Claimed by the ruthless Mafia king のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

[Zack] The fragile little thing pinned beneath me whimpered almost pitifully. Almost. The sound was thin and wet against the leather sofa in my office. I had her exactly where and how I wanted. Her wrists were crushed in one of my hands above her head, her red skirt shoved up around her waist like a cheap flag of surrender. Her blouse was already in tatters, buttons scattered across the floor, pale breasts heaving with every terrified breath. Smooth skin, probably untouched skin…until now. I hooked two fingers into the waistband of her white panties and ripped them away in one quick motion. The fabric tore with a sharp, satisfying sound that echoed in the quiet room. She started crying immediately. Soft, choking sobs that she tried to swallow down. Smart. She knew begging would only make me hurt her worse. But the tears kept coming anyway, loud enough to feed the part of me that needed to hear them, but quiet enough not to piss me off. I forced her legs wider with my knees,

[Emma] The sound of my father's footsteps downstairs was wrong. Too slow, too uneven. Like each step cost him something he couldn’t afford to lose. It was past midnight. Even though he’d told me not to wait up, I waited anyway. Curled on the sofa with the lamp turned low, pretending to read the same page over and over while my ears strained for the gate, for his key, for anything that would announce his arrival, that would tell me that he was still very much alive. When the front door finally clicked open downstairs, I exhaled so hard that I felt a sudden sharpness in my chest. I sprang up and hurried down the stairs with my bare feet silent on the wood. Halfway down the stairs, I slowed when I realized that he wasn’t coming up. He’d stopped somewhere below, and I couldn't help the scary thoughts that found their way into my head. What if he was wounded, or dead even? What if his body was only delivered, and soaked with his own blood? A cold shiver ran through my spine, and halt

[Emma] My whole body trembled violently as I shut the door to my mother's room. I turned around slowly to take in her things for the first time in years. Not sure what to expect, I held my breath while my eyes swept the entire room in one quick glance. Although my mother's things were dispersed all over the place, the room was strangely clean, like someone had taken his time to have it cleaned out recently. None of the things looked familiar, none of them struck a memory, at least not immediately. Slowly, and with shaky hands, I headed for the bed which was packed full with her things. I stopped when I got close enough, and only resumed walking when my eyes caught a white sheet of paper, folded neatly, and placed underneath the pile of clothes. I pulled the paper out, and hesitated for a beat. I proceeded to open it, but there was a sudden bang on the door. “Time up,” a voice called from outside, and was followed by more banging. I had completely forgotten about the

[Emma]I followed the men inside the mansion even though it was far from what I wanted. I wanted to chase after the man holding my mother's things, I wanted to plead with him until he released the box to me but the unease I felt from the men on my sides was enough advice to stay put.What use will my mother's things be if I angered Zack to the point of him getting me killed?We got into a sitting room that I immediately thought was too big. There was no one in the sitting room, and no sign of anybody, not even Zack who had gotten in only a few seconds ago. While outside the mansion was painted white and beautiful, inside was impeccable. Every item in the mansion sparkled like precious stones, and at the same time screamed wealth. I stopped when both men stopped walking, and watched them exchange confused glances. They probably didn't know what to do with me, or where to put me.Good! It felt good to know that I was not the only person feeling lost. I could already imagine how hellis

[Zack]I had Emma in mind when I sat on the deck and played poker with Micah for the first time. I had her in mind when I made him play with me every Friday, and when I raised the stakes everytime we played, knowing well that I would win, and he would owe me.I had Emma in mind while Micah's debt piled up, way more than he could ever pay. I had her in mind when I shot William, instilling fear on the others, but mostly on Micah. I have had her in my mind since I could remember, and now, she's not just in my mind anymore, she's now in my house.But I couldn't come up with an answer to the question that kept echoing and re-echoing in my head, or even get the thought out of my head. What now?I had my men go to Micah's house way before they were expected, not just because I wanted to show my authority, but because I couldn't get the thought of Emma's arrival off my mind, or the thought that her father could run away with her. But she had arrived at my mansion, still dressed in her nighti