The Second Chance - Mafia

Monster

LANEY

I don’t know what the f**k that was, or what he was trying to achieve by that performance. He said it was strictly business. Yeah right, that wasn’t business. That was wanting to show me what he can do. That poor girl. My insides quiver at the thought. But she didn’t seem to mind at all. She wasn’t mad at all, she was wanting to please him. I don’t understand it at all.

I’m looking at the ground, I can’t bring myself to look at him. He’s still naked, his c**k meeting my eye length. His incredible body is definitely something to make me blush. He’s fit there’s no denying that. But he’s unhinged. Crazy. A monster. “Did you enjoy the show?” He asks me. I compose myself. Trying to win back atleast some confidence. I finally pluck up the courage to make eye contact with him. My eyes narrow at his smirking face. “Strictly business” I mutter his words back to him. His jaw ticks, his vein on his forehead pops out. Oh sweet Jesus he looks raging right now.

He is right, my smart mouth will get me in trouble. Maybe even a grave at this rate. He unties me, flings me over his shoulder and takes me to a contraption. I fight and kick trying to get him to release me. All without success. He finally puts me down bent over that bench. My stomach although I’m terrified the excitement is hard to deny. What is happening to me?! I try to fight him off but he’s overpowering. He straps my arms down to the bench. “What are you doing?!” I yell. He steps back and admires his work. “Tell me you don’t want this.” He says. His request takes me by surprise. Say it. As much as I beg my mouth to speak for me. I can’t bring myself to stop him. The thrill is too much. My stomach is tied in knots. Waiting for him to do something to me. He leans down his breath hitting the back of my neck sending tingles straight to my private area. Holy s**t. “Go on, say it.” I fight myself internally trying to find my voice. But it’s lost. He smirks a victory smirk. “I knew it.” He cockily exclaims. With one swift movement he pulls my pj shorts down. Exposing my bare bum. His hand glides over my cheeks, the touch is new, and unfortunately it’s welcomed. My body is fighting my mind. “I told you Laney, that smart mouth would get you in trouble.” *SMACK* I jolt forward letting out a small yelp as his hand connects with my cheeks. *SMACK* another one sends me jolting forward again, the feelings confuse me. I’m enjoying it but I don’t want to. The battle in me continues to fight. *SMACK* I find myself leaning my bum out further for him to smack again. As if he can sense my body’s response to him, he chuckles darkly.

And with that, he pulls my shorts back up, unties me and steps aside. What?! I stand up, embarrassed by my body deceiving me. I give him one last glare before running back to my room.

I shove the heavy door open, as it closes behind me I lock it. So I know he won’t be able to get in. I run to my new bed and collapse into it. Emotions overcome me as I sob into the pillow. Confusion, anger, lust, disappointment, maybe even jealousy. All these feelings overwhelm me. As my mind floods with questions. I cry and cry.

The daylight breaking through the patio doors wakes me from my sleep. I must of fallen asleep crying last night, or early hours of this morning. I can’t remember dozing off. I sit up and look outside. Thoughts of last night race back to my head. I cringe at myself. Embarrassment overtakes me. Suddenly I hear a loud pounding at my door “OPEN THE f*****g DOOR.” I jump up instantly. Becker. I hesitantly unlock the door, as soon as the lock clicks the door roars open. Becker storms in. “You locked the door.” Is that a question or a statement? Yes I locked the door? I look at him confused by his outburst. “Yes?” “The door stays unlocked.” He demands. I furrow my brows at him, confused. “Why?” His eyes narrow “Because I f*****g said so.” I nod my head slowly, biting my lip. His eyes dart to my mouth, then back up to my eyes. “Okay.” I reply, then I turn on my heel and walk towards the balcony. He remains stood in the middle of my room. I have a feeling he isn’t finished with me yet. But just before he has the chance to respond there’s a knock at the door. Andre is stood. “Sorry to interrupt sir, but that business you wanted to sort out is downstairs.” I turn intrigued. Business? Becker stands still, his eyes still narrowed at me, his vein popping out again. He licks his dry lips then nods his head. “Good.” He barks, then turns on his heel, walking out my room. Shutting the door behind himself.

Half an hour later I’m sat on my bed, looking through some mood boards for the room. I suddenly jump when I hear a loud bang erupt from inside the house. It sounded like a gunshot. My blood runs cold as I get a chill up my spine. I glance around my room, standing I make my way to the balcony. As I look out I see Becker walking away from the house, his black suit jacket is no longer on, he’s just wearing his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and his suit pants. One thing makes my face pale and I feel lightheaded. His shirt is covered in blood.