My Best friend's Father Made Me His Mistress

Maddy Lorenzo. 24th of December 2025, Christmas Eve. Miami. 12am, The night my life changed forever. A blindfold is pulled from my eyes. I wince against the blinding blue lights of the club. I don’t need to look to know on whose orders I was dragged from my bedroom in the middle of the night. Adonis. That’s what I’ve heard my brothers call him. He is a powerful, chromatic man they work for. Or perhaps, used to work for. “What is a bloody little girl doing here?” That chromatic man speaks and his voice is matured, covered in tempers of smoky baritone and whiskey. He is at least twice my age. “The Lorenzo brothers skipped town. I think… this is their little sister, boss.” A shaky hiccup comes out from my throat. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Enzo told me yesterday to pack my things and leave the city. But I didn’t. I lied and told him I was gone when really, I was curled up in my bed, thinking about the college scholarship I just got and how their stupid illegal wars weren’t going to ruin my holiday. “Lift her small head. I want to see her face or am I dreaming?” A rough hand tangles in my hair and jerks my head back until my neck aches. The tears I tried so hard to swallow river down my cheeks when I see a fat tobacco balanced between his fingers. Coupled with silver eyes that pin me like a butterfly to glass. I can’t breathe. In the haze of the smoke coming from his nostrils, he is seated like a king. A monster in a business suit of pitch blacks and greys. Two men like giants flank him at each sides while he leans back as if this is nothing but a late-night game. His skin is bronze under the lights, but there’s nothing warm about him. His brows s***h over his eyes like dark wings, his lips are full but unsmiling. “Please… please! I don’t know anything, sir. I swear to you.” The monster tilts his head when I start begging. His eyes drag lower and that’s when I realize that I’m kneeling here in nothing but thin cotton that barely skims my thighs. Even my underwear peeks through the gap. I was ready for bed when hands clamped over my mouth and hauled me into a black car. “Uh, what’s her name?” “Maddy. I believe.” “Hmm….Maddison.” My full government name rolls off his foreign tongue as if he named me himself. When he leans forward, the blue lights of the club catch in his silver eyes. “I apologize for my men not giving you a chance to… be modest. The thing is I am a very impatient man, and when I need answers, I need them immediately.” “Sir… I don’t know. I swear to God, I don’t know anything! My brothers left the city….they didn’t tell me where they went to! I’m not lying, please…please believe me.” I search his face for mercy, for something human but his expression stays the same. I dare to look around and I notice three other men. They are on their knees like me with blindfolds hanging loose and heads bowed in sentenced defeat. One of them is unable to stop shaking. Another one’s cloth is soaked in blood and sweat; he is wheezing like a broken engine. The last man, all of a sudden, vomits across his own thigh and the security in the room all scrunch and groan in disgust. “Get me my bloody roulette.” Adonis suddenly murmurs. A man brings him a gun and he cradles it like it’s his missing rib. “There are… two, maybe three bullets in this. There are four of you worms. I’ll spin. I’ll shoot. Whichever worm is left standing will find the Lorenzo brothers and pay the bloody debt they owe me while the rest are in recovery.” His voice hardens on the last word. “Adonis, please!” One of the kneeling men yells which makes the panic real. Before I can breathe, a shot explodes! My ears ring and I shock so hard that my knees skid on the marble. I don’t look but I hear a body being dragged away. The two men left start sobbing and screaming over each other while pounding music continues in the background. Another click. Tck. Another shot. The security drags the second man away. The last man starts sobbing so hard that his words don’t even make sense. He’s begging, but I’m quiet. I can’t move. I can’t think. I’m just… sweat. With another shot stifling the air, my ears ring again. The last man collapses and they drag him out too. Then, there’s just me. The only one left on her knees. Adonis said there were three bullets and in the firing of it all, I am still alive. He said the one who lives would be the one to hunt down the Lorenzo brothers and pay the debt they owe him. Am I safe or does it mean my hell is just starting? “Turn off this f*****g blue light. I want to see her face.” Adonis orders. The light comes on, and it exposes the hue of my pale skin. It exposes the state of my nightdress that’s clinging to all the wrong places. A weird silence goes, and I hear his men whistle one by one. “This one belongs in the Glass box for New years, boss.” Glass? My brain trips over the word. Glass? What is that? “The VIPs will pay bloody hundreds to watch her dance. Look at her, she’s got that Aphrodite figure. She’s young too. What…twenty? Twenty-one?” “How old are you, Maddison?” His voice again. “T-Twenty.” “Can you dance?” I shake my head no even though I spent all summer in dance studios. Even though there are trophies on my shelf that say Best Contemporary, Best Ballet, First Place. I lie quickly because I understand what they mean by glass box. Dance. VIPs. “We’ll get Vicky to teach her, then.” another man says easily. “If you can’t dance, then what were those trophies on your shelf. I swear I saw some…best Dance, Ballet… something like that.” My gasp is instant and stupid because now they know I was lying. And worse…so does he. Adonis’s elbows rest on his knees and he smiles tenderly at me. “So…you can dance?” “I—” “I hate lies, worm.” He warns and I bob my head fast like it’s not even mine. “I wont lie again, sir—” "Get up. I want you to treat me as if I were a VIP customer. Dance well and I’ll let you go home tonight. Fail? And you’ll stay until Vicky teaches you to be useful to me for the busy holidays.” Slowly, I rise to my feet and there are five men watching me. And then, Adonis. Six. His longest finger rests on his chin. He isn’t smiling. He doesn’t