Grace's pov
I still can't forget the night, when my doom knocked on our door.
I was happy that day because I finally completed my studies in accountancy and I was very excited to enter in corporate world. I wanted to learn and explore the opportunities.
I went home to tell this to my father. I had no idea if he was going to be happy or not. After my mother's death he has became a lost man. It's been 5 years and he is still in Grief. I always tried to understand him and tried to give him emotional support but it didn't work. Still I can't abandon him because he adopted me when I needed family. Yes, i am adopted. How can I leave him when he is the one who has given me this life. I can't be ungrateful to him. He is my father and I love him.
We shifted to Italy so it can help him to heal from his grief, I could see his health going downward day by day. Managing in new country wasn't easy but I did it for him. He has cousins in Italy and they helped us to settle down. Only if I have known, i wouldn't have looked at Italy let alone settle here.
When I reached home I saw him sitting on the sofa with serious expressions. He looked scared, he was sweating and trembling.
"Dad what happened?"
I asked. My happiness was long forgotten when I saw his state.
"Grace, you need to leave..."
He suddenly said.
"Leave this house... Go somewhere, anywhere!.... and don't come back..."
My heart broke listening his words, i thought he is abandoning me.
"Dad, Don't you love me anymore?"
I asked in broken voice.
He looked at me sadly.
"No dear... I love you, I love you more than myself but right now I am in a big problem. I can't put you in a danger... Leave Grace."
I should have listen to him but i didn't and it was biggest mistake of my life.
"No dad, i won't leave you... How can I run when you are in problem... You look so scared, what's going on dad?"
I tried to ask but suddenly door of our house got slammed open.
Dad stepped back scared as few men barged in. They were looking like goons.
"Rafael, he is here"
One man yelled and another man entered the house like he owns it.
Rafael was a tall but quite lean bodied man, he had long black hair upto his shoulders. He was quite good looking among all his men.
"You shouldn't have run, Stuart. You fucked up really bad..."
Rafael mocked.
"Rafael, i just need few more days... I'll pay you back..."
Dad pleaded and I was looking at them confused.
"Sorry man... Chief has ordered us to take care of you, now no one can save you."
Rafael said.
"I have to kill you"
"Excuse me"
I gasped at his words.
"Who are you and why are you threatening my father like this?"
I asked confused.
Rafael looked at me like he just noticed me and raised his thick black eyebrows. His eyes lingered on me before he spoke.
"Darling, your father has borrowed money from me and he is not ready to pay back... And that's why I am here to kill him."
He said like he is telling me about weather.
"Can we please talk rationally about it... Please."
I requested. He seemed dangerous so I decided to handle with care but in reality i was digging my own grave.
Rafael Groaned annoyingly.
"Sit"
He ordered making me look at him hesitantly.
"Don't be shy, sit down. It's your own house..."
He mocked and his men laughed at me.
I sat down beside my father who was looking terrified.
"How much money he has taken from you... I can pay you back"
I said and another wave of laughter spread in the house.
Rafael himself chuckled.
"Babygirl, even if you sell your beautiful body, you can't pay this loan..."
He stated.
"Your father has fucked up very badly... he has taken money with 10% interest and now he has to give me one million..."
My mouth literally dropped on the floor when I heard his words.
"One million"
I said in disbelief.
"Dad why you need so much money? What did you do with that?"
I asked in disbelief but I got just guilty look.
"He did gambling and drugs... Looks like you doesn't know that your father is wasted. He is a drug addict."
Rafael said.
"Dad why?"
I looked at him heartbroken. I couldn't understand what made him take those extreme decisions.
"I am sorry"
He mumbled. I wanted to scream at him but that wasn't the right time. I had to do something to save both of us.
"Please sir, give me some time. I'll definitely pay you back"
I had no idea how I was going to do that but still I promised.
Rafael didn't believe me.
"You can't"
He stated firmly.
"Anyway you won't get anything after killing us. Then why not give us a chance... I have recently completed my studies, i will soon join the job. Please give me some time."
I pleaded.
Rafael sighed.
"Why don't you understand girl, with 10% interest you can't pay it like this... It will keep increasing... And I am not the boss, i am just following his orders... Trust me if boss was here, you two would have been dead by now."
