All Chapters of Don Maxim's Plaything: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

There was an increasing number of female kidnappings around the area where I lived; downtown Chicago. That’s why I hugged my body to myself after my bar shift at 3 am and rushed home. I held a small pocket knife tightly in my hand inside my purse. I didn’t want to take a risk. As I was walking through the dark streets, I thought I heard footsteps behind me. I looked behind but I didn’t see anything. I had seen too many thriller movies not to guess what happened after a woman heard rustling nearby. I walked quickly, looking behind to ensure no one was following me. When I looked forward again, a man was walking toward me. I stopped and contemplated running back the way I came from. Luckily for me, the man wasn’t a threat to me. He walked past me as though he hadn’t seen me.I continued on my way home. This time, my guard was lowered because I assumed I was growing paranoid. I walked safely for the next two blocks until everything changed. It all happened in an instant. One minute

I thought Carlo would sell me immediately, kill me, or ‘service me to his men’ like he promised as he beat me to a pulp. Instead, he locked me in a basement with no lights. I had to endure the cold concrete, the screams of men being tortured, and constant hunger. No matter how much I screamed and shouted, no one let me out of the cage. The bars were too strong for me to try and break. And even if I could free myself, it was too dark for me to see a thing. The fear that a snake or rat would come and bite me was constantly haunting me. But it wasn’t greater than the fear of Carlo sending his men to come and rape me.I became so anxious that I picked up the habit of scratching my left arm to the point that it became raw. I also bit my nails until there was nothing left to bite anymore. Only when I got tired of screaming for help did Carlo’s men bring me food and water. I regained strength and screamed for help and later received a beating. The cycle continued until I finally learned

The moment I saw her, I knew she was innocent—untouched. Her innocence was like a beacon calling out to me, begging me to corrupt her and break her until the only air she wanted to breathe was mine. I didn’t understand it at all. The moment I looked into her eyes, I knew she was mine. She had the palest blue eyes I had ever seen. You could get lost in them. They were laced with innocence, fear, and deep down, a fire so wild I wasn’t sure I could tame. I knew how to read people. It had been my job to learn the inner workings of the human mind to get into my target’s mind. It’s what made me a dangerous man. I worked as an assassin for my old Pakhan until I staged a coup with Mikhail and Nikita and took over as the Pakhan. A lot of men were against the sale of flesh because they had families of their own. They supported me until I took over fully and stopped it completely. I wasn’t stupid; I knew people still practiced it in secret. I was just glad it was a taboo. Viktor knew

When Mikhail said he was letting me out, I didn’t think he was going to make a maid in the mansion. I was the only maid who didn’t reside in the servant quarters.Being a maid was better than being someone’s sex slave. It’s what made me somewhat grateful that the Russian mafia took me. All those stories Alfonso told me about the Bratva were fake.He said they were cannibals and would eat me alive and spit me out in pieces if I associated with them. So far, they were way better than the Cosa Nostra which treated women like they were sex toys to be played with.“My name is Polina and Mikhail instructed me to guide you through your duties. He made it clear you are not supposed to leave the mansion. He doesn’t trust you and neither do I. I’m going to have my eyes on you.”“Sure, blame the girl who was kidnapped,” I whispered under my breath.“Did you say something?” Polina asked.I shook my head and pressed my lips shut. I should not have said that out loud. Images of Carlo and his men be

When Mikhail told me he would give me a new role, I didn’t expect it to be Maxim’s personal maid. I didn’t understand what it meant. I thought Maxim was trying to lure me into his bed and I had yet to figure out if I was right.The uniform I was given was very different from my previous one. The previous one consisted of a long blue dress with a white collar and a white apron.The new one was much shorter, sitting a few inches below my mid-thigh. It was a short-sleeved black dress with lace trimmings on the sleeves and the hem and a sweetheart neckline that accentuated my cleavage.The outfit was topped off with a short white lace apron, white stockings, and short black Mary Janes. My hair was in a low bun with a few tendrils hanging on the side of my face.My cheeks were flushed red and I couldn’t stop shaking. I was both excited and frightened at the idea of seeing Maxim again. I always cowered under his intense gaze.“I don’t know what Maxim sees in you,” Polina said in her terribl