Maya's pov
It was early in the morning, and I sat inside the maestros' room in front of a large beautiful painting of a snake-like creature; I was alone and naked; it was a couple of weeks since I came into the mansion, and his treatment of me had not changed.I learned to respect him no matter what he told me to do or how to do it, I never left his room, and even though I was always brought food, I lost a little weight.The way I got treated depended on his mood. When he was angry, I stayed in the corner of the room, almost breathless, so he would forget I was even there. It didn't always work.When he was in a happy mood, he brought me close, kissing me and playing with my hair like I was a doll.One of his rules was that I slept naked; I didn't know the reason why but I never asked questions because I didn't want to be punished.The maltreatment still hadn't stopped, now my lips were bruised, and my face looked swollen. The dark circles around my eyes couldn't even be covered with makeup.Each day, I cursed Anna. What was she doing in my room? I blamed myself the more. Even though I wasn't planning on sending the report to anybody or talking more to the police, I still shouldn't have put it on paper.The door opened, and Maestro came in; when he saw me naked, he grinned in satisfaction.I felt the heat rush to my cheeks and lowered my eyes. He hadn't slept home last night, and on the white shirt he wore, there were stains of blood.Involuntarily I began to tremble. I searched his face trying to tell what mood he was in. But it was futile.He approached me and caressed my cheek with his thumb; his hands were also bloody. I did not need to be told why he wasn't around last night."I've had a terrible night, and you can't even greet me at the door" his breath stank of alcohol. "Kiss me," he orders.I obeyed, kissing him on his lips as tenderly as I could, I hoped it would be just a light kiss, but then he held the back of my neck and gnawed on my lips.I felt tired, so I let him do what he wanted with me. He was always interested in kissing me but never tried to go further than that, even though he insisted I slept naked.I yelped softly when he bit my lower lips. When he broke it, I felt my lips swollen and sore. He liked what he saw. He wants my pain."Take your bath and wear something; I'll send someone to you in the next twenty minutes."He left me. I sighed in relief and then got set to take my bath. After I was done and still tied in a towel, there was a knock on the door.My heart skipped. I knew I was fast in taking my bath; there was no way twenty minutes could run so fast.I opened the door, and a young woman was dressed in a maid's uniform. She held a package and handed it over to me. "Sir Damon, say you to wear this.""Thank you," I said. She looked surprised I had thanked her. If only she knew I was much lower than her in class now. At least she was paid, but I— I was just a mere slave.I closed the door and wore the cloth. It was a milky-colored gown that showed too much skin. I sighed. I was his putanna, and I could do nothing about it.A knock came at the door again, and I opened it. It was the same girl. "Sir Damon, say you to come with me."I followed her barefooted because, except for the high heels I thought were too extravagant, I had nothing appropriate.She took me to the dining room, where Damon sat waiting for me. He had changed clothes and was in an Ash Polo and Jean trousers.There was food on the table. By food, I mean good food. I soon realized I was hungry. I stood close to the table, waiting for his orders.He leaned back on his chair, stared at me, then sat up "sit down and eat. You've been a good girl for the past week. You're allowed to leave the room now."It came as a shock to me that I was allowed to eat."Thank you, maestro" I sat down and began to dig into the food before me hungrily. The taste was heavenly, and I didn't mind choking on it. I was starved, and now my taste buds were loving this taste.All this while, he didn't even touch his food; he just kept watching me. I was soon self-conscious and dropped my fork and knife.He dug into his pocket and brought out my cell phone, and pushed it onto the table. "Pick it up."I obeyed. Since I was brought to the mansion, I haven't seen it. I didn't know it was with him all this time."Two people have been calling your phone since you came here. Abby and Manuel. I was hoping you could call them, put the phone on loudspeaker, and whatever I say, you tell them. Now do it."I gulped.I called Abby first."Hey, human, you know it's been two weeks, and you can't even pick up your