All Chapters of Mafia Princess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He grinned and walked over to a small chest of drawers opening the top one he pulled out a handful of leather dog collars and worked his way through them until he found what he wanted, a plain thick black leather one with three gold loops attached. He placed it around her neck tightening it until she had to lift her head and look at him.‘Va meglio, ora mettiti in ginocchio.’ [That’s better, now get on your knees.] Maria did as she was told she knew there was no point in fighting him and she was exhausted, he picked up her damp hair and to her surprise, he braided it and placed an elastic band over the edge.‘Bene, non posso nasconderti dietro quella criniera ora, vero?’ [Good, can’t have you hiding behind that mane now can I?]Then he gripped it tightly forcing her head back he growled‘Ora mi fai piacere. ‘ [Now you please me.]He commanded forcing her mouth open and thrusting his hard cock into her throat making her choke as he took his pleasure and almost killing her when he ramme

She felt bad for not speaking up and hurting the pretty lady’s feelings but then lowered her eyes with a soft sigh there was nothing she could do about it and the Witch was watching her closely so she remained silent. From Heathrow Airport they caught the sleeper train to Scotland and the Witch put her in a small bed with a tiny window shutting the curtain she said simply.‘Stay here until I come and get you. Go to sleep and when you wake we will be almost home’She left her alone in the dark and Alcina trembled with fear, the blackness was all-consuming wrapping itself around her small body, she could not breathe and began to panic. Little whimpering sounds came from her lips and she began to struggle for breath as the panic attack gripped her she hated the dark it had always terrified her and then a guardian angel rescued her. The Train Guard had heard the soft whimpers coming from one of his beds and he sensed something was very wrong as the sounds grew strangled so he opened the c

She bent the little girl over her chair and spanked her hard using the wooden spoon that had been on the table as part of a decoration. It hurt like hell but Annabella did not know of the Moretti strength of will and was stunned to see the child did not cry.‘Take her to her room and let her starve, a few days of only bread and water will sharpen her appetite’She snarled at the maid who gently took Alcina’s hand and led her back up the staircase and stayed to help her undress,‘Come on let me help you Child’She whispered rubbing in the arnica cream to help her poor little ass heal,‘Poor kid, I’ve a feeling your brute of an Aunt will have me using this by the bucketful lass, she sure has it in for you.’The maid was so gentle and kind helping her into bed and bringing her a large mug of cocoa and biscuits so she did not go to sleep on an empty stomach that Alcina allowed her to comfort her. She needed the gentle hugs and soft kisses the maid gave her as it was the start of a pattern

Her Grand parents more than made up for Annabella’s miserly ways, they bought her all the latest toys, dolls that walked and sang Disney songs, stuffed toys to cuddle in her lonely bed and pretty fashionable clothes they insisted she wore when she visited with them. They provided the thick warm winter coats and boots she needed to survive the Scottish winters, if it had been left to Annabella she would have been forced to wear hand me downs from her own wardrobe. She insisted the servants cut down her old clothes for the little girl saying she was not going to waste her money on a child who would outgrow clothes far to fast. It was a good job she never went anywhere but the castle in those first few years she looked like a little old fashioned waif in that dreadful clothing. Her Aunt would sit alone in the formal Dining Room at mealtimes being waited on by her servants. She refused to allow her niece to eat with her saying she could not abide having an uncouth wretch spoil her meal

The media though had no interest in the wizened old Aunt, they had discovered Alcina's story and ran it that morning without Annabella’s permission. Fortunately, they did not have the whole story, they knew nothing of her Mafia background and that kept her safe, the story they ran was all about her being the next Duchess. Many people at the funeral commented on her strength of will as Alcina held herself rigid and composed with no emotion on her young face. She held her head up facing those who spoke to her with a poise beyond her eight years she was polite and endearing shaking their hands and speaking in her cute Latin/English accent. Unfortunately, Annabella saw it as a deliberate slight to her, she was the grieving daughter for goodness sake not that little brat. She got more and more angry watching people go up to the pretty child and give her their condolences completely ignoring her. When the service at the graveyard ended she was so furious at this perceived lack of respect fo