The Mafia Man's Deal

*Warning Graphic Content* It's the last day of senior year, and I spend the day with my friends Camari and Brinley, cleaning out the last of our things. Today is also my eighteenth birthday, and we have plans to hit up a popular nightclub with our fake IDs. "So Bristol, how are things with Cole?" I glanced at Brinley while pulling my books out and shrugged. "I don't know at this point. He keeps pressuring me, and I'm just not ready." "Oh, come on, Bristol, it's just sex." Camari butted in. "Not to me. It's sacred." I replied, irritated. Camari rolled her eyes, going back to grab her things. Since elementary school, Brinley has been my friend, and Camari started at our school in ninth grade, so she doesn't understand my reasons for waiting. "Camari, don't act like that. It's her choice. Some of us aren't sluts." Brinley said, irritated. "Whatever, I'll see you guys tonight. I have to

Unable to comprehend what this man is saying, I can only stare at him, baffled. "What does that even mean?" I asked. The man lifted a brow. "Exactly the way it sounds."  My heart raced in my chest. Was this man saying he wanted me and not the money? But for what? "No, absolutely not!" My father chimed in. "Shoot me. I know precisely how your girls turn out. They all end up pregnant and spend the rest of their lives as mob wives." He said, shaking his head in refusal.  My eyes grew wide.  "If you don't shut up, I'm going to shoot you and still keep her." The tattooed man proclaimed in a deep voice.   "What exactly does this entail?" I asked hesitantly. "What do you want me for?" I added.  "Bristol, don't do this." My father pleaded with me.  "I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!" The man sent a right hook to my father's head, knocking him out of the chair.  "DADDY!" I screamed

At the mansion, I follow Alek through the halls, demanding he talk to me. "Alek, please don't force me to stay here." He only glances over at me. Annoyed, I keep talking, hoping it will get him to give me some answers. "I don't see what the problem is if the men look at me? That's what you made the deal for, right? So I can help your club make money?" Alek stood from the couch quickly, making me flinch. "You do not know why I made the deal.""No, I don't. That's why I'm asking." I replied in a sarcastic tone. Alek came towards me, gripping my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck. His lips grazed my skin, and electricity surged through me. Something I never felt before. I closed my eyes, taking in this moment to the fullest, and for the first time, my core was wet from his touch. I felt guilty for liking it. Alek's scent engulfed my senses, encouraging my arousal further. With my eyes closed, not realizing I let my mouth part from pleasure, a

A WEEK LATER...I have been in this freaking mansion for a week, and I would literally do anything just to work at the club to get the hell out of here, but since I won't even speak to Alek, there's no way he will let me. Plus, he's afraid I’ll run. I stood from the bed and went down to the kitchen. To my surprise, Alek is here instead of his new goon to watch me. And by the way, he was almost as much of an asshole as Damon was. Alek glanced up from whatever he was writing, and his eyes followed me across the kitchen. I glared in his direction, then rolled my eyes. My outfit of choice was an oversized sweater that slumped off my shoulder. And I completely forgot to put on shorts because I thought Alek would have left already. I bent down awkwardly, trying to grab the juice. “Why the hell are you bending like that?” Alek starred, confused. “Are you broken?” 

NEXT DAY...Walking down the stairs ready for the day, I find myself alone, except for my bodyguard, or should I say, prison guard. Drake sat at the table, reading something on his phone. “Where is Alek?” I asked. Drake looked up. “He had a meeting.” “How am I going to get to the club?” I questioned. Drake grinned. “Me sweetheart.” The way he looked at me gave me creeper vibes. Annoyed, I glare at him. “It’s Bristol,” I stated with my hand on my hip. “Whatever hotcakes,” Drake laughed, looking back at his phone. Anger bubbled up. I slammed my hand on the counter. “I said my name is Bristol!” I shouted, repeating myself. He stood. “Watch it. That pretty little mouth shouldn’t talk like that. I have a few ideas about how I should be used.”&