I hate you; you have made me love you. Just like I feared that you would. Please don’t hurt me, please, please, please…
Drake & Mandissa
“Ha, ha, Mandy can’t leave again, cuz she ain’t got no apt, no more.”
I corrected her horrid English, before I had the time to process exactly what she was saying.
“Because she doesn’t have an apartment anymore.”
I pulled my white fuzzy robe around me and made my way to the coffee pot.
“Doesn’t matter to me because Mandy can’t leave now.” She gleefully banged her spoon against the table before she went back to eating her cereal.
I sat down and eyed Drake, “What is she talking about?”
“I think that it’s pretty self explanatory, Mandy. Your apartment is gone.”
He leaned in and coldly eyed me, “I’m sure that you haven’t forgotten our little agreement last night. I own you, lock, stock and barrel. Or shall we say front door, back door and any other orifice that tight little body of yours has?”
My face flushed bright red, I could feel the heat and I knew that I was blushing.
“Ahh, so you do remember.”
“Stop it, Drake; you are embarrassing me!”
“Yeah, you had better be glad that is all you got.” He growled close enough for Precious to not hear. “You damn near got me killed.”
“Quit trying to feed the doll, Precious. She is filthy we are bathing her today.”
“Nuh, huh, Momma Manny; she get’s dry cleaned in the dryer.”
I busted out laughing, “You are too much, girl.”
“Nuh, huh, Daddy Drake says I’m just right; his perfect little Princess, his little Princessa.”
Drake, cocked one eyebrow confirming that Precious was his too.
“You are so possessive, Drake.”
“You have no idea, Mandy.”
“Did, you at least have my stuff put in storage, Drake?”
“You have everything that you need here, Mandissa.”
“Oh, now I’m Mandissa.”
“You are whatever that I say you are, girl. And while we are on the subject, you are off of TV for a while.”
“Like hell I am!” I spit hissed in his direction.
“See that is what I like about you, you have to be taken over, and over, and over……I….Like…..Taking…..Mandy…..”
“I hear ya, Drake, I hear ya.” I rolled my eyes, these two were too much and now both of them were conspiring together against me…
Antonio Wayne& Rico
“You are one dumb mother fucker! Look at you, of all the people that you could have fucked with; you had to find the craziest of the crazy. That is why your unrecognizable ass is laid up in the hospital. Are you trying to start a war?”
Antonio paced in his silk beige tailor made suit and continued to talk to the man who could only groan in response, due to the fact that his jaw was wired shut. He looked up to view the nurse coming in and waited to continue.
The IVs rolled beneath her fingers as she spent more time eyeing the patient’s visitor. He stood at a good 6’3 and was dressed in a professional suit, complete with cuff links and Italian leather shoes. His hair was so black that it had a blue hue to it. She could not help but think that if he were not rumored to be a Colombian gangster, she would love nothing more than to go on a date with him.
Antonio Wayne wasn’t the dating type. To put it simply, he did not have to date. He owned and operated a strip club. Not just any strip club either, the most elite ‘Gentlemen’s club’ in the city. Yes, life was good for Antonio Wayne; he had access to some of the most beautiful women in the world. Women who lived to service him and that is just how Antonio liked his sex, ‘no strings attached.’
Without so much as a word Antonio strode from the room. It was time to go. He had some very pressing matters to tend to. It was going to take quite a bit of ‘damage control’ to deal with this situation. Crossing Drake was one of the dumbest things that Rico could have done.
There were very few people that Antonio respected, much less feared, but Drake was one of those people.
Drake
“I don’t feel good about this Drake. This guy sounds crazy.”
“He is crazy! That is why I need to meet with him. When Antonio Wayne asks for a meeting—well—let’s just say that it is an offer that you can’t refuse”
“This is a whole different level, Drake. The guy is a Colombian gangster.”
“A Colombian gangster with all of the right connections, Mandy.”
“Take me with you, Drake.” Mandy began talking faster in order to persuade him. “I don’t want you going to a strip club alone.”
Drake’s first knee jerk response was to say, “Hell no,” but it might not be such a bad idea. If Antonio Wayne wanted him dead, he would already be dead. A woman that represented family might soften Antonio’s disposition, though Drake hardly doubted it, because Antonio Wayne had a reputation for being one of the coldest players around. He ran his business with an iron fist and a cold heart, yes, Mandy was right, the bar had been raised, because dealing with the Colombians was a ‘whole different level.’
Drake could only hope that this whole incident was not going to be blown out of proportion and put him and his family in danger.
Damn it, Mandy, why did you have to go back down there after I ask you not to?
Antonio Wayne
Antonio Wayne cracked the whip in the large open room where he enjoyed coming to play.
It had been a stressful day and he needed to let off some steam. He turned and eyed the woman who hung with her arms over her head by a chain and popped the whip against the wall once again.
