Book cover Submissive to the Billionaire mafia Boss

chapter five

**POV Helena Stoones**

"My God, what's going on here?" Katy screamed, her voice laced with panic as the sound of shouting and objects being broken echoed from upstairs, where my house was. She moved frantically, throwing her belongings into a bag as if she were ready to flee. "I warned your father, Helena! Those people are dangerous! I told him so many times, but he wouldn't listen!"

Before I could respond, strange men began storming into the bar. They were searching everything, destroying it without mercy. Some carried rifles, and the tattoo of a snake near their necks made it clear they were part of something much bigger and darker. Glass shattered, and bottles of liquor were thrown against the walls, turning our livelihood into shards.

"Katy, come down here! " I need help!" I shouted, desperate, as I tried to save a few bottles of whiskey near the sink. "Stop, please! These goods are expensive! We depend on them to survive!"

One of the men shot me a cold, ruthless look.

"Mr. Blackwoold gave clear orders to destroy this place."

Before I could react, Katy was by my side, gripping my arm tightly.

"Helena, listen!" she began, her eyes brimming with desperation. "Peter is dead!" Or he will be soon! There's nothing you can do. Do you think he's going to change? That he deserves your loyalty? He's an alcoholic, a drug addict! Come with me, now! You can stay with the girls. We can..."

"Katy, he's my father!" I screamed, cutting her off. "How do you expect me to turn my back on him? I can talk to them! I can negotiate! I've done it before!"

Katy's expression hardened, her voice heavy with anger and frustration.

"Helena, pay attention! You're young, you have your whole life ahead of you! Don't throw it all away because of him! Peter doesn't deserve this! He got involved with very dangerous people this time. The Blackwoods control everything! The media, the police, judges, prosecutors... They always get what they want. And your father owes them a lot of money!"

Before I could respond, one of the men pointed in my direction.

"The girl is there!"

I took a few steps back but bumped into something hard. When I turned, my heart raced. Standing in front of me was a tall, imposing man with black hair and light green eyes. His serious, cold expression was terrifying. He pushed Katy aside with a single move, without even looking at her.

"I'm waiting for you upstairs," he said, his voice low and threatening, pointing to the stairs.

I swallowed hard and nodded, following him in silence. Each step felt like an eternity. When he opened the door, my heart stopped.

The floor of the room was covered in blood. My father's body lay there, pale and motionless.

"Father!" I exclaimed, running to him. "My God, what did they do to you?"

My voice trembled, and my body froze with horror. When I looked up, I saw another man. He wore a spotless suit and held a gun in his hand; his presence radiated authority and cruelty.

"They always told me you had a beautiful daughter, Peter," he said, ignoring my bloodied father on the floor. His gaze slid over me, from head to toe, full of malice. A cruel smile appeared on his lips as he bit his lower lip. "But honestly, I didn't expect something of such quality coming from a worm like you."

My breath caught in my throat. I knew something much worse was coming.

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But what did my father do this time? What did he do for you to treat him like an animal? My voice came out shaky, a mix of fear and anger, as thick tears streamed down my face, seeing him in that deplorable state.

My father, a man in his sixties, lay on the floor like a bloodied rag. After my mother and sister died, he lost himself to drugs. For years, I was his shadow, dragging him out of filthy alleys and dangerous corners. Aunt Katy and I scraped together every penny to get him into a rehab clinic. We had two thousand dollars saved. We were close to changing everything. Until this man showed up.

"No, darling, you can't touch him." The man's cold voice froze me in place. He made a subtle gesture, and one of his henchmen grabbed me, preventing me from approaching my father. "By the way, my name is Paul Blackwoold. " Did your father ever mention our... business?" he said, while calmly wiping the barrel of the gun in his hands with calculated precision.

"It doesn't matter what he did," I choked, struggling against the despair. "We can fix this. If it's a debt, I have two thousand dollars in the bank! Please..."