He Scolded.
"Sir please, i know my father has made mistake but he is not well... Please give me one chance..."
I wasn't ready to loose hope.
Rafael rubbed his forehead and looked at his man. One man came forward and whispered something in his ear.
"You are accountant?!"
He asked and i nodded.
"Fine, let's see if we can do something..."
He said and handed me one card.
"Come to this address and meet Mr. Gomez... If you are lucky enough then you might survive, if not then I have to come back."
"Thank you so much"
I smiled at him and he looked at me weirdly. Visible blush spread on his cheeks as he looked away.
"You don't deserve her, Stuart... You destroyed her life."
Rafael looked at dad hatefully and left our house.
After that I tried to talk to my father and he apologized for his behavior. I couldn't do anything. I somehow managed to save both of us for that moment but couldn't promise future.
After that day I stepped in dirt which stained my whole life. No matter what I can't wash it off.
I snapped out of my thoughts as cab halted in front of my house. I stepped out and rushed towards the washroom.
Turning on the shower i started cleaning my body furiously till it turns red. No matter how much I try, i can't get rid of his touches.
Throwing soap on the floor i screamed to let go my frustration. I broke down on the floor. I feel like a whore, who sleeps with stranger for money. I feel dirty when he touches me with no love. I am just an object which satisfy his needs, which he can use whenever and however he wants.
I don't want this but still I am guilty of enjoying his touch. This is wrong. What makes me more guilty is i enjoy his touch, even when I know that it's bad. It's eating me from inside.
This might have been easier if I wasn't getting physical satisfaction.
I never thought life would make me face these kind of things. I just wanted normal life.
I just hope it ends soon or am I dreaming about impossible thing.
Grace's pov After taking shower i finally came out of the washroom. My eyes are burning after crying, i am used to it by now. I wore dress and got ready for the work. No matter how much I hate it, i can't stop working for him otherwise he will destroy us within seconds. My heart burns whenever I thought about my situation. It feels like I am drowning in a bog, i am trying to hold on something to survive, trying to breath but everything is slipping from my hands like wet mud. It's suffocating. Wiping my tears I did my hair and tried to hide his marks. My neck is full of hickeys. I wore my old blue dress which is decent enough for office. I am getting short of clothes but shopping is the last thing which I should do right now. I can't do it when I have mountain of debt on my head. Sighing I walked downstairs, we have small two story house which is actually not in very good condition. I don't have money to renovate it. I feel very bad when I see crispy walls and broken furniture.
Grace's pov I still remember how Mr. Gomez offered me this work and till now I am thinking if I have made the right decision or not by listening to him. Rafael gave me that card and said. "Get this job at any cost... Otherwise You can't pay this loan... Don't make me come back here Grace. It's my job, i have to kill both of you. If I won't kill you then he will kill me." He sounded worried for me. "Thanks for giving me this chance Rafael... I will definitely pay back for it..." I was genuinely grateful to him. He was respectful towards me and decided to help me. To be honest when I saw him I didn't expect this from him. His personality is too badass to presume it. "You don't deserve this... All the best" He smiled at me and left our house with his men. I took the card and went to the address. It was his office. After waiting for almost 2 hours I finally got the chance to meet Mr. Gomez. With hesitation i entered his office. Gomez is in his late 50s with grey hair and ave
Grace's pov Mr. Gomez left the office and I resumed my work. I wasn't fan of silence but now I am in love with it. He never talks to me. Sometimes it's feel like i don't even exist for him, he only comes to me when he wants sex. I haven't seen him talking to people casually so I don't think it's just me with whom he doesn't converse. But may be that's what my place in his life, I am just a thing which he wants to satisfy himself. I have no value in his eyes. I am not the first one for him and definitely not the last. I am just waiting for these fifteen days to end and then I'll be free. I tried to focus on my work, it's so difficult when he is sitting across me. He doesn't say anything but it feels like he is watching me everytime. I have never looked up at him when we are in cabin, i try to ignore his presence and focus on my work. I hardly look at his face, he terrifies me. His eyes are enough to kill anyone. I never thought that someone can make me shiver with just one angry loo
