Dirty Little Virgin: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  “Well, I can’t be deported and I was threatened with, one of Peter’s brothers, said was the same thing you threatened Peter with.” She eyes me and I know the jig is up if I want to keep her. And I want to keep her.

  “Damn it!” Holding her arm, tightly, I take her back to the desk, pick up the ring and hold it out. She shakes her head and continues to look into my eyes. “Fuck! Okay, so I threatened him with death.”

  “Cyprian! Why would you ever do such a terrible thing? He’s the father of my sister’s children. Her husband. He’s to be your brother-in-law one day! Why would you do such a thing?”

  “I’ve told you the whole truth. Can I put this ring back on your finger? It’s making me nervous not to see it on you,” I say as I hold it out to her.

  “First, tell me why you did that.”

  “Because I see him as a bad man. A man who needed someone to make sure he was held accountable to your sister. She will be my sister-in-law soon and I feel a certain amount of responsibility to make sure she and all of your family is happy and treated well.”

  Her eyes soften and she holds out her hand. I slip the ring back on before she changes her mind then sit in the chair next to the desk and pull her onto my lap. Her forehead touches mine as she mumbles, “What am I going to do with you?”

  “Love me,” I whisper then kiss her cheek. “I did it for you, Cami.”

  “You have to tear up the contract. You have to allow him to leave. And you have to know my sister will be going with him. She has to or he’ll take her and the children and we’ll never see them again and apparently, I will be killed.” She pulls back to look at me. “Do you see what you’ve done? You should’ve talked to me about what your idea was and I could’ve explained to you why that would be a horrible idea.”

  “So, you don’t really care if your sister has to accept all that shit?” I ask because it was her who asked me to give him a job that would keep them here.

  “I’m afraid my sister has to face the fact she married a man who could take more than one wife. She is the one who purposely took birth control in order to not give him child after child, the way he expected her to. And it’s too late to change anything, anyway. His brother told me Peter married that woman already, months ago. They are expecting a child. My sister has to accept that now. No matter what. And Peter has to go back to South Africa to take care of that other wife.”

  “She’s going to be blown out of the water with that news, isn’t she?” I ask as I play with a dark curl that’s sprung loose from her bun.

  “She is.” She runs her hand through my hair. “Can you promise me that you’ll never do anything like this again?”

  “I can. I’m sorry. I was only trying to help.”

  “Make a mental note of what I’m about to tell you,” she says as she takes my chin in her hand. “Threatening anyone with murder is a huge no, no.”

  “Noted,” I say and feel my cheeks heating with embarrassment. “I guess I lack something in my brain that makes me understand things like that. I felt protective and with Peter being so dominating, it had me thinking I needed to dominate him, so your sister could be happy.”

  “My sister will have to make her peace with the life she’s chosen.” She eases her lips to mine and the kiss she gives me sends the butterflies that had swarmed my stomach into submission.

  Everything will be fine. She’s not going to leave me over this.

  When will I ever learn…?

  Chapter 2

  CAMILLA

  With the contract in my hand, I leave Cyprian’s office and make my way to give it back to Peter and try my best to smooth things out. Cyprian wanted to come with me but I explained how things would probably not go well if he was around.

  All I want is for things to go back to normal. My sister and the kids come to visit a few times a year and most likely we’ll never see Peter again, which is fine too. Now that I know he has another family.

  I rehearse what I’ll say all the way across town then find I’m on their street and see the black BMW that was following me, parked in the driveway behind my sister’s car. I stop and wait and think about what I should do.

  With no idea about what’s going on, I give Catarina a call. “Camilla!” she answers the phone.

  “Catarina, is everything okay?”

  “No, did Cyprian tell you what he did to Peter?” she asks me then I hear shouting in the background.

  “He did. Who’s yelling?”

  “Everyone. Did he call it all off?”

  “He did. I was with him in his office when he made the call to leave Peter alone. I have the contract that’s not worth the paper it’s written on as it’s totally illegal. It was a scare tactic but I wanted to give it to Peter, so he would feel some relief with it in his possession. I thought he might like to tear it up, himself.”

  “While that’s really nice of you. I think it’s best if you stay away from here. Three of his brothers arrived late last night. They’re not in great moods with their brother’s life being threatened.”

  I feel terrible my poor little niece and nephew are having to hear all this and it was Cyprian who caused it all. “Please let me try to smooth things out.”

  “Catarina, who the hell are you on the phone with?”

  “Peter, just leave me alone. It’s my sister,” she says with a defeated voice.

  “You tell her to come here. I want to have words with her.”

  Ending the call, I can’t wait any longer for my sister to tell me I can go inside of their very chaotic home. Grabbing the paper, I get out of the car, keys in hand, locking the door behind me with my purse in the car.

  As I get close to the back door, I plan on sneaking in, I find so much shouting going on and can’t believe my sister hasn’t put a stop to it. Instead of sneaking in, I throw the back door open and shout, “There’s no need for all this! I have the contract and Peter is in no danger, what-so-ever!”

  One of his brothers rips the paper from my hand, the other two have me on the ground, face down, before I realize what they’ve done. I don’t see Peter or my sister anywhere and hear the kids crying somewhere in the house.