calls? Where have you been?"Abby was my co-worker and also my only friend. I could hear the worry in her voice."Tell her you're fine. Make it believable," Maestro commanded."I'm fine, Abby. I just wanted a little time to myself. How are you doing?" I answered.Maestro's eyes were on me. He watched my every mood. I was getting frightened and prayed it didn't show in my voice."Really? It's not like you leave without saying a word; no one has heard from you. Dora doesn't say anything, and you say you're fine?"I faked a small laugh. "I told you, Abby, I'm okay. Things weren't going well, so I thought I should sneak away for some time. You know: get away from Anna," I lied.Maestro looked impressed. If I kept this up, I wouldn't get maltreated today.Abby sighed. "Alright, if you say so, let's meet sometime and grab lunch together. Manager Dawn is thinking of booting your ass out; let's have lunch, what do you say?I looked at Maestro."Tell her you'll be ready when she is, but not this week.""Not this week Abby but Sometime soon.""Ok, bye"The call ended.He smiled at me "good girl, now call the next person."My hands were shaky when I dialed Manuel,RINGRINGRINGMaestro's eyes didn't leave me. The food in my stomach turned to bile. I prayed Manuel didn't pick.But then he did..."Hey, barbie," my boyfriend answers, "you've been gone for two weeks."I slowly looked up at Maestro's face. His eyes were dark and furious. I sat shakily, waiting for his orders. He didn't look happy one bit.Then his voice boomed"BREAK UP WITH HIM!"Authors POVDamon watched her tremble before him, the phone to her ear. Her eyes were soaked in fear. Even though he hadn't touched her YET, her eyes still glistened.He knew he had put her up to make a hard decision, break up with the so-called Manuel, or get punished, and now she was still going to get punished for making him repeat himself."Break up with him," he grimaced his tone stern.She was sobbing hard now, her hands over her mouth as she tried stifling the sobs. She knew it wasn't going to be that easy to avoid punishment. But this, what he was asking her to do, was just tricky.She and Manuel had been together for two years now. Even though she didn't love him, they were still planning on getting married, and her secret reason was to leave her family.So how could she tell him that she wanted them to be over?"HELLO," Manuel's voice filtered out of the phone. She blocked the speaker so he didn't hear what her Maestro said."HELLO, BABY""BABY"In a moment of bravery, she en
But wasn't that the goal? To not die? She pushed the voice of reasoning out of her head; _even dying is better than this_Hardening her heart and mind, she began to pull away from him, slowly, sneakily trying to make as little movement as possible, she was making progress, and soon she was out of his elbow.His hand still lay straight on her. She looked at his face and sighed. Phew, he didn't look disturbed. The alcohol must have knocked him down like a dummy.She tried lifting his hand away from her, but with each gentle push, she was more convinced that his body was made of iron. Solid ironShe glanced back. This time his brows furrowed. She swallowed in anxiety and had a rethink. What if she got caught? She ignored the thought of gaining more bravery.She continued sneaking out of his hold until only his fingertips touched her. She blinked in relief, but then he stretched and wrapped his hand around her again so firmly that she couldn't even move.She became frustrated and on the ve
He caught her by her waist before she fell to the floor, still puzzled. Maestro? Who is Maestro? The way her swollen eyes flashed in fear when she saw him, it was evident that she had wanted to faint all this while, but his shaking her up accidentally had allowed her to do so. He picked her up in his arms and climbed upstairs, looking into her battered face the whole time. He felt a strange softness and pity for the limp, bruised body in his arms that all he wanted to do was take care of her. Why was she here? Who had done this to her? His heart tightened. He would discover if Damon's men were going rough around the edges again. He placed her on a sofa in the sitting room and squatted before her, staring at her angelic face. Even with the bruise and swelling, her beauty was still out for any to see. She had the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen, and fear filled them before she fainted. "Anybody in this place?" He announced his presence. Lina came running into the parlo
