Chapter 3
I was done for the day, but with me being desperate to pay Antonio as soon as possible, I tried to see if I could still make money from tips, so I redid my makeup."You did well," Rosita said, and I smiled. She didn't need to tell me, I knew already, but I still thanked her for the compliment so I would not look at his name, Antonio, or sometimes Tony when he was being a pain in the ass. Though Rosita was the closest thing to a friend in the cellar door, her fucking Antonio was a major screw up. I couldn't help but recall the camaraderie I shared with my fellow dancers. We were a tight-knit group, supporting each other through the highs and lows of this profession. Memories of laughter, shared experiences, and the feeling of belonging warmed my heart."The boss wanted to see you," Rosita said. I laughed at the way he had summoned me after our encounter earlier tonight."Good luck," she added, which was weird since she never told me good luck if I wanted to go into Antonio's office.When we finally reached Tony's office, Rosita opened the door, introduced me, and excused us. I hated the fact she acted like Tony's secretary when I knew for a fact they were more than that, probably lovers, or she was just one of the girls he was fucking."What did you want? You were interrupting my money making," I said, going straight to the point."Why were you so forward, Luna?" he asked, and I smiled. I was trained that way, asshole.I didn't take it as much, but it became clear this wasn't an ordinary meeting when I entered Antonio's office. I was greeted by Antonio's face and the man whom I danced for earlier, the dark lord, as one of the men in the lounge called him."Sit Laura," Antonio said, and I raised my brows at him. He had never called me by my real name for fifteen years. What was so special about this brooding dark man that warranted Antonio to use my name?"Meet Matteo Russo," Antonio said to me, which was more suspicious since Antonio never introduced me to any of our clients. But somehow the name Matteo Russo sounded familiar— it was a name I heard people speak in hushed tones, a name I never placed much importance to, until that very night. The name that birthed this story—my story."Nice to meet you, Laura," he said. The way he said my name with his Italian accent made me shiver. Most of the men here were Italian, like Antonio and the other underbosses, but this man's voice was more refined, more sophisticated. The way he spoke calmly yet authoritatively gave me both chills and butterflies. It was as if I could hear a hidden British accent but dominated by his mother's tongue."Likewise," I said, my reply was short and intentional. The man's gaze scared me. It wasn't a violent look or anything, it was a look a man gives to the woman he wants to fuck. A look of hunger and lust."Your services are no longer needed at the cellar door," Antonio simply stated. Earlier today, I would have been elated by that news, but at that very moment, when it became clear that Antonio didn't want to let me go, I became worried."Are you kicking me out?" I asked, and he laughed. Both men laughed evenly. I raised an eyebrow; if it wasn't the dark lord, I would have given Antonio a piece of my mind, but something about the man's presence prevented me from acting out."I want the girl," Matteo simply stated. My eyes bulged out, and I laughed."Do you realize I'm right here?" I asked the two men who were starting a conversation concerning me, forgetting I was sitting right here."You can't have her," Antonio said. "She's here as my slave . . . worker till she pays off her father's debt." Antonio said and I let out a dry laugh. He means a debt intentionally increasing so as to make paying it off impossible."How much does she owe? I'll pay double," the dark lord said."Am I really worth three million dollars?" I asked myself, what did I have except for normal ass, boobs, and a pussy that would prompt the dark lord to pay three million dollars and more."You've been promoted," says Antonio, and that was when I started laughing hard, what did he promote me to? His pimp? The dark lord's whore? Maybe he wants me to recruit girls for him, I'd rather strip than do that."You've been requested by Mr. Russo here," he said. I looked at both of them in shock. Requested? As what?"As what?" I asked with sarcasm evident in my voice."As my sex slave," Matteo Russo said, and I choked, I didn't just choke but I laughed out my heart. This had to be a joke."You can't just request me as if I am a sex toy or something, we have girls for that, sir," I said standing up, ready to take my leave. Matteo Russo's hands gripped my waist, turning me round so we could face each other eye to eye. It was then I noticed some distinct features he had, his piercing icy blue eyes and of course his jawline, sharp enough to cut