OLIVIA.
I forced my eyes open. It was painful trying to even open them. My head was spinning, and the sharp pain I felt on my arm threw me back to the cold floor.
The room was dark. Not entirely dark, because I could see a little light from the window peering in. I forced myself to sit upright, noticing that my hands were tied to my back.
Tears began to form in my eyes, again. I remembered everything that had happened. The strong grip on me, the needle that had pierced into my skin, the gun that had been held in my face. I remembered everything.
I had only come to find Isabella. To inform her about our mother’s life hanging on a deathbed. But here I was, tied in a dark, empty room with no sight of my only sister anywhere.
I heard a gentle knock on the door and pushed myself backwards, feeling my back touch the wall. They were back. What were they going to do to me now? Was I going to get killed?
I didn’t say anything. Even went as far as controlling my heavy breath. I needed to get out of here— alive.
The door knob turned open and I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for the worst to happen. Maybe they were here to end my life. A gun to my head with the trigger pulled would send a bullet through my skull. Ending my life in the most painful yet easy way.
Who were these people? And what was Isabella doing with them? The more important question I had in mind was; What had they done to Isabella? Was she still alive?
I heard footsteps walk in, heavy yet slow. I didn’t open my eyes, not even when I could feel a presence right in front of me.
“Open your eyes, Kitty.”
It was him. The man who had ordered them to take me. I recognized his husky, authoritative voice. I gritted my teeth, my anger arising then dropping. What was he doing here? Was he the one who was going to end my life?
I slowly opened my eyes. And the first thing that hit them was the bright light from the chandelier he had turned on. I squinted for a few seconds then glanced around, noticing the room was dusty and empty. Only a wooden table stood next to the window.
“Look at me,”
He stood tall, his figure hovering over mine where I sat, my hands still tied behind my back. My lips quivered as I met his gaze, struggling to spill out the right words. I tried to find a weapon in his hands, but found none. I took a little breath of relief, but with fear still hanging.
“Please…” was the only thing I could force out. I needed to beg for my life, “Just— just let me go.”
He didn’t say anything. I watched him squat right in front of me, his gaze piercing. I noticed the first two buttons of his sleeves were unbuttoned, exposing his hairy chest and a tattoo I couldn’t see clearly. He raised his left hand, placing it on my head, his fingers running through my hair.
I held my breath. Fear was gripping me tightly. This man was touching me, and I didn’t like it. Didn’t want it.
“You’re mine, now.” A hint of possessiveness danced in his tone, making me shudder slightly. I shook my head, his hands still in my hair, trying to deny those words.
I released my breath, inhaling his scent— a mixture of cedar and sandalwood. “I… I need my sister.”
He chuckled, “I also need your sister.”
Confusion grew with me, making my forehead crease with worry. What did he mean? What did he need her for? Wasn’t Isabella with him?
He saw my confusion. The curiosity in my eyes, and he pulled back, his gaze intensifying.
“My men are on the search for your sister.”
My heart raced. His men? That sounded dangerous. Too dangerous. What had Isabella done to get chased by armed men? They had to be armed— I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me the obvious.
“What did she do?” The fear on my face found a way to creep into my voice. My wrists were starting to hurt from the tight rope, but my heart sank at the realization of the danger my sister had gotten into.
“Isabella took something that belonged to me.” I saw the flash of annoyance in his eyes, noticing the change in his tone as he returned his gaze to me, eyes narrowed, “She broke the omertà. And now, you’ll have to pay.”
My heart fell at that moment. The omertà? What was that? And why was I the one to pay for the sins of my sister?
“I—I don’t understand anything.” I cried out, struggling to break free from the tight grip of the ropes, it was hurting, “Are you going to kill me now that you can’t find my sister?”
His jaw tightened. “You’re not going to die, at least not yet.”
That didn’t give me any relief at all. It only grew my fear even more.
