The Enforcer or The Mafia Prince

Chapter 52

-The following chapter is meant for audiences who have reached the age of majority in their jurisdiction. In the US, that means the reader should be 18 or older. This chapter contains adult themes, s****l activity, descriptions of assault, and adult language. For those who wish to continue reading until reaching said content, a marker will indicate its start. If you are underage, please skip this chapter or stop reading at the marker. Thank you.-

-Additional Content Warning: if you find certain situations regarding kidnapping and physical assault upsetting, please do not read this chapter.-

"Shh," a harsh voice commanded.

"What? She's out," whispered a second voice.

"If either of you wakes her up, so help me, God," rang a third, somewhat familiar voice.

Jessica moaned as she experienced the hazy sensation of coming to. Her head was pounding. What time was it? Where was she? Jessica tried to sit up, but her arms wouldn't cooperate. It took her a few moments before she was coherent enough to understand that she'd been tied up. A sense of panic set in. Jess could feel the cold floor through her blouse. Was it concrete? Steel?

Her left knee hurt. It was the kind of ache one feels when they put too much pressure on their arm when falling asleep. Judging by the pain, she'd been sleeping on the floor for hours. Was anyone looking for her? Was Tristan okay? Jessica tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry and full. There was something wet and spongy lodged between her teeth.

"Mmph," Jessica moaned.

"See," the third voice spoke.

Thwap!

"Ah, boss, come on, man," the second voice said. "You don't have to hit me."

"Yeah, well, you're lucky that's all I did."

Jessica moaned again as she tried to place the third voice. She'd heard it before, recently even. The only name that came to mind was their waitress, Marie, from the restaurant.

"That's not right," Jessica thought. It wasn't Marie. It couldn't be. Marie worked at B'Gabs. Until they'd decided in the car, no one on Tristan's team knew he'd be there. No, it wasn't her. But then, who was it?

A pair of hands grabbed Jess and lifted her onto a cushion of some sort. It was springy, like a mattress or a sofa. She tried to look around but couldn't see. Jessica realized she must be blindfolded.

"Okay," Jessica told herself. "I'm somewhere echoy. My arms and legs are tied up. I'm gagged. I'm blindfolded. All I can do is hear. Whose voice is that?" The haze began lifting from Jess faster now. She was starting to grasp the situation.

"You two go call Liam. Tell him that she's awake. He can pull the car now," the third voice stated.

Everything finally clicked. Sophia. Two sets of feet shuffled out of the room. Click. Click. Click. Sophia walked toward Jessica.

"Ha! You dumb b***h!"

Slap!

Jessica's body slumped over with the force of Sophia's slap. The gag and blindfold cushioned most of the blow so Jessica's cheek didn't sting. A searing pain ripped through Jess's body as Sophia used Jess's hair to pull her back up.

Slap!

Sophia hit her again. Unsatisfied with Jess's lack of response, Sophia didn't try again. Instead, she pulled back her heeled foot and kicked Jess in the stomach with all her strength.

"Ack!" Jess coughed. She wheezed and struggled to regain her breath. The gag made it difficult. Click. Click. Jessica could tell Sophia moved around to kick her again. She clenched her stomach muscles, but it didn't help. Sophia stepped down on Jess's hand with her stiletto heel.

"Agh!"

Jess's scream filled the cavernous space.

"f**k, yes. That's what I want to hear," Sophia moaned. This b***h had been a thorn in her side for weeks. It was Jessica's fault Sophia could not stay by Tristan's side. It was Jessica's fault that Sophia couldn't fix the camera feed. It was Jessica's fault that Liam was mad at her. It was all Jessica's fault. Hearing the b***h scream was enough to make Sophia wet. Something about inflicting pain on the people who pissed her off turned Sophia on.

Sophia pulled off Jess's blindfold. Jessica could tell the sun was up. Was it still Sunday? Two men walked into the room. Jessica recognized them as voices one and two.

"Boss said he'll be here in a half hour," one of the men told Sophia.

"Good. Help me get her up and in this chair."

Sophia walked toward a metal chair and pointed it at the mattress and away from the door. All Jessica would see was the blank expanse of a warehouse wall. The men wrestled Jess off the floor and into the chair. They tied her legs down and then tied her arms to her legs. They forced Jessica's hands together into a fist on her lap and strapped them together with zip ties.

