"Mmm...I'm going to enjoy making you my little whore, Emilia." ************************************ Abandoned by her family, and forced into marriage to clear their debts, Emilia yearns for freedom. However, even freedom comes at a cost, and Emilia must pay to none other than Marcelo Del Ponte, a notorious crime boss and mafia leader. Will Emilia be able to satiate his raw hunger? Will she be consumed by his obsession and lust? Can she change Marcelo into the man she once knew him to be? Will she ever be truly free?
View MoreMarcelo~[A/N: Just a little flashback at Marcelo's life with his father.]I sat across from my father at the passenger seat of his limousine. It's been two days since my mother's funeral, and we were now moving to his residence in Sicily.Memories of my mother's gruesome death were still fresh on my young mind; memories of how my father killed her."It was an accident." I had told the police officers who came to investigate and at this point, I loathed myself for it.My eyes lazily scanned the passing scenery from the car window. I was determined to look anywhere else but at my father."Beautiful, right?" His gruffy voice interrupted my train of thoughts, and I pretended not to hear him.I heard him sigh heavily, before adjusting on his seat. He was just as my mother had always described him; a villain."Guardami, figliolo!" He whispered in a threatening voice, and I slowly peeled my eyes off the road.My cold gaze was now fixated on green eyes, which were very similar to mine. It m
Emilia~"Watch out!" I had been shouting that way too much, even though Chloe happens to be a pretty good driver. I guess it was just an instinct to be protective of her.Isabella on the other hand, was sitting comfortably beside her in the front seat. She wasn't at all fazed by the drama between me and Chloe.Looking into the rearview mirror, our eyes met for a split second. Isabella must have seen the mixture of worry and concern in my eyes, because she sent me a pitiful glance."He's going to be fine, you know?" She said, and I let out a scoff."I'm not worried about Marcelo. I'm worried about the fact that my sister is driving so recklessly." I lied through my teeth, and even Chloe turned around to raise an eyebrow at me."Eyes on the road!" I shouted at her, and she mumbled incoherently as she did what I asked of her.Silence now fell upon us, and that was when I realized that I actually called Chloe "my sister" out loud, and she didn't seem offended by it. Now I didn't want to
Emilia~I had nothing else to do, so here I was with my sister. We had both been staring at each other for what felt like hours."So, you were saying..." I drawled, breaking the long silence."...if I untie you right now, you won't pounce on me?" She let out a scoff, and for a moment, I thought I saw a trace of amusement on her face."I'm not a wild animal." She stated."You claim to be my sister, so I expect you to know that at least." I gulped, as I mulled over her words. Compared to the first few days she was brought here, Chloe was a lot calmer now. She was no longer looking at me like she wants to behead me, and a part of me wondered if it was just a ploy to get me to lower my guard around her.She watched me with a smirk, obviously enjoying the stressed look on my face."Come on! Don't tell me you're that scared." She teased, and I turned to give her a look.I was soon walking towards her, before kneeling to get the cuffs off her wrist. She froze, obviously stunned by my acti
Marcelo~"You're not locking me up again!"How could she say that, after all I'm doing to keep her safe? Why does she have to keep making me feel like the villain here?"Boss? What more shall we do?" Martinez queried out loud, and I realized I had zoned out of our conversation."Hold on for now." I said to him, before turning to look out of the car window. Martinez was seating right beside me at the backseat, and as always, I could feel his concern and worry. However, he made no move to ask me anything.I just wanted to see someone first, before I decide if this is a full blown war or not.Impatience coursed through me, and I resorted to bouncing my knees awkwardly, as we drove on. I soon realized that it was something Emilia usually does, whenever she gets nervous.The maximum security prison soon came into view, and I felt like I should finally be relaxed, but I really wasn't.The gates were opened, allowing us to pull up into the driveway. "We're here, Boss!" My driver, Dmitri an
Emilia~I've never really been much of a drinker, but after what happened earlier today, I've been gulping down shots of alcoholic drinks.She said something about someone really powerful wanting me dead. Apparently, this "someone" was rich enough to put in some heavy cash reward for whoever gets to kill me. If Marcelo had not intervened, that woman would have succeeded.I haven't been able to utter a single word to anybody since then. Maybe these drinks will help me loosen up, but then again, what do I really have to say?Marcelo has also been awfully quiet, even from our drive back home. At first, I thought he was pissed, but then I realized he probably blames himself for leaving me alone in that dressing room. I almost got killed, and he witnessed it.It's been a few hours since we arrived at the mansion, and I can't seem to find Marcelo anywhere. Instead, I'm stuck here with his "friend". "With all that alcohol, you shouldn't even be able to keep your eyes open." Isabella said to
