OWNED BY THE DON

004

~JEMMA~

“Uhm… Of course Don,” My Dad let out a forced laugh. “You can use the kitchen. Mi Casa. Su Casa. Remember? My house is yours too,” My Dad nervously answered because Isabelle was taking too long to answer.

Roman nodded and I wanted to follow him but he sternly asked me to stay back and wait for him.

The moment he left, Isabelle scurried over to me. “What the hell do you and your Don still want with us?” She whispered-yelled at me.

“I’m as clueless as you are,” I shrugged.

“Liar,” Rocco scoffed.

Isabelle raised her hand to slap me but my Dad caught her hand mid-air.

“Are you crazy? Do you want to die? Don is here remember? She is his property now. You touch her, you die,” My Dad reminded her, making her huff and retract her hands.

And for the first time in my life, I felt untouchable all thanks to Roman. Else, Isabelle would have slapped me and my Dad wouldn’t have even wanted to stop her.

“When you both leave here, make sure never to show your faces here again. You were sold off, so you have no business here anymore,” She snapped at me.

“But this is my father’s house,” I retorted.

“A father who doesn't want you,” Rocco reminded me, and it hurt because he was right.

Because even now, my Dad wasn’t saying anything to defend me. He just kept glancing at the door to the kitchen.

I didn’t answer Rocco and Isabelle. I just sat down and ignored them while they rained curses on me.

But of course, not loud enough for Roman to hear. At least insulting me behind Roman’s back was all they could do. They couldn't dare hit me like they used to.

Because like my Dad said, they touch me, they die.

My thoughts wandered back to trying to guess what Roman could be doing in the kitchen.

Because first off, he didn’t seem like someone who could cook. And even if he did, he wouldn’t cook for my family. He made it clear to me that he despises my Dad.

So what the hell was he doing in our kitchen?

Just then the door to the kitchen opened.

Isabelle and Rocco shut their mouths.

Roman was holding an electric kettle making everyone’s brows crease.

“Don, what are you doing with an electric kettle? If you want tea you can tell me and I’ll make it for you,” Isabella smiled forcefully.

“Tea? Who said anything about tea?” He asked.

“Then why are you holding an electric kettle, Don?” My Dad asked.

“Seize him,” Roman ordered his men who had entered the house with us and they immediately grabbed Rocco.

My eyes widened and I slowly began to understand what was happening.

“Don, what has my son done?” Isabelle cried out in panic.

Roman ignored Isabelle. He began to take slow but menacing steps towards Rocco who struggled to set himself free from the grip of Roman men but failed miserably at doing so.

“From now on Rocco, you’ll only answer my question with a yes or a no. Understood?” He spat coldly.

Rocco nodded. He seemed like he was about to s**t himself.

Roman walked to a nearby electric switch and plugged the electric kettle in. The water in it began to boil immediately.

“Do you find Jemma attractive?” He asked Rocco who looked at me immediately.

Hearing the way my name rolled off Roman’s tongue sounded so sexy. But I didn't have time to dwell on that.

“No,” Rocco answered.

“Did you rape Jemma countless times or not?” Roman asked.

My eyes widened. So this was about what I told him? He was coming to get justice for me?

“No,” Rocco denied.

“I thought you might say that,” Roman said and placed a bowl beneath where Rocco stood.

Roman ordered his men to make Rocco go on his knees and they did. Then he asked them to unbuckle Rocco’s pants.

Roman then brought out Rocco’s c**k making us wonder what he wanted to do.

Was he going to cut off Rocco’s c**k?

Then he took the electric kettle with the water in it which was boiling and began pouring it slowly on Rocco’s c**k.

Rocco yelled in pain and Isabelle began crying and pleading with Roman to please spare her son.

Then he stopped pouring the hot water on Rocco’s c**k.

I froze. I was terrified watching such a scene. How did Roman even think of such a way to torture or punish someone?

Roman pulled a lot of smoke from his cigarette into his mouth and puffed the smoke on Rocco’s face.

“Let’s try this again, shall we? Did you rape Jemma countless times?” Roman asked in a more deadly tone.

“Yes. Yes… I… I did. I’m sorry. ” Rocco began to weep. I looked into his eyes and all I could see was fear.

“You’re sorry?” He scoffed. “Don’t you know that as a man, you aren’t supposed to force yourself on a lady? That isn’t honorable at all and I detest it. Worst of all, you are the reason I didn't get to marry Jemma as a virgin. Do you know how that makes me feel?” He yelled angrily and began pouring the hot water on Rocco’s c**k again.

This time he poured it until the water in the electric kettle finished. Rocco kept yelling in pain even after Roman stopped pouring the water.

My Dad didn’t utter a word. He didn’t look at me either but I could see the guilt on his face.

“Mr Lucchesi, I’ll contact you to give you details of your son’s punishments,” Roman said to my Dad.

With that, he ordered his men to leave Rocco and they did.

Isabelle rushed to her son and began to comfort him.

Roman then held my hand and led me out of my family residence.

Maybe I should have felt remorse for Rocco. But I didn’t at all. He deserved what he got and more.

************

The drive back to Roman’s mansion was quiet. He seemed to still be pissed about what Rocco did.

When we arrived and entered the house, he was about to tell me something when one of his men whispered something into his ear.

“Go to our room and wait for me, Amore. But step out for any reason, else I’ll punish you,” Roman told me, and left following the dude who whispered something into his ears.

My instincts told me to follow them. I was curious to know what they were up to. So I secretly followed them until I got to the door.

Luckily the door wasn’t closed fully so I got to peek in. Then I saw Valentina, my best friend.

Tears began to well up in my eyes because I knew she had come to reason with Roman to let her visit me sometimes.

Valentina really loved even more than my own Dad did.

But I was shocked when I heard her say, “Don, I will be more beneficial to you if you get married to me. I’ve known Jemma since we were kids. All she brings is bad luck. You may not know this but she was also part of the reason her mother died, she is the reason her Dad is in debt and she is also the reason her stepsister is dead. She doesn't deserve you. But I do. All Jemma can offer you is bad luck,”

Was I imagining things or was my best friend actually saying all the things she was saying?