So that he won't repeat himself, she stammered, "I was try-trying to pick Ab-Abby's call. I promise I wasn't tryi-trying to run away." He chuckled at her desperate attempt to make the lie believable. "Pretty little liar, your face betrays a lot, sadly." He placed the back of his palm on her cheeks, his face dark, "You can't run from me, Maya; no matter how hard you try to, I'll always find you. Even in the deepest part of hell. And when I find you, you get punished according to how long you were away from me, understand?" His tone was so soft and gentle it could have fooled anybody but not her. She could see through him, and She trembled under his touch. "Y-yes, maestro " She kept eye contact with him. He smiled and kissed her tender lips. Surprisingly he didn't bite or gnaw, just light feathery kisses around her face. "I'm sorry I hurt you, I didn't want to, but you made me do it. I wasn't myself; I just wanted you to focus on me. Just me without faking it." he made their forehea
Authors POV **_THE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON_** Damon sat in his office, pencil in his mouth and a light sheet of paper on the table; he was sketching on it, light shades, and soon a familiar frame began to appear. It was her again. He discarded the paper immediately. It made him annoyed. Why couldn't he get her out of his head, no matter how he tried to? She stuck on him like a tattoo, and he couldn't rub her off. During the last few weeks, she was there; he had grown restless without her. Like right now, it was taking all his willpower not to go to her knowing she was just a drive away from him. **_What is so special about her? Her softness? Her innocence? or maybe it is my obsession to break her hope_** He remembered her broken whispers the day before; 'I haven't done it before_.' It had melted him. But then again, wasn't that another game added to his toxic collection? Recently he had started doing strange things that he had never done before. Last night he found himself lo
Maya's POV "Aren't you hungry?" Maestro asks me, curling my hair in his hand. We were in his infamous room, and the atmosphere was light. He was calm now, and I was seated on his lap while he toyed with me. I stayed still, and when he got tired of playing with my hair, he left me to the shower. As hard as it was to believe, he didn't change, nor did his excellent ingenuine treatment towards me; he even brought me gifts and didn't pass on an opportunity to touch me. I was accustomed to being treated well in exchange for my complete submission. He still hadn't made a move to get intimate with me since that first day, but I knew he wanted to; I could see it in his eyes each time I was undressed and when I had clothes on. It made me remember the goon's conversations. They were right; this was an obsession. The yearn to own and control. With him this way, it was going to be hard to leave. It's been a week, and throughout that week, I haven't seen Sir Derinem. That was because I was
Authors POV His treatment of Allysia didn't surprise her. She expected it and maybe even yearned for it. She was one of his cagnas. His favorite one, at that. And also, she was no ordinary person, a minister's daughter, and when he needed it, she used her connections to aid him. But one thing he drew the line on was coming to see him when she wasn't called. Damon wasn't going to let her off the hook so quickly. She tried to touch him again as if her whole life depended on it, but he pushed her away. "Why are you acting so cold towards me? Or don't you miss me?" He ignored her question and asked, "You haven't told me what you are doing here." "Since you didn't want to come to me, I decided to come to you." she strolled past him, frustrated, her eyes falling on Maya, who didn't want to be there at that moment. Allysia's face tightened when she saw Maya. How she kissed him was enough evidence that she was Maestro's mistress. Allysia wasn't someone she wanted to mess with. However,
He strode into the hotel with grace, thoroughly tired and still expectant. Allysia's croons had left him in such a rigid state he couldn't concentrate. It felt like an eternity since he had a woman. A woman who understood what he was. He wasn't a monster. He was just something else. Maya! ### He clenched his fist, ignoring the receptionist that greeted him by the counter; there was no use in asking where the whore was, he knew. **Room 42** She called it her favorite fun spot. If she wanted fun, then let it begin. Today, there would be no Maya, he would be back for her later, but now, this was his me time. Not bothering to knock, he pushed the door open, and his lips stretched. The smile disappeared immediately it appeared. Allysia was in the room, stretched out on the bed like a cat; she was dressed in lacy lingerie that showed more than it hid. When she saw him, she crawled on all fours to him, her two fingers into his pocket; she made a swipe with her tongue on his zipper
