From the corner of my eye I spot a shard of glass flickering in the sunlight and pick it up. There’s only one way I’ll be able to get out of this mess, and that’s if I cut the damn chip out of me. I suck in a deep breath and press the sharp glass along my arm, having cut about three inches when I press my skin around the wound, feeling for anything that could be the chip.
The screeching of tires causes me to look up from where I kneel, and our eyes land on one another’s at the exact same moment. At first I think he’s going to stop me, but he halts in his steps, “Please, continue.” I contemplate digging the glass into my skin more, but something doesn’t feel right.
His words cause me to stop, wondering why he’d want me to keep cutting myself if it meant he could lose some sort of control over me. Silence passes us by until he fills the air with a chortled, sinister type of laughter. “There isn’t anything in your fucking arm, Elena. I tricked you.”
“W-what did you put inside of me?!” I yell from across the alley, angered and fearful.
He continues on with his laughter, “Saline, you naive woman.”
“Why the hell would you let me continue to cut myself?”
Luca stalks up towards me until he’s pushing my back into the stone of the building behind me, grabs my cut arm and forces my hand to touch his hardened cock. “Because I love to see you bleed,” He seethes in a mere whisper against my ear, before he tightens his grip over my cut and yanks me along with him back to the van.
Luca tosses me across the van, allowing my body to make a thud against the seats and tears fill my eyes. Why? Because I’m afraid I’ll never get out of this. Because I’m fearful the rest of my days will be lived as a prisoner to this man, a man who wants me to love him no doubt, when all he’s shown me is his cruelness. A man who demands I love him. I think about all of this while the van drives us back to the private airstrip and I’m walking up the stairs to his private plane. Luca places his hand on the small of my back as we walk forward, into the master bedroom of sorts that I was confined to on the way here and I notice the changes he’s made in the mere couple of hours we’ve been gone. It’s almost an exact replica of what I have at his house . . . an airborne dungeon so to speak.
Only, there seems to be a luxurious queen sized bed in the middle. Luca shuts the door behind us, and locks the gate . . . where I can see he’s added an inside lock as well. At least there’s an actual door on this, so none of his men will see what he does. Fuck, what the hell am I thinking? They probably already know what he does.
Luca takes a seat on the edge of the bed and orders me to let him know everything that was said while we were at the cafe, so I do, I tell him everything that was said from the smallest detail to how Galina wasn’t going to give me all the information at first. She said it would be earned over time and he nodded.
Luca rises from his seat and comes right up to me. He grazes his fingertips from the bottom of my ear, down my jawline, over my neck, to the crease between my breasts and does what he did a week ago, ripping the clothes from my body. This may sound insane, but I’d hate to know how much money he’s wasting on these clothes. I’ve had the luxury of never having to fight for anything at all during my life, including clothing. Whether I was five or twenty-five, I’ve always had the best of the best, and that’s exactly what this is— designer clothes.
My taupe dress slumps to the floor as he pulls the sleeves over my arms and I’m left standing before him in a black lace matching lingerie set . . . something Migual told me to wear underneath the dress Luca bought for me.
“Even though you’ve been a good girl today, you’re still being punished. Is that understood?”
I nod, unsure of what to really say right now. I don’t even know what’s happening.
“Get on your knees, just like you were the other night,” He commands of me, and so I drop to my knees and look up to him. A quick movement of his hand causes me to shift my gaze to his trousers and I see his cock being pulled from the confines of the fabric.
He pushes his hips closer until his cock is going past my lips, down my throat while he wraps his fingers around my hair, thrusting in a rhythm. “Fuck, Mariana.” Luca moans. I don’t realize what he’s said at first . . . but it hits me after he says her name again. “Mariana, take my cock like the good little slut you are.”
Luca tenses up while his hips move even quicker, until the point where I’m choking on his cock. Tears flood down my face and I try to pull away but he won’t let me. His hands grip my hair tighter until he’s shooting his cum down my throat. “Take all of that cum. You’d better swallow every drop, do you understand?” He pulls his member free from my mouth and kneels down a tad, pushing my breasts out from the cups of my balconette style bra. Placing his thumb and finger over my breasts he tweaks my nipples, just as I swallow his load.
His cock twitches again, still hard as a rock and I worry he’s going to take me without asking— in other words, rape me the way Mariana was raped by Jonas . . . but when I think about it . . . I didn’t tell him to stop. It only causes me to wonder two things— would he have stopped if I told him no, and— did I want him to stop?
“You’re going to dye your hair bleach blonde, and I’ll take that luscious mouth of yours whenever I want it.” Luca states before tucking himself back in his trousers. Before I can even think to say anything, he’s already out of my newly caged room and has shut both doors.
Chapter Eleven
Ivana
“You have arranged our flights to London, correct?”
Fuck, I forgot, but my sister doesn’t need to know that. “Of course,” I instinctively reply, tapping away on the airline app I keep on my cell, tapping for a flight first thing tomorrow morning. Not too early, but early enough. “We leave at ten in the morning and have the two front seats closest to the door, just like you prefer.”