“My mother’s dying.” A tear escaped my eyes as the thoughts of my mother losing both daughters flashed through my mind, “I came here to find Isabella, to tell her. I need to go back to my mother. There’s no one left to care for her. She needs me.”
If I’d known this was what I’d be getting into. I’d never have left Willow creek to New Orleans.
The thought of my mother, still lying unconsciously on the hospital bed, alone and unaware of everything that was happening, broke my spirits. I might never see her again. Might never have the chance to touch her smooth skin while feeding the chickens on the farm.
He walked closer to me. I didn’t see any change in his countenance. Even though I had expected him to feel sorry for me and change his mind. I wasn’t sure if he even had a heart.
“I don’t fucking care what’s happening to your mother. Or your entire family.” His tone was fierce and scary, but eyes were scarier. I didn’t wish my enemies to cross paths with this man, not to talk about my sister. He was dangerous.
I sobbed. Knowing that was the only thing I could do. I was trapped. I had trapped myself by walking unknowingly into the lion’s den.
What happens to me now?
“You belong here now.” He said to me, as if reading my mind, “Until your sister is found, you’re never going to leave. Be prepared to please me. I own you now, and every part of you is mine.”
He was asserting his rights over me. I was being used as a pawn, a tool. And it was all because of the mistake my sister had made. My life was ruined.
I sniffled my nostrils. This man was going to have me, in every way that he wanted. It bothered me. Because all my life, I’d done nothing but keep myself for the right man. Only to end up with a heartless stranger I knew nothing about.
I heard him snap his fingers, and my heart thumped in my chest. He was alerting them… they were coming to take me away again.
“My hands are hurting.” I cried, feeling my eyes already puffy. His eyes went directly to my wrists, still held firmly in place. And for a moment, I thought I saw a flash of anger in his eyes.
A woman walked in. She was middle aged, around fifty, if I could guess correctly. She looked exactly like my mother, and I felt my heart call out to her.
“Rosalie, I’m putting her in your care.” He uttered, beckoning at her, “You know what to do. Give her a bath and get her cleaned up for tonight.”
The woman bowed slightly, acknowledging his instructions. She walked closer to me, her eyes staring lovingly at mine. I couldn’t control my tears, or the pain I felt at the whole situation.
My life was being dictated right in front of me. I no longer had control over it. What could be worse than what I was currently experiencing?
Rosalie took off the ropes that held my wrists bound. I winced out in pain. Everything was awfully painful. My heart, my life, my whole body.
This was it— the end for me.
My peaceful, old life had ended.
I was now dining with the devil, and the first thing he took in return was my happiness.
OLIVIAI’d never been as scared as I was a few moments ago.Viper… I hadn’t expected him to talk back at Axel or even try to defy his orders.And Nelly? What was she trying to do? Clinging onto Axel like that? And staring at me like she was threatened by my presence?I paced around the room, feeling my heart thump against my chest uncontrollably. He’d threatened to hurt my sister if I didn’t obey his orders. And I didn’t want that. Isabella had to stay alive for me. For us. For our dying mother.My mind drifted to Rosa.I hadn’t seen her since she left me in the morning, and I was restless. Was she okay? Had she left the mansion? Did she get in trouble because of me?“Olivia,”I heard his voice behind me, sending cold shivers down my spine. I hadn’t heard the door open, and now… he was standing right in front of me.I spun around, meeting his cold gaze. “I—I….”I had no words to say.He walked closer to me, closing the little gap between us with two heavy steps. I saw his narrowed
