Tamed By The Mafia King

His Property

VIOLET’S POV

Groaning, my head felt light and I could still feel pain all over my body. I felt disoriented as I tried to open my eyes, a wave of dizziness washing over me.

I could hear footsteps and the sound of people whispering, it wasn’t too loud but it was also loud enough to make my head hurt.

Opening my eyes, I looked around and nothing felt familiar to me. Everything seemed strange, foreign, I had no idea where I was and how I’d gotten here.

I tried to move and that was when I realized that my legs and hands were tied and soon, everything started coming back to me.

The reminder of my father drugging my drink and letting some thugs drag me away came back to me and I felt fear settle in the pit of my stomach.

I looked around desperately but there was nothing much to help me deduce where I was or what the thugs I remembered seeing before I blanked out were going to do to me.

“She’s going to rake in good money.” One of the men said and my teeth clattered when I made sense of those words.

I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me, I already knew that I was going to be sold and I shuddered inwardly at the thought of being sold off to some person that I do not know.

An acute sense of fear spread through my body, my heart pounding as panic like I never thought I was going to experience started welling up inside of me.

My throat ached as I writhed and did all that I could to get out of the rope that my hands had been tied with. Along with the fear I was feeling, anger was also threatening to push me over the edge.

I should have slammed the door in his face and left him there to die when I opened and saw that he was the one on my front porch.

Why did I answer the door? Why did I let my soft spot for family manifest at that point in time?

I should have kicked him when I had the chance, curse him out and let him know that I do not give a flying f**k about what was going to happen to him.

“Now is not the time to get angry,” I muttered to myself as I managed to set my legs free, “an escape route, an escape route.” I repeated to myself as my eyes scanned the area.

The room I was in was dark and I could barely see but the faint light, the voices and the footsteps were enough to let me know that I would be able to find my way if I could just make it outside.

I felt chilly but I was quick to get rid of it as I staggered to my feet, the effect of the drug was still there as I struggled to remain standing.

Slowly and stealthily, I started making my way towards the faint light but every thread of hope of escaping that I had came crashing down.

“And where do you think you’re going, you cunt!” A deep voice growled behind me as I slowly turned around to see a largely built man standing behind me.

I gasped, eliciting a shiver of panic when our eyes met. His eyes were red and they glowed like that of a beast that had set its eyes on the prey it was going to tear apart.

My throat felt parched, closed up even as I tried to take a step back. Fear engulfed me but I’d be damned if I let this horrible man see that.

Without thinking, I tried to make a run for the door but even that was impossible as I felt pain surge through me when he grabbed my hair.

“DO YOU ACTUALLY THINK YOU CAN RUN AWAY FROM US?!” He yelled, yanking my hair so hard that my scalp throbbed.

“This is what I hate about bitches that think they can always have their way!” He snapped, his knee hitting my stomach before he threw me across the room.

My stomach rumbled and I felt like throwing up everything I had in my stomach, my eyes rolled and my head hurt even more as my back ached.

Pain shot through me as I panted in terror, my heart beating really hard as this man started making his way towards me and with each step he took, I crawled backwards but it didn’t take long for him to catch up to me.

“Stupid Bitch.” He snarled, pulling me up again by my hair before dragging me across the room towards the faint light that I’d seen earlier.

“Let Me Go!” I yelled as I grabbed his hand that had curled into my hair, my nails dug into his skin but his grip didn’t loosen even a bit as he pulled the door open.

I struggled to break free from his hold but it only tightened even more as he dragged me to the midst of men that were drinking and slurring vulgar words.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing to her?” One of the men asked, “you know we can’t let her get hurt or else we won’t get as much money for her as we should.” He added and they all burst out laughing.

“I had no choice, she was trying to run away.” The one that had dragged me out replied and they all went silent at once as the one I could tell was the boss stood up.

“Really, young lady, did you really try to run away?” He asked and I knew he wasn’t really expecting a response so I kept quiet and didn’t say anything.

His eyes grazed my body, lingering on my boobs before going further down and then back up to my face as he clicked his teeth.

“Maybe if I show you a little fun, you’re going to—” He reached out to touch me but I slapped his hand away as hard as I could, getting a low wince out of him.

I looked into his eyes, my mind made up to not be scared of any of them but before I could blink, he already had one hand wrapped around my neck, choking me.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” He asked, anger shining vividly in his eyes but the last thing I’m going to do is let that move me to fear even though I’m scared.

“If you don’t act like the submissive b***h that you’re supposed to be, I’m going to make sure—” the way his finger grazed my lips irritated me.

The closeness of his face and his alcohol ridden breath irked me so much that I opened my mouth and bit into his finger as hard as I could, so hard that I could taste his blood.

The hand wrapped around my neck loosened immediately as he slapped me really hard, my cheeks stung, it hurt but I felt satisfied because he was also in pain.

“Son of a b***h!” He screamed out in pain as he kicked me, sending me flying and catching up to me before I could breathe.

He was bleeding profusely but none of that mattered to him, the heat of his anger was intense as he kept hitting me and even when my face was all swollen and covered in blood, he didn’t stop.

Grabbing me by my top, he slammed me against the rock hard floor as I laid there, completely immobile.

“You’re going to regret this, you stupid b***h!” He went on, “I’m going to sell you off to the worst possible place after I’m done f*****g the s**t out of you.” He added as he picked me up.

The sudden sound of my top rippling made me whimper as I fought to get out of his hold but he overpowered me and soon, I was standing in the midst of men with only my underwear on.

“GET. YOUR. FILTHY. HANDS. OFF. HER.” A voice thundered behind the man that had been tearing my clothes off and I felt chills run down my spine.

The voice wasn’t that loud but it was enough to silence a room filled with heavily built, vulgar men, the air in the room tightened as the sound of footsteps echoed.

The room froze over as everyone fell silent, his grip loosened and I fell to the ground, coughing due to the rush of air that went into my lungs at once.

I lifted my gaze to look at the person that had come to my rescue and I couldn't even breathe because of the intense, merciless energy that he radiated.

Each step he took felt calculated and it was almost as though the ground was trembling as he stepped on it, the lump in my throat became bigger as my gaze was fixed on this man.

Who is he?

“What do you think you’re doing, putting hands on her?” He asked when he finally got to the presence of the man that had been abusing me earlier.

The man could barely speak, his tongue was tied as he stood before this stranger whose demeanor was imposing with a ruthless, implacable air.

His brows were drawn together, emphasizing his anger as he exuded an aura of unwavering dominance. My heart did a double take, skipping each time he spoke.

His eyes met mine but just for a brief second before returning to the man standing in front of him and I jumped when I saw the man lying on the floor, in a pool of blood right beside me.

It had all happened so fast, a loud bang had echoed and a table shattered and now he’s on the floor, bleeding profusely from his head.

My breath caught in my throat, my heart stopped at once when I realized that this strange man had broken a strong wooden table with my abuser’s head.

“Was I not clear enough?” His voice was low but cold, his eyes a thousand times beastlier than I’d ever seen, “You should know that what I hate the most is repeating myself.” He added and with that, he smashed my abuser’s head with just his feet and no one made a single sound.

My eyes widened, terror rocked me as I stared at the beast of a man standing right beside me, a thrill of frightened anticipation touched my spine and I shivered.

This man is bad news.

“NO ONE PUT HANDS ON CADEN ALVAREZ’S PROPERTY!”

Wh— What?