Mafia's craziest obsession

Episode3

Eloise's breath caught in her throat, a mix of anger and unease washing over her. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice trembling slightly despite her efforts to keep it steady.

Vincent's smile was infuriatingly calm. "Just enjoying the evening. I didn't expect to see you here, though. Quite a coincidence, isn't it?"

Eloise narrowed her eyes, her grip tightening on the cue stick. "This is a private room. You're not welcome here."

Vincent chuckled, glancing around at her friends, who were now watching the exchange with rapt attention. "Relax, Miss Escobar. I'm not here to cause trouble. And besides, I own this place."

Eloise's eyes widened in shock. She turned to her friends, who seemed more interested in Vincent than in her discomfort.

"Then I'm leaving," she said, dropping the cue and moving to walk past him.

Vincent's smile widened, his tone taunting. "Feisty. I like that. Especially in bed," he said with a chuckle, causing her friends to giggle nervously.

Eloise's gaze snapped back to her friends, silencing them with a look. Her anger flared. "What do you want, Vincent?" she demanded, her voice shaking with controlled fury.

"Let's place a bet," he said, his eyes glinting with challenge.

"Why the hell would I want to place a bet with you?" she shot back, rolling her eyes.

"You might like it," he said, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from his body. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of anger and an unsettling attraction.

"What?" she asked, trying to sound unimpressed, but her voice betrayed a hint of curiosity.

"Let's play a game," he said, nodding towards the snooker table.

"And what’s the bet?" she asked, trying to regain her composure.

"If you win... I'll apologize for pouring my expensive drink on you," he said, his tone mocking.

"You think I won't win?" she scoffed, her confidence bolstered by years of practice.

"Well, why not find out?" he challenged, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"And if you win?" she asked, her voice tinged with skepticism.

His smirk widened. "You’ll be my pet for two months," he said, his eyes locking onto hers.

Her stomach churned with a mix of fear and defiance. "Why would I want to be your pet?" she asked, her voice faltering.

"Seems like little Miss Escobar isn’t so confident after all," he taunted.

"Quit calling me that. My name is Eloise," she snapped, her anger rising. "And I’m 100 percent sure I’ll win."

"Then do you agree to my terms?" he asked, extending his hand.

She hesitated, the weight of the decision pressing down on her. Her eyes narrowed as she took his hand, shaking it firmly. "Deal," she said, her voice defiant and determined at the same time.

As Eloise lined up her shot, she felt a sense of calm focus wash over her. She had spent years honing her skills, and she knew she was good. But as she struck the cue ball, she couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. Vincent's eyes seemed to bore into her skin, making her feel like an insect under a microscope.

As the game wore on, Eloise's confidence grew. She was leading, and she knew she had this. But then, Vincent's demeanor changed. His concentration sharpened, his eyes narrowed, and he started to play with such intensity that it made Eloise's heart skip a beat.

She felt a surge of unease as he started to close the gap. Her mind began to race with doubts. What if she lost? What would it mean to be his "pet" for two months? The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

As she missed a simple shot, Eloise's confidence began to wane. She was surprised by her weakness. Usually, she was so calculated and exact. But Vincent's sudden comeback had thrown her off her game.

As the score evened out, Eloise felt her anxiety spike. She couldn't let him win. She couldn't bear the thought of being at his mercy for two months. She felt nervous as she lined up her final shot. What if she missed?

The cue ball hit the object ball with a loud crack, but it was slightly off. The ball bounced off the cushion, giving Vincent an easy shot. Eloise felt a sharp sense of defeat as he hit the final ball.

Eloise was filled with rage as Vincent approached her with a smile on his face. How could he be so proud? Didn't he know she was struggling? But she noticed something in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat. Yes, there was a gleam of victory, but there was more. Something that looked almost like... excitement.

"Well played, Miss Escobar," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "But it seems I'm the winner."

Eloise felt a surge of anger, but she bit back her retort. She had lost, and now she had to face the consequences. "Congratulations," she said, her voice tight with frustration.

With a sly smile, he turned to face his men and turned to leave.

The realization of what she had gotten herself into sent a shiver down Eloise's spine. For the next two months, she was his "pet" and would do as he pleased. The thought sent a chill down her spine, as well as a spark of curiosity. What did he have planned for her? And why was there a sick sense of expectation in her?

She had to do something about this... she had to tell her Daddy, he could probably stop all this.

"He's damn hot," Bella said, breaking the silence.

"I could see his abs through his shirt," Francesca added, her eyes still lingering on the door where Vincent had exited.

Eloise's anger flared again. "Are you serious right now? Did you not hear what just happened?" she snapped.

