Chapter 5

Vanessa

As Alicia gets out of the car, accompanied by two of his men, I make a desperate attempt to get to her, but Dickweed grabs me firmly by the arm. His voice drips with malice, as he warns, "Don't even try it."

"Let me go or I'll scream."

A mischievous glimmer dances in his eyes. "Try it. Let's see if that helps you at all."

I'm tempted to do just that until I glance back at Alicia, who looks like she's about to piss herself, or knowing her...piss herself again. Our eyes lock, and she begins to sob, a new stream of tears cascading down her cheeks.

"If you fuckers lay a finger on her, I swear I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!" I scream, fighting against his hold, still careful not to drop Mom's urn.

He passes me over to the man I heard him call Danny on the way here. Dickweed says something in Spanish that is way too fast for me to even try to decipher, causing panic to grip my chest.  I feel my body switch into fight or fight mode as I begin to flail in Danny's arms. But there's no use. He has the body of a fucking boulder.

If he was going to harm me, there's literally nothing I can do about it. "P-Please don't hurt me," I rush out. "I'm sorry for kicking you in the balls. I was just scared, and I didn't want to lose my mom again and-"

Danny swiftly turns me around, holding me tightly against his chest, forcing me to face Dickweed. "Tranquila (calm down), Mama." My captor strokes the side of my face with his thumb as if I'm a wild, frightened animal he's trying to calm down. "I'm going to make sure our arrangement is finalized by my lawyer so that you're officially mine. While I take care of that, Danny will ensure you don't attempt to escape."

The idea of being alone with this Danny dude fills me with trepidation. I remember how I kneed him in the balls, and I'm sure he's planning his revenge.

"Don't hurt me please," I whisper desperately, but he doesn't respond. I wonder if he doesn't speak English. I rack my brain for Spanish words I learned in high school. "Uh...Lo Siento, Danny (I'm sorry)."

His dark chuckle sends shivers down my spine, and goosebumps prickle my skin. "You do not need to apologize to me, puta. Jefe will punish you for everything you've done tonight."

My blood turns to ice. Punishment? I don't even want to imagine what that means. I fall silent as Danny guides me into the house, filled with fear of what horrors await me.

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I lose track of time until the door finally unlocks, and my captor strides into the room. His eyes bore into me as he tosses a pile of papers onto the bed. "Read it and sign it," he demands.

I pick it up cautiously, treating them as if they're a ticking bomb. I mean, this contract is equally capable of ending my life...at least for the next six months.

I go through the contract word by word because I don't trust him in the slightest. Who knows what perverted things he could try to slip in there?

The contract stipulates that if  I become his 'pet' for six months, the debt will be considered paid. But there are a few conditions I'm already saying fuck no to —calling him "Sir", obeying without question, and the absurdity of waxing my private parts weekly.

Who the fuck does this dude think he is?

"What the hell is this part about wearing a collar even in public?" I demand, throwing him a skeptical glare.

"It will arrive in the morning. It will let all men know that you belong to me," he explains casually.

I grit my teeth. "Is that necessary?"

I don't want a physical reminder that I'm trapped in this situation, and my captor is trying to train me like an animal.

"Answer this, Vanessa. Would you put food in a company fridge without labeling it?" he counters, tilting his head as he scrutinizes my every move.

"That wouldn't stop anyone from eating it if they really wanted to," I answer thoughtfully.

His eyes harden, his nostrils flaring. Although, I'm not sure if he's angrier at me or the idea. "Nobody touches what belongs to me unless they want their fucking hands chopped off!" he declares fiercely.

He says it with so much malice and conviction, leaving no doubt in my mind that he has done it before and won't hesitate to do it again.

As soon as I sign my name and hand the contract back to him, he hungrily snatches me off the bed. I yank my arm out of his grip. "Hey, don't manhandle me like that!" I snap.

"Get on your knees." His voice is a dark thrum of authority.

"No." I won't let his dangerous presence intimidate me. I boldly step closer, our bodies mere centimeters apart.

"As my pet, you will do as I say," he growls.

"Fuck. You."