Ezra

Veronica POV

The car comes to a stop in front of a mansion. I rise up to look at my surroundings. I am not familiar with this place or any of the people. A tall man waves my driver into the garage. I am frightened as he pulls into the garage. 

My driver gets out of the car. He stops in front of my door, looks down at me, mouths I am sorry, and then walks away. The look on his face was terrifying. I swallow just as I hear talking and footsteps coming my way. 

I look up to see a man in a black suit standing outside my door. He opens the door, never taking his eyes off of me.  "Step out of the car slowly. You will walk with me into the house. If you try to run, one of my men will shoot you in the head," the man says. 

I nod and begin to get out of the car. The man grabs me by the neck. "I said do you understand, little girl!" He says as he leans into me. His breath is on my ear. I can smell him and feel his anger. 

"Yes, I understand," I say. 

He lets me go, and I step out of the car. I wait for him to lead the way. I do not want to anger this man. Oh, Daddy, what have you done? Who did you screw over this time?

I step out of the garage door, not falling behind my capture. He leads the way through the door and down a pathway. I feel sick as I step into the side door of the massive mansion. I hope I am able to leave, but something inside me tells me that I will never leave this place.

My capture holds my upper arm and leads me to a small room. He pushes me inside. "Sit down and wait," he says. 

He is waiting for a response from me. I sit down and look at him. I begin to cry. I try to hold the tears back, but they will not stop coming. "I understand," I say. 

The man moves closer to me. He swipes his fingers roughly across my face. "No time for crying. That comes later," the man says.  His voice is rough. He is not the boss. He must be important but he is not the man I am here to see. 

"Yes, sir," I say. I wipe the tears from my face and try to collect myself. 

I sit, and I wait for what seems like forever. It gives me time to think about my life, my daddy, and what these people plan to do to me. Are they going to kill me? Torture me? Worse? What could be worse?

The door swings open, and tall, handsome man in a black suit comes into the room, another man follows him in a black suit also. Both men have long black hair and look well put together, unlike the man who brought me into the room or my driver. 

"Veronica, we have business to discuss. I am Ezra Waylen, and this is my right hand man, Roman. You will only speak to us and only deal with us. Do you know why you are here?" Ezra asks as he takes a seat. Roman moves closer to me and stands behind me. It makes me uncomfortable, but what can I do?

"I don't understand why I am here," I say meekly. I am not lying. I don't know why I am here or what is going on. 

Erza looks at Roman; he steps away from me and leans against the wall. Ezra then turns his attention to me. "Your father took a lot of money from me, and now he is in jail. Your father is going to prison for a very long time because of his bad deal with that shady lawyer. Now my money is gone. I am sure Mr. David has it, but I will never see it," Ezra says, his words are stern and harsh. 

"I only have a small amount of money. I cannot pay you. I am sure I will lose everything once my father goes to prison," I say. I hope my delicate position will weigh on Ezra. I do not want to die, and there is no way I can pay him except with my life. 

Ezra stares at me blankly for a moment. "Veronica, you can and will pay me, one way or another. I think we can benefit from each other," Ezra says. 

My skin begins to crawl. He wants me to sleep with him to pay my father's debt. "You want sex?" I question him directly. I feel it is best to get this over with quickly and be transparent. I am no one's whore. 

"Not exactly, but yes, that and more. See, Veronica, I can turn you loose right now, but do you know what will happen to you? First, David, that slimeball lawyer, will come for you, and he is in on everything. He is already freezing your accounts and seizing your possessions. Do you follow me?" Ezra asks me. 

I nod my head that I understand. Ezra gets up and moves closer to me. He sits next to me and places his hand on my knee. "Then that slimeball lawyer will probably implicate you in all of your father's dealings. He will take everything from you. You will have nowhere to live and no money. It is possible you will go to prison. Do you know what would happen to a pretty girl like you in prison?" Ezra asks me. His hand slowly going up my leg, smiling. 

I look at Ezra, trying not to show my fear or cry. "You want to help me, or do you want to punish me?" I ask him.

Ezra's hand slides all the way up my leg until he almost touches my sweet spot. He leans over and kisses my ear. "I will make sure you keep your home and your money. I will protect you, but you must surrender to me," Ezra whispers in my ear. 

"You want me in exchange for what my father owes you?" I ask him softly. 

Ezra is in my face, our lips almost touching. His breathing is labored. He is enjoying this. "Yes. Say you will be mine, and I will protect you while your father is in prison," Ezra says. 

"And when my father gets out of prison?" I ask. 

Ezra's hand reaches its destination. He grabs me between the legs hard. "I will let you go back home to daddy unless you decide you like being mine," Ezra says. He leans in and kisses me roughly. 

What choice do I have? "I will be yours," I answer him. 

Ezra smiles at me. He got what he wanted. "Good, I didn't want to be forced to kill you," he says. 

I swallow hard, knowing my fate is either the mob boss sex slave or death. What a choice!

Ezra gets up and goes back to his desk. "Take her to her room. Get her ready," Ezra says.

Roman grabs my upper arm and pulls me out of the chair. "Come with me," Roman says.