Lila shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed. "Sorry, El. But you have to admit, he’s something else."

Eloise glared at them, her frustration evident. "I’m going home," she declared, grabbing her things and storming out of the private room. Her friends' whispered comments and giggles followed her, only adding to her irritation.

The drive home was tense. Eloise sat in the back seat of her luxurious car, her driver glancing at her through the rearview mirror with concern. "Everything alright, Miss Eloise?" he asked cautiously.

"Just drive, Paul," she muttered, her mind racing with thoughts of the evening's events. She couldn't believe she had let herself get caught up in Vincent's games. She had to talk to her father; he would know what to do.

As the car pulled up to her house, Eloise took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She stepped out, her heels clicking on the driveway as she made her way inside. The grand entrance of the Escobar mansion did little to calm her racing heart.

Her father was in his study, as usual. Eloise knocked softly on the door before entering. "Daddy, can I talk to you?"

Gambino looked up from his desk, his expression softening when he saw her. "Of course, sweetheart. What's on your mind?"

Eloise took a deep breath, her heart pounding. "I... I need your help. I got myself into a situation, and I don't know how to get out of it."

Gambino's expression darkened slightly, but he nodded. "Tell me everything, Eloise. What exactly happened."

As she recounted the events of the evening, Gambino listened intently, his expression growing more serious with each passing moment. When she finished, he sat back, a troubled look on his face.

"Eloise," he began slowly, choosing his words carefully, "why would you make a bet with Vincent Lucchese?"

Eloise's eyes widened with frustration. "But you can stop him, right? You can make this go away."

Gambino's jaw tightened. He was acutely aware of Vincent's power and influence, but he couldn't let Eloise see his fear. "I'll do everything I can, but you need to understand that this is a complicated situation."

Eloise frowned, not understanding her father's hesitation. "You're Gambino Escobar. You can handle anything."

He forced a smile, trying to reassure her. "I'll look into it. In the meantime, I want you to stay strong and not let him see any fear. Can you do that?"

Eloise nodded, her resolve strengthening. "Yes, Daddy. I can do that."

"Good," Gambino said, standing up and pulling her into a hug. "We'll get through this, Eloise. Together, just do your part, and I will do mine."

Eloise left the study with a sense of relief and lingering anxiety. Her father had always been her protector, and she trusted him to find a way out of this mess.

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" Welcome to my Home, Gambino," Vincent said, walking into the living area with a smile plastered on his face.

Gambino's expression was stern, his eyes narrowing as he took in the opulent surroundings. "Vincent, we need to talk."

Vincent chuckled, settling into a plush armchair. "By all means, have a seat. What's on your mind?"

Gambino remained standing, his posture rigid. "This bet with my daughter, Eloise. It needs to end."

Vincent's smile widened, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, that. It's just a bit of fun, Gambino. No need to get worked up about it."

"She's my daughter, Vincent," Gambino said, his voice low and threatening. "You will not toy with her."

Vincent laughed, a cold, mirthless sound that echoed through the room. "Toy with her? Gambino, you give me too little credit. It's just a game. She agreed to it, after all."

Gambino clenched his fists, struggling to keep his temper in check. "She's young and naive. You know she didn't fully understand what she was getting into."

Vincent's smile turned sinister. "Oh, I think she understood perfectly. And let's not forget, she lost fair and square."

"This isn't a game, Vincent," Gambino growled. "You're pushing too far."

Vincent stood, his demeanor shifting from playful to menacing in an instant. "Too far? I haven't even started yet. You're lucky I didn't take her away from you forever."

Gambino's heart pounded, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He knew the extent of Vincent's power and ruthlessness. "Please, Vincent. She's my daughter. Call off this bet."

Vincent's expression softened slightly, though his eyes remained cold. "I could... but where's the fun in that? Besides, she's a strong girl. She'll manage."

Gambino took a step forward, desperation in his voice. "I'll give you anything. Money, influence... just leave her out of this."

Vincent raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Anything, you say? Interesting. But no, Gambino. I think I'll stick to the original terms. It's more... entertaining."

Gambino's face hardened, his mind racing for a solution. "You're making a mistake, Vincent. This will come back to haunt you."

Vincent's laughter rang out again, chilling in its cruelty. "I'm not worried, Gambino. But I appreciate your concern."

With a final glare, Gambino turned and stormed out of the room, his mind already formulating a plan to protect his daughter. Vincent watched him go, a smug smile playing on his lips. He was excited to see how the game would play out and enjoyed his control ov

er the Escobar family.

He sure was going to Toy with Eloise so much.

He despised spoiled daddy girls, so teaching her a lesson would not be too bad.