANTE I went from making one bad decision in a decade to making a hundred reckless, horrible, and ill-thought decisions in the space of seven months and it all started with the appearance of Isabella Blanchett.Her comment about being eight when she was abducted had me going through her files and searching for clues. What to do with the clues, I had no idea.Every time I had picked up the file in the past had always been to see how Charlotte raised her and maybe get a few insights as to why she was so fearless.Today, I was currently putting off preparing for my meeting with Enzo in favor of digging down an Isabella-sized hole. Alright, that didn’t come out as I expected, still, I was digging and if ended up in any of her holes I certainly wouldn’t mind.According to the file, she grew up in a village in France and was abducted when she snuck out of her house at night.I rolled my eyes at the statement, of course, she was caught sneaking out. Good to know her knack for running away
BELLAThe drive to Dante’s house was mostly quiet and long. I had rushed to my room to inform Vivian of the recent development, I didn’t have enough time to provide context but I guess she got the message. She even commented how she always thought my encounters with the Don were a bit bizarre. Bizarre was certainly one way to put it.A lot of thoughts were racing through my head as we drove, not to mention how suffocating Dante’s presence was. I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes and he just sat there, staring into the road ahead, his face hard and if he tightened his jaw one more time, a vein might just pop. I on the other hand sat next to him, staring into the dark like a lamb that was being led to the slaughter. I had a shit ton of questions to ask but I doubt he’d be receptive to them with his driver present.We finally came to a stop in front of a classic-looking gate and I readied myself to get out of the car because everyone knows after the gate comes the house. Par
BELLA My eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sound of his request. “Can you say that again, I think I misheard you.”He leaned back into his chair, giving me a pointed look. “Be mine for a year and I’ll let you go afterwards.” He repeated casually like he didn’t drop the biggest bomb on me.“You already bought me, you’ve made it clear at every meeting how I belong to you, what difference is this supposed to make?” I heavily at him, feeling a burning sensation course through me.The nerve of this man. You render my ass with welts, fuck me in front of a dying man, make death threats at me every chance you get, lock me in a dungeon for almost a month, and sit there in a pressed suit and casually ask me to yours. I’d be damned if I took him up on his sick offer. If he was looking for some desperate Diana to play with, he had a surprise coming for him.I wasn’t foolish and I was familiar with his game. He promised to set me free to get me to soften up to him and when he’s done
DANTE“I’ll ask you one last time, who sent you?”“I don’t know, I was….” I slammed my fist into his face, feeling the satisfaction course through my veins at the familiar sound of bones crunching beneath my fist. His agonizing scream only pissed me off. I hate it when men cried like bitches.. If you have enough balls to mess with me, I expect you have the resilience to withstand a few blows.“I don’t know! I swear on my mama!” He cried, spitting out the second tooth I was knocking off him today. Blood dripped from his lips to his chin and down to his chest.I watched the trail in fascination, wondering if I should make a permanent trail with my knife. “No! Please no, I’ve told you everything I know. I opened my door and found a package, inside it was a check and a burner. The phone went off immediately the call was over and it wouldn’t come on again.” He pleaded, watching my hand skim over my extensive display of knives. “Hmmmm” I replied, my eyes not leaving my knives. This ans
BELLAFuck me sideways.The big guy upstairs really did say he’ll deliver my enemies into my hands and he just did it in the best way. When my shock at the scene before me finally wore off -which happened in seconds, as I had no prior high expectations of the duo- I could feel a shit-eating grin stretching out my lips as I watched them look at me in part horror and part hatred.“Fancy seeing you here Miss Carter, or should I say, Rose.” I smiled, walking out of my hiding place and her glare intensified. “The situation at hand is quite the leveling ground, you certainly don’t expect titles after what I just witnessed,” I said, gesturing at their current state of undress. I let a fake shiver run through me as I directed my attention to Anna. ”Please put on some clothes, the sight of your bare body is giving me the heebie-jeebies. I already have a lot of nightmares plaguing me as it seems.”She was oddly quiet and compliant for a renowned talkative and bully and I got the dopamine kick
BELLAI paced back and forth while waiting for Vivian to exit Miss Carter's office. I couldn’t relax knowing I was the reason she was in there and I won’t forgive myself if she got into any trouble because of me.I nervously chewed at my thumb, glancing at the wall clock for what would be the hundredth time, and the whole of seven minutes had passed with her in the witch's lair.I always guessed I had a bit of bad luck, I mean I’ve been screaming it since day one but now, I wasn’t sure it was just ill luck. Maybe I was cursed, maybe some evil French woman did some sort of voodoo on me because how does shit always seek me out wherever I go?Ill luck was me getting into troubles that were sometimes of my own making. This was everyone who tried to as much to stand up for me getting into trouble and even losing their lives while the culprits always went Scott free.I heard Miss Carter's door open and practically dashed to it to be met by the unpleasantness that was Anna.She was wearing a