Play Thing Of The Enemy

I stared at him. “I’d rather die.”“You won’t. Because you want answers. And I’m the only man who can give them to you.”I laughed in a mocking way.“You’re delusional.”He leaned down, his mouth next to my ear.“No, Luca. I’m patient.”“I hate you.”“I know,” he whispered. “That’s what makes it so interesting.”Then he slid off me with lethal grace and headed for the door.But just before he disappeared, he looked back, eyes burning through the dark.“Let it sink in, Luca. Your rage. Your grief. Your guilt. Sit with it. Sleep in it. Feel it. You’ll need it all.”He opened the door.“I’ll be back when you’re ready to make a deal.”The door shut with a soft click.And I was alone.I stared at the door long after it closed. Not because I feared what would happen next. But because I feared what I might become if I stayed.Morning arrived slowly, bleeding gray light through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a knife dragging through gauze.I hadn’t slept all night. How could I? I was chai

Marchello grinned. “I do alright. Made a nice deal this week. Big shipment coming in. You should see the crates.”Damian turned his head slightly. One nod. Just a single nod toward his assistant, who stood discreetly in the back.Thirty seconds later, Marchello’s phone buzzed.He pulled it out, blinked. Blinked again. Then his smile faltered.He swiped his screen. His eyes widened. “What the—”Another buzz.And then another.Marchello’s face went pale.“No… That’s impossible. You can’t—” He looked at Damian, frantic now. “You didn’t.”Damian stood, drink in hand, not spilling a drop. “Your entire shipment is being held at customs under an anonymous tip for human trafficking. You’ll be lucky if you get out of this building without losing everything.”“You son of a bitch—”“Oh,” Damian added, glancing at his phone. “Also… your offshore accounts are frozen. Wire fraud. Someone tipped the banks. I wonder who.”Marchello backed away, stammering, eyes darting around the room. He looked like

The next morning Luca woke up to the burning gaze of Damian who sat a few feet away from the bed on a chair that definitely wasn't there yesterday."Are you watching me sleep?" Luca asked, his words a gentle slur."What does it look like?" Damian replied, his voice dry as he responded.Luca didn't know how to respond, He was still a little asleep to be truthful but he forced himself off the bed and walked to the window, the sunlight bathed his face and for the first time he was able to see it, the city this building overlooked in all it's tainted beauty."Beautiful." The words escaped his mouth before he could think and he immediately regretted it."You'll get tired of it." Damian said coldly as he placed a grey suit on the bed."You're heading out?""We." He corrected as he turned his back and went back into what Luca assumed was his closet, He followed him and was immediately blown away by the size of the space, Closet wouldn't do justice to the space he found himself in as it had m

A sudden flash of blinding light followed by the immense push of the wind as the truck exploded into a sea of flames, flying into the air and throwing every single one of them hurdling backwards, Damian's men slammed into the containers behind them and where immediately knocked unconscious, Luca was thrown unto the cars windshield and Damian being the closest was not only thrown to the side but also had a sharp piece of debris puncture his stomach.“Fuck!” Damian groaned painful as he pushed himself off the floor, He looked around and saw a conscious Luca getting of the car but his two men had been knocked out cold. He turned his eyes back to the position of the truck and all that remained was burning metal and what remained of the driver.“Fuckkk!!” He cussed loudly as he held unto the piece of metal that had punctured him and with one swift motion pulled it out, He screamed, the pain sending him stumbling backwards but before he could fall to the floor Luca had appeared by his

Damian laid next to Luca, his body stiff and a gentle snore escaping his lips but Luca couldn’t be taken as easily, His eyes remained opened as he stared at a reflection of himself in the glass on the bedside table. He didn’t just feel ashamed, he felt disgusted and honestly appalled by how much he had enjoyed Damian being inside him, how much he had enjoyed being fucked by the very man held him captive. He sat up and turned to the colossal mirror that covered one side of the bedroom, the collar on his neck was a mark, a symbol, that he no longer had a will of his own that he now belonged to him, to Damian Moretti.“fuck you” Luca cussed under his breath as he walked out of the room.For the first time he looked around the halls as he walked and there was something he noticed, this may be his house but it was far from being his home, from the soulless paint that coated the walls to the undecorated rooms, it all felt like a place one bought to feel powerful, not to feel at home, As h