AXEL SALVATORE ROSSIViper?I didn't want to believe it at first, but when I heard the groan that was loud enough to filter into my room, I knew someone was standing outside my door.My eyes caught sight of him— his rough hands lingering on the silky red gown she had on, and his fingers swirling around her pointed nipples.Anger brewed within me, and I felt my face reddening immediately.What was he doing with her? And touching her so… inappropriately?And Olivia… What was she doing walking around the hallway?After I’d instructed Rosa to keep her locked up.“Olivia,” my voice was cold, and laced with anger. I watched her face go pale, fear replacing the look in her eyes. “Get back to your room. Now!”Viper glared at me, his eyes narrowing as I saw the anger that lay within them. Why was he annoyed? I was the one who was supposed to be seething with rage. He’d touched my woman.Olivia’s eyes twitched, and I saw her try to dash off— but Viper’s hands pulled her back, his words defiling
OLIVIA.Axel…He’d yelled at me to get out of his sight— after the strange woman had walked in on us.I bit down my lower lip, feeling utterly useless at that moment. And the fact that I was half naked with my gown raised above my thighs when he pushed me away violently.But why should I be surprised?He was a heartless devil.A man who’d broken my family.Torn everything in my life apart.Rosa’s hands guided me back to my room— or my cage, as that was what it felt like.Suffocating. Restricting. “Who’s she?” I couldn’t help but ask, throwing myself into the bed with my body fully stretched on the soft surface.Rosa heaved a deep sigh, and I heard her footsteps heading towards the bathroom. “She’s Nelly.”Nelly… I allowed the name to sink in.I recalled the look on Axel’s face when he saw her and how he’d sounded almost out of breath after hearing her voice.She stirred up something within him— I could tell.Had to be his lover or someone he’d longed for.Although, I doubted if h
AXEL SALVATORE ROSSII’d spent all night tending to Olivia and making sure she’d regain consciousness. I couldn’t take chances— couldn’t let anything happen to her.Viper had retreated while fuming. He felt I was losing myself for her. Felt that I was making a mistake that could not only cost me but every single one of us.But I knew why.I knew why I was doing this.I’d made a terrible mistake years ago. And now, I was desperately paying for it.I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t find a way out of the hole I’d dug unknowingly.Or maybe there was a way out— Ignore her completely.“Take care of her, Rosa,” I’d given a clear instruction, making sure she’d heard me. “I don’t want to see her wandering about by herself.”But here she was, right in front of me without Rosa, and dressed in clothing that showed her sexy figure, making me crave her pure, innocent body.How could I ignore this?And how could I stick to the idea of ignoring her?I’d walked into the kitchen after my morning session
OLIVIAI blinked my eyes, forcing them open against their will. My head felt like it was about to split into two halves, and my whole body felt numb.I'd passed out.I couldn’t remember anything, except for the irritating feeling I had after Rosa handed me a cup of disgusting liquid. Whatever that'd happened after that was history in my memory. The room was awfully bright– sunlight peering in through the windows threatened to blind me as it went straight into my eyes. And my mouth tasted bitter like I'd eaten crumbs of burnt bread, garlic, and cheese. Whatever I'd taken last night from Rosa was the cause of the unpleasant taste in my mouth.And I had no idea what it was.I forced myself up from the vast bed, trying to ignore the pain I felt in between my legs. Axel's finger had hurt me, and thinking about what had happened last night, I was glad he'd retreated. Because there was no way I would have been able to take all of him– deep inside of me.He was huge. Yes, huge.I hadn't s
AXEL SALVATORE ROSSISeeing her reluctantly give me access to her body did something to me. I felt like an asshole, trying to take advantage of a sweet, innocent child. She was 20, turning 21 in a few months, and I was turning 30 in a couple of weeks.I knew she was a virgin, and that was the part that excited me, drew me to her. But, strangely, it felt wrong. I couldn’t do this, she didn’t deserve this.I spread her legs apart, parting them open so I could slide inside of her wet, dripping hole. My index finger went in first, and I saw the way she forced her eyes shut, and then her lips started quivering.She felt tight— so fucking tight, and I felt the walls of her coochie gripping the only finger I had inside of her. She tried to hold it in, to suppress the pain she felt… until she couldn’t bear it anymore.“Ouch!’’It hurt, I knew, still, I kept thrusting. But, she was in pain. And watching her express how it affected her slowly made my urges disappear. I’d never force a woman aga