The Mafia Boss Force Me

Chapter 5

Camila wasn't able to get a good sleep. Not even a wink of it. Her mind was filled with different thoughts. At the moment, what she wanted was her uncle's safety.

"Hi, uncle" she answered her call.

"Honey...." Lewis voice was so weak and frail, she could tell that he was still in pains.

"I....I'm...sorry I have to do this. I already signed the contract and you will be well, Uncle....but...are you sure he isn't gonna kill you now that I signed the contract?" She asked, naively.

Her flawless white skin was the only thing that glittered in the dim lit bedroom. The walls of her room had beautiful designs of flowers, designed by her.

"Why..did you do that? Why did you sign it?" Lewis uttered in pain.

"I will be fine" he added. Camilla furrowed her brows..

"You will be fine by dying?" She asked.

"You already killed me by signing that contract" Lewis uttered. Poor Camilla doesn't understand the hunger and desires in Santos eyes and what he meant exactly by being his slave for thirty days. It comes with lots of things including being his s*x toy, his puppet, he would make her one of his most obedient of dogs. It isn't going to be so easy.

"But uncle, it's just a contract...Just a contract. I will be his slave. It's not that hard to be a slave right? I will prepare his food at the right time, wash his cloths, clean his house right?" She asked.

Lewis breathed, the one filled with pain.

"Be careful Mila. If you really want to survive your stay with him, be submissive. Be a good girl okay"

"Alright, uncle" Mila replied. She dropped the call and started getting ready. She already packed her bag, what's left is to take a shower which she did within few minutes. She stepped out in towels and applied her skincare products.

Thinking of what to wear, she pulled out a black gown with orange straps, it was a long sleeved gown which was long to her ankles. She tied her hair in a ponytail and sprayed her perfume.

She touched her neck, her rosary was still in place. She said a little prayer before moving out with her bag. She locked her door and decided to see Jeremy before leaving.

"Wow, Mila you look really good. I mean you're always looking hot" Jeremy winkled..

"Thank you" she replied.

"Hmm I need your help Jeremy"...

"Anything for you" he replied..

"Hmm I won't be available for a month, can you take care of my dog before I return?" She asked.

"You haven't been out for such a long time. Is there anything I need to know?" He asked her looking so concerned.

"Hmm there's nothing really much, I just want to go on a....." Mila thought of a perfect lie, but she doesn't even know how to lie. She has never lied. It's a sin.

"The car is here" she said instead, pointing to a black Bugatti Veyron Mansory. She dragged her bags.

"I can help you" he said and took the bag from her, they approached the car and a mean looking man stepped out. His towering height scared Amelia, he looked like a giant, his face wasn't smiling at all.

Jeremy noticed her nervousness.

"Is everything really alright?" He asked.

"Humm" she nodded in a positive and got into the back seat.

"Take care of yourself, call me if something is up" Jeremy waved, sadly..

He really liked her. He likes her a lot but he never got the chance to open up.

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The drive was fast, Mila's heart wouldn't stop thrumpling in her heart, she wondered what this would lead to exactly.

The car made a fast turn into an estate. It was a very quiet place filled with expensive looking mansions. She swallowed into nothing.

The car halted in front of a gigantic mahogany gate, few seconds later, it opened automatically and the car drove in. It closes back automatically after the car drove in.

Camilla was left speechless and for a second, she forgot about the demon she was going to stay with.

The building was like the ones she sees in her dream.

It was a huge house built of red Lyons Sandstone with the most god-awful-looking picket fence she had ever seen.

She admired the beauty of the villa. Each corner of the wall was beautifully carved, and the designs were made with complete care. With the combination of sky blue and spotless white paint, it was looking like a palace from the fairyland. Greeneries around the mansion was adding more beauty to it.

Perimeter of the grounds was patrolled by armed security, and every inch of the property was wired with cameras, security lighting, and motion sensors.

"b***h are you going to keep gaping or you're going to get your goddam ass outta the car!" Domenico, the driver hastened her.

"Your words are not proper" Camilla rolled her eyeballs and got off the car, she dragged her bag out. Once she swiveled her head around, her eyes met with more men with mean faces.

Fear clouded her vision and she felt to urge to urinate suddenly.

"b***h! Move it!" Domenico uttered.

"I'm not a dog, do not call me that!" She warned. She found his words very mean and offensive.

"b***h, you're a b***h!" Domenico said it again, he hijacked her bag from her and moved it on.

"You're crazy" Mila uttered lowly and followed him humbly from behind.

Camila tried her best not to stare at the luxurious looking living room. Domenico moved her bags to heaven knows where while she sat on one of the white couch. She felt so uncomfortable with the new air around her.

Domenico was as ugly as Santos. Monsters. She cursed.

She heard the sound of footsteps of someone descending from the stairs and she shifted on the couch immediately. She lit her eyes up, it was the devil himself. Santos Leonardo.

His soul was stone and dead.

His eyes steel and demonic.

What was worse was that he was terribly good looking with his dark slicked hair and a towering height. His presence screamed power. He looked like Lucifer, a dark and beautiful Lucifer.

What was so scary was how beautiful his darkness was.

He had an outline, pure definition, beautiful flawless skin.

He stared at her with those dark beautiful murderous looking eyes of his. His expression remained still and silent and it made her wondered what exactly was going on in his mind.

"Strip" he uttered, with a smirk. It was a ragged command.

"What do you mean?" Camila asked.

Her eyes roamed the room, she saw the fascination in Domenico and three other eyes but the look on Santos was different, it was darker and more intent.

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