even look eager like his men, who are practically waiting for a show. He looks… bored like I’m a spreadsheet he’s already tired of reading. I…I’m supposed to treat him like a VIP customer…that means he’s asking me to seduce him. I remember during one of the classes at the studio, we learned the art of seduction dance. I guess that may be the dance that will save me tonight. I start walking toward him and my hair falls loose as I do. When I’m a foot from his chair, I turn and give him the outline of my back. I raise my hands in a manner that is as slow as smoke. I sink to the floor with my knees spread and back arched. A murmur runs through the room from his men but I pretend I don’t hear it. I roll my hips side to side, then up and down, in a rhythm that mimics straddling or grinding a man. I close my eyes and pretend there’s music, pretend I’m in a dance studio. I get back to my feet. I twirl my nightgown in my fingers as I begin to face him. The second my eyes meet his, all of my balance shatters and I fall straight into his lap. My palms flatten against his chest when I crash. He’s a really big man. Bigger than I realized from shoulder to chest, from face to neck. “Comfortable on my legs?” He reminds me exactly where I am. So I get away from him as fast as I can and I see a tender chuckle on his face again. “There, there…take the worm home. Let her have a good night’s rest but tomorrow, bring her back for another questioning. Hopefully, for her own sake… she’ll have ideas on how to bring her brothers back to the city.” His men haul me out of the room and shove me into the back of their car again. In less than thirty minutes later, they send me off into my apartment building. ******** When I get in, I stand frozen at the window and watch their black vehicle disappear into the night. Once that happens, I stumble to my drawers and yank them open with trembling fingers. I search for my phone and when I find it, I grab it and start dialling my brothers’ numbers one after the other. Enzo. Luca. My fingers blur on the screen, but every call ends on the same dead tone, straight to voicemail. They warned me. They told me to leave the city before Christmas Eve. What do I do? Tomorrow, they’ll come for me again. If I don’t have answers, if I can’t give him something… he will end me then. I don’t even know his full name. I don’t know who or what I’m dealing with but I know the look in his eyes. He is the kind of man who can bury me six feet under, and no one will ever find me. My hands won’t stop shaking as I scroll through my contacts. My thumb hovers for a second before I press Fusia’s name. She is my best friend who is also the daughter of the richest family in the city. Her father owns Vanguard Holdings, a powerful business corporation that basically control a hundred percent of the city. Surely, if I can hide in her house and stay there, even a man as powerful as this one won’t be able to get to me. “Maddy?” Her voice is sleepy. “Fusia? Fusia, I need help. Please. Some men just came into my apartment and kidnapped me. They’re people my brothers were working for. I’m scared. I’m so scared they’ll come back and take me.” “Whoa—slow down, slow down, Maddy…” “I need a place to stay. Can I…can I come to your house? Can you ask your parents? Please. Please, I’m begging you!” “Oh my God, of course! I’ll send you the address. Should I get my father’s security to pick you up—” “No. No, don’t. I’ll come myself. I don’t want to implicate your family. I’ll be there soon, okay?” “Yes, Maddy. I’ll be waiting. Please… please be safe.” The call ends and I force myself to stop crying. The apartment is dark because I don’t want to risk anyone seeing me run. I grab the first pair of jeans I can find, pulling them over my nightgown. A small bag just enough for clothes. I toss in a few folded bills from my savings and zip it up with shaky fingers. Then I run. The second I step out the apartment, I check left, then right before sprinting into the streets. When a taxi crawls into view after a few minutes, I beg it to stop…so hard that I almost cry again. I give the driver Fusia’s address and throughout the rest of the ride, I tell myself it will be alright. When we stop, it’s like I’ve landed in another world. The gates to Fusia’s family home is rise high, guarded by men in black with guns at their hips. At the security checkpoint, a male and female officer approach. “Name?” “Maddy.” I answer. They nod. It seems Fusia must’ve given them the heads-up so the gates open for the taxi. The taxi driver himself marvels upon the private road we take to the main home. It lasts for about ten minutes until I see a driveway lined with lights like fallen stars. Soon, I recognize that the main home is a castle that literally glowing by a thousand lights set for Christmas upon acres and acres of land. When we stop, two butlers are waiting and they usher me inside quickly. “Maddy?” I hear and suddenly, I’m in Fusia’s arms. I collapse against her and for the first time all night, I can breathe. She pulls back and scans from me head to toe. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” “I—I’m fine.” Before she can say more, a stern woman appears. “Ma’am, your father has just gotten home.” Fusia nods and her blonde pigtails bounces. “Don’t worry, Maddy. My dad’s here already. I’ll tell him everything, and he’ll help you find out who these bastards are. I swear, he’ll make them pay. You’re safe in our home. No one can touch you here, okay?” I nod and believe her. After all, her father is the founder of Vanguard Holdings. They say he’s the most powerful man in the city. If anyone can protect me, it’s a family like hers. “Daddy?” Fusia drops my fingers for a second, then grabs them again as she pulls me toward the entrance. “Darling.” Wait. The familiar foreign accent slithers up my spine like ice water yet it is only when I lift my eyes that the world convulses into nothing. It’s him! The man in the suit. The silver-eyed bastard who made me dance for him. The one old enough to be my father. He is Fusia’s father? Oh,no. What have I walked into? I was running to escape him but now, all I hear is the click of his Oxfords on marble as he steps closer.