  “You did just what Peter said you would, foolish woman!” one of them says as my hands are zip-tied behind my back.

  “You need to let me go!” I scream and find my sister running into the kitchen where I’ve come in.

  “Let her go!” she shouts just before Peter comes in behind her. “Go back to the room and take care of my children. They are crying, Catarina. I will deal with your sister.”

  “Peter, please!” she shouts.

  I see her shaking and looking nowhere near the big sister I know. “I’ll be okay, Catarina. I’ll explain how things have been handled.”

  She turns to leave, not looking back at me and I know I have to do something to get her out of this hell hole she’s managed to get herself into. I’m lifted up and sat on a chair from the dining set, I helped my sister pick out and Cyprian bought.

  Peter pours himself a glass of milk then takes a seat too. “The man you brought into our lives has to be dealt with. Simply giving me back the contract and calling off the goons who were told to kill me if I did what it is my right to do, isn’t enough. He must learn he can never do such a thing again.”

  “He knows. We talked. He’ll never do anything like this again. I swear it to you, Peter. Please!”

  “I can’t allow you to marry him,” he says as he looks me in the eye. “If you insist on keeping him in your family then mine will never visit again.”

  “Peter, please. Cyprian had a childhood that had him not learning how to form friendships. He’s learning now. With time, you can expect a full apology. Now, it would be nice if you had them untie me. That’s a thing he’ll hate to see when I go back home.”

  “Not to worry. You won’t be going back there. Not until we are long gone. I’m taking my family and leaving tonight. And you will be here, but not in plain sight.”

  Some
thing is ran around my mouth then wrapped around my head, once they’re done, I see it’s duct tape as one of his brothers has a roll of it in his hand. The chair is yanked back and my ankles are bound with the tape too. I’m picked up and my already tied hands are bound with the tape too. Then I’m tossed over one of his brother’s shoulders and taken away.

  Down the hallway, I’m taken and up an attic staircase. An old sofa sits in the far corner. It seems he’s heading for it and then I find, instead of being placed on it, I’m laid out behind it.

  Dust moves around me in large puffs of gray. The sunlight bounces off the small particles and then I hear the footsteps move away from me and the sound of the stairs creaking back into place lets me know what their plan is.

  They’re going to leave me here, hoping I’ll never be found. But I know I will be found. My car is parked across the street. Cyprian knew I was coming over here. He’ll search every inch of this house, looking for me.

  Trying to stay calm, I listen as Catarina asks where I’ve gone. Then I hear Peter telling her he let me go and they had to hurry up to get on his uncle’s private jet to get on their way back home.

  A bit of bustling is heard as I suppose she’s gathering things and then he shouts about having to leave and with a flurry of commotion, I hear the door shut and lock. The sound of the alarm being set makes a loud dinging sound. Then I can hear the sound of cars starting and leaving the driveway.

  My eyes are burning with tears that are threatening me. But I hold myself together as I think about what I can do to set myself free. I’m not a fool, if I can get free, I can call the police and press kidnapping charges on Peter and his brothers.

  But I have to get free and get out to my car where my cell phone is. Rolling over to get out from behind the sofa, I find my body stirs up dust and sneezing with my mouth covered hurts like hell.

  A small part of me wants to just give up but I can’t. I need to get my sister set free from that monster. He’s had her away from us and has her thinking he’s something he’s not.

  He’s not a good man. He’s not a good husband. He’s not a good anything and Cyprian was right about that. He could see right through him.

  Well, I pray Cyprian still feels that way and decides to come looking for me. And this time when Cyprian wants to deal with him, I’ll let him.

  Is there a chance in hell this could end well…?

  Chapter 3

  CYPRIAN

  “She hasn’t answered her cell in three hours,” I tell the police officer I had come to my office. “I went to her sister’s house, the place she was going when she left here. No one’s there. Cami’s car is parked across the street from the house, it’s locked and I could see her purse and phone were lying on the passenger seat. Something’s wrong.”

  “A person has to be missing 24 hours before we’ll make a report and start a search. You said her car is at the residence. Have you tried to contact her sister?”

  “Of course, I have. And her brother-in-law.” I know I can’t divulge the fact I threatened Peter and that has me hindered about what all I can say to the officer. So, I weigh my words carefully. “Neither of them are answering their phones. I gave them each a car and those cars are gone. Do you think you can start a search for those cars? They do belong to me.”

  “I can do that if you want to report them stolen. But you just told me you gave them the cars, so they aren’t stolen. Look, Mr. Girard, if you’re really worried then maybe you should hire a private investigator. Our hands are tied until tomorrow,” he tells me and puts his little pad of paper and pen away.

  Giving him a nod, I get up and escort him out of my office. My mind is a mess. I know something has to be wrong. I know Cami didn’t go with them anywhere. I went all through that house and no one’s there and many of their clothes seem to be missing.

  Calling Ashton, I think it’s time to call in some favors, since the police seem to have their hands tied. “Mr. Girard, are you ready to be picked up?”

