NikoJust to annoy Luca for interrupting whatever was happening between Bianca and me back in my room, I ride in the car with them down to the docks like a fucking gooseberry. The silence is a killer at first; it makes me regret ever climbing up front and not taking my car where I could swear aloud to expel this energy suddenly building inside me. We pulled up inside the docks forty minutes later, and I assessed Emma from the rearview.She says she wants to take over, but I doubt her decision is based on an educated one.But then again, it's not like I know her as I know Luca. I head in promptly, needing to take a few minutes to gather myself whilst I collect the paperwork from one of the men. And then I walk through to the back room in their wake. The first thing I see is the women, each fitting the same profile. Young. Blonde. Curvy. The ideal perfection for certain men. It's obvious the man has a type, and as I look down at the paperwork stuffed on a clipboard before me, I no
Continued: Looking around, I see every man watching me; I'm obviously acting strangely. Usually, I do my job without emotion or prompting. But not today. Sighing, I walk over to Lionel and ask for the camera he's holding for me. Then, I turn to each of the girls. "Strip, we need to ensure you travelled unharmed," I grate out, devoid of emotion. The girls nod, standing up from their kneeled position stripping their clothing from their bodies. I start snapping pictures of each, marking the Polaroids with their names to ensure they can file with their correct files. I try not to react, god I wish I couldn't. But blondes seem to be my thing, or at least they have been for much of my life, until this morning, when I had Bianca pushed against my door after seeing her being touched by Elio. With a deepened sense of anger at not being able to control my own body around a woman, I grit my teeth and demand they feed the girls before I barge into the back. Opening the door, I put my po
Continued: Andrea enters my car almost as soon as I pull up beside her apartment building. She's dressed in a long trench coat, no doubt with only underwear below, just as I like. Smiling a hello, we don't say anything as I move the car back on the road and head home, excited to finally expel this weird fucking need on a woman that knows I do the no attachment thing. Andrea's a beautiful English girl. Blonde, tall and athletic and well built for a woman and fucking good in bed. She works at the Downtown Club; everyone knows she is under my protection. All my regular girls are. Not long after we leave town, we're pulling up at the front of the house. I skip around the car, open the door for Andrea, and hold my arm out for her to take again. We remain silent, walking in contentment. We haven't said a word to one another when we walk into the house, and my instant happiness is cut fucking short. "Who the hell is she?" Bianca screams at me; just leaving the kitchen, she has the
Bianca I'm breathless, hot and fucking breathless as I cling to reality in the midst of pretend. I hadn't expected to eat dinner and exit the kitchen to find Niko had arrived home with another woman. But the moment I saw her, I wanted to beg every God that this world worships that this was make belief. That my eyes deceived me. Red hot jealously raged like an inferno inside of me. I was angry. So angry I could have murdered that girl—Andrea, with my bare fucking hands and not blinked twice. She was everything I was not. She's blonde like Emma, tall and well built, and explicitly beautiful. It's obvious she spends hours working out that I don't. Her bottom is as round as a peach, and her legs and arms are toned and defined. My gaze flicked between them, and realisation dawned on me like an elephant. I'm not his type; I couldn't be. Not if she was anything to go by. And yet, we are to be married in less than a few weeks. He accepted, and I thought perhaps I would
Continued: I'm not sure why I do it, but I act on impulse. I walk to him without thought. As soon as I'm near, he grabs my wrist, pulling me to stand between his legs and desk. "So you were pretty angry?" he asks, though I treat the question as rhetorical. The evidence in his room was enough to prove that I was angry. "Let me teach you an outlet for that?" He drools at me with a sure smirk that triggers me. My buttocks hit the desk as he pushed me back, his hands holding onto my waist. His name falls from my mouth, a breathy mixture of wanton need and fear of what he might do and take. "Niko," I whisper in warning, though I'm not sure if it comes off that way. "It's okay, little bee. I know what you need," he croons. I'm pushed back onto the desk, my legs spread so either foot sits on his thighs. I'm vulnerable; I'm open to him. My heart races even more, my mind swamped with the unknown. He can't touch me, god he can't see the thing I keep hidden. I'm about to protes
Niko Luca is the one to have interrupted us; just as I was about to get my fucking dick wet, he knocked at my office door and put an end to whatever was transpiring between Bianca and me. My desk was absolutely wet, her thighs, top and back included with the squirting orgasm that took over her. But you know what? I didn't fucking mind, and she tasted more divine than a five-course meal at the fucking Hilton. But work called, and I had to prepare our men to protect Emma and Luca at all costs. Today, Emma swears by the Moretta name. So all morning, I've been planning the exits, the men I'll have following Emma and Luca around with precision. The ones staying in getaway cars waiting for eventualities, I hope, don't arise. I'm consumed by the prospect of needing to protect them. And that's why I find myself smoking yet-a-fucking-gain outside the front of the house. I call it stress relief, but I know my addiction is running at an all-time high right now. I need the fucking dr
