Contracted to the Mafia Boss Leonardo De Luca

Death. It clung to me like a second skin. Or maybe I was being dramatic, but one thing was certain: if I stayed in this basement another day or night, I was going to die. This was not how I wanted my life to end. I still had dreams I wanted to accomplish. I had so much that I wanted to do, and dying here in this room that smelled like piss and was home to rodents was not part of my plan. I wanted to go back to how things were before. I had not been rich by any standards, but I had been free and content making ends meet. I had an apartment, well, a shared apartment in an affluent neighbourhood. A business that paid the bills. I had thought that with time, as things got better for my family, I could go back to school and study to be something, but all of that had gone to shit the minute my dad called me at three am. One thing anyone must understand about my dad is this; my dad is not a weak man by any definition. He has always been the hero in my life since I was a little girl. Unti

Leonardo I watched as Olivia signed the contract with trembling fingers and enjoyed every moment of it. She was now mine, and hopefully, with time, she would be just as excited about this arrangement as I was. “Good job,” I said as soon as she handed me the contract with a sour expression. “Now, the terms are very simple.” I put the contract away, sat back again on my chair, and leaned back. "You are my pet. Which means you do as you are told and when you are told.” She looked at me in surprise. “So you expect me to be on a leash like a bloody dog?” Her nostrils flared. “Tempting but no. You will dress up accompany me to dinner parties, charm my associates, and be available when I need you.” “And what do I get in return for all of this?” “You get to keep your old man alive and debt-free once the term period expires, and you get to be under my protection.” I said, intentionally keeping my voice low, my eyes never leaving her lips. I could tell from her body that she di

Olivia The day went by so slowly after my time with Anna outside. I went inside and stayed in my room for the rest of the day. I was looking forward to seeing the package that Leonardo had mentioned earlier. I hoped he didn't mean what I thought he meant. Gosh, I was so screwed. The longer I thought about it. The more real it got. Around seven thirty there was still no package, I left the room to go take a shower. After I took a shower, I opened the door to my bedroom to find two black boxes wrapped in black ribbon on top of the bed. Oh, so this was how he was going to play it. Sneak in while I took a shower. I opened the smallest box on top first. It was light, as though it might contain very little or nothing significant. But that was as far from the truth as it got, inside was a wristwatch, and not just any watch. It was the wristwatch we had looked at earlier. The exact same one Anna had shown me earlier. I threw the box back into the bed. That was the reason for all the m

Olivia "Follow my lead. " Anna winked at me as I followed her to the entrance and I gasped out loud when I peeked inside the hall. She pulled me to the side, pretended to smooth out my hair "Take it all in and get used to it." She said while keeping her eyes on my head. I took a deep breathe and nodded, butterflies soaring inside my stomach. This was the most exclusive event I had ever set foot in. How did anyone in their right mind get used to something like this? We entered the function hand in hand and everytime I thought of squirming, I gave her hand a squeeze. If it hadn't been for her, I would have stood out like a sore thumb. We took drinks from a passing tray and looked around. Us looking around was more for my benefit than hers, as she seemed to know everyone present. "There he is." She pointed at Leonardo in a distance and I wanted to roll my eyes. No wanting my mood to get spoiled I looked elsewhere. "I'd rather we didn't." I said looking everywhere but at

LeoI took long strides as I entered the warehouse. My shoes made an irritating sound against the concrete floor. The closer I got to where I knew Stan was keeping our guest, the air smelled of sweat and fresh blood.As I approached the door, I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt. The difference between the event I was at and the hell-hole I was about to enter, the irony of it all, did not escape me. Stan immediately came over when he heard me. “Hows our guest, the usual, I hope.” I asked him. “I’m sorry boss, this one doesn't have any of the marking on Diablos’ man, and he won’t say who sent him.” "Ok. interesting." They all kept their mouths shut at first, in the name of honor. But they always talked in the end, always.If he was not ready to play along, we just needed to wait it out.The smell of blood filled my nostrils as I entered the lit room where our guest was.“My men say you refuse to talk.” I said, no time for pleasantries.“Who the fuck are you?” the man shouted from