Chapter 5

At the mansion, I follow Alek through the halls, demanding he talk to me. "Alek, please don't force me to stay here." He only glances over at me. Annoyed, I keep talking, hoping it will get him to give me some answers. "I don't see what the problem is if the men look at me? That's what you made the deal for, right? So I can help your club make money?" 

Alek stood from the couch quickly, making me flinch. "You do not know why I made the deal."

"No, I don't. That's why I'm asking." I replied in a sarcastic tone. 

Alek came towards me, gripping my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck. His lips grazed my skin, and electricity surged through me. Something I never felt before. I closed my eyes, taking in this moment to the fullest, and for the first time, my core was wet from his touch. I felt guilty for liking it. Alek's scent engulfed my senses, encouraging my arousal further. With my eyes closed, not realizing I let my mouth part from pleasure, a moan softly escaped. 

"You like this, don't you?" Alek whispered in my ear. His cool breath echoed on my skin as minor bumps surfaced. My mouth felt dry as all my lubricant left the upper part of my body, heading south. 

Alek's hand gently trailed along my collarbone, making his way towards my breast, and instantly, my nipples were erect. Damn it, stop this now, Bristol! It's wrong. I scolded myself. 

Opening my eyes, I realized I was letting the very man who forced me to stay with him or kill my father touch me intimately. "NO!" I shoved him back away from me. 

He starred at me with a smirk. "What's the matter? You liked it a few minutes ago. I can bet you're wet for me." 

I glared daggers at him. "Just cause you are a mafia man, you think all women fall at your feet. Well, you're dead mistaken." Alek chuckled, which pissed me off more. "I am saving myself for the right one," I added, getting up to leave the room. 

"Where are you going?" He demanded. 

Glancing back at him, I threw him another glare. "To bed." 

"Have you ever considered I am the right one?" he asked. 

My eyes narrowed. "No, it hasn't crossed my mind. Good night boss." I said, leaving him to think things over for once. 

Upstairs, I ran the water for the hot tub. After it filled, I got in, pouring the bubbles, and turned on the jets, and I turned on some music from a nearby radio with the remote when the door flung open. "Oh my God, you don't know how to knock?" I blurted out after being startled.

"This is my house. I don't knock, and technically this is my room." Alek returned with his smart-ass remarks. 

"Okay, well, tell me which room will be mine, and I'll get out of yours," I said, playing with the bubbles in front of me. Coming over, Alek sat on the side of the tub. "Hey buddy, my eyes are up here," I said, pointing to my face. He smirked. "What?" I asked. 

"Oh, nothing." He said, still smiling. I wanted to knock that smile right off his face. Ugh, he irritated me. 

Narrowing my eyes, I glanced down. My thoughts swirled around in my head at how many women he's fucked in this tub. "Ew, how many times have you done nasty shit in here?" I asked, gagging at the porno show in my head. He tried to speak, but I held up my hand to silence him. "Wait, don't answer that." 

Alek chuckled, and I went straight for the towel, not caring that I stood up naked I front of him. Ive never been ashamed of my body, just never let a man touch me intimately until earlier and that really wasn't nothing, just a lapse in judgement. 

Surprise appeared on his face, and his mouth gaped open as the droplets of water glistened down my skin. I looked down at him, a smirk played at my lips, seeing that I got a tough mafia leader to look like a deer in the headlights. "What? I'm not scared for you to see me naked. I just won't let you have me." I declared, placing the towel around my body. 

Alek burst out laughing. "I never had sex with anyone in that tub, just wanted to see if you would get out." He said between laughs. 

I rolled my eyes. "Ugh you're an ass." 

"I know." and he shrugged. "Just one question?" 

I faced him, irritated. "What?" 

"Why is sex so important to you?" Alek asked. 

"You really want to know?" I replied. 

"If i didn't I wouldn't have asked." 

"Sex is the one thing that makes a couple closer and feel as if they can be one with each other, to make a baby together, using protection takes away the whole purpose of making love and right now I have not found the person I'm ready to make a baby with or give my whole body to. I want someone who can make me orgasm multiple times to where the next day I can barely walk," I stated, and Alek bit his lower lip. "What? just cause I'm eighteen doesn't mean I don't know what I want." 

Alek seems taken aback by my confession. “Damn, well you just made me hard from you talking about it.” 

“Oh wow, even the baby part?” I laughed, knowing mafia men don't want a family. 

“Why would the baby part be excluded?” he said. 

“Oh, I dont know, maybe because you run a mafia.” I answered. 

“It makes me even more horny thinking about putting a baby inside you.” He confessed, and now I am the one taken aback. 

“This conversation has clearly gone too far. Good night Alek.” He only laughs as I open the door for him to leave. “You can have your room back when you give me my own.” 

Alek’s hand caressed my cheek. “Keep the room.” He said, walking out. 

NEXT MORNING…

The sun beamed through the curtains, so I got up, heading down to the kitchen. There was talking as I approached. 