Paul let out a low laugh, tilting his head as if he were facing something comical.

"Ah, my dear, it goes much further than that." He stepped closer, a cruel smile on his face. "Unfortunately, I'm afraid there's no saving your dear father. It's a shame... It's just you and him left, isn't it? After the death of your mother and sister, it seems you're about to become an orphan."

My heart stopped when he unlocked the trigger of the gun and aimed it at my father's head.

"No! " Please!" I screamed, struggling against the hands that held me. "I'll do anything!" Just give him another chance!" The words escaped in sobs as I fell to my knees, holding Paul’s indifferent gaze.

He crouched down to my level, the barrel of the gun now touching my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye.

"How old are you, dear?" he asked, with a smile that made me feel like a trapped prey.

"You know the answer." My voice trembled, but I forced myself to meet his eyes, trying to appear braver than I felt. "You know everything about my family, don't you?"

Paul laughed, showing his white, perfectly aligned teeth.

"Sharp tongue for a twenty-one-years old girl." He tilted his head, as if examining me more closely. "Helena Stoones, 5'7", blue eyes, black hair... Brazilian mother, American father. " Blood type O negative, no history of health problems." He paused, studying me with predatory eyes. "Perfect bone structure, wide hips, a beautiful pair of breasts. A rare specimen..."

"What are you talking about?" I whispered, swallowing hard, trying to decipher his intentions.

"I mean you have value, Helena," he replied, standing up and adjusting his suit. "Your father, on the other hand, has already passed his expiration date."

"Please, Paul!" my father coughed, spitting blood as he tried to speak.Leave my daughter out of this! She has nothing to do with my mistakes!"

Paul completely ignored him, turning back to me with a calculated look.

"You want to save your father, don't you, Helena?" He smiled, cold and sadistic. "Do you want to know what I want from you?" He paused theatrically. "Your womb."

My breath hitched. "My... womb? You want to sell my organs on the black market?"

Paul laughed, amused by my reaction. "Nothing so grotesque, darling. I want you to be the mother of an heir. Let's just say I have a special appreciation for blue eyes. I'm sure you'd produce an... exceptional child."

"You're sick!" My voice came out in a trembling whisper.

"Maybe," he shrugged indifferently. "But, you see, there's no other way for your father." Accept my offer, and he’ll keep breathing for a few more years. Deny it, and he won't make it through the night. " You said you'd do something, didn’t you?"

My father tried to gesture, mumbling a nearly inaudible "no." But I knew what was at stake. I couldn't bear to see him die there, the last person I had in the world.

"I just... need to get pregnant?" I asked, my lips trembling.

"Exactly. During the nine months, you'll live by our rules. After the child is born, you won't have any further contact with it. It's a simple contract, Helena."

I looked at the floor, trying not to fall apart. My father was all I had. There was no choice.

"Alright," I whispered, feeling the weight of the words crush me. "I accept."

Paul smiled contentedly, as if he already knew what my decision would be.

"Girl... no..." my father tried to murmur, his voice weak and broken. Before he could continue, Paul raised his hand, silencing him with an authoritative gesture.

"Enough. " Take the girl!" he ordered, his voice sharp.

One of the bodyguards immediately moved forward, his rough hands grabbing my arms with brutality. I tried to resist, but his strength was overwhelming, and I was led toward the door with faltering steps.

"Wait!" I cried, my heart pounding as my eyes turned to my father, still lying on the floor, with no one to help him. "Promise... Promise you won't hurt him!"

Paul slowly turned to face me, a cynical smile forming on his lips as he lit a cigarette with disturbing calm. He took a long drag before answering, his voice full of sarcasm.

"I promise I won't touch a single hair on his head." He blew smoke into the air, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Now go. Don't make me lose my patience."

I swallowed hard, feeling the tears burn my eyes. With every step the bodyguard forced me to take away from him, my chest tightened even more. My father was left behind, fallen and alone. And I was heading straight into the unknown.