The Dark Contract Of A Ruthless Godfather

The Dark Contract

CAMILLE'S POV~

Papa stands in front of me, his body trembling as he tries to shield me from the monster, Luther Castillo.

Luther's expression is cold, unfeeling, and his eyes narrows into slits. “My patience has been exhausted, James. Sign the papers and give me the girl or I'll put a bullet in your head.” Luther's voice is like ice, sending chills down my spine.

Without thinking, I blurt out, “I already have a fiancé that I’m very much in love with!”

Luther's face twists into a slow, evil smile. “I see.” He starts to walk towards me, his men following behind him like obedient dogs. Papa refuses to move, standing firm between Luther and me.

“Then tell him to get a new girlfriend. You're now mine,” Luther says, his words strikes me like a hammer.

My blood turns to ice. I glare at him, limping forward despite the pain in my foot. “I'll pay for my father. Give us days, months. Arrest us all if we don't give the money back to you. Please,” I beg, my voice shaking.

Luther sighs, a slight nod of his head the only indication that he's heard me. Relief floods through me.

He smiles at me then, a plain smile with no ulterior motive. “Get me the girl,” he suddenly orders his men.

Papa produces a gun from his suit, pointing it at the men. My eyes widens in shock.

Luther chuckles, the sound like a knife to my heart.

“See? Daddy is a bad man just like me,” Luther says, his eyes gleaming with malice. “You have five minutes to sign the damn paper or the mansion you live in, which is on mortgage, will be sold off.” His words are like poison, seeping into my soul.

Papa's hand begins to drop. A pained cry escapes his lips as the five armed men close in around us. My heart races, my palms clammy with sweat. My world is crumbling, and I'm powerless to stop it.

Gina's eyes widen as she takes in the scene unfolding before her. My own breath catches in my throat, unable to process anything.

Papa's face contorts with grief, his body shaking as tears stream down his cheeks. It's the first time I've ever seen my father cry even when my mother dropped dead. Yes, he might have cried but he didn't cry in our presence . He wanted us to see that he is strong, he is the protector of our family, but right now he's reduced to a broken man before my eyes. It feels like death itself, the pain in my chest unbearable.

"Papa... How is this possible? Please tell me he's lying! You can't possibly put Mom's house on the market! Her memories! Her legacy!" My voice rises in disbelief as I stare at Papa in shock. "You're selling it off!"

Papa's shoulders sag, his voice breaking with every word. "I did it for you, Camille. I did it to sponsor your education and get you your dream job. It was killing me that I couldn't get any help for my girl. I had no option. I'm sorry."

I want to tear my heart out and howl in pain. Nothing could hurt more than this, not even my injured foot.

Tears begin to flow freely down my face as I let the pain consume me. My lips quiver, unable to hold back the sobs that rack my body.

But Luther remains impassive, no trace of pity in his cold, icy eyes.

He watches us like a predator, waiting for his moment to strike.

He wants this display of emotions to end, so he can take me away without hesitation.

Gina's laughter echoes through the air, sending a chill down my spine. She cackles, her tears mixing with the wicked smile that curves across her face.

"What a lovely family display of love," she sneers, her eyes darting between Papa and me with contempt. "So, Papa, what about me? You're sacrificing everything for her! You keep proving me right, that you love Camille more than me! How could you be so heartless? I'm also your daughter!"

Gina's words pierce through me like daggers, each syllable dripping with venom. "I thought you loved me, but you keep lying that you do! You'd fix it if you wanted me to marry Luther! I know you linked her up with him, pretending to be oblivious!" Her shouts seem to shake the very foundation of the room.

"Gina!" I snap, anger coursing through my veins. But before I can react, my father's voice booms.

"How can you say that, Gina? When all you love is expensive trips and vacations, clothes and cars! Haven't I provided those for you? Are you going to lie to the world that I've never granted your wishes? Answer me!" Papa's face is flushed red with anger, his voice rising to a fevered pitch. "Camille is the only one who likes to work for her money, and I did what I did to support her dreams!"