Heyyyyyyyyy I'm pretty glad I'm done with those two. I'm hurting too. Being the Don's Obsession is finished now as the second book in the series, "Angels for the Demons." Gianna Venditti and Zayne Xavier, this has to be the easiest book I've ever written, all thanks to you all for taking out time to comment and bug me. Lol, I love that too.Mint Mocha, you deserve a special chapter. I think I hurt you the most. Lol.To be clear, there were few terms Zayne used that weren't understood, like when he said, "I can't get enough blues in my life." Well, that's about their eyes. Gianna has blue eyes, the same as Jane.The Nico book is in the works, and I'm still not sure when it's coming out yet, but keep your fingers crossed, for that will also be a wery bumpy wide.I can't give out the name yet, maybe because I haven't settled on any, and that's the hardest part.Sorry for the grammatical errors; I'll work on that.Once again, thank you for the gems, the stars, the comments, and even the
Gianna blinked, facing the immaculate white walls and the beeping that sounded far away. Unable to feel her body, she decided she was in heaven.Only heaven could feel this painless; only heaven could feel this safe, well, heaven and Zayne's presence, but since he wasn't in sight, maybe she was in heaven.She waited for the angels to take her into paradise, wipe the tears from her eyes, and tell her she would be okay, that the earth was never her place anyway, that she'd fallen.The image of Axel holding the sledgehammer with a sick smile while watching her scream in agony had tears filling her eyes. She was never meant for this brutal and sinful world anyway.She wondered if Zayne would find her dead body. She wanted to cry out for him, tell him she was sorry she had gone off track, and cry that she didn't deserve him, but it was too late; she was dead.Or was she..."I had a feeling you'd open those eyes today." She turned to see him sitting on a chair beside her bed, looking into h
He drove hard, he went fast, his wet cloth clung to his body as he cursed at the car for not moving more quickly than it was doing, and he slammed hard on the steering wheel, flying past the few trucks on the way."Gia..." He whispered in the car, one hand dragging his hair back, Axel's voice ringing.'Run, Zayne, or not; either way, she won't make it.'Cartel's quarters, he breathed hard. The last time he had gone there was the first time their paths had crossed, and now it seemed it would be their last.He pushed off the negative thought. He had to think positively; he fucking had to think positively, but knowing Axel and his anger toward her, he hoped he didn't get there too late.He was alone on the road, in the dark stormy night, with lightning striking and thunder rumbling, and all he could think of was how scared she would be, how wounded, how dead. He swallowed."Goddamn you, Axel!" He gritted his teeth and groaned and swore that if Axel touched a hair on her body, he'd make s
She struggled to open her eyes, but each time she did and the bulb overhead hit her, her head ached so badly she had to shut it again; she felt like she was running in a maze of blurs."She's coming awake," she heard the voice, and she snapped her eyes wide open, coming face to face with Axel, who was sitting opposite her. When her eyes met him, he smiled.The thud of her heartbeat was loud now as she quickly looked around for a place of escape."Welcome home, Bonbon," Axel laughed. "I told you we'd meet again, didn't I? Heard Zayne fuck another pussy?" He settled back on the pink couch and asked, "Is that why you went running?"Her color drained when she saw she was back at the cartels' mansion in her room, tied up on a wooden chair while he sat on her pink couch, staring at her in the face with a psychotic smile on his lips.He raised her phone, "Amara has been calling; she says she's sorry, and why are you not in her apartment?" He snapped his fingers in front of her face, "Gianna,
