The Mafia Boss's Girl

Chapter 4

Amber trails behind Steward Cynthia calmly, limping on her left leg. The pain from the cruel thrust of Salvador Sylvester last night had caused a thick cut on her c**t.

As Salvador had ordered, She wasn't given a chance to take care of herself before being called out to work, without any fore explanation of the job she was heading to do.

Amber wanted to question Steward Cynthia, the woman who came to take her from Ash village, her home. About what awaits her in this deadly house filled with deadly dark aura? But she couldn't find the right word to start.

Amber flinched at every pass they walked through, the fiery eyes of the deadly men growling over her body as she carefully walked away. She could feel the long stare at her back, which threatened to pierce her skin.

“You must be sacred?” Steward Cynthia said, breaking the silence between them.

She noticed her constant flinches, which she softly chuckled at.

Sacred? When you're yet to see a bit of what awaits you, she thought as they walked on.

Amber was quick in nodding her head repeatedly, to Cynthia's sudden question.

“What's going on? Where am I being taken to? This wasn't what I was told” She asked.

“Has the world ever been truthful to anyone?” Steward Cynthia said.

What her brothers had told her was that she was just going to stay for the night with a rich man's daughter and that her nanny went on an emergency break and would be brought back home when the father arrived the next morning.

They even adamantly refused to disclose anything about the man's identity or the payment, that was all lies until she got here.

All that was on her mind was that she was just going to stay with a little child whose father was away for business but what she met was, waking up to see a handsome hefty broad man in his mid-thirties engulfing her, staring lustfully at her body with only his pants on.

*FLASHBACK*

“Get off me, mister!”

“What? Is this some new sounds from f**k girls?” He said

“What are you talking about? f**k girl? Wasn't I here to look after your child till you'd be back by dawn?” She arches her brow in disgust at the man's words.

Salvador laughed at her words, he stood up and furiously banged his fist on the wall in frustration.

“Hey! I don't have time for your naive plays. Look after my child, my foot!” He spat.

Amber abruptly sat up from the bed, wrapping her arms over her body. She realized Andrea and Luis might have fooled her. She's set up!

“Mister, I don't know what might have transpired between you and my brothers but trust me. I'm only here because I was told I'm gonna look after a child for just a night” she explained to Salvador, whose cool is getting out of control already.

“Okay! Looks after a child. Is that what you f**k girls call it now? For decency sake? But f**k girls sound more sexy. Here comes my big child you are to satisfy!” he muttered, slamming on his lower lip.

Before Amber could say more words, he threw her over the bed, and within seconds, his heavy broad image clouded over Amber's little body.

The scene of how Salvador's rough thick d**k penetrated deep into her V flashed into her memory, causing her a heartache.

She bit hard on her lips in shame and irritation at being cruelly stripped off her first ever.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

“To work” Steward Cynthia stopped on her track. “There's nothing like free in here, you work to seem useful. Once you're considered useless here, living would be hotter than a fiery pit”.

“What have I done to them to deserve this?” She mumbled, referring to her two immediate brothers, Andrea and Luis.

She disliked them both right from their childhood, their self-centeredness and waywardness had always triggered her hate more for them, but she had never expected them to hand her over to the deadly and ruthless Salvador Sylvester in exchange for money.

“I'm in no position to console you warmly as I'm also a maid just like you, though one with rank” Steward Cynthia smiled.

“The only advice I can offer to you is for you not to trust anyone in this house. And wherever required, fight with all your might for survival” she concluded, obvious concern written over her face.

Amber could see the aura of motherly concern clung to her face, as she stared right into her eyes. This reminds her of her mother, she wouldn't have allowed her brothers to do this to her, had it been she is still alive.

Amber battered with her eyes lid to stop the tears from ticking down her face.

Steward Cynthia's eyes trailed down to how Amber stood, which portrayed she was hurt by Salvador's vigorous thrust.

Will I ever have a chance to get out of this hell? Amber wanted to say but Steward Cynthia's words cut her off.

“He is always rough. Know his target and avoid him hurting you while on it”.

A loud gasp ran out from her slightly opened mouth. Did she just mention that?

“You mean this won't be the last time!” She yelled.

“Not until he loses interest after you've ended up giving him what he wants,” she replied.

Yes, she remembered him saying so, that there's more of him to face in the future, does he actually mean that?

I can't believe I'm going to end up in that man's breath again. Not even once but until he ditched her aside, Amber thought.

She can't imagine that happening again, is she ending up as the mafia boss play tool? Why her?

“Brace yourself and be ready for his call anytime. He hates sluggishness when he's in dire need of it” Steward Cynthia added.

She didn't know she was running Amber mad with her piece of information about how to survive Salvador, her boss, a man she had served right from his little days.

Amber remembered her saying what Salvador wanted, what could that be? She has absolutely nothing to offer the rich mafia boss, why not free her?

“What exactly does he want that he can't get from his s*x girls? Why involve her and ruin her life!” Amber fired, in frustration and fear.

“Shut it, Amber! Do you want a death wish? In this house, you don't run your mouth carelessly or you watch your head hanging in room number three” Steward Cynthia cautioned, looking around perhaps if anyone had heard her.

“Better still, he should just kill me. Perhaps I will be afraid of him if he would grant me that wish! f**k his tiny d**k!” Amber retorted.

“And, I will gladly grant your wish since death is exactly what you wish for” they heard a familiar husky voice behind them.

TBC