Gina heaves, her eyes now bloodshot with fury. She glares at both Papa and me, her lips trembling with unsaid words. And then, with a final hiss, she turns to leave. “Don't ever come looking for me, Papa!"

But before Gina could brush past Luther, in a lightning-fast movement, Luther's hand shoots out, grabbing Gina's arm and dragging her close. She gasps, her features contorting in pain. I try to move, to protect her, but Papa's hand stops me.

"Listen," Luther whispers, a dagger suddenly appearing in his other hand. The blade glints against the light, pressed menacingly against Gina's throat. She freezes, her eyes wide with terror.

"This will be the last time you raise your filthy hands on what's mine. If you try it again..." Luther trails off, letting the threat hang in the air.

Gina's body shakes like a leaf, the blade digging into her flesh, drawing blood.

"Luther, please..." Papa begs, his voice cracking under the weight of his fear.

But Luther shows no mercy.

"You'll be dead. Try me again," he growls, shoving Gina hard. She stumbles and falls, before scrambling to her feet and running away, her sobs echoing through the room.

Papa and I stand frozen, our breaths held in a state of suspended panic.

Then he turns to us. “f*****g sign this s**t, James. Give me what's mine, I'm done playing!" He snarls.

"Will you promise to let my father go? Let the debts go, while I work for it to pay you back? Help us buy back this house while I'm your contracted wife?" I pose him a question, despite the iciness gripping my heart.

Luther's lips twitch. With a motion of his finger, he beckons me to come forward. Papa tries to stop me but I shake my head, trying to tell him I am okay.

The moment I stop right before him, his tall height towering over me, his masculine scent wafts into my nostrils, it makes me dizzy. Perhaps it is fear.

He leans closer, so closer until our lips are almost touching. I gasp and try to move back but his larger, stronger arms are already wrapping around me, and pulling me closer.

He nuzzles his head against me again like he’s rubbing his scent on me, or my scent on him, before whispering into my ear, “I like your voice, your scent and how you speak to me without fear… A sweet girl, making a deal with the devil.” He chuckles, before inhaling my scent. I shiver.

“Tell me, what type of work do you think I'll let you do, in order to get my money back, my sweet naive girl?" He leans back slightly, separating only enough to bring his middle finger to the base of my throat where it dips. Slowly, he trails it down my chest, stopping before he could touch my breasts.

“I'll accept this deal but on one condition…” he whispers again, his tone sounding like hell.

I gulp, the dryness of my throat all-consuming, as if I've swallowed not just air, but my own tongue as well. My brain feels like a computer on the verge of overheating, my thoughts a jumbled mess of zeroes and ones.

"What's it?” I rasp. I shouldn't have said that. I know I shouldn't have. I know nothing good would ever come from a devil like him. But I did. It's my mistake.

He grins, his canine more visible. I will never doubt it if another rumor is to spread that Luther Castillo is a real demon. I'd gladly accept it.

He c***s his head, his eyes searching mine. I'm desperate right now. I want my papa safe. I wish I had more money. I wish papa hadn't sacrificed for me. But this is my little way of repaying him.

“You’ll sign that contract, alongside your father. You'll belong only to me, body and soul. No man would touch what's mine… Your lips, your eyes, your hands, your p***y… they're now mine…” my face flushes at his dirty words and I wonder what my father's expression is going to be like.

"And lastly…" His gaze travels down my body, leaving a trail of heat touching every place his eyes touch. I can feel the tingling of

my breasts. My n*****s harden and I hate this feeling, more than ever. I am no slut.

“And lastly…” he repeats, “you'll let this devil taint you with his tongue, hands…” then he whispers to my ears. "And c**k. Let me corrupt you, Camille."

And like a spell cast on me, I shut my eyes.