billionaire Mafia

"I'm not doing it." I seethe.

"10"

"My life isn't something you joke with!"

"6"

"What? What happened to 9,8 and 7?!!"

"3"

He points the gun at me.

"2"

He cocks the gun.

"1-"

I strip.

......

He just keeps staring at me.

He doesn't drop the gun nor his cigar and his eyes are fixated at my breast.

I suddenly feel so insecure and shy. I lift my hands to cover up.

"Don't" he commands me.

This is honestly so ridiculously. Who shoots someone in the middle of the night and then ends up kidnapping a female and tell her to strip.

Unbelievable.

"Can you stop doing that?" I beg.

"What?" He asks.

"That thing with your fingers. Why do you keep tapping them on the gun? It's making me nervous."

He sighs. "If I don't tap them on this gun, then I'll have to use them for something else. But I won't do anything until you plead for it."

I scoff. "In your fucking dreams. You do realize you're a Corny bastard right? Here I was, with the whole world thinking you're some brilliant billionaire who knows how to use his money, but no, you're a murder and a pervert."

I put on my shirt.

He chuckles; his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. And he draws from his cigar.

"We'll see." He murmurs and blows out the smoke, filling the car with it.

If I didn't smoke this would have been a problem.

••|••

We nearly reach the bus stop and I usually take home. I bring gathering my things. "I drop here." I notify the driver.

"What?" Mr gun questions. "You're not getting off anywhere until I've made sure you're not telling the police what you just saw tonight. If not I'm putting a bullet through your skull." He lifts the gun up again.

I start fuming, we're just going back and forth and honestly it's getting boring.

"Isn't that why I fucking stripped? Why I'm in the car in the first place? For fucks sake Mr Gun feddrick I already told you I won't tell. You having trust issues is your business, not mine, why would I want to associate myself with someone like you anyway!!" I yell.

I hadn't even noticed the car stopped moving. Were packed Infront of the bus stop. When did he even signal the driver to stop the car.

He moves over to me, not saying a single word he opens the car door for me.

I sit still for a few seconds trying to understand the fuck is going on now.

"If you don't get off the car now I'm taking you home."

I quickly slide off the seat and get off the car. He tosses me his coat.

I catch it and wrap the thick clothing around myself. It's honestly freezing right now.

I move back to slam the door close, before could finish my movement, Mr Gun cuts me off.

"And also, you got associated with me the moment you submitted your portfolio for that job offer." He States.

"Andrew, home." He orders the driver to move the car. And just like that he was off without letting me have a word in.

"What the fuck?" I breath out.

I sit around for a bit waiting for the bus to arrive and also use it as a means to gather my thoughts. What a wild night it has been indeed.

I'm just honestly relived it can finally end, and I'll never see that murder again. I get chills with the thought of him killing more people.

Ten? Twenty? Fifty-five? I wonder how many people he has killed in his lifetime. I could have been one of them too. I squeeze my body in fear, thank God I didn't get that job. I'll never see him again.

My bus arrives and I quickly get in. Trying as much as possible to ignore the fact that I feel someone staring at me.

I make it into my apartment and take off my clothes.

I have my bath, stepping into the kitchen with only my towel I go to my refrigerator and take out the leftover pizza I ate last night.

I put it into the microwave and time it. My phone pings.

I move over to it and pick it up, it's a strange number. I unlock my phone to read the message.

--considered the job offer?-- it reads.

What job offer? Who is this anyway?

- who are you?- I respond.

It taking time before they respond so I go to check my pizza. It's still warming up.

My phone pings. And out of curiosity I quickly move over to the phone.

--your employer-- the text reads.

Another text immediately follows.

--wether you agree or not you work for me now. I'll need you in my office first thing Monday morning.--

Who the fuck?

- I don't know who you are but whatever this is, it's not funny. How did you even get my number-

I send to them.

They respond almost immediately.

--your whole information was inside your portfolio--

Another message comes in.

--miss Debra santiago.--

My eyes go wide. Only one person addresses me like that.

-Mr Gun?!!-

They don't respond.

I stare at my phone impatiently waiting for a response. I place my phone on the counter, still waiting for a reply.

I hear a ping. I instantly pick up my phone and check the message but it's still the same.

It's my microwave informing me about my pizza. I hiss.

My phone finally pings.

--yes. You begin work by Monday. No questions asked--

I can hear the authority in his text and also the deepness of his voice.

This is crazy.

-No I don't.- I reply.

--ill pay you double of what you receive-- he offers.

- No. My life is more valuable.-

He takes a while responding this time.

--50,000 dollars--

Another text enters

--per hour--

My eye balls instantly bulge out of my sockets.

"Holy shit!" I scream.

Can some afford that? How is that even possible.

I pounder on his offer for a few minutes.

My phone pings.

--respond miss Debra Santiago--

If I accept this offer I'll be fucking rich. Money won't be a problem.

But what if this is a trap to lure me in and dispose of me silently?

I decided not too long ago to never associate with this man.

My phone pings.

--i hate being kept waiting--

This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. But if I die I only have one lifetime.

What's it gonna be?

I type a response

- Deal.-

Fuck it! I only live once anyway.

--Good decision. 7am Monday morning. My office.--

Another text comes in

--Dress to impress miss Debra Santiago--

You've got to be shitting me.

---

It's chilly, but not in a way that it makes you cold, it's almost like a sensual feeling.

I feel a hand traveling around my body, it's rough and needy. I release a breath.

The hand moves from my waistline to my lower stomach then to my chest region, every stroke, every touch is gentle and also needy at the same time.

It reaches my chest and begins to fondle with my breasts, I moan.

The hand grips my left breast and squeezes hard making me moan louder.

All of a sudden a mouth attacks my other breast and begins bitting and nibbing on my nipples. I quiver in bed a complete mess, I try taking the hands off my but my own hands are tied up. I groan.

The pleasurable harassment becomes more and more intense. The hand leave my breast and slowly moves over to my private area, I squirm and move my hip willingly, urging the hand to complete it's mission.

"Look how wet you are miss Debra Santiago. Did I do this?" A familiar voice asks.

My brain isn't quite responsive as I'm eagerly waiting for the hand to stimulate me further.

"Please" I beg.

I have no choice, they won't go further, and it's driving me to the verge of madness.

"Please what?" The voice asks.

I hesitate for a bit, then the hand circles around my clit. I whimper.

"Please fuck me" I shamelessly beg.

They chuckle "I'd expect this behavior in my office in a few hours."

Office? What?

My brain finally wakes up. Miss Debra Santiago? Only one person addresses me that way.

I immediately shoot up from my bed.

"What in the world?!"

I check myself and I'm soaking wet. This cannot be happening. I check the time on my alarm clock and it's only 4:51am.

I just had a dream of fucking a murder, a gangster and now my boss!

"Somebody fucking kill me!"

How I'm i expected to face him now without getting wet down there?

I scream into my pillow "fuck!"