A Toy for the Mafia Lord

“She should be taught a damn good lesson. I have no use for her. They could all die for all I care. I wouldn’t get my money either way.” I heard him speak. “Do we get rid of her, boss?” the same voice that picked me up from the highway asked. “And go through all that trouble in vain? I’ll have her for the night, then I’ll decide what to do with her.” “Whatever you say, boss.” “Have you figured out who ordered the hit on us?” “I’m on it, boss.” "How long? I need results, not excuses. You’ve got a job, as my second in command, I expect answers before I ask them. I want a name in an hour. Get her ready for the club. I need to release some stress." “Alright, boss.” With my eyes closed, I could tell we had arrived at their home, and I had no idea where I was being led as I was lifted off the car seat. I only knew I wasn’t going to die tonight. I could die tomorrow or the next day, I should panic. I was carried for a short while before I was lowered to the ground. I opened my eyes immediately, but closed them again at once, as the gaze from his intense hazel eyes was overwhelming. "Freshen up and get dressed. I’ll be back in an hour." I had no clothes, but he knew that. I’d been brought back to the very thing I’d fled. The door swung open as soon as he left, leaving me no time for self-loathing. A sparsely dressed young woman enters, likely in her early twenties, but carrying an attitude that makes her seem much older. She looked around the dimly lit room. "The last girl who stayed here died 24 hours later," she said spitefully. Goosebumps stood all over my skin. Why did she tell me that? "What’s your story?" she asks, sizing me up in my distressed clothes. “Uh…” I stammer, wondering if I should tell the truth. “I owe him some money.” “You owe Alfredo?” she looks at me strangely before suddenly breaking into a grin. “That means your time is ticking, cos Alfredo never spares a thief. That’s sad though, you could have made us some money.” She winks. Another person warned me about my impending doom. "Lucas. Don't keep him waiting," she tossed clothes at me, sashaying out immediately. Fresh tears escaped my eyes. I didn’t even stop them this time because the reality of it had just hit me. So this was my new life. I ended things with Enzo, my boyfriend of one year because I had no excuse as to why I wasn’t going to have s*x with him. Now, here I was, going to give it to a ruthless mafia lord who had just killed my parents and was going to kill me too after I slept with him. What did I have to lose? Nothing. My parents were gone. Life was meaningless without them. I might as well die, but I would not give my body to the man who had taken my parents’ lives. I showered and quickly got dressed in the revealing outfitshe brought. The top barely covered my n*****s, but I knew the rules of this game. I had read enough books in college to know how it worked here. Staring at the mirror, I looked unrecognizable in the scanty clothing, and tears pouring from my eyes. I’d join you soon, Mom and Dad. "I see you’re ready," the man who brought me here, whose name I figured was Lucas, said behind me. “Yes,” I mumble, wiping my eyes clean. There was no point in them seeing how weak-willed I was. “Good. The boss doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” I didn't miss his subtle gaze on my boobs. He swallowed hard before turning away. I felt naked and vulnerable, a stranger to myself. Inside the car, I closed my eyes, taking in the smell of his cologne which had covered the whole car. Soon, tears began to fall. Was this really the end? Was I being taken to the slaughter where I would be killed like the others. "Are you okay?" Lucas asked. I nod. How would I be "You begged to be here. Why then are you fighting it? Alfredo is pissed at you." I am surprised he is talking to me. He was talking to me like an actual person, not a purchased good. Tears threaten to fall from my eyes, but I fight them. He wouldn’t see me cry. “I begged because I wanted to save my parents’ lives. I wanted him to spare them like he promised.” I speak quietly His face changed to confusion, then understanding. “Why do you think he did not keep to his promise?” “It’s obvious. Why would he want to kill me if he had something over me?” “Well…” he stammers. “You’re not supposed to know this, Aria, but he didn’t kill them. So I suggest you make good on your promise if you want to keep them alive like you wanted. Alfredo doesn’t like to be stressed, so he gets rid of anything that brings him stress,” he stressed. My heart felt as if it had just been set free. This information was all I needed to feel better, as I suddenly felt the urge to hug Lucas and show my appreciation for Alfredo. However, a wave of guilt washed over me when I realized that if I had escaped earlier, I could have been the reason for my parents' deaths.The tears dropped freely now Crying won't change anything," Lucas said sternly. "Go in there, make Alfredo happy like you said. Keep your family safe." "I heard you both discuss killing me tomorrow," I admitted, her voice barely a whisper. He grunted, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You know too much." "Will you kill me?" I ask again, her heart pounding. He studied her, a strange expression on his face. "Tonight will tell. Now, get moving," he ordered **** Inside the dimly lit club, my skin crawls as the men stare lustily at my breasts. With Lucas by my side, they maintain their distance. We go to a section of the club filled with girls dressed like me but with more attitude. “Do what you’re here for” Lucas muttered, walking away. There’s only one way this night would end. Me without my innocence, after keeping it all these years for the one who would love and worship my body I