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Amelia's POV

"Master." I bowed, entering Alessandro's room. The smell of cigarette filled the air and I gulped down.

I hated the smell of smoke but I think I have to get used to it now, since I'm not leaving this place any sooner.

"Morning, amoretto." Alessandro smiled, walking up to me. I averted my gaze from his, staring at my feet.

"Look up, Amoretto." He commanded, his finger raising my chin. "You look pale." He said, frowning.

Are you serious right now, you green-eyed fucking Don?! You made me this way.

"What do you think would be the results of being tied down for hours, days?" I asked, a deadpanned expression on my face.

He dragged me along, sitting me down on his bed. He searched through his drawer, bringing out some pain relief tablets.

He reached for the jug on his bedside table, he poured some water in a glass and handed it over to me.

I hesitated unsure whether to accept it or not? Why was he acting all caring now?

He stuffed it in my hand, leading it up my mouth. "One thing you do not understand, amoretto, is the fact that you have to stay healthy. I've told you earlier, you're now part of the Mafia and…. you're not leaving any sooner."

I said it! But...what would become of me? Staying here for the rest of my life? Won't I have my own family too?

"Um, Master. What can I do to...I mean, to leave here?" I asked, waiting for him to speak.

He chuckled, striding towards the vanity mirror. He brushed back his hair, his signature playboy smirk on his lips.

"You're a servant to me, Amelia. You're now a member of The Phoenix Mafia organisation and…" he paused, turning around to look at me. "You are bound to remain here until I release you to leave which obviously I don't plan to."

"Y...you don't mean it, Don DeMarco." I shook my head in disbelief. It wasn't as if I didn't know he was going to say this but, the serious look on his face made me understood that he'd never change his mind.

"You've been so dumb, amoretto. You allowed your boyfriend use you without an idea of what you're thrusting your life into." He explained, "The moment you accepted the offer, it meant you are willing to work for the Russo Underground Mafia group and now that you've failed the task, they'd be after your fucking life."

His every word made me shudder, I never knew all of these. I guess I've been so stupid and naive.

"Look on the brighter side, little love. I literally saved your ass or you'd be lying six feets below. But!" He raised a brow, tucking his hands in his pockets. "It's not for free, you have to use what you have to get what you want. I guess you're not suffering from amnesia and you remember all I've told you before now."

"Can we just forget about the sex slave part? I'll happily work for you as a skilled hacker." I said, eyes filled with fear— fear of being stuck here forever.

I flinched as he grasped my throat, his jaws clenched. "Don't you think I'm being a bit lenient with you?"

"I...I don't think so." I mumbled.

He hissed, fuming in anger. "You're testing my patient, Amelia. It's either I kill you or you accept to work for me and satisfy my sexual desires."

"Y...you have your family, your wife and children. How would your wife feel when she realises who I am to you?" I croaked, coughing amidst my words.

Alessandro snorted, releasing my thrust while I staggered backwards, gasping for air.

"I have no wife, amoretto and even if I do, she doesn't have a fucking say in my life. Wear this." He tossed a dress at me.

I nodded, I just have to accept the fact that I've made a grave mistake.

"Where do you think you're going?" He folded his arms across his chest, making me halt in my steps.

My fingers slipped off the bathroom's door knob and I turned around.

"You told me to change into this." I mentioned, raising the dress.

"Fucking dress up in my presence. What do you think I mean when I mentioned you're my sex slave?" He scoffed, tearing my half torn dress.

My bra and pantie were missing already. Torn apart, I knew the shreds would be lying in the dungeon.

Alessandro raised his hand, caressing my waist.

Please don't start, Don DeMarco. Please... don't touch my tits.

"Ah…." I moaned, as he did the one thing I hoped he never did but still prayed he did…

Look darling, I'm not in my right senses. Believe me.

"Moan louder!" He ordered, grabbing my jaw. Spanking my ass, I let out a moan as loud as he wanted.

"Come here." He scooped me into his arms, my legs wrapped around his groin.

I threw my head backwards as he rubbed my cunt. He increased the pace each second and I happened to loose my voice, not knowing whether to scream or cry.

He tossed me on the bed and continued to finger fuck me.

After five minutes of non stop finger thrusts, he stopped and I sighed, my chest heaving like I just finished a marathon race.

He trained kisses from my neck down my abdomen, leaving a tingling sensation.

"Spread your legs, Amoretto." He grunted, his voice husky.

I quickly obeyed, spreading my legs as I had been ordered.

He thrusted in his dick, pinning my hands above my head. My nipples shot out, calling unto Alessandro to continue from where he has stopped and just like he was reading my thoughts, he held one of my breasts, circling his thumb around it.

He shoved his dick into me, slamming through my walls.

"Don't keep mute, Amoretto. Let me hear you scream!"

"Oh, fuck me more daddy!" I cried, his cock was doing more than expected to me but I never wanted him to stop.

"Yeah, right there, daddy! Go faster.."

I was about to let out a scream when a knock sounded on the door.

"Capo, Regina is here." A masculine voice said.

Who is Regina?

Before I could put on my clothes, the door burst open. The lady named Regina stormed in, tightening her fists.

"La Rosa." Alessandro whined, pulling up his pants. He moved closer to her, engulfing her in a hug.

"Who's this thing?" Regina asked, pointing at me, her eyes flashing with hatred.