DANTE'S PET

CAMILLALife was full of betrayal and I was getting to know this. My name is Camilla De Luca from the famous De Luca family. My family is one of the ruling mafia families in the city.I smiled bitterly to myself, maybe I should use the past tense. My family was one of the popular mafia families until a brutal take over by my father's best friend, Sebastiano Caruso.My father had trusted him fully and he hadn't seen the betrayal coming. Sebastiano had bribed all of my father's men and bought them over to his side.He had then proceeded to kill my father in front of his family. My mother had committed suicide that same night by overdosing on her painkillers.A part of me hated her for been so selfish and leaving us but another part of me understood why she had done it. My mother loved my father very much, he had been her first love and she simply couldn't fathom a life without him.My brother Luciano and I were the only ones left in the De Luca family. Right now, I didn't even know where

CAMILLAAn hundred and fifty million dollars? It made me dizzy to know that someone had paid such an amount for me.When I had known I would be auctioned, I had hoped an old lonely mafia head would buy me. All I would do was wait for him to die or to get tired of me and then make my escape. To my dismay, I had been bought by Dante Russo. He was the head of the famous Russo mafia family.Compared to him, my family were like little ants. Why would he spend such a huge amount to buy me when he could have any girl he wanted.It irked me greatly to know that my uncle would partake of that money. I clenched my fists tightly as I sat in the dark van that was transporting me to his home.He was my master now and it would be in my best interest to play the role of a docile slave.Being docile wasn't one of my finest qualities. But, to stay alive I would do anything.The van stopped and I was taken out of the van. The sack cloth was still on my head and I had no idea where I was.I felt myself b

CAMILLAI looked at Dante where he sat working across me at the corner of the bed. For the past few days, he had spent a lot of time with me. Silently working as he was doing now or walking with me round his compound.I looked forward to our walks the most. Being confined to one room was claustrophobic. I was glad for the opportunity I had to leave the room.One thing I had learned about Dante was that he was highly intelligent. He was also very playful, he was able to match my banters, word for word, insult for insult. I hadn't meant anyone who could do that in my life.Underneath his playful exterior was a dark menacing individual who even I was scared of. I didn't plan to bring out that side of him ever.I kept wondering why he had bought me though, he could have any woman he wanted so why me. Men especially men in the mafia world bought women for one purpose and one purpose only. To fuck them and break them into submissive little robots.Dante hadn't even touched me sexually in an

CAMILLAI had lost count of the number of days, I had been locked up in here.I was beginning to wish Dante had ordered his men to kill me. Death would have been better than this.I was given just a glass of water and a loaf of bread daily. There was no toilet in here, I had to pee and defecate in a corner of the room. I had quickly gotten used to the smell.I hadn't had a shower in days.The worst part of being here was the silence and loneliness. The room was soundproof, I couldn't even hear the noise from outside.My food was slid inside by a hole in the door.I was alone with my thoughts and I hated it. I had a lot of nightmares at night now, I kept seeing my parents dying. I dreamt that Luciano had been killed by Sebastiano. I had woken up screaming when I had that nightmare.I made a mental note to myself that if I survived this, I wouldn't piss off Dante ever again. I knew my place now, I had no right in his home. I was just his plaything. If I got out of here, I would remain q

CAMILLAI hadn't seen Dante for some days now and I couldn't be happier about it.My heart burned with fierce hatred for him. Previously, I had thought he was a good person that I could trust, now I realized that he was just like any other mafia leader, ruthless and wicked. I spent all my time with Maria who had already warmed up to me. Right now, we were playing a game of chess. I was beating her and she wasn't too happy about it. "ughhh" she yelled in frustration as I beat her again. "Come on, you almost beat me this time" I told her."How are you so good at this game?" she asked me. I went sober as I reminisced on past events. "My father thought me, he was very good at it" Maria reached out and held my hands. "It will get better with time, I promise" I smiled at her in response. A knock sounded on the door. I and Maria looked at the door. "Who could that be?" I asked. "I will go check the door" she replied. She stood up and walked to the door to open it. She opened the