All Chapters of Keeping The Mafia Princess: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

AugustI'd thrown down a gauntlet earlier than I'd anticipated and admitting that Sasha had managed to rile me picked at my brain. She had a way about her, far more formidable than I'd originally thought. Her paintings were certainly clear signs that she had many incredible layers, all masked by the requirements from her father. The thought was intriguing given Drummand's outrageous proclivities. Discovering the woman hidden under the mask of steel would be my greatest joy.Even if I had to break her in order to do so.Sasha was skittish but inquisitive, a powerful combination. As she unlocked the door, I could almost hear her heart beating, taste her hint of fear. It was exhilarating. The room was expansive, warehouse style with windows covering two of the walls. Everything about the space was exactly as I'd pictured, radiating her talent and her need to keep this aspect about her personal life secret."This is pretty much it," she said wistfully as she dropped her purse, folding her

AugustHer eyes appeared glassy even in the dirty reflection, water spots and filth covering every windowpane like a reminder of the dangerous streets below. She had no idea how much danger she was in, no understanding of the monsters who would enjoy feasting on her in the most heinous manners. What struck me as even more alluring was that she didn't seem to care about the drug dealers and prostitutes hugging the corners. "Place your hands on the glass."Sasha's only reaction was to dart her eyes to the left. She did as she was told, palming the glass, her fingers spread wide open."Excellent. You can learn to be obedient." I took a decided step backwards, my eyes never leaving her as I unfastened my belt. I wanted her to taste the feel of leather, to know that very soon she would belong to me. I folded the thick strap, holding it under my nose.Her engaging eyes watched every movement, studying me in the most intense fashion. I was surprised she wasn't peppering me with questions or

Sasha"I will break you, use you, and there will never be another."The words were haunting, vicious given the kind of man he was, leaving me incapable of thinking clearly, but I was angry. Incensed. He'd ceremoniously seduced me, and I'd allowed the bullshit to occur."God help me." Saying the words out loud did nothing but provide a serious layer of shivers, as well as chastising the entire event. I was caught up in the glamor, the fact that he'd purchased all my paintings. Even the ride in the expensive car had been out of the norm, glorious in the danger as he exceeded the speed limit, dancing with death.August. Fuck, what was wrong with me?Handsome. Rugged. Primal.Everything about the man was beautiful in the most intense way but the aura around him screamed of the kind of danger where few survived. He was muscular in all the right places, something the expensive linen suit hadn't been able to hide. Thick, wavy dark hair, long enough to run my fingers through after a round of

SashaThe basic chitchat on the way to the club was also unusual for my father. He actually asked about my job search, as if I'd tell him anything. I skirted the issue, describing a few interviews, lying about others. My father and I hadn't been close since before my mother's death. I had no intentions of getting any closer now.Every few seconds, August's startling words filtered into my mind. I couldn't get away from the sultry visions, the way he'd taken absolute control. Granted, the few boyfriends I'd had over the last few years had been nothing to write home about. They'd all wanted a piece of my father's pie instead of giving a shit about me. Was everyone greedy?"Here we are. I'm surprised you wore black, Sasha. You know I hate that color," he huffed before climbing out of the car.That's exactly why I wore a black, form-fitting dress, complete with dark hose and the highest heels I owned. What he really wanted to say was the look wasn't befitting a senator's daughter. I snick

SashaThe breath was knocked out of me, the terror real. He would have my father killed, everything in my life destroyed and even then, there would be no recourse. He'd played me, purchasing my art, seducing me as if I mattered to him. Everything had been a giant game.I was now his property.I would run, finding a way to expose my father and all his criminal activity. No one would ever own me. The thirty thousand would help. Unless he stopped payment. Jesus. Christ."There is nowhere for you to run and no method of doing so. I know where your girlfriend lives, Audrey, isn't it? Lovely girl. And the money I paid you? Forget about it, at least until you earn the right to have your own money."The fucker had read my mind. I was sick, my head aching. "You're a horrible... fuck."Another dark chuckle but one laced with amusement."Remember what I promised you, utter pleasure as long as you obey." His voice filtered into my system."You're fucking crazy.""You'll think otherwise soon enoug