Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

A man named Oleg and another man came to stand on either side of me, holding my arms as one of the men turned on a set of bright lights, training them on us. I was still held in a painful hold by Dmitri, but the pain had solidified. I knew that if I struggled, it would only increase.

A murmur went up in the room, and I felt the greedy eyes on me now.

“Look at Lucien Delano’s pregnant little wh*re, boys!’ cried the madman who was holding me, prisoner.

Oleg reached out a meaty hand and squeezed my breast painfully, and I cried out. Some of the men in the room laughed, and I could hear the murmurs.

‘Please God, let me die,’ I thought, briefly closing my eyes.

*

Then Dmitri Rudenko began to speak, and I knew it was being recorded. It was a message to taunt my husband.

“Lucien Delano, my friend! Look at what we have caught! A pretty fish, eh?”

He gave a hoarse chuckle, and Oleg reached out again to squeeze my breast, his thick fingers enjoying the pressure he was exerting as he yanked the dress down to expose my nipple. He twisted it painfully, and I screamed, unable to stop myself.

I gave a sob, turning my face away from the odious man.

“Look, look, see what we will do to her…’ he cackled again in a thick accent that was prominent now as his passions rose.

And he reached up to tear off the chain with the pendant that I never took off, the one that Lucien had put around my neck. To signify that he owned me, he had said, his grey eyes dark with passion as he placed it to nestle between my breasts.

Barely aware of the searing pain in my flesh as he tore it off my neck, I cried out,’ No, no…!’

I felt Dmitri’s arousal digging into my back now; the man was getting off on my pain.

*

I cried out, disgusted, and a strangled sob escaped my lips as he increased the pressure on my poor arm.

‘Say Hello to your husband, you wh*re!’ he sneered, bringing his mouth close to my ear.

Rage surged through me, rage at this man and the other men in the room who were laughing as the pain was inflicted on me, a half-naked, helpless pregnant woman.

“Never, you…. you bas*ard,’ I gritted through my teeth, straining my neck to move away from him.

“Aha, feisty little woman you have, eh, Lucien Delano?’ Dmitri taunted, but his voice sharpened, and I knew he was furious that I had called him a bas*ard before his men and had refused to break down.

“But she needs to be disciplined, eh?’ he went on cruelly.

“She needs many men to teach her a lesson, no?’

Saying that he yanked my arm so brutally that I screamed and almost fell to the ground.

*

Oleg reached out to support me, dragging me to a standing position; then he leisurely licked my cheek, snaking a hand up to cup my full breast as I tried to squirm away. Immediately, there was an appreciative chorus of shouts and whistles from the men on the other side of the camera, and I sobbed out loudly.

“See, my man Oleg likes your pregnant cow!’ chortled Dmitri as I tried to struggle.

“Say it,’ hissed Dmitri, and I screamed out, too overcome by pain to resist anymore, my brain too dulled with anguish.

“LUCIEN!!!’

*

Lucien

He had been awake almost all night; it had been Ria who had come awake at dawn and come to where he was, as he sat, speaking to his acquaintances from all over the world, trying to trace Dmitri. The little child had placed her small hand on his muscled arm and said softly,Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

‘Please, Pappa, come to bed.’

He had gazed at the small golden head and the grey-blue eyes that were mirrors of his own and kicked himself for ever having doubted that the twins were not his. Silently, he lifted the sleepy child in his arms and carried her over to the bed.

Wakened by the slight sounds they made, Claude sat up in his cradle, whimpering.

Turning to him solemnly, Ria said, “Pappa, he likes to sleep on Mumma’s tummy. He might like to sleep on yours.’

She eyed him doubtfully, covering a yawn, and went on disparagingly.

“But it is not soft like Mumma’s’

*

He smiled and kissed her head, amused at her observations, critical though they were.

Scooping up the toddler, he had called the nurse to change the baby’s diapers. Then he carried the little fellow to the bed and, as Ria instructed, placed him on his chest. By this time, Piers woke up, groggily to add his little bit of advice.

Claude raised his head and stared at his father in amazement, unable to believe his luck.

‘I think your curly chest hair is tickling him,’ giggled the little girl and again, he smiled inspite of himself.

Surrounded by his children, he lay awake the gentle rise and fall of his chest lulling his youngest son to sleep, his arm encircling the small warm body protectively. He felt a deep tenderness flowing through him as he savoured the feel of the little body on his chest. But he lay awake, thinking of the woman he loved. Hurting and desperate.

He had to get to her and soon.

*

Proserpina

I sank to the floor when the men left after having captured my fear and my helplessness on the camera. Dmitri Rudenko had flung me to the floor.

I bowed my head, trying not to cry, my arm hurting, my entire being aching.

A pair of boots, caked with mud, came into my line of vision. I looked up, hate in my eyes and shrank.

*

Oleg stood over me, a slight twist of his lips signifying that he had enjoyed manhandling me. Cradling my painful arm, I turned my eyes away from him, he made my skin crawl.

‘Wh*re.’ he growled, his voice thick with lust and spat at the ground near me. Without any hesitation, I gripped the ends of my dress together.

He gave a bark of laughter and moved away as his name was called by someone in the other room. Then he was gone, and I was alone once again.

I bowed my head and began to cry, giving way to the terror, the anguish in my heart.

What would happen to my children, my beloved Lucien?

Would I ever see them again?