All Chapters of Master Tony's revenge. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A week had gone by,and the entire case about Caleb had been shut down. It was six pm. Exactly six pm when Sandra and her mother finally decided to take a look at the file. The letter had said not to open the file until that time, and for some reason, they didn't. Florence held her daughter's hand as she scrolled through the files. Her eyes widened, and she slammed the paper right across the table. "What's wrong?" Sandra asked as she picked up the papers."I don't believe it" Her mother's voice came in a whisper. "Your father," she started with a pause. "Sold you" What?!"and our entire belongings"What?!Confusion washed over Sandra as she sought for words to say. Her father sold her? That was impossible! It had to be! She wasn't a minor anymore. She was almost twenty one. Plus, no one traded humans anymore. She stared at the papers her mother had thrown,and realization dawned on her. He sold her off to pay for a fucking debt. "That's why...." Her mother said in rea

"You're thirty minutes late!" Sandra screamed at the man, as soon as he arrived before her. Her palms molded into fists and she felt him scan her entire existence. How dare he keep her waiting for that long? "Turn around." Was that all he could say? "No." Her reply caused him to pull a hand towards his chin. A slight chuckle escaped his lips. "Turn around." He growled. With a grudging resistance, Sandra found herself bowing to the man's orders. "Too exposive." He commented. Sandra rolled her eyes. " It's my favorite dress." She proclaimed, tugging at the edges of her pink and white,long Caribbean dress. She felt it made her look like a princess. He had ordered her to dress in something nice,and she had done so. "I don't care. Get it changed." "No!" Right before Sandra could think of any other mode of action, Anthony's hands gripped hers as he tugged her into her - his house. The entire room seemed spacious, and empt

"You wouldn't dare dump me in the trunk of a car." Sandra sizzled at the man who had turned his back to her. "Don't waste my time." He said to Dio, ignoring her. Dio pulled out a gun from his jacket, as he closed the distance between them. "Don't fucking touch me!" She screamed, shoving his chest. Dio chuckled. His long, large, tattooed hands grabbed her wrist. Her knee stubbed his groin. With a grunt, the butt of his gun clamped her jaw. Tears stung at her eyes as she watched Anthony chuckling at the side. Blood had made its way to her mouth. "Don't make it rough, if you don't like it rough." Sandra wanted to hiss at the statement. Reluctantly, she stretched her arms forward in submission. "Chain me, if you must." An hour had gone by when the trunk of the car finally popped open. Sandra's reddened eyes met with that of her master's. "Get her out of my car." He ordered. They proceeded to pulling her out of the trunk. In no time, she

"Francesca...." Sandra said out in a slow motion, feeling the name on her tongue. "You work for Anthony?" She questioned, scanning the lady's outlook. She did not seem like a worker. She looked like her own fucking boss. Her hair was spun in a bun, with two curly strands in front. Her nails were perfectly trimmed and painted. She was wearing a three piece suit, while Sandra was dressed in white. Plain white. The bitch looked like the fucking boss, while she looked like the assistant. "As a matter of fact, I do. I am his personal assistant." Great! Anthony's assistant just had to be the hottest person on the planet. It made her head spin. Who would see that beauty and not want to shove his dick in her ass? "Can we leave now?" She asked, pulling Sandra out from her trance. Her smile was intoxicating. Her accent screamed elegance, and Sandra could not help but feel stupid, naive, and unworthy. "Let us leave." She finally managed to reply. A guard pulled t

Yes! She wanted to scream yes. She wanted to feel his hands within her, around her. She wanted him on her. Her eyes squeezed as she imagined him on her. His large hands pinning her to the bed as he grinded her. Sweat trickling down his perfectly chiseled jaw as he moaned her name. His pink lips kissing her,right before his tongue made magic. His tongue.... She was sure it was beautiful. She knew it would work magic. The sudden urge to see his tongue rose up in her throat. She wanted him to tie her in cuffs,spread her legs and made creampie burst within her. Her teeth gritted each other as the imaginations flooded her. "No..." she ground out, biting her words. Her ears tingled as she heard a light chuckle. Her eyes slowly pulled themselves open as she turned to view his face. His full, pink lips pressed each other as his jaw clamped shut. Hadn't he smiled a second before? Sandra found herself tugging at her trousers in disgrace. The rest of the ride home was expec