5.

Alessia

"Put the knife down, Alessia." The maid made slow advances towards me, yet I held the knife firmly over my neck. Maybe if I pulled a stunt, Angelo would let me go. There was no way in hell I would sit idle and allow him to control my life. I couldn't sleep last night, kept thinking about my family back at home. I was sure they had tried reaching out to me. If I knew this was what I would go through, I would've declined the trip offer.

"Don't take a step, or I swear I will slit my neck," I warned, holding the knife tightly.

"Do you know you're endangering your life by holding the knife on your neck?" The maid said but didn't make another move.

"Oh, you know the weapon I'm holding is dangerous. Isn't my life here a danger already? Let me go! I don't want to be here!" I shouted on top of my lungs. As I took a step back, my body hit something hard.

"Put that knife down." A surge of weakness passed through my body onto my legs as Angelo's deep voice attacked my ears. That made me lose my guard but not completely.

"I will not!" I charged back, attempting to move away from him, only for my mouth to emit a wince as he twisted my hand, making the knife fall to the floor. The maid quickly rushed and collected the knife from the floor.

"Are you crazy?" I found myself shouting at him. Even with the pain I was experiencing from his hold, I didn't back down.

"Say that again, and I promise a gun will pass through your damn head." My body instantly went rigid. My heart raced, his blazing eyes boring into mine, making my legs weaker.

Nevertheless, my mouth blurted out another sentence. "Do your worst!"

His eyes grew darker, and before I could grasp what was happening, my body was being dragged away. "Let me go," I exclaimed, squeezing my hand to break free from Angelo's hold, but his grip was tight.

"Boss—"

"Not now, Marco. Meet me in my study room later," Angelo cut off the man. I haven't seen him before. Heck, they are literally all faces I don't know, and I don't care to know. Angelo continued to drag me upstairs, with me trying to free my hand from his hold. My eyes widened when he kicked a door open, and I was met with darkness.

He harshly pushed me inside and got inside too, closing the door behind him. "What... are you doing?" I stammered out, my eyes widening as I heard Angelo's footsteps advancing towards me. In a few seconds, the whole room lit up. Fear gripped me seeing myself in a room with all sorts of sex toys. I didn't get to scan the room better when Angelo grabbed me by the arm, making my hands land straight on his chest.

"What..." I tried to summon out the words, but my lips were heavy too. "You want me to do my worst, right?" He spoke.

I shook my head, my body shivering. "Please..."

"Oh, now you have the mouth to plead. I thought you wanted to kill yourself?" He mocked. Next thing, my mouth parted with a gasp when I felt his fingers caress my pussy through my jeans.

"Maybe I could help in carrying out your plea," he whispered in my ears. I clutched his shirt tightly, more shivers running down my spine. "Let... me... go." My words came out together with tears falling down my cheeks. What have I done to deserve such harsh treatment? I thought my cries and the way my body was quivering would move Angelo, but instead, it fueled his anger more.

"Shut up, bitch!" He collided my back with the wall, and his hand immediately went inside my jeans. I saw nothing in his eyes but pure lust.

"Ahh!" The words left my lips when he pumped his finger inside my pussy. I blinked my eyes at the way my whole body summoned an unexpected heat in between my legs. All of a sudden, my body went weak as Angelo continued to torture my pussy with his finger, making an unexplainable arousal out of me.

"Look at me," he hoarsely said, and like someone whose brain was being controlled, I shifted my face to look at him.

"I'm going to torture your wet pussy with my fingers until you cum all over me," he whispered, his eyes growing darker. I wanted to speak, but all I could do was bite my bottom lip, suppressing myself from enjoying whatever Angelo was doing to my pussy.

"Do you like it? Do you like what I'm doing to you, little whore?" He said again, pulling his finger out. The next insert made a loud gasp escape me.

"Fantastic! This is how I want you to react to my touch. Moan for me, little whore!" He pulsed his hand in and out. I couldn't take it anymore. I gripped his arm tightly, my hand detaching one of his buttons unknowingly.

"Please... Angelo... let..."

"Beg me!" He said, caressing my bottom lips. "Your lips are tempting. They will do a good job in licking my dick." His lips curved up as he said it.

When he finally pulled his hand from my pussy, he set them on my neck and began trailing it down to my chest, down to my stomach. With his eyes still cladded on me, he slid his hand inside my top and grabbed one of my breasts. He pinched my nipples. I bit my lips as more desire coursed through me. I shouldn't be feeling what I was feeling. However, my body seemed to be betraying me. Because as much as what Angelo was doing to my body was torture, some part of me was enjoying it.

Angelo leaned over and whispered in my ears. "I know my touch has an effect on you. You're wet for me."

His words tickled my ears. I gripped his arm more when he managed to lift up the bra and pinched my nipples more. "You're enjoying what I'm doing to your body. Your body is on fire," he went on again. Just his voice alone was enough to make one lose his shit. And that was exactly what it did to me. I didn't say or do anything. I couldn't stop him. I stood there and allowed him to have his way with my body.

"I'm not going to go beyond this. I want you to beg me on your own accord. Beg me to fuck you," he whispered again. My breathing hitched when he got his face closer to mine, close enough that any bold move from me, and we'd be kissing. I don't think I would be able to control myself if that happens.

"This should be enough to keep you wanting more," he said, his lips curving up. He gave my breast a last squeeze before pulling his hand out. At that moment, as he walked out of the room, my legs finally gave out, and I fell on the cold tiled floor. My core was still twitching even after Angelo had left. I placed my hand at my front, the image of how Angelo's fingers skillfully pleasured my pussy.

What the hell was wrong with me? I can't seriously enjoy the pleasure. I was taken against my will. I have dreams. I have my job. My family. This wasn't the life I wanted. Not a life filled with dangerous and ruthless mafia men. What do I do? How do I escape from this dangerous world?

I didn't know how long I sat there helpless until one of Angelo's men, Kevin, came into the room and informed me that Angelo wants me downstairs. I didn't want to follow, but the man warned that I would get myself in more trouble if I defied the boss's words. I had no choice but to follow him.

As my eyes met with Angelo seated on the master's chair at the dining, I felt a surge of hatred consume me. I despise him. And I'm going to make him know how much I do. I swallowed down my saliva as I approached the table. There were three men seated—Marco, Kevin, and another unfamiliar face. They all wore stoic expressions.

"Sit, or do you want me to do that for you?" came Antonio's voice as he took a bite into his mouth. I clenched my fist and proceeded to sit on the empty seat next to Kevin.

"Sit here," he said, patting the chair next to him. None of them so much as blinked an eye. It was as if they were ghosts.

I didn't argue and did as he ordered. The maid from earlier fetched a moderate amount of salad and potatoes on my plate. I wasted no time in digging in, knowing that even if I should be angry, staying with an empty stomach isn't a good option.

Total silence was maintained from the men; only the sound of fork and knife mingling with the plate was the only thing rising in the room. All of a sudden, Marco dropped his fork and let out a hiss, which got Angelo and Kevin's attention.

"What is the meaning of what you just did?" Angelo asked, frustration mounting in his voice.

"It's Dominic. He came up with another plan," Marco said, passing his phone towards Angelo. A line of rage occupied Angelo's face.

"He must be stupid if he thinks this strategy will work. Load up your guns; we're taking the bull by the neck. Alessia, go get changed."

It took me some seconds to register his words in my brain. "Changed for what?" I asked, my brows creasing.

"Don't ask me silly questions. Get your ass off that chair and do as I say!"