"Thank you, boys. Please wait for the boss outside," Sophia instructed once their work was done. Alone with Jessica, Sophia walked in a circle around her.

"Girls like you piss me off," Sophia whispered into Jessica's ear.

She was bent over so her breasts flooded Jess's vision. Jessica stared forward and didn't say a word. Nothing would make Sophia happier than for her to struggle. Jessica refused.

"Oh? You're not going to ask why?" Sophia laughed at her own joke. Jessica could only mumble through the gag.

"I hate girls like you that pretend to be sweet and innocent but deep down are nothing more than uppity whores," Sophia kissed Jessica's cheek and continued walking around her.

"You're all liars who pretend to be better than other women. We all want the same thing," Sophia continued to monologue. "Love. Stability. Wealth." Once back in Jess's vision, Sophia pranced around in her skirt and heels. She was hell-bent on proving her body was better than Jess's.

"Do you have any idea how much your mere existence has humiliated me?"

Sophia's voice was unlike anything Jessica had ever heard. This wasn't the spoiled, flirty side-piece that Jessica had come to know. The woman in front of her was angry, vicious, and cruel.

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"So, Tristan chose you over me? I don't see why. I'm prettier, cuter, wealthier... Everything about me is better than you."

Jessica continued to ignore the woman in front of her. She glanced down at her wrist. Her heart sank. Jess forgot to put her bracelet on before leaving the house. Would anyone be able to find her? Jessica noticed Sophia take off her top in the periphery of her vision. Half naked, Sophia walked over and stood before Jessica.

"Don't you like my t**s are better?" Sophia held up her breasts to show them off. Jessica paid no mind. With a wicked grin, Sophia walked even closer to Jessica. She straddled her legs and sat down, placing her bare cunt directly on Jess's fist. Sophia leaned forward and rubbed her body against Jessica. She put her collagen-enhanced lips against Jessica's ear and moaned.

"Don't you want to hear all the disgusting things your boyfriend did to me? All the ways he made me c*m?"

Hitting Jessica had turned her on. She was determined to make her scream again. From behind her, Sophia pulled a stun gun out of her skirt waistband. Jessica never saw it coming. Sophia placed the prongs against Jessica's thigh and pulled the trigger. Her body went rigid. After three seconds, Sophia let go. Jess's body relaxed as she screamed in pain.

"Mm. f**k, yes."

Sophia grew wetter, leaving her juices on Jessica's hands. She did it again, holding the trigger longer this time. Sophia was rewarded with an even more intense scream. She continued rubbing her body against the restrained woman below her. If she kept this up, Sophia would drench Jess when she came. Sophia began whispering in Jessica's ear. She told her every position Tristan and bent her lithe body in.

Jessica's stomach began to roll. She hated everything about Sophia. She hated how Sophia blamed her for things she had no control over. She hated that Tristan was dumb enough to fall for Sophia's ploy. Most of all, she hated how Sophia was touching her. The sickly-sweet perfume on her body made Jessica want to vomit.

The women heard the sound of footsteps approaching the room. Jessica watched Sophia look up and give the newcomer a devious smile. Once more, Sophia pulled the trigger on the stun gun. This time for ten seconds. As Jessica let out her loudest scream yet, Sophia made herself c*m all over Jess's lap.

"Hello, My Slut," Liam called from the doorway. He loved watching Sophia like this. Everyone saw her dumb bimbo act and accepted it. Few people knew how sadistic and scheming his woman was.

"Baby," Sophia panted.

She slid off Jessica's lap, leaving a glistening trail behind her. She got on her knees and spread her thighs wide. Liam got a good look at her wet p***y.

"Turn around. Hands behind your head," Liam instructed.

Sophia angled her body so that Jessica was looking at her back. Liam walked over and unzipped his pants. Without ceremony, he plunged into Sophia's mouth. He stared into Jessica's eyes as the blonde serviced him.

"Don't," Liam groaned, "I have... such... a good, obedient... w***e?" Jessica didn't respond and turned her head so she didn't have to watch.

"No, no, Slut. Keep watching. If you don't," Liam flipped open a knife, "I'll make sure it's the last thing you ever see."