I was helplessly stripped before him. "Now, spread your legs and pleasure yourself,” he commanded. "I… I can't." My voice cracked. In an instant, his gun was below my chin. Its coldness frightened me. "I'm easily irritated, little doll. SO PLEASURE YOURSELF NOW.” —- ‘I am a Victim.’ One dreadful night, I woke up. I was blindfolded with a tie and my hands knotted with thick rope. I was captured by a ruthless Italian-American Mafia. My father owed him a huge amount of money and he was going to get it back by breaking me into pieces until I was completely ruined. He was the cruelest, merciless and most handsome man I had ever known and I was his muse for his cruel pleasure. And in twisted ways... I got to like it. DARK MAFIA ROMANCE.
view more20: Now Shoot.Honey.Seeing how scared I was, Michael stepped forward, narrowing his eyes down at Lorenzo. “I think you should leave now,” he said with a serious tone. Lorenzo smirked. He stood up and looked at me. “Don’t think he can save you.”A chill ran down my spine at his words. When Lorenzo walked out of the event hall, Michael looked at me. “What was that about?” I didn’t know if it was good to add Michael to what was happening so I decided not to fill him in on the details. “It is nothing,” I lied. Michael didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t force me to say the truth. Soon, the event hall got filled. People sat at different tables, enjoying the activities of the event. When it came for the announcement of the winner of the All Star Award,my breath was in my throat as I knew they were going to call my name. I watched as the Host slowly opened the card he was holding which contained the name of the winner for the event. “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner for the award Sta
Honey.Tonight was the night of the All Star Award ceremony. Given how famous I became in a few months, an entertainment company came to film my preparation for the night event. I tried my best to look relaxed and excited for the show while being filmed, but the truth was that I wasn’t in any way relaxed. Tonight was the night everything will set in place. Michael had done all this so I would be able to get him easy access to the painting in Daniyi’s private museum, but what if I got caught?I didn’t even want to think about it. Michael walked into the dressing room after I had gotten dressed and was fully prepared for the show. He had designed the dressing room for me when he heard I was going to be filmed while preparing for the Award ceremony. While still checking myself out in the window, he came close and leaned close to me. “Do you remember everything I told you?”I became tense. I knew what he was asking about. He had told me to act like I wasn't certain I was going to win
Lorenzo. Honey had moved on so fast. It had been just two months that she had been with Michael and now they were trending all over the media as a power couple. Everything about it infuriated me. I knew Honey was a slut, but I didn’t expect that bitch to throw herself to another man that easily after being taken away from me. You could have imagined my annoyance when I had gone to rescue her only to see another man's love bite on her neck. She didn’t even try to hide it, she was flaunting it like a fucking whore. I clenched my hands, watching her on my television in my living room. She was being filmed as she prepared for a late night award show. The All Star Award. Only big names in the entertainment industry get a chance to be nominated for that award. And in just two months of being with Michael, she got madly famous and was even nominated. I knew there was more to it. Honey was a good fuck, but even I knew a man like Michael wouldn’t pulled all those strings just to help Honey
He sat up, laughing. “Don’t be so serious, it doesn’t suit you.”I adjusted my clothes, feeling more urged to leave. I picked up my purse and was about to walk out when the door to the private room opened and a stripper walked in, wearing only lingeries which barely covered her body. I narrowed my eyes as the stripper stepped on the stage at the center of the private room we were sitting in, she seemed not to be looking at us, only concentrating on giving us a show. It was hard to see her face as she was wearing a black face mask. The stripper brushed her hand slightly along the pole, taking slow steps around it before arching her back as she leaned on the pole seductively. I became even more uncomfortable when she started dancing around the pole. Occasionally, she would tease us by pulling at her lingeries, caressing her hands along her body or showing off her nice curves. She was good at her job, I wouldn’t deny that, but what got me standing still as I looked at her was how familia
Honey.Today was hectic, I had five interviews in a span of eight hours. There had been more need to address the public and attend several occasions after my new album went viral and now that I was more famous and known to be dating one of LA most eligible bachelors, Micheal, the media had been going crazy. Although I loved the attention and the impact it was making in my music career, I just wanted my deal with Michael to come to an end as soon as possible. I hated the fact that he followed me everywhere, including places he wasn't even needed at.Right now, we were in his car driving back to his Villa. After all the activities of the day, I was tired and eager to lay down on my bed and rest. You could imagine my surprise when I noticed the car swerved from the usual route and took a u-turn to another direction. I sat up and frowned at Michael who was sitting beside me. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Why are we changing direction?”He leaned on his seat and shrugged. “I changed my min
