The Bargain
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Alessio leaned back into the couch, his eyes never leaving me. The playful, almost flippant demeanor he wore earlier had shifted into something darker, more calculating. My father groaned weakly beside me, but all I could focus on was Alessio, sitting there as though this whole situation was completely ordinary.
“I’m guessing by now you’re wondering what happens next,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like this was all just a game to him.
I didn’t answer. My throat felt tight, fear constricting every breath I tried to take. My gaze flicked down to the gun still resting loosely in his hand, the weight of his presence pressing down on me like a vice. I wanted to scream, to demand answers, but I could barely breathe, let alone form words.
Alessio raised an eyebrow at my silence, smirking like he enjoyed watching me squirm. “It’s simple, really. Your father’s in a lot of trouble. He owes quite a bit of money to people who aren’t exactly known for their patience or mercy.”
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry as sandpaper. “How much?” I asked, forcing the words out even though my voice cracked.
“A lot,” he replied, his smile widening slightly. “More than you could ever pay off in cash. But fortunately for you, I’m not interested in money.”
The room seemed to close in around me as he spoke, the walls practically vibrating with the tension between us. My father shifted again, still too weak to stand or even speak, leaving me alone to face this man who had just shot someone in my living room without a second thought. A man who clearly wasn’t here to negotiate.
“What do you want?” I asked, my voice shaking despite my best efforts to sound strong.
Alessio’s smile turned predatory, his eyes darkening as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He studied me for a moment, like a predator sizing up its prey, before finally speaking.
“You,” he said simply. “I want you.”
The words hung in the air, cold and heavy. I blinked, certain I’d misheard him. “What?”
“You heard me,” he said, his tone casual, as if he was discussing the weather. “You’ll work for me. Do what I want, when I want it. And in return, your father’s debt disappears. Poof. Gone. Magic.”
I stood frozen, trying to process the enormity of what he was saying. Work for him? What the hell did that mean? My mind raced with a thousand questions, but his expression—dark and almost amused—gave me a pretty good idea of what he was implying.
I shook my head, stepping back from him. “You’re insane if you think I’m going to do that.”
Alessio shrugged, completely unfazed by my reaction. “Maybe. But the alternative isn’t pretty, sweetheart. I’m the nice option here. If I walk out that door without you agreeing to my terms, the next people who come to collect won’t be as polite.”
I glanced at my father, who was barely conscious, blood smeared across his face. The sight of him—so weak, so vulnerable—made my stomach twist in knots. He’d never been a strong man, never been the type to protect me. But he was still my father, and no matter how much I resented him for getting us into this mess, I couldn’t just leave him to die.
I looked back at Alessio, my pulse hammering in my ears. “You want me to sleep with you? Is that it?”
Alessio chuckled softly, like the idea amused him. “Let’s just say you’ll be my personal... companion. I’ll have use for you in more ways than one.” His eyes dragged over me in a way that made my skin crawl. “And yes, that will be part of it.”
Revulsion hit me like a wave, and I took another step back, my hands shaking at my sides. “You’re disgusting,” I spat, feeling bile rise in my throat. “I won’t be your whore.”
Alessio’s smile didn’t falter. If anything, my resistance only seemed to amuse him more. He stood up slowly, towering over me as he crossed the small space between us with deliberate, measured steps. My heart pounded faster, my body instinctively shrinking back from his presence.
“Disgusting?” He reached out, his fingers brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. I flinched at his touch, but he didn’t seem to care. “Maybe. But you don’t have a choice, Isabella. I am being generous right now.”
My breath hitched in my throat. He knew my name. Of course, he did. He had probably known everything about me before even walking into this house. This wasn’t some spur-of-the-moment offer. He’d planned this.
I swatted his hand away, anger rising in my chest like a fire. “You can go to hell. I won’t do it.”
Alessio’s smile vanished, his expression hardening. “You think this is a negotiation?” His voice dropped, cold and sharp. “Your father made his choices, and now you’re paying for them because he can't. So if you. You can either play along, or I’ll let the wolves come and tear your little world apart.”
I opened my mouth to scream at him, to tell him to get out, but the words died in my throat as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear.
“And if you really piss me off,” he whispered, “I might just take you anyway.”
My blood ran cold. I wanted to punch him, to run, to do anything but stand there and let him threaten me like this. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but stand frozen, trapped by the fear swirling inside me.
He straightened up, his playful smirk returning as though the dark, menacing side of him had never appeared. “But hey, I’m a reasonable guy. You’ll have time to think it over.” He glanced at my father, who had slipped into unconsciousness. “Just remember, every second you waste puts him in more danger. So don’t take too long, okay?”
I stared at him, my heart racing, my mind screaming at me to do something—anything—but all I could do was stand there, helpless. He turned toward the door, his movements casual, like he had all the time in the world.
“Think about it,” he said, pausing in the doorway to give me one last look. “I’ll be in touch.”
And then he was gone, leaving me standing in the wreckage of my life, my father bleeding beside me, and an offer that was crushing down on me like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.
I dropped to my knees beside my father, tears welling up in my eyes as I pressed my hands to his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. He moaned softly, his eyes fluttering open just enough to see me there, desperately trying to keep him alive.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice weak and strained. “I... I never wanted this.”
I couldn’t even respond. The fear and anger and hopelessness choking me left no room for words. But instead, I sat there in silence, the cold reality of Alessio’s demand settling over me like a suffocating blanket.
He wanted me.
And there was nothing I could do to stop him.
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