Grace's pov Small scream escaped from my mouth when he grabbed my arm and roughly pushed me on the bed. I quickly composed myself trying to hide my embarrassment. Getting pushed on strangers bed half naked wasn't appealing. My eyes filled with tears but I was trying to stay strong. Before I could compose myself he disappeared behind the door which I assumed to be washroom. I was sitting on the bed naked just with thong on. My throat was getting tight while trying to control my tears. I gathered the bedsheet around me and placed on my chest to hide my nakedness, Door was still open and wasn't ready to make show for someone else. I glanced at the open door, freedom was few steps away. I could have run away from everything but then what? Results would have bring disaster in my life. My father would have been dead, may be they would have kill me too. Now when I look at his accounts, I realise that I made the right decision. This man can do anything with this much money and there w
Author's POV "Are you comfortable?" Rafael asked me and I nodded my head with small smile. I was sitting in his car with him and two more men which were in my house when I first met Rafael. I don't know their name but they both look quite close to Rafael. Rafael always try to make conversations with me but I don't initiate much. I know he has helped me but at the end he is criminal and i don't want to get close to anyone from mafia. I don't know what kind of thoughts he has for me, he knows that I am sleeping with Dominick Moretti for money. I don't think he has very good judgements about me and it makes me uncomfortable around him. I was in the office doing my work but then Gomez told me that I have to check some other financial transactions. He told me to go with Rafael so here I am. At least I am out of his site. Rafael parked the car in huge parking lot and all of us got out. Just by seeing the parking lot i got the feeling that it's a very expensive place. "Come Grac
Grace's pov I Groaned and tried to pull bedsheets closer as I felt cold but I couldn't pull bedsheet, it was stuck in something. I annoyingly opened my eyes and then I realised I am not in my room. It was early morning and window was open. Where am I? I blinked my heavy eyes trying to clear my vision. I held on the bedsheet and looked at myself. My stomach churned when I found myself naked under bedsheets. Oh my god! What has happened? I gasped when large hand grabbed me by arm, I quickly turned around to push whoever it is. I was about to push but he quickly grabbed my hands and pressed me down on the bed. "Chief?!" I mumbled in confusion. I visibly relaxed, at least I am not with someone else. It explains why I am naked. He has done more than just taking my clothes off. This shouldn't be big thing. This is his room but this time I am on other side of the bed so I couldn't recognise it. I wasn't allowed to come in his room but after few days he started calling me in
Grace's pov I waited but he didn't answer. Why he can't talk like a normal person. I know I am no one to him but at least he can answer my genuine questions. Not like i am dying to have chitchat with him. I don't want to talk to him either but the less he can do is answer my questions. I need my clothes, how am I supposed to go home without it. He never talks to me, i don't know what's his problem. If he wants me to do anything then he tells Gomez and then Gomez instructs me about it. Can't he just talk to me directly. Not like he is shy or anything, he threatens me like he will kill me next second. He talks to Gomez for hours, i have seen him talking on calls in Italian. May be he doesn't consider me important enough to waste his energy on me. He doesn't want to deal with me. Of course he thinks of me as a low life. What i can except other than this. I am his whore, nothing else. Why would he give me importance by giving his attention to me. Once Rafael said that I sho
Grace's pov I whimpered when he harshly grabbed my chin and turned my lips into pout. His eyes lingered on my pouted lips as he stroked it with his thumb. My heart started racing when he leaned down. Oh god! Please No... Please not lips. He paused like he is thinking something, his eyes held mistery. Suddenly he let me go and stepped back. He mumbled something in Italian and stormed out of the washroom. I sighed in relief when he closed the door with loud this. What's his problem, i know I am no one to him but least he can do is treat me with respect. Or May be i am expecting too much from him, i should be thankful that I am still alive. Whatever, I am not hungry for his respect. anyway, 14 days and it will be over. I quickly wore my clothes and head downstairs to meet Martha. She was in the kitchen, instructing something to other maids. I smiled when she looked at me. "Good morning" "Good morning Grace..." She smiled sweetly. "Why your hair are still wet, you w