“Fabulous. Considering that’s done I’m going to say you and I can have a little rest and relaxation. What do you say, sister?” Galina asks, standing up from the couch in our hotel room. She’s already heading over to her luggage and pulls out her blood red, cutout bikini. I don’t know why she’s asked me when she’s already made a decision. Galina heads into the bathroom and changes. Meanwhile, I put on my gold one piece that has cutouts on the sides. I grab two towels from the one closet and slide on a pair of flip flops, waiting for Galina to be ready. By the time she’s opened the door, she has the same blood red on her lips, added dark eyeshadow with thick eyeliner and curled her hair.
We head out of our hotel room, down the stairs and into the indoor pool. We both head for our favorite thing, the jacuzzi. I dip into the boiling hot water and lean my head back against the concrete, allowing my body to float in the warm, bubbling pool. Meanwhile, Galina thinks this is a great time to go over plans and it causes me to be a bit nervous. “I can’t wait to blow them all to bits, to prove to our father that we honored him in life and death.”
I pull my head off the concrete, narrow my eyes and whisper lowly, “Galina, you can’t speak like this in such a public location.”
She giggles lightly, changing from English to Romanian. “Sister, why are you so worried?” Galina looks over to the pool where a group of attractive Frenchmen are now focusing in solely on my sister and I. “Oh, because of them? We’ll just kill them later after we’ve had some fun. What does it matter?”
From this point on I figure it’s better to communicate in Romanian versus English, so I make sure to continue that. “What kind of fun are you thinking we should have?” I inquire, knowing very well what Galina is thinking. I haven’t had sex in such a long time and I’m finally in the safe zone to be having sex again . . . so I’m going to dive back in so to speak.
I look back over to the group of men in the pool and see how there are blinds drawn down over the windows. One of the men has a glimmer in his eye that causes me to realize he’s nothing but trouble, and I can’t wait to see what he’s going to do. He mutters something lowly to tw
o of the men with him and I watch as they walk over to the two doors in the room, pick up chairs and prop them under the doorway so no one can enter the indoor pool.
The one who gave the order has snow white hair styled in an upward fashion to make it look windblown. He has a scruffy, well managed beard in the darkest of chocolate browns and I notice the tattoos spanning from across his shoulders, down his arms, even on his hands. The rest of the men have the same sort of look. What I mean by that is how they’re dangerously mysterious, but pique my interest in more ways than one.
He places his hands over the concrete and pulls himself up, walking up in a stalking manner over to me. I take notice of the way the water drips from his trunks and how I see the outline of his hardening cock. I don’t know this man, but his cock definitely makes me want to get to know him.
The man kneels down next to me and I’m saying fuck it to playing the part of a good little girl. With the way the doors were just locking us in here like caged animals I’d say these men don’t plan on being nice, so I place my hand right over his cock and palm it, twisting my wrist, pressing my thumb along the vein that runs on the underside of his cock. “I’m Jacques, and you are?” He asks, staring at me with the darkest eyes. With one glance I can tell he’s going to give me the time of my life.
“I’m Ivana, and this here is my sister, Galina,” I say, motioning behind me.
“Hello,” She says with a giggle. Sounds of laughter come from behind Jacques, but I don’t bother looking, instead I keep staring into his eyes while I run my hand along his cock. Although, I can only imagine what my sister is doing behind me.
Galina gets up from behind me and walks out of the jacuzzi, “Are any of you looking for some fun like your friend Jacques, here? I’m more than willing to let you venture down . . . different . . . paths,” Galina walks off to the side, where there’s a concrete wall sort of thing that divides the pool and gives some element of privacy. Ugh, thank fuck she went over there. I really didn’t want to have to witness her getting fucked again. It wouldn’t be the first time.
“Oh my God, what is happening?!” A woman’s voice asks, and then I turn my head to see there’s a woman with a man across the way. I keep my eyes on the woman and the man next to her, who’s obviously pitching a tent and my sister walks around the pool to the couple. “What’s going on here is we’re about to have a great fucking time, sweetheart.” Galina strips her bikini off and stands naked in front of the woman, who seems to be in her mid-forties. Even from this far away I can see the woman has voluptuous tits and curves for days. Hell, I’d fuck her.
Jacques grabs me by the face, “Don’t look at them, look at me,” Right now is when I notice the small trident tattoo on the top of his hand, a trident that only a certain group of people can have tattooed on their bodies because it belongs to a French gang . . . and that’s when I realize Jaques isn’t some random, hot, Frenchmen. He’s Jacques Beaumont, their leader.
“I won’t stop looking at you if you agree to do business with my sister and I,” I state, adding on. “I’ll do anything you want me to do if you help us, Jacques. You see, we are much like your kind.” I bring my hand to his and tap on his trident tattoo.
He chuckles lowly, “Is that so?” He inquires, smirking devilishly.
“Imagine it, we could take down one of the largest mafias in the entire world next month . . . if you’re open to it. Regardless, my sister and I will take them down. I’m just wondering if you want a piece of the cake too.”
