Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

I stared at the man in some trepidation; Lucien had never directly spoken about him but Danielle had filled me in on the sadistic monster who stood before me, smirking.

Another man entered the room behind him and I felt my skin crawl. He was deeply tanned, his shaven head gleaming and his small eyes were cold, like chips of glass. I felt a peculiar sensation as he stood at the door, his powerful arms bulging as he crossed them. His eyes were on me, unblinking, small, and expressionless. There was no triumph, no lust in them but I knew instinctively that he was a man who would kill without remorse.

I did my best to refrain from shaking with fear but when the man they called Dmitri Rudenko approached me, I tilted my head, glaring at me.

“So, he said, mockingly, ‘So this is Lucien Delano’s most prized possession, eh?’

And he threw his head back and laughed, a loud laugh that seemed to bounce off the walls of that tiny cell. I stared at him, determined not to show my fear but my insides were quaking. I was not so fearful for myself but I was terrified thinking about my little ones, my unborn children.

Lucien

Dinner was a sober affair; the food tasted bland and chalky. He was barely aware of what he was eating as he switched from phone to phone, calling, barking instructions, demanding help…

At one point, he heard Ria say softly,

‘Mumma made pancakes that were so soft…and we Never Ever had pancakes for dinner!’

The criticism was evident.

Her eyes overflowed with tears, and Lucien stretched his arms to pull her to a hug.

Yes, he thought with a pang, Proserpina had made sure the family had the best meals; the innumerable things he had taken for granted when she had been here!

He kicked himself mentally.

*

Proserpina

When he reached out and gripped my chin painfully, I did not flinch. He forced me to my feet, twisting my arm brutally behind my back and laughed, sneering as I cried out in pain.

My dress was damp and sticking to my body. His eyes casually slid down to my breasts and I felt my breath coming rapidly.

“Please,…’ I whispered, shaking my head.

He threw his head back and roared in laughter.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

‘You stupid c*nt!’ he roared, stopping abruptly and I felt my fear rise to the surface. This man was dangerous because there was no idea what he would do or when.

“You wh*re!”And he twisted my arm further. I bit my lip, trying not to scream, but a broken sob tore through my throat.

Helpless, I sagged against the lean body and I felt him move slightly.

“This s*ut is carrying his children, Oleg.’ He drawled, and there was a titillated thrill in his tone as he turned to the silent giant in the doorway who watched me impassively.

“That makes it all the more a matter to rejoice, eh?’ And he jerked my arm, causing me to scream. My black hair fell around my face, the tendrils damp with sweat.

He pulled me taut against his body as he signalled, ‘

‘Let us see what the Great Lucien Delano has to say when he sees you with me.’

And jerking his chin at the silent man, he said, “Make her more appealing. She is too chaste looking and boring like this.’

He turned me around abruptly so that I was facing away from him, my arm screaming as it felt as though the tendons were being torn.

Before the meaning of his words could sink into my feverish head, the man called Oleg had moved and was before me.

With his huge hands that looked like blocks of meat, he reached out and ripped the front of my dress callously. I cried out in shock and shame as the man’s eyes fell on my breasts which were now exposed. He licked his thick lips, just that one gesture but it terrified me.

I sobbed and shrank, trying desperately to move back. Only to find that it meant pressing myself into Dmitri’s body.

“Get the camera,’ he ordered and I felt my gut clench as I knew he was going to film…what?

Lucien

Later that night, he lay with his children in his large bed. He wanted them to feel safe and had insisted that all three of them should be moved to his room. Ria lay, cuddling him and he gently swept her blonde ringlets from her small face. Piers lay a little away, a book open on his chest. Carefully extricating himself from Ria, he removed Pier’s glasses and checked on the baby, who was also asleep in his crib in the large bedroom he had shared with his Woman.

Sighing, he stood, scratching his chest as he wondered about her, his body tense. What must she be undergoing, he thought. If he could cry like the children, he would have wept. but he could not afford to weaken.

Then he walked over to the bar and poured himself a stiff drink.

There was not going to be any sleeping for him tonight or for as long as his wife remained in the clutches of Dmitri Rudenko. He sat down at his large desk, fired up his laptop and computer, and began to work., his phone in his hand.

He could not sleep while his Woman was suffering at the hands of that evil man, Dmitri Rudenko. He needed to find some trace of where she had been taken, and for that, he would use all his resources, and call all his contacts. He turned to Gustav, who had appeared, silent and loyal. The Valet who had been with him for years. Signaling that he needed a drink, Lucien set to work.

*

Proserpina

Several men had trickled in by now, and I could feel the heat of their excitement as they stared at my helpless, exposed body. Oleg had torn my dress down to my waist. Just the top of my round stomach was visible, but my large, full breasts were exposed.

*

Shame and humiliation warred in me. The smell of unwashed bodies, the smell of sweat, and men. I bit my lip and stared ahead. I would not cry, I told myself shakily. I would not cry!