The next seven days had her stuck in her room, glaring at the window time and again, her eyes falling to her ring wrapped around her fingers, reminding her of the hurt.She cried until she couldn't cry anymore, clutching at her chest, wanting to rip out the damn organ, refusing to heed that it was only needed to get blood out.When she wasn't by the mirror, she was curled up on the bed, listening to her stomach groan in protest at being the one carrying the load of her heart.The manor had gone quiet, and day in and day out, she could feel him by her locked door, pleading for her to open up and let him in so they could sort things out.But she wasn't ready to decide what she was to do yet.He'd pounded on the door forcefully the first day, yelling at her to understand and listen to his explanations: "Gianna, I didn't do it; I'd never do it. Gianna, I detest that you don't believe I'd never hurt you! Gianna!!"That wasn't it; she had considered it and concluded that he was speaking the
Author's POV. He had a hand stuck in his hair, pushing back while glaring at the smirk on her face. Alexa looked so proud of herself, and Gia couldn't stop staring; she was frozen."So darling," Alexa whispered, and he could see Gia wince. "Now that she knows I'm three months pregnant, what will we do about it? It's a boy, your flesh, and.....""Shut your mouth," he snapped at her, then walked over to Gia, holding her shoulders, "Gia, I should have told you; I wanted to; listen, it's not what you think, I swear."She struggled to open her lips and get a word out, but she was stuck. Alexa appeared pregnant, so it was apparent she wasn't lying about that one, and that confidence on her face was beginning to scare her."Did you..." Gia started, but then she swallowed, hating how shaky her voice sounded, and asked, "Did you sleep with her?"He shook his head, "It's not that sim...""Oh liar," Alexa rolled her eyes, coming closer, "he fucked me, Gia, like an animal. You can get your bag
GIA'S POV.He had his back towards me, his tensed shoulders visible with the singlet he wore, his hand gripping the phone as he gritted into it, and he grabbed the chair before him."No," I could sense his irritation, "I thought we agreed on keeping things clear; what the fuck do you want now?"When he had that tone on, it worried me, for slowly, he began to withdraw into himself, and it took a ton to get him out. Whatever it was that was behind that phone had a hold on him.Most of what was said lacked content; they repeated the exact words, and this was the third time he picked up the phone.I encircled my hand around his waist, placing my cheek on his back, sighing when I felt him loosen up; sometimes, this was the only comfort he needed.He slammed the phone back on its hold, glaring down at it, but soon it was ringing again.I held his palm before he grabbed it, and he looked into my face.I raised a brow, "who's that?"He narrowed his eyes to the wall, but I brought it back on my
2 MONTHS LATER..."I don't want a dress!" Jane stomped her foot on the ground, glaring at the blue ball gown Gia held in front of her like it was mold. "I want a suit like Zayne."Gia inhaled deeply, glaring at the top of the girl's head, unsure of what to do next, for she had tried everything, including threats of no dessert or no more outing, but Jane retained her stand.All thanks to Zayne, she breathed fire, spoiling the girl rotten and always giving her what she wanted when she wanted it, and Jane, knowing she had him wrapped around her fingers, also knew there were no limitations to what he could do for her."Why didn't you tell me all this when you watched me pick this out for you?" Gia had a stern look on her face.And that had Jane melting, with fake tears filling her eyes.Gia groaned, looking at the clock on the wall above the door; just an hour remained, and she was still in her robe, her hair still curled in rolls, with no sign of beginning her preparations before the banq
A week later and the room had him most of the hours of the day.Shame Guilt When he appeared to have everything in order, Sins called out and reminded him how much he didn't deserve Gianna.He tried to tell her several times what had happened that night when he believed she was gone. Tried to tell her when he held her hand during a walk on the beach with Jane in front of them...But then, losing her again wasn't what he wanted. He'd never been so afraid; he had never been so threatened.Alexa had called him two days after that night, and he could hear Nico's voice in the background; the call was filled with whispers and secrets."Don't get worked up, Zayne," she'd laughed over the phone, "that night was all I wanted; I promise not to tell anyone.""Your words don't mean sh*t, Alexa.""It hurts; that is all you can say after the best night of my life," she sighed. "Besides, I'm ready to let you go; you won't see me anymore; it's your fucking loss."That was the last he heard from her