Emilia~"I know you want to try it on." Marcelo whispered from behind me, as I stared at a dress that I found to be really provocative.I wondered who in their right minds would want to wear something like that."What? Me? No way!" I blurted out, as I was being pulled from my train of thoughts.My face was already turning red in embarrassment, and Marcelo wasn't helping with how he stared at me."It will look perfect on you." He persisted, coming closer to me.I could feel his hot breath on my neck, as he brushed up against me from behind.Dirty glances were cast our way, by a few people who also seemed to be shopping. However, the staff were busy directing them away from us."I'll look like a slut in it." I argued, frowning at a mental image of myself in the said dress.I was snapped back to the present, at the feeling of Marcelo's hardness poking my butt. I was suddenly starting to feel so much heat, despite the fact that the entire place was well ventilated."Mmm... imagine how ea
Emilia~It's been over twenty minutes since Martinez left me by myself in this car. I was growing increasingly impatient and upset, not knowing if I should keep waiting, or go drag him out myself.Something tells me he's doing this because of Marcelo. He probably doesn't want to risk getting on Marcelo's bad side again, so he's intentionally avoiding me.He was supposed to drive me to the clothe store, as I really wanted to get something for Chloe. It's been two days now, and I haven't given her anything decent to wear.Deciding I'd wasted enough time waiting for Martinez, I made up my mind to go into the house and fish him out.However, just as the thought occurred to me, the driver's door suddenly clicked open. Instead of Martinez, a smiling Marcelo ushered himself into the vehicle, much to my surprise.I frowned at him, wanting an explanation for what was going on."Martinez won't be able to make it." He stated.The smug look on his face really pissed me off, and I tried to imagine
Emilia~"You kidnapped her?!" I shrieked in disbelief, at a smug looking Marcelo."What? Martinez is allowed to help, and I'm not?" He asked, before casually walking into the room."Doesn't seem fair." I glared at him, as my sister kept struggling on the chair and letting out muffled screams. I was willing to bet that she was swearing alot."Damn...she's a lot feistier than I remember." Marcelo remarked, as he bent down beside my Chloe, to look her in the eyes.The latter made several attempt to break free from her restraints, and probably jump on him. She was like a very angry, rabid dog."What if the police hears of this, or worse..." I questioned, feeling my anxiety get the better of me."...her people decides to come looking for her?" Marcelo let out a scoff, like I had just said the most ridiculous thing. He stood back up, to his full height, before walking towards me."You have very little faith in me, Em!" He whispered, just within a few inches from my ear."Nobody is coming
Emilia~Deciding that I had spent enough time in the bathtub, I carefully crept out, dropping water onto the bathroom floor.I reached for a nearby towel, which I used to dry my hair thoroughly. The blow-dryer would have been a better option, but I've always had a phobia of that device.I hummed softly to myself, as I casually wrapped another towel around my lower body, before deciding to exit the bathroom.I stepped into my main bedroom, and I was instantly startled by the sight of a very shirtless Marcelo, sitting on the bed, with a copy of my magazines in his hand.He raised up his head to grin at me, and my stomach instantly did a somersault. What does he want now?Feeling self-conscious of the fact that I was in nothing but a towel, I shifted my weight from one feet to the other, not really knowing how to react."I brought a peace offering." He announced, holding up a white plastic bag.Really? Ice-cream? I arched an eyebrow, as he unveiled the contents of the plastic bag. He wa
Emilia~"I want out!" The words escaped my lips, as I stood before my husband. He looked up at me from his desk, and a sudden silence hung thickly in the air. I held my breath in anticipation of his response."What did you just say?" He finally asked, after what felt like a whole hour of uncomfortable silence.My lips trembled, as I watched him stand up from his seat. His jaw clenched, and his bloodshot eyes seemed to be daring me to repeat myself.Whatever debt my late parents owed, I believed I had already paid with my years of marriage to him. I couldn't continue with it anymore."I'm...done. I want out!" I said again, a little louder and firmer. This time, I slid some divorce papers onto his desk.Bronx suddenly burst out into a fit of hysterical laughter. I watched his whole body vibrate, as he tilted his head backwards to howl even louder, like this was the funniest thing he ever heard."You want out?" He asked, flashing me a yellow-toothed grin.I begun to slowly back away, a...
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