Continued: "Come on?" I call her, reaching down to rip my top up and over my head. I need a shower, too. We have an engagement to attend, so surely this can be classed as killing two birds with one stone? And we're saving on water whilst we're at it, which is always a plus when you live with so many people. "You want to wash me?" She asks me shyly, not having moved from that spot by the door. "I should have done it the moment I made you come, Bee. Now come on, we have things to do and places to be," I grate out, seedlings of doubt playing havoc on my decision-making. Should I really be doing this? Encouraging this weird dynamic, I don't understand. I've never showered with one of the girls; I usually deem it to be too intimate. Even with those thoughts, I drop my jeans and then my pants, staring at Bianca as I do. That heat from my office travels up her bare neck and into her cheeks. Her eyes are zeroed in on one place on me in particular. "Oh, god," she moans in the ba
Continued: "Get your hands off her," Franko demands with a glare worthy of instant death. "No," I state. "Franko, please," Bianca's voice comes soft and breathy, pissing me the fuck off instantly. I fight looking at her, but I'm unsuccessful. Thankfully, she's looking to the floor, her attention very much not on him as I expected. "Ah, Franko Densel, it's lovely to see you again," Luca's thick and domineering voice comes from beside us. He and Emma joined this little altercation before it really started. "Emma, you can't allow this. There was a deal between your father and mine; Bianca belongs to me," Franko pleads, his desperation obvious and ridiculous. Turning my body away, I pretend I'm more interested in the men moving around the room, but I'm not. I want to snap the boy's neck to prevent him from ever laying eyes on Bianca again, let alone placing any part of him on her. "I'm not my father; I won't force a marriage on her," Emma replies. "You can't stop it; the a
Continued:My entrance is dramatic, and I twist my ankle. Barely containing the yelp of pain as hands steady me. "Careful," Niko warns as his hands grab my shoulders. Righting me, he strokes my cheek and kisses my forehead. Then he leaves me, moving for Alexandra, who is sitting on one of the kitchen stalls in the middle of the kitchen. I watch Niko closely tie her to the stall, ensuring her hands and legs are immobile.I'm itching to turn every light off and cut out all light for anyone searching for something to guide their way here, to me.The seconds tick by until he's finished, and I slap every light switch to swamp us in darkness when he begins to stand."Bee?" He questions me as the house falls into darkness. The silence around us stretches out only as far as Alexandra's laugh allows. She knows, god, she knows that they're coming. "Isaw lightout at sea," I whisper to Niko. "She's guiding them here. I'm sure of it!" I tell him desperately, knowing he probably won't believe m
BiancaThings are escalating so quickly, and I'm at a complete loss for words. I don't know what to do with the information safely stowed away in my bra. It is burning my skin. It's begging me to reveal it, knowing deep down that we need to acknowledge the fact that a Densel was seemingly working against one of their own with the likes of another man's wife, who just so happens to be one of the top three rulers of our kind.I'm sure Niko could make more heads over the tail of it himself, but I don't want to give away the game for Alexandra only to win with the upper hand. Because she knows, she knows what Benji was doing there, and she might be the fucking key for the downfall headed our way. Now, whether Benji is the one she is hinting at or if she is hinting at Mitchel is above me right now.Anxiety rolls through me, and a sixth sense begs me to accept the truth. They were working together, but for what and why? And more importantly, who?So, I defer. I accused her of cheating des
Continued: Sighing and gritting my teeth in annoyance, I begin to unbutton my shirt in a hurry. Shifting it off my shoulders, I hold it out to Alexandra with a stern look of annoyance, willing her to take it without saying thank you. Sven chuckles from the back of the boat. He's far enough away that his chuckle comes at me quietly, but I hear it anyway as I make eye contact with him. He never did appreciate having morals. "Thank you," Alexandra eagerly takes my shirt, wrapping it around herself, proving she was trying her damned hardest to conceal the fact she was indeed very cold. I train my gaze away from her lack of attire, aware that my staring might well upset Bianca, and I far from want to create that distance between us. Not after we've come so far in our relationship. "I think you need to start talking, Alexandra," I finally demand with a low undertone, my voice as menacing as I can make it. I want to instil as much fear as I can to successfully seek the answers I need. Bu