“Boss, you need to get rid of the girl. You’re getting too involved.” Damon said. 

“You call me boss for a reason.” Alek retorted. “You don't make the calls. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, boss.” 

“Get things ready for tonight,” Alek ordered. 

“Yes, sir.” Damon said, leaving the room. 

Slowly I walked in and Alek looked up from his phone. “You’re up early.”

“Yeah, I'm hungry.” I replied. 

“Want the maid to make you something?” Alek asked, taking a sip from his coffee mug. 

“No, I can make us both something.” I said, searching the fridge. 

“You cook?” He said, surprised. 

I glanced at him under my arm. “Do none of the girls you bring home know how to cook?” 

Alek looked back at his phone. “I don't bring girls home.” 

I bit my lip nervously. “Oh.” I grabbed some ingredients and looked through the cabinets for pans. “Well, it would help with your grumpiness to get laid then have a girl make you food.” I suggested with a slight giggle. 

He gave me a deadpanned look. “Don't worry, I get my fair share of booty.”

I almost spit out my water as I was taking a drink. Alek stood coming around the island and placed his chiseled chest against my back. 

“But it would be a first to fuck right here on the counter.” He whispered in my ear. I had to catch my breath and bit my lip again. Alek’s hands found the bottom of my shirt and he made his way under it, his finders grazing my skin as they traced just under my bare breast. My body ached at his touch, yearning for his hands to have all of me. 

Forcing myself to focus, I cleared my throat to help the tension between our bodies fade. “I should get dressed.” I declared, untangling myself from his amazing hands and leaving the kitchen quickly.

"Oh God, give me the strength and courage to resist this man." I said aloud in a whisper as I walked down the hall. 

As I made my way towards the room, I stopped at the sound of Damon whispering. I placed my ear closer to listen in. 

“He's distracted by the girl. It’s the perfect time to take him out and declare new leadership.” Damon said, but I couldn't hear who he was talking to, but I sprinted to my room, getting dressed and hurried back downstairs. 

Back in the kitchen, it was only Damon standing there. He eyed me. “What?” He asked roughly. 

“Where is Alek?” I questioned. 

“He left for the club.” He said, looking back at his phone. 

“Can you please take me? I want to work tonight.” I asked with pleading in my eyes. 

Damon narrowed his eyes at me wondering for a girl who was kidnapped why would i be eagar to go back to the club but he shrugged, thinking nothing of it. “Whatever. You ready?” 

“Yeah, let’s go.” I hurried to the car, which Damon thought was weird, but dismissed it. 

Once at the club, Damon ushered me inside. No one was there yet, so this was my opportunity to tell Alek about what I heard, but I stopped in my tracks thinking, what if they kill him? Would that mean my freedom? Or would Damon just kill me, too? I couldn't live with myself if they ambushed Alek, and I could have prevented it. Ugh, stupid consentience. 

So I pushed on towards the office where Alek sat at his desk, and Damon was right behind me. 

Alek starred, confused. “What are you doing here?” 

I glanced back at Damon. “We need to talk.” I said, out of breath from the flight of stairs.

Alek cocked an eyebrow. “About?” 

Damon looked around, baffled, and Alek looked at Damon. “Why did you bring her here? You know she isn’t working anymore.” 

“She insisted on working, sir.” 

Alek’s brows knitted together. 

“Alek, you can't trust Damon.” I blurted. 

Damon’s expression turned to fury fast. “What bitch?!” 

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you backstabbing moron!” I spat back. 

Alek came between us. “What the fuck is going on?” He looked between us both, but my icy glare burned into Damon. 

Alek noticed i was serious and brought his attention back to Damon. “Start talking Damon.” 

“She’s crazy. I dont know what she is talking about.” Damon answered brushing my assumptions off. 

I lost it rushing at Damon. “You measly piece of shit!” I hissed. Alek grabbed me mid attach and held me back. “You are so shady. I heard you talking to someone on the phone about Alek being distracted, and it is the perfect time to take him out. And I'm guessing so you can take his place when he’s gone.” 

Anger washed over Alek. “WHAT?!” His gaze fierce on Damon. 

“She is lying boss.” Damon stuttered, not sure how to get himself out of this one. 

“I think she is more believable than you.” Alek said, pulling out his gun, pushing me down to the ground as shots rang out. 

Alek’s body laid on mine for protection. He fired off a few more, and I covered my ears, terrified, but soon the bullets stopped. I looked around, unsure of who got hurt. 

Damon’s on the floor lifeless, but when I look at Alek, he pulls his hand away, revealing blood. “Alek?!” I turned to him, placing my hand on his wound, helping him off the floor. “We have to go to the hospital.” 

“NO!” He growled. “No hospitals. I have a doctor. Just take me there.” Alek said, wincing. 

I nodded. “Okay.” 

Helping Alek to the car, I placed his hand on the wound and he winced as I let go of him. “Keep pressure on it.” I ordered, shutting the car door then rushing for the driver's side, taking off quickly, heading to the address he gave me.