gulp down the glass the bartender offered, its strong strawberry flavor soothing yet burning my tongue. After two more shots, I head to the dance floor. My hips sway to the music, getting lost in it when a pair of hands grab my ass. Impulsively, I move away. “I see the way you moving, we could go to the stall behind and explore more moves together” the male voice breathed on my back. I try to move away from him but his grip on my hips tightens, bruising me. “I see you tryna play hard to get ho. I would f**k you so hard you’d wish you were dead.” his alcoholic breath fanned my back as he dragged me. The hair on my back rose with his threat. My legs wobbly as the alcohol made me weak. “Only you, Phil, would want to be dead after what you've done. You'll regret touching my property." Alfredo appeared, a deep frown on his face. “Lucas, deal with this. Aria, come with me,” he speaks to his phone and me, ignoring Phil who looked like he had seen a ghost. Like a lamb to the slaughter, I follow him meekly as everyone in the club makes way for him. He opens a door revealing a dimly lit room, with a giant window. “Strip.” He commanded, His voice, low and dangerous, echoed through the silence. I hesitated, fear coursing through me. Slowly, I began to undress, my movements deliberate. As I shed each piece of clothing, I felt more vulnerable, the alcohol doing nothing to ease my discomfort. “Look at me” he growled. I slowly raise my eyes to his. “Dance for me” he ordered. My legs moved on their own, carrying me to the center of the room. This was happening, whether I liked it or not. I might as well enjoy it. With Chris Brown's "Under the Influence" playing in my head, I closed my eyes and let loose. I moved my body, twirling and swaying, hoping I looked the part. When the imaginary music faded, I opened my eyes to find him watching me Alfredo looked impressed, his body now bare except for his briefs. I swallowed nervously as I took in the sight of his well tanned muscular physique, down to his hardness. "Maybe I'd keep you around. You're good at this," he said, his voice low. He extended his hand, and I moved towards him, a mix of fear and anticipation, the alcohol now in full effect. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. His kiss was hungry, demanding. As he pulled me between his legs, A thrill shot through me as the hard press of his arousal brushed against my bare skin. My gasp left my mouth open, inviting him in. He took the opportunity, his kiss deepening, his tongue exploring my mouth. A moan escaped my lips as a wave of pleasure washed over me. His hands moved from my back to my ass, squeezing tightly. He lowered his head, his lips finding my breasts. A shiver ran through me as he gently nibbled on my n*****s. "Mmm, uh-huh," I moaned, my hands instinctively clutching his back. He paused, his gaze intense. ““Don't,” he ordered, taking both my hands above my head, holding them with his hand. He moved his attention to my belly, trailing kisses down to my navel. His touch is both urgent and demanding. His fingers found their way to my wet core, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I gasped as he slowly inserted a finger, a jolt of pain shooting through me, quickly replaced by a wave of intense pleasure. He moved his fingers rhythmically, teasing me, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. His eyes burned with desire. " "You're so tight" he murmured huskily, removing his briefs. His erection was hard and imposing. I gulped, my heart pounding "Sit on it," he commanded. "What? No, I'm sorry, I don't understand," I stammered. "What don't you understand? Come sit on it," he barked, his patience wearing thin. I was terrified, yet I moved towards him "Have you done this before?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing. I shook my head, my face flushed with shame. His eyes widens "Get out," he ordered, his voice cold. "I'm sorry," I sobbed, my heart heavy. "No, wait," he said, a strange look in his eyes, as he picked up his phone dialing a number. A knock sounded at the door almost immediately. He opened it to reveal a scantily clad woman. She entered the room without a word, her movements confident and practiced. He turned to me, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Watch," he said. The woman submitted to him without hesitation. Her moans filled the room, My core tightened as I watched, a mix of arousal and humiliation running through me. I yearned to be in her place, feeling the intensity of his touch. I try to feel disgust from me watching two people get on, but i don't feel it. As he reached his climax, his expression shifted to a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. The woman, now limp and spent, scruffled to leave the room Immediately, he cleaned up and ordered Lucas to take me back. The alcohol still clouded my mind, leaving me in a daze. As I settled into the backseat, I couldn't shake the lingering sensations, my body still buzzing with arousal. "You good?" Lucas asked, his gaze piercing through the rearview mirror. I couldn't speak, tears blurring my vision. He pulled the car over to the side of the road. "Do you need a minute?" he asked, his voice softer. I nodded, unable to form words. "Did it hurt?" he asked, his tone gentle. I looked away, ashamed. "Yes," I whispered. He didn't say anything, just reached out and took my hand. His touch was surprisingly tender. Our eyes met, Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. A part of me wanted to run, to escape this nightmare. But another part of me was strangely drawn to him, to the danger and the thrill. The kiss was gentle, almost hesitant, as if he was unsure of how I would react. But as our lips met, a spark ignited, and I found myself responding