Niko The short ride to the private dock is tense and, quite frankly, unnerving as I try to remain stoic and quiet after saving Alexandra and nearly losing Bianca in the process. I want to ask Bianca exactly what happened and how she came to be in that room alone with no one holding her there as I thought I'd find, but I cannot fathom asking these questions in the earshot of Sven, and perhaps even Alexandra. I need to judge whether the pair of them are safe, and I definitely need to gauge whether Alexandra is a threat. How did she know that Bianca would be in that room, and would she tell me if she had planned to abduct her alongside the Densels? I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but the Densel dabble in illegal requirements of girls, even by the mafia's sordid morals and not one family knows the coordinates of any one of their bases. Most girls, if not all, disappear without a trace after they are handed over to the Densels. It's quite literally as if they vanish into thin air
Continued:"Stop calling me Bambi.""Don't you like to be reminded of who you belong under, Bee?" "Benji, I—."Surprisingly, he pushes past me, heading for the opened suitcase on the bed. He shoves a few loose articles inside, then walks off to bathroom returning with a wash bag that goes in too.I blink, like a retard. What in the hell?"Don't play games with me, Bambi. Sit down," he scowls at his hands, speaking in the same tone as before. And yet his whole demeanour changes. He drops the knife on the bed, disregarding it as if it hurt him to hold it up to me.I frown at the door I'm still stood before and I talk in a genuinely frightened and confused voice."Okay, okay. Where do you want me?" I ask."There," he point to the desk."I'll sit," I tell him, moving with my hand before me to show I'm playing his game. Even if it seems demented at this point. I walk to the desk, and I see a notepad and pen supplied by the hotel. Taking the pen I write down on the notepad.What the fuck i
BiancaNiko executed his plan very promptly leading me and grabbing the girl as we compiled out of the small door that led us back here in the first place. But things don't continue as expectedly when I start to veer off from Niko with the encouragement of a hand that surely isn't his."Let go of me," I hiss in pain as I'm dragged by the wrist through the crowd of people. The hand holding my wrist is cold, and unlike Niko's warm and inviting touch, I recoil very quickly from the individual leading me away. I try to turn away using my weight as a tool to pivot in the direction I want to head in, my aim is to head back to the group of people that are now lingering outside the door. Back to Niko, back to safety but my feet lose purchase on the floor, my body being lifted quite easily as if I weighed nothing.The strong smell of aftershave fills my nostrils, a stark reminder of him, of Don Densel."Let me go! Let go of me," I begin to shout.Pushing away from the body I find myself crus
Continued: Fuck, I knew bringing her here would mean trouble. No girl enters the den if not to be sold. "Stop," I hiss at Alexandra's struggles as I circle in a hurry. The weight of her stare has me wilting, yet I cannot concentrate on protecting her as I should. I should be hurrying her out of the hotel, getting her into the getaway car. Yet I'm failing my job because of Bianca's whereabouts. "Niko?" Alexandra's voice shows her confusion as she looks up from where my hand is crushing her wrist to my face. I allow myself one moment to look her in the eye, and then I continue to look around the dispersing people for Bianca but not before I see her shoulders square up rather than drop in relief. "Yes, it's me. Please stop trying to get away from me. I've lost Bianca," I worry aloud. "She's over there with Mr Densel," she points out. I halt, turning the way she looks as I see the tail end of Densel leading Bianca through a door at the back of the restaurant's main room, much as I l
NikoI barely had enough time to glance at Alexandra's way, let alone devise a plan with Bianca to lure her away from that table and to safety. I took too long entertaining Bianca and failing to ignore the men's stares when, in fact, I should have been devising a quick escape plan as per my brief.I start thinking of big distractions. Having something like a fire creates chaos seems the best bet. We could grab her as everyone rushes to safety, but the Densels obviously do not want to play around.This Passover seems to be happening far quicker than many before it, and Alexandra is in serious danger of being lost to the Densels.No one has a clue about their bases or where they take their girls, but they live off the grid somewhere protective, and no soul has breathed a word of their whereabouts in years. I've lost a fair few girls, and none have ever shown up afterwards so I fear that's the reasoning for the lack of information. And unfortunately each girl is a life etched into my bra
Continued: Again, I feel the weight of each gaze around the room. Are they seriously waiting for me to eat so they can perve on me some more? I push aside my discomfort and begin to eat. My mind replays our conversation, and I get the intense feeling of needing to push Niko on the subject of his private work. What's their deal, anyway? "There she is," I note, seeing one of Ivarni's sons holding onto a girl's bicep. She looks far from in perfect condition. Despite ample make-up, there's a noticeable darkened mark around her lip as evidence she's been maltreated unacceptably. Her blonde hair screams fake, especially against her tanned skin, and she looks highly dishevelled. Niko tips his beer up, and now I see why he ordered a drink with such a big glass. His movements are half hidden by the fact that he's drinking, but of course, he looks back their way as I try to place the girl's face. Her name is in the back of my mind, yet I struggle to recall it or who she is. But I recognise