steak. And then that ever plump lips."If you leave, consider yourself dead," Matteo said. I raised my eyebrows, daring him to do it."I'll choose death a hundred times over being your sex slave," I said to him, which caused him to laugh."She's a feisty one," Matteo commented, Antonio laughed as if Matteo had said the funniest thing on earth."You have no idea," Antonio commented, the two men further continued to say somethings in Italian, I hated it when people spoke foreign languages in my presence."Three million dollars," Antonio said. "Three million dollars and ownership of the girl will be transferred to you." Finished Antonio."You can't just change ownership of a person, especially if that person is right here," I said emphasizing the second statement."I was about to make it to five million," Matteo stated. "You'll get your money immediately. I see the girl in my car.""We had a freaking deal," I screamed at Antonio. "I was going to pay you off and get my freedom." I screamed at Antonio who smiled as if he just won the lottery, of course, he did, the fucker just gained three million dollars for doing nothing."Sorry sweetheart, let's just say I got a better deal," Antonio said, his smile was larger than anything I've seen on him before. "You have five minutes to pack your bags.""You'll regret this day, Antonio, you'll regret this day," I said staring at him with hate, turning my attention to Matteo Russo, the bastard who just bought me like a piece of meat. I smiled, then frowned again. "You'll regret ever setting your eyes on me, you'll regret buying me even, I swear over my late parents' grave to make your life miserable, even if I die trying to." And with that, I walked out . . .Stepping out of Antonio's office, my heart was beating hard, thoughts raced through me, I was about to become the darklord's toy.The corridor was dark, the shadows played tricks on my senses as I paced, my mind raced. I couldn't let this happen. I had to fight for my freedom, for the life I wanted. I contemplated fleeing but that was near to impossible. As I was moving, three huge men suddenly blocked my path. I wouldn't deny that I was taken aback for a minute. Their height appeared to be the only similarity they had. The one in the middle was African American, the one at the left had a full head of blonde hair while the one at the right had dark black hair and he wore glasses, maybe trying to be James Bond, the mafia's James bond."The dark lord instructed us to escort you to your dressing room, where you are meant to pack your bags," said the Mafia James Bond, his voice deep, as expected from his height. It wouldn't make sense if a man as tall as him would sound like SpongeBob fr
As we walked into the open space of the runway, I was greeted by an impressive view of a freaking private jet.Matteo's voice broke through my thoughts, his words laced with a hint of amusement. "Impressed, aren't you?"I tore my gaze away from the grandeur of the private jet and met his gaze, my expression guarded. "Don't mistake my curiosity for approval."He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Feisty as ever."I have never seen a private jet before apart from in magazines or books, but this one looked magnificent. His guards lined up at the entrance, two on each side. We walked in between them and I felt as if I was the Queen of England.They greeted each other, then one of them opened the door revealing the rich interior of the jet. Stepping onto the jet, I was enveloped in luxury unlike anything I'd ever experienced. The rich furnishings and lavish surroundings felt like a dream, a far cry from the dimly lit stage I called my home.The dark lord's intentions rema
The dark lord's intense gaze bore into mine, sending a shiver down my spine. It wasn't a shiver of fear, it was of want, at this point I had no control of my own body, he did.The air hostess girl was still kneeling on the floor, trying to catch her breath. I gave her a look of pity, which lasted for about a millisecond. He didn't even spare the girl a glance, his eyes were focused on me.Without warning, he closed the gap between us, his lips capturing mine in a forceful kiss. The suddenness of his actions caught me off guard, and for a moment, I was paralyzed. I won't deny it felt good, I found myself caving in, I let out a soft moan, then realizing that was what he wanted, my instincts kicked in, a surge of anger coursed through me. With a burst of adrenaline, I bit down on his lower lip with all the strength I could muster. His lips parted in a mix of shock and pain, and a faint metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. His blood not my own."Ah!" he exclaimed, his grip on me tigh
