Chapter 3 The Overdrive

Esmeralda's POV

Thoughts of a happy marital life flooded my mind but I was trapped in this mansion that had become my new prison. I found myself in a different world. The opulence that surrounds me is both captivating and overwhelming. My days were no longer filled with the hustle and bustle of the streets and how I would run errands for Aunty Martha. Instead, I am held captive in this gilded fortress. My every move is being watched by his ruthless men.

“I'll be traveling for a business meeting to Peru. I’ll be gone for a day or two. Don’t miss me much and if you behave nicely, I might consider letting you see the boys,” he said with a smirk on his face, as he buckled his pants.

He was done taking me by force again. This was my new life, he never touched me like a normal man would, he always grabbed me by force, molesting me at every chance he got.

I had no one to cry to, no one to help me. The maids, and his men all turned a blind eye to my plight. Like I was invisible to all of them.

“Why do you derive pleasure in treating me with disdain? If you didn't want me, you would have simply killed me. How do you enjoy this?” I asked, my voice drained of energy. As I grabbed the bed cover, over my naked body.

“ I enjoy it because you're my plaything. Remember I own you, and can do with you however it pleases me,” he said as he walked out of the room. I could hear his steps fading away.

I thought about my Aunt and what she told me before I was taken away. “I see your mother’s strength in you. No matter the turmoil on the road. Never stop fighting and always stay strong.”

I whimpered in pain. My body ached badly as I felt sore all through my inner thighs. This was my new reality, I had to stay strong for my boys.

Lucia was the only person I considered a friend. She was always there to teach me everything I needed to know about my new mafia family. But she never told me any secrets or dealings of the Castilago family. It was a high-level secret.

“You don't look too well, Esmeralda,” Lucia purred, her eyes coursing through my eyes in search of an answer, as she grabbed my hands.

“It's nothing, am fine.” I lied. It was obvious, my eyes were puffy and bloodshot, and my wrist and arm were bruised out. My skin was pale white, I had lost my strength and was malnourished.

“Don't worry my dear, Master Gustavo will adjust with time. You just have to be more patient with him,”

My eyes widened in shock as my jaw dropped. Was she taking sides with the beast? It was rather obvious whose side she was on.

“Don’t get me wrong,” she said as she held my hand in hers. “I feel your pain and I believe soon, all of this will be over.”

I could see the concern in her eyes, but I wasn't sure if she was pretending or her intentions were pure.

“Thank you so much,” I said with a fake smile. I have to escape from this hell before things get even worse.

Gustavo's POV

I left her by the bed all bruised up. There was something about her innocence that made my dick twitch. I wanted to break her will, her resilience, and her rebellious spirit. But the more I looked into her forest green eyes, I felt like she was drawing me in.

I strode into the garage and the air greets me with the unmistakable scent of burning tobacco, mingled with something even more potent, the aura of power as I revealed. With a flick, I retrieved a cigar from its case, igniting its tip with a fiery glow. The Lamborghini's engine roared to life as I stepped on the accelerator, and sped off into the streets making my way to the Airport.

I arrived at my business rendezvous point. As I walked in, the men at the entrance all bowed their heads, and no one dared look me in the eyes.

My dark hair tripped over my face as I majestically walked to the underground bunker. The walls were soundproofed to prevent the shouts from coming out. As I entered, a hefty-bodied man swinging from his legs greeted me. He was tied upside down with his face badly battered. I watched with a sly grin as he pleaded for mercy but I wasn’t the type known to show mercy.

“Carlos, who's this?” I asked as silence cloaked the entire room.

“Boss, this pig has been selling our products to the Italians and now the Authorities are on our ass,” Carlos replied, pulling out his gun, and waiting for my next instruction.

“Please boss, I can explain,” the man tried to speak. I grabbed the gun from Carlos and put two bullets in his skull. The men in the room were shocked at how swiftly I killed the traitor.

“Let this serve as a warning to anyone who tries to double-cross me,” I said, looking at every single one of them in the eyes but they all avoided my gaze except for Carlos, who was my chief intel man in Peru.

I returned to Columbia and headed straight to the mansion. I was highly furious at how many tons of money I had lost because of that pig. I locked myself in the study as I thought of my next move, and how to divert the Authority's attention from our operations. I finished a whole bottle of premium scotch whisky and felt a sharp pain course through my brain as I was overly stressed and needed a break.

“Master, you look worried ever since you came back from your business trip. Is there anything I can do to please you and ease off your stress?” Lucia said as she walked into the study room, closing the door behind her.

“Am fine,” I said with a hoarse voice. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her voluptuous chest. I trailed my hand around her breast and could feel her nipples harden as I caressed them. I turned her against the table as I pulled her nightwear, exposing her panties.

“Ah!” she moaned in a low yet seductive voice. I kissed her passionately as she held onto my firm cock.

“How do you want me to serve you tonight?” Lucia asked in a flirty tone as he pressed my dick.

Her voice only turned me on the more as I carried her by my arm and thrust my already hard dick into her wet coochie.

I groaned as I filled her up, we both climaxed and just as she was about to orgasm, the door was pushed open.