MasukI looked up as the two women entered my tiny cell. I had been kept in isolation for a full week, no contact with anyone, my meals, only bread and water, were pushed through a slot at the bottom of the door. I was so hungry my stomach growled whenever I lay down on the small bed they had left in the room. It was a hard slot bed with a thin mattress and one thin blanket, so my body ached from trying to sleep on it. The only thing that had kept me going this week was my exercise routine. It was something I had devised on that first day alone, and I knew I had to do something to keep my mind occupied and my body supple, or I would have lain on that bed and cried all the time. So I don't react when the two women bustle into my cell carrying bags and sighing,'No, no, questo non va affatto bene. Sergi, non possiamo lavorare in questa stanza. Ci serve un posto più grande.'
She's a lot stronger than I had thought.I smile as I watch the CCTV feed. I had seriously underestimated this little Russian tigress. When I had her thrown into the cell room, I thought she would cave after a couple of days of solitary confinement and only bread and water. That was a week ago, and she is still defiant, still refusing to kneel at my feet and submit totally. My eyes go dark. I will break her; she belongs to me, and she needs to understand my word is law. Turning to my personal guards, Sergi and Tonali, I say.'Dove sono le donne?' [Where are the women?]My men recently discovered a cell of drug runners trying to move in on the outskirts of my territory. This is forbidden under Mafia law, and the men were rounded up last night. We were surprised to discover two women as part of the group; this is very rare, and because they fought as hard as their men, they will face my sadistic pleasure tonight.'La punizione è pronta?' [Is the punishment ready?]'Le donne sono detenut
I know I'm pushing luck. deliberately antagonising a very powerful, sadistic man, but I can't seem to stop myself. Pushing open the double doors to the reception rooms, I stride inside, coming to a stop when I see it is full of people dressed in designer suits and cocktail dresses. I am definitely inappropriately dressed in my jeans and shirt, and I hear my guards snicker as all eyes turn to me, but I do not back down. Lifting my head, I stare at Santino defiantly, fully expecting to be sent back to the room and locked down for openly disobeying him. Instead, a slow smile spreads across his face, and he signals to his guards to bring me to him.'Signore e signori, vorrei presentarvi la mia ultima acquisizione, la Principessa Russa, Tavisha Khusnova. Una giovane donna che, evidentemente, non comprende le usanze della nostra mafia italiana. Una cosa a cui sto per porre rimedio immediatamente.' [Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to my latest acquisition, the Russian Pri
She's been gone for weeks, and I'm no nearer finding her than the day she was taken. All I know is the Italian Mafia have her, but I don't know if she is still in the States or if she has been spirited back to their homeland. Only, I do know, deep in my gut, I know. They have somehow managed to get her out of the country and take her across to Italy. 'My poor little Russian tigress is being held in a country she knows nothing about by the most ruthless men who could have taken her.'I think, gazing out of my office window at the teeming rain. It seems to have rained a lot since the Mafia stole my woman, at least it feels like that to me. My whole world is grey and dark without my feisty little wife. I miss her so much. It is like everything good in my life has gone; she was such a shining light, making my whole life brighter.'Pres?'Rory asks tentatively,'My temper is volatile these days, and the members of my MC club tend to tiptoe around me to avoid getting their heads b
I struck him again, and I bit him and scratched him as I fought to be free of him after he spanked me. Then he had the nerve to say that he, 'Wouldn't hurt me!' I wanted to rip his eyes out. I was so angry at those words because he had hurt me.'I had passed out because he spanked me so hard I could not take the pain he was inflicting. How he could say he did not want to hurt me was beyond me.'I thought, glaring back at him. I wanted to get into the bathroom and grab the gun I have hidden there, but he has me trapped on the bed. His eyes are full of a dark intent, with a hungry lust glittering there. I know he wants me, but there is a darkness in him, and it scares me. He tried to hide it, but who beats a woman unconscious with a spanking? I will not underestimate him again.
I sit silently in the limousine, taking me further and further away from her. My heart is heavy with regret. I could not protect her, I had broken my promise, and now she was all alone with a monster. Turning to stare out of the window, I see nothing of the beautiful Italian countryside. I am far too deep in my memories. Santino and I, as young boys, were playing in the sunshine, watched over by my Nonna, and we were treated like brothers by both families. It was all we knew, growing up together, privileged and spoilt little Mafia Princes; no one ever said no to us. We grew up thinking we could have whatever we wanted, and as we became adults, that included women. They were only too eager to share the beds of the heir and his second, and it was his father's mistress, Angelina, who seduced us. Santino's father, Massimo, changed his mistresses as often as some rich peop