Honey We got to my family house not long after my parent and Amelia had gotten down from the taxi. Since none of us had been home since the incident, my mother had had some people decorate the whole house. My Father remained in the living room, looking in awe at the new interior design of the house. My mother squatted and hugged him. “Welcome home,” she said, her voice softened with affection. Seeing how much my parents loved each other, it wasn’t a surprise that I wanted a love as pure as theirs. But I seek it in the wrong man. I shook my head, dismissing Lorenzo from my thoughts. Today was about my family. Today was about celebrating the lives that Lorenzo wanted to destroy. I joined my mother in the hug. “I’m so glad that we are all here and alive.”Amelia didn’t join in the hug. She took the duffle bags she had carried from the hospital upstairs. When she came downstairs, we had broken the hug and were already prepping for lunch. Despite how much I had told Michael not to stay
I pressed my lips, thinking of what I could possibly say to convince Amelia that everything was alright. She had every right to be angry, she wasn’t just my manager, but also my childhood friend and one of my closest relatives. I shouldn’t have kept her in the dark, but what could I do? I couldn’t just get fed up with everything and blurt out to her that I was doing all this because I had been kidnapped twice and had agreed to help the Mafia in their heist. “Amelia, you don't understand,” I shook my head, begging that she notice that all this was beyond me. “I…”I fidgeted with my hands, thinking of what I could say to ease her suspicion. But nothing was coming to my head, the door leading the ward opened and Michael walked in, looking at me. “Are you ready?” He asked. “Your parents are already in the car.”“Which car?” I asked, fearing that Michael had led them to his car. I didn’t trust him around my parents.Amelia zipped up her bag and walked out, ignoring Michael’s presence. “
Honey.Luckily, my Father went through with the surgery and it was considered to be successful. Although he couldn’t still walk on his own two feet, the doctors encouraged us that he would get better in due time. Just like the last time, Michael followed me to take my father home. He just got discharged and regardless of how busy I was due to the buzz of the new album I had just released, I couldn’t miss being here with my father especially at a time when he needed all the love he could get. Although everyone was relieved that my Father was getting better, they were all worried about me. When I announced to the Press that I was very ill to the point of stepping out of the public, I didn’t think about how my family would take the fake news. Of course, I wasn’t sick, but given I had said that, they were not going to believe me no matter how much I tried to tell them I was actually perfectly alright.“Oyin, you know you can tell me anything,” my mother had encouraged me. “Don’t think I
Honey.Being a singer, I had always wanted to be famous. It was even at the top of the list of things I wanted to achieve in life so when Michael arranged a press conference for my return, you’d think I would be over the moon at the thought of how far the media will spread my name across the globe. But sitting in the green room, preparing to face the press, I felt different. Empty. No excitement. No anticipation. Nothing, but dread. And it was because I knew what Michael wanted out of all this. I knew why Michael was pulling all the strings to make sure that my name was on the lips of everyone. Plastered across all social media, promoted on billboards nationwide. He was helping me to become more famous, but it was coming with a price. One which I was going to pay by putting my life on the line.The door to the room opened and a young lady stepped in. Three days ago, Michael had assigned her as my new manager just right after he signed me into another Record Label. “Honey, the press
"Strip." He said calmly.I fidgeted with my hands and stared at the floor avoiding his cold eyes. He made it sound like he requested for a simple act. He crossed his legs and rested his hand on his kneel. He smirked. He was having fun watching me broken and helpless. "Don't test my patient. I can assure you that you won't like it when I get angry." He said coldly.I sobbed and covered my mouth. I felt insulted and humiliated. "Please… Please.. Just—" He took a quick stride and grabbed my hair. I whimpered in pain and sobbed harder.He yanked it up until I was staring at his cold eyes. "Now listen to me, you do whatever I want or…" He brought out his gun from his back pocket and pressed it under my chin. I flinched and he tightened his hold. "Or you die. You get that?"I nodded and more tears dropped. He smiled and patted my hair. "Then, be a good pet. Okay?"I gave a quick nod and my body relaxed when he placed his gun into his pocket and walked back to the grand king-size bed. He s...
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