Guilt trapped
432 Words
What am I doing?” I asked myself, hitting my head as I tried to remember my reasons for being in his room.
“Sexualizing a man in his room,” he said as he moved his body close to me, his Adam's apple vibrating.
“Oh my goodness, I… I am sorry I was….” I apologized, closing my eyes, my legs moving backward, My back trying to enter through the door, his hand by my side.
“You were here to harass me,” he said, making my words stuck in my throat, his breath on my neck as he talked, my stomach making a churn, my body shaky as a tear ran down my face.
“Don, is anyone disturbing you?” The maid outside said, her voice echoing, my heart pounding, his piercing eyes on my face.
“Please, protect me, I will do anything in return.” I pleaded on my knees, my face down on the floor.
“Yes, I am alone, just go and sleep.” He said; I heaved heavily, trying to leave the room. As my hands got to the doorknob, I saw the inscribed word on his door.- Massimo.
“Massimo?!” I whispered, my whole world finding it hard to believe, I had a sudden rush of surprise and shock in my body, my brain daft, my skin folding, my eyes big, my mouth agape, my body shaky as my voice would be in a few minutes.
“Surprised?” He asked with his hands folded; I was too numb to utter a word, and I swallowed a big lump of regret down my throat.
“How did I get here?” I asked, awakening from the shock.
“You're one of my family's property, you belong to the Vaughn family,” he said without emotion.
“It can't be. I have a life, the Vaughn family? The leading Mafia family with cruelty?” I said, assuming it wasn't reality.
“ That's rude, but we're not cruel, we just survive.” He said as he sat in the bathtub.
“A family who killed a man and his family because he stepped on your toe, a family who made the president a puppet in their hands, a family…” I was talking when his gigantic hands tapped me.
“You know too much about my family; back to the favor, how useful are you?” he said, coming close to me; my body shaky; I swallowed another big lump, my breath unstable as my chest tightened, his scent filling my nostrils.
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