Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

“You have been sold.’ said the woman, her eyes travelling over me maliciously. “so your new Master had instructed us to provide you with food.’

And then, slyly, her eyes glittering,

‘A slave who is half dead with hunger is not really able to carry out the Master’s commands.’

She went on, revelling in my dismay and grief,

‘A sex slave has to be able to keep up with the Master’s appetite. And of those he wishes her to service, of course.’

My face grew hot and then cold. The glass of juice I had been holding fell to the ground and I was barely aware of the other woman who had been silent all the while, argue with the one who had been taunting me.

I sat, trembling.

What was to become of me?

The shock of hearing the words was like having someone douse me with ice-cold water The words hung in the air as I stared at her.

SOLD???

I stood up frantically, swaying on my shaky legs.

‘No, I whispered, “No, NO.’

And then I doubled up as a spasm of pain hit me. Clutching my stomach, I screamed as the water broke and gushed down my legs. I reached out frantically and grabbed a bedpost.

I looked at the women who were staring at me open-mouthed, uncertain how to deal with me

“I am…” I gasped and bit down on my lip as another painful spasm tore through me.

“My children…” I was barely able to say it before I sank to the floor, driven to the edge with the pain and the trauma I had just undergone.

There was the sound of raised voices, angry. They came from a great distance away.

One of them was familiar; it had to be Xenia,

“Damn f*cking bit*h had to give birth to her bas*ards here? NOW?’ her voice rose.

Someone else, ‘Call the doctor…’

And then another voice, a man, anxiously,

“He has already paid for her and her brats. Take care of them or …’ I thrashed, trying to shut out the words.

“Lucien, I moaned, ‘Lucien…’

Someone was wiping the sweat from my brow, another person had placed her hands on my body.

I screamed as it felt as though my body being torn apart.

I panted, willing the pain to go away. When I had been giving birth to the twins, I had been surrounded by love, the gentle warmth of the nuns in Bhutan, and the feeling that I was safe. Claude’s birth had also been in a happier time with Lucien hovering about, grey faced and anxious.

But it was so different now.

After days of captivity and the humiliation, the horror I had just endured, I no longer had the strength to fight.

My body wanted to give up and fade away into a space of peace and painlessness.

‘Where’s the f*cking doctor?’ screamed Xenia and I heard the answer through a maze of pain.

‘He’s not here …

***

Catalina

She was unpleasantly interrupted when she was in the middle of an orgy, surrounded by her young lovers.

Unceremoniously picked up by the woman with the white-blonde hair and sharp eyes, she was hauled off, kicking and screaming, to the mansion of Lucien Delano.

With just a robe to hide her nakedness, she was hauled before Lucien himself.

“Here’s the trash, Boss.’ Announced Danielle, her eyes bloodshot.

Neither she nor her lover, Grace, had been able to sleep since Proserpina had been abducted.

Grace had been very close to Proserpina. She would sit crying, sobbing, thinking of Proserpina and her unborn children.

Danielle, who was a person who believed in action, had been gung ho when Lucien had called her and snapped,

“Fetch Catalina for me.’ he had announced brusquely.

***

She had zipped off in her car, followed by Beston’s men and had broken into Catalina’s apartment in the middle of the night with relish.

Now she shoved the woman with the thick lips and the bloated breasts, before Lucien.

Catalina landed in a heap on the floor, shrieking and protesting.

Lucien stepped forward, nerves frayed.

“Shut the f*ck up!’ he roared.

Schwartz came up behind him.

“Boss, ‘ he said warningly.

Aiyana watched in silence.

Danielle, who was on an adrenaline high, said.

“Shall I give her a couple of slaps, Boss?’

Catalina screamed and was promptly silenced with a resounding slap from Lucien.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

She fell down in shock, her mouth bleeding. This was a side to Lucien Delano that she had never had had cause to see. She knew he could be violent but as her lover of yore, he had only used her roughly in bed and had never raised a hand on her in deliberate violence.

This was not a movie set, she realised in horror. This was real. And Lucien was like a mad man.

He strode forward and wrapped his hick hands around her throat, hauling her to her feet.

“The f*ck you scream, you will be dead meat. ” he growled. And then, gritting, he spat out,

‘Where is My Woman?’

Choking, scrabbling wildly to free herself, her robe gaping open, Catalina looked pathetic .

Schwartz stepped to him again.

“Mate, you’ll kill her,’ he said, reaching out to try and make Lucien release the woman who was turning blue from breathlessness.

“We need information,’ he went on urgently and turned to look at Danielle to support him. Catalina was turning a shade of unhealthy grey. If Lucien continued, she would be dead in a few minutes.

Danielle had come up behind him.

“You’ll not get it from a dead wh*re, not yet.’ She added sourly.’ Let her go, Boss. We got other ways.’ And her eyes glinted in anticipation.

Lucien let her go, breathing heavily. Shirtless, his three-day beard speckled with white, he looked crazed and Catalina felt fear surging through her as she slumped to the ground in a heap.

At any other time, she would have been turned on at the sight of the muscular man before her, his muscles bulging, his body gleaming with a sheen of sweat, the violence in him.

Now she was frightfully aware that she was going to lose control over her bladder.

“I…I .. don’t know’ she whined and got no further. Lucien was on her, his hand in her hair, shaking her head like a cat does a hapless mouse.

She screamed in agony.

Beston moved closer.

Aiyana came forward at the same time.

“Catalina,’ she said in measured tones, ‘If you do not cooperate, it is going to be messy for you. You might lose a finger or a hand…Or a ear, maybe?’

The appeal to the woman’s vanity worked.

The woman, who was sprawled on the floor, stared at Aiyana’s granite face, terrified.

‘NOOO!’ she sobbed, blubbering,

“What do you want? I don’t know…’ Danielle kicked her viciously in the ribs and she screamed again.

Going down on her haunches, Danielle said softly,

“I don’t think that was the right answer, bae. This ain’t one of your playtime porn movies, we play real here.’

The woman moaned in pain: she looked into the glassy, uncaring eyes and knew that the woman was not lying. Pulling the robe around her large body, she said in a quavering voice,

“What do you want to know?’

Lucien stepped forward, fists clenched, to prevent himself from grabbing her throat and squeezing the life out of her.