When I opened my eyes, it was night. I looked around and realized I still had no idea where I was. I was lying in an enormous bed in a faintly lit room. My head hurt and I needed to puke. What the hell happened? Where was I? I felt like I weighed a ton. Even my head was too heavy to lift from the pillow. I slowly regained consciousness. The fog in my mind began to lift, and I realized I was no longer on the private jet. Instead, I found myself in a room that exuded an air of luxury and power. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—I was still trapped, still at the mercy of the man who was called 'the Dark Lord'.I managed to lift myself up to sit on the edge of the bed. For a while, I waited for my head to stop spinning. There was a night lamp by the bed that barely lit up the room. The looming darkness made the room to be overwhelmed and hugged in mystery. The place smelled like an old building—a combination of age and luxury. But then, all of a sudden, as if a magical wand w
The dark lord's chilling words hung in the air like a heavy cloud, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease crawl under my skin. His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine."Now, Laura, let's make something clear," he began, his voice low and dangerously calm. "You're under my control now. You will obey my rules, without question."I squared my shoulders, refusing to show any signs of weakness. "And if I refuse?"A slow, ominous smile crept onto his lips. "Ah, if you refuse, my dear, there will be consequences. You see, I have a rather . . . unique pet named Leo."I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued despite my apprehension. "Leo? Is that your dog or cat?"His laughter echoed through the room, sending a chill down my spine. "Oh, Laura, Leo is no ordinary pet. He's a tiger, a majestic beast that I've trained to follow my commands."My heart skipped a beat, and I felt the hair on my back stand. A tiger? This couldn't be real. It had to be some sick
My fists clenched at my sides, my nails digging into my palms as if grounding me in the reality of the situation. I was ensnared within the confines of Matteo's web.A humorless smile played at the corners of Matteo's lips. "Your resistance is admirable, but it will not change the outcome. you are mine now, and you will learn to accept that."My heart pounded in my chest, a rhythm of defiance and fear. I had come so far, fought against insurmountable odds, and yet here I was, facing a man who saw me as nothing more than a possession to be claimed."Never," I spat out the word, my voice quivering with suppressed rage. "You can try to control me, to bend me to your will, but I will never be yours."Matteo's eyes locked onto mine, a dangerous glint flickering within their depths. "Such fiery determination. it's almost admirable."I scoffed, the bitterness of the situation tainting my words. "Save your admiration. I don't need it, and I certainly don't need you."He took a step closer, hi
With a heavy sigh, I finally unlocked the bathroom door, the weight of the hours spent in solitude lingered on my shoulders. As the door creaked open, I met the predatory gaze of Matteo, his icy blue eyes looked stormy, and I could tell he was fed up with me. I collapsed on my knees, it was a statement that I had no way of getting out of here.Squatting in front of me, he stroked his huge fingers softly across my face, cleaning my tear stained cheeks, his touch was simple yet it made me shiver a little. He crouched, taking my hand in his, slowly he stood up bringing me up with him. Cooing at me, he enveloped me in a hug. His gentleness and multi personality confused me. I allowed myself to be fully consumed by the hug and for some strange reason, hearing his faint almost absent heartbeat brought a weird sense of comfort."I get it now, you bought me." Those words choked me, I was a woman of pride and saying those words took a lot from me.I looked up at him, pleading through my eyes.
He moaned, and before I could react, his tongue was already in my mouth, pushing itself frantically, deep, in a desperate search for my own. His grip on my hands slackened and I could free my right arm. Engrossed by the kiss, he didn’t notice when I removed my hands, getting ready to stand up.“You promised not to do anything without my consent, and dark lord, you certainly don't have my consent?” I said. “Mentally at least!”Matteo froze, and when he turned his head back to me, his eyes were calm and expressionless. "You used my words against me, smart girl." He withdrew, sitting on the edge of the bed.For a while he just stared at me, and then suddenly he burst out in loud, clear, and completely sincere laughter. At that moment, he looked like a young boy. For all I knew he might have been one—I had no idea as to his real age, but in that instant, he looked like he had emotions.“I picked the right one," he said. “Someone to push me off the edge.”“How many girls have you bought?”