Tears ran down her face and the cleave gag made it impossible for anything but muffled pleading to escape her lips. To put it simply, Antonio Wayne had a tad bit of a ‘sadistic streak’ and the tears along with the pleading in the woman’s eyes only served to sexually excite him.
He had no intention of hitting her with the whip, but watching her squirm sure was fun. He dropped the whip and made his way over roughly grabbing her chin between his thumb and fore finger, “I don’t trust you bitch! I can see it in your eyes,” he raised an eyebrow and faked a southern drawl, “You got leaving on your mind. Don’t underestimate me, ever, my business is women and I am very good at what I do.”
The woman frantically shook her head yes as her eyes widened in terror. Pissing Antonio off was not a smart thing to do; leaving would have to wait…
Drake & Mandissa
“The way that I see it Drake is that this does not have to be a bad thing. I respect you. You have always done great work making my women look beautiful with your photography.”
“That is not a hard thing to do Antonio. You have some of the most beautiful women in the world working for you.”
Mandissa sharply kicked Drake’s lower leg beneath the table and though she knew that it had to hurt, his expression never showed it. Drake was the best of the best when it came to a ‘poker face.’
If you let this incident go, then I will make sure that Rico is deported.
Drake leaned in and snarled, “The Mother fucker kidnapped my wife!”
What the hell is he talking about, we are not married?
Antonio squinted, “Kidnapping is a strong word Drake, I wouldn’t consider what he did to be kidnapping. It was a stupid move by a street punk. Having him deported and shipped back to his country will send a two-fold message, it will send the message that: you have Antonio and Ricardo Ramirez backing you up, and in this city my friend that carries clout. It will also send the message here in the states and into Central and South America, that we have a united front.”
Drake leaned back and ran his tongue over his teeth, “I’m going to let this go, because of the fact that I am dealing with you and your brother. If this was anyone else, I would kill him.”
The men held their glasses up and clicked them stating: ‘Salud.’
The deal was done and there would be no more bloodshed, in this instance.
Though Drake had avoided bloodshed and retaliation, Mandissa had still put him in a situation of ‘owing’ Antonio Wayne. Drake didn’t like to owe anyone. Mandy would be paying for this little fuck up. Drake was in no way done with her.
Chapter Fifteen
“I’m not marrying you Drake! You can’t force someone to marry you.”
Though Drake’s demeanor remained calm there was a seriousness about it that let Mandissa know, Drake would get what he wanted in the end. Drake always got what he wanted when it came to Mandissa—and what Drake wanted—were his claws so deeply embedded into her that she could never escape.
“If you want custody of my daughter, then it is necessary for you to marry me. This issue is non-negotiable Mandissa. You fucked up by going back down to Mid-Way. You put me in a situation of being indebted to one the most ruthless men in the country. Drake leaned in interlocking his fingers and stretching his arms out towards Mandissa, “The conversation is over. Let’s just consider this penitence for your sin of disobedience.”
Epilogue:
Mandissa eyed her Husband asleep on the couch. Their four year old daughter had climbed up on his chest and fallen asleep with him.
She shifted in the chair trying to get comfortable as she ran her hand over her swollen stomach just to feel the baby move. She loved him already and she wondered how much like his father he would be.
Drake had insisted that she marry him when they had adopted their daughter and she hadn’t regretted it one bit. Maybe it was what she needed, because she never would have married anyone without being forced. What some women might consider obsession or control, Mandissa considered to be love. Yes, you couldn’t have one without the other in her mind. Drake had been just what she needed at a time in her life that she wondered if she would ever be normal. “Screw it,” she thought. Being normal is over rated anyway. She shifted once again, as she felt the baby move. Yes, life was good, very, very good…
Prologue:
Carl:
My birth name was, "Mathias Novak" I had changed it when I
left New York at a young age and relocated to California.
You see, "Carl Sims" sounded much more Americanized and it
would keep me from being viewed as a mobster, or a thug.
I like to think of myself as a business man with an edge and
the words mobster and thug carry a stigma with them that I did not want to be
associated with.
Being of European descent I am very particular.
I am a polished man, a very precise man and perfected at
anything that I do.
Not just any woman has the capability to snag my attention,
it takes a certain something if you will and women like Katrina are few and far
between.
I have no intention of letting Katrina get away from me.
Then there was also the issue of the diary, I will be
keeping Katrina on a short leash...
Katrina:
Giving that diary back would be admitting that I had
stolen it and used it to write my story.
It meant
admitting that my novel which had now become a worldwide, phenomenal best
seller; was nothing more than a hoax.
This created a grave problem, it meant losing a lot of
money and worse than that, it meant my reputation as a writer would be ruined.
I had no choice, I would have to try and charm this
snake, somehow, some way, into not ruining all that I had worked for.
The Diary is available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Captive-Dark-Erotica-Suzanne-Steele-ebook/dp/B00K0Y09ES/ref=la_B00C9L6YRQ
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