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
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
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. “Next we have Isabella,” the auctioneer announced with lecherous smile. “She turned eighteen two weeks ago. Height: 5’7 with a sweet weight of just 58kg. Her boobs are 32 inches, her waist is 22 inches, and her hips are a generous 39 inches.” He rambled off without glancing at the paper containing my details. “Hair colour is blonde, natural. Blue eyes and all that. The rest of her less interesting details are included in the file before you. And if you’re yet to catch up, she is madame Charlotte's diamond of the season. A look at her and you can already tell what she was trained for.” He smirked, causing the crowd to chuckle.“Turn around dear, let them get a good look at you. Bidding starts at $1,000,000.” He announced, casting a lustful gaze at me.“Least I forget, she’s purely a virgin.” He added like it the cherry on top, leaving murmurs of excitement and satisfaction in his wake.I felt disgust crawl all over me, almost pulling my lunch to the surface, a surface I desper
Bella.“There are rules guiding this establishment, rules you’re expected to strictly adhere to. Under no circumstances are you to break any of them, not one. Am I clear?” A middle aged woman who looked like the lower budget of Madame C addressed us. The movies were right, the actual wolves did put on sheep clothings and the worst of criminals were dressed in expensive suits and dresses, no tattoos or piercings in sight. “Yes Ma’am.” We chorused.“Some of these rules are general, while some will be particular to the division you’ve been placed. Yes, divisions,” she repeated, probably seeing the questioning looks we threw her way. “I am certain you all weren’t trained the same way in your place of……grooming.” She continued, pacing back and forth and observing us like we were under a lens. “And even you were trained in a similar manner, I’m certain you all didn’t go for the same price.” She pinned her gaze on me as though she was trying to send a message. I was very intent on not re
Bella.I ended the dance with my signature split, hands running from my boobs to my pussy as I maintained eye contact with my chosen prey. It was a method Madame C taught me herself. She always said to pick a face in the crowd, preferably a the most intimidating face you can find and perform for them. You can send teasing glances to the other men in the room but make sure you don’t break the spell with your client of choice. She said men had fragile egos and this would send the others I didn’t pick into some sort of frenzy, trying to draw my attention while my client of choice would get an ego boost like there was something about him that made him better than the other men. It didn’t make sense to me at first but in two months, I’d realized she was absolutely right. She was in fact right about a lot of things. I picked myself off the stage in the most sensual manner known to man and stalked off without a goodbye bow or a glance in their direction. I liked to dismiss the night lik
Dante.“I told you bringing in the girls would make a huge difference, look how much we’ve made in two months.” Luca my brother gloated, making himself comfortable on the sofa across from me. “That bastard, Calista can eat his words.”Two months ago, he came up with the idea of buying girls from “The Echo.” It was an organized crime syndicate involved in all forms of criminal activities.I wasn’t innocent, I had my methods but I preferred to distance myself from certain crimes, trafficking being one of them but when Luca brought up the statistics of the New York casino, I knew we had to consider alternatives. Calista was a new money dirt bag who thought because he stumbled on money, he was suddenly an equal and a worthy opponent but that’s the thing with people like him, their loyalty was to money. In the mafia, our loyalty was to family, to one another before money or possessions. We had codes governing our acts and there are things we would never get involved in as a family.These
BellaFriday nights were a personal favorite of mine, there was a spread of options to pick from. I learned from the other girls how to spot a wealthy man. From the fit of his suit to the leather of his shoes and down to his cufflinks. I was surprised by how accurate there were. Every man that came to the “Rave” was rich, you need to have a certain income level to even be allowed into the club but amongst the rich, were the wealthy. Those were my target and the older they were, the better.The music started with a low hum, it’s vibration moving through me. I was certain if Madame C didn’t train me on how to dance, I would’ve picked up dancing somewhere else.I enjoyed the way the music coaxed movements from my body, the way it commanded the sway of my hips and bend of my knees.I felt free when I danced. It was the only time I wasn’t so wrapped up in the shit that has become my life. I was one with the music. I curled my legs around the pole, letting my upper body fall off, shruggi