  “Yes, and do you know anyone who specializes in finding missing people?” I ask him as I grab my jacket and head out of my office. “The police can’t do anything about Cami until tomorrow. That’s not good enough for me, so I’m taking things into my own hands and I need more than my one set.”

  “I’ll make some calls. Where would you like for people to meet with you?”

  “My place. Get all the help you can find, please. I have a feeling Peter is taking his family and leaving the country. I also have a feeling he might be the only one who knows where Cami is.”

  “On it, sir.”

  I wish I felt relief that I’m soon to get help but I don’t think any relief will come until I have Cami, safe in my arms again.

  Hurrying out, I get into the back seat of the BMW and Ashton takes off. He’s on the phone and looks at me through the rearview mirror. “I can have my cousin, Franco, run by the airport to check for the cars you gave them.”

  “Do that. Take me out to the house. I want to pick up the spare key for the Lamborghini, so I can check it out better. Did you know of any private investigators who might be able to help?”

  “I have my sister, Lola, working on that. She’s going to get back to me. Her ex-husband is a retired cop. There’s a chance he knows someone,” Ashton tells me.

  “I feel an urgency moving within me that I’ve never felt before. I know she’s in real danger, I can feel it.” I pull my phone out and try her sister’s number again and find it’s going straight to voicemail now. So, I call her parents’ home.

  “Hello?” her mother answers the phone.

  “Mrs. Petit, it’s me, Cyprian.”

  “Ana, call me Ana, Cyprian. What can I do for you this fine morning?” she asks, sounding chipper and I hate to be the one who will ruin her morning but it seems I’m about to do just that.

  “Ana, do you have more than one phone number for Catarina? Cami went to their house this morning and now I can’t find her. Catarina and Peter have left with their children and most of their clothes are gone.”

  “Hold on a minute. Let me get Tommy in on this conversation,” she tells me then I hear her yelling for her husband to pick up another phone.

  “What’s going on, Cyprian?” he asks as I hear a clattering sound as he picks up the phone.

  “Cami’s missing. And to a lesser extent, so is Catarina and the kids. Peter has to have taken them all somewhere. I can’t get a hold of any of them. Cami’s car is still parked across the street from their house but no one’s in it. Their cars are gone and I’m beyond worried.”

  “Let me try to call her from my cell,” Tommy says and I wait to see if she’ll answer him. “Catarina, where are you?”

  I breathe out a sign of relief that she’s answered him and cross my fingers she knows where I can find Cami. “Thank God.”

  “What do you mean, you’re at the airport?” Tommy asks her. “Where is your sister?”

  More silence keeps me waiting and holding my body tense. “Please let her be okay.”

  “Catarina, Cyprian said he went to your house and her car’s there but she’s not,” Tommy says. “And why are you going back to Cape Town?”

  I’m thinking that I need to get to the airport, so I call out to Ashton, “New plan. Take me to the airport. Catarina and Peter are there.”

  Making a quick turn, Ashton gets on route to the airport. As I hear Tommy ask, “Why would you follow him then?”

  “Tell her that Peter has already married that other woman he told her he was considering and that she is already pregnant. He’s been married for months,” I tell Tommy.

  Ana gasps and Tommy says, “Where is Peter right now?”

  “Tell her I think Peter’s done something with Cami,” I say and hope we’re getting closer to finding her.

  “Okay, good. I have something to tell you and I’m afraid you’re going to be shocked. Cyprian just told me that Peter has taken another wife and she’s pregnant. He’s been married for months. He also thi
nks Peter has done something with Camilla.”

  “Tell her, she should get the kids and hide from Peter and his brothers until I get some help to her,” I tell Tommy and hope we can get to her and the kids in time.

  “You have to stop crying,” he tells her. “You have to get a hold of yourself. Get the kids and hide from Peter and his brothers. Cyprian is going to get help to you. Now I need you to think very hard. Where could your sister be?”

  The sound of fire trucks come from behind us, making Ashton pull over to the side of the road to let them pass. I watch them take the exit off the highway that is the same exit you take to get to the house I rented for Peter and Catarina. “Follow those trucks, Ashton. I have a terrible feeling.”

  He does as I say as I hear Tommy say, “Catarina says Camilla has to still be in the house. No one left from the time she saw her there until the time they left. Peter told her that Camilla was going to lock the house up after they left.”

  My heart starts to thump harder in my chest as we’re stopped a ways back on the street their house is on. And I can see smoke billowing out of the windows on the first floor of the house I rented for her sister and brother-in-law.

  “Tell Catarina that the house is on fire. We just followed firetrucks to it. Tell her to hide herself and her kids and I’m about to be sending the authorities to pick up her husband and his brothers from the airport. Once they’re all secured then I’ll call you, Tommy, so you can tell her where to go. I’ll have someone pick them up. Ask her how many of his brothers are there, so I can make sure they all get picked up.”

  “She says three of them and to please hurry. The jet is being fueled up,” Tommy tells me.

  “Got it. I’ll call you soon.” I put the phone on the seat next to me and get out of the car.

  Ashton jumps out, grabbing my arm. “Where do you think you’re going? They won’t let you anywhere near that house.”