“I’ve known you for twenty minutes and you’re crazier than any bitch I’ve met before. Of course I want in on it, but later. First, we fuck, and then we talk business.”
The smile that crosses my face is the most authentic one I’ve had in months. I know my father is cheering from the grave, so happy his daughters will finally bring down the mafia that turned their backs on our family.
Chapter Twelve
Luca
The heat of Romania’s summer comes crashing down onto my skin, burning from being outside for hours today —with her. We’ve run through the gardens, even disappearing into her parents newly sculptured hedge maze. After we were done, the two of us walked down to the back part of her family’s estate and sat under the tree a mere twenty feet away from the river.
“You’re such a good friend to me, Luca. I wish you and your family didn’t have to go back to Italy so soon. It’s fun having you here.” Mariana says with a soft smile. I watch as her smile falls away as quickly as it came.
Mariana might not be thinking about the future, however it’s the only thing I think about. My father makes sure I’m constantly trying to figure out where my place will be. He’s made his decision when it comes to whether my brother or I will be running the Clan, and he’s chosen Isaac. Even now it makes me irritable. He’s chosen the softer one, versus the son he has with an iron fist. While he may not regret his decision now, one day he will.
“What . . . what if one day I didn’t have to leave your side?” I ask the question that’s been haunting my mind these past few days, unsure if I would have the courage to ask her.
She pulls her brows together at the same time she purses her lips while her curly blonde hair flows in the wind. “What do you mean?”
“What if . . . when we’re twenty-one, you and I get married. We could create our own contract and live happily ever after. We’ve been friends since we were little. Our fathers are the best of friends, as are our mothers. Not only that, but I love you, Mariana Vasile. I think I always have.”
Mariana’s face flushes with a bright red and her gaze moves to the ground in front of her. She’s even pulled her hands onto her lap and I know I’m about to be shot down. Shaking her head, she confirms this. “Luca, I can’t go against my father. Not now, not ever. He’s secured a marriage for me already, one that’s been orchestrated since I was merely days old.”
I stand up, angered that she won’t even give me a chance. “You’d rather marry someone who’s essentially a stranger versus someone who you enjoy spending time with? I told you I love you, and you don’t even care.”
Mariana brings her eyes to mine, “Luca, you are my friend . . . but my father says things about yours. He says you’re just like your father. How you’re callous and will do anything for power. Mother has always told me to be aware of my surroundings and the people I spend time with. I thought . . . I thought we were friends and we both knew that, but I—I think you’re trying to take advantage of me like the others. Are you doing that? Do you just want this hypothetical marriage to happen so you can be above your brother and prove to your father that he made a grave mistake? You’re the one who constantly tells me you’d prove it to him one day, how choosing Isaac over you would hurt him in the end.”
I don’t even know what to say to her right now. She’s finding a way to twist my genuine feelings for her. “While I am going to show my father one day how choosing Isaac was a mistake, I’d never fake the feelings I have for you. We’ve spent every summer together ever since we were small children. Why would I fake that? Why would you think I’d fake it?” I ask her, standing in silence for far too many moments.
I start to walk off, but then my forearm is tugged back and I’m facing Mariana. Tears are streaming down her face, “I—I’m so sorry, Luca . . . but I can’t. You’re such a dear friend to me, but I can’t go against my father.”
“Do you have feelings for me?” I inquire, knowing all of this can’t be one sided.
“I . . . it doesn’t matter, Luca. None of it does because my life has been decided for me.”
I shut my eyes, taking in a deep breath before I can respond back to her. Never will I let my anger show, not when it comes to her. “One day you’ll regret your decision. You’ll be in your castle with your husband, married, and entirely unhappy . . . and I’ll be there, watching, wondering when you’ll realize what you gave up.”
I wake up in a dead sweat from my dream, recalling the memory like it was yesterday. I
t was the last time I saw Mariana before she was taken by Jonas Masterson. I didn’t see her the summer after that, or any other day. Whenever a Clan meeting was called where the children could go I came up with some excuse to not be around her. It wasn’t because I was afraid, but . . . I was hurt. I didn’t have even the slightest fraction of confidence that I do now.
Throwing my legs over the side of my bed, I can sense my cock is as hard as a rock. There’s no debating what I’m to do in this moment. I slide on my black satin robe, tie it around my waist and leave my bedroom, heading down the stairwell until I’m heading down the stairwell that leads down to the oubliette.
The soles of my feet barely make a sound since I didn’t put slippers on, and I walk across the stone floor until I’m quietly inserting the key into the slot and place my hand over the scanner. The door pops and I swing it open, leaving the key in the door. Discreetly I approach her naked body with only the limelight of the moon supplying illumination over her body.
Her breasts are round and voluptuous, while her body curves into that perfect hourglass figure. She isn’t stick thin, but she isn’t overweight either. In layman’s terms, she’s practically every man’s wet dream. She lays on her back with her left leg propped up against the iron, while her right sticks straight out. Meanwhile, she’s twisted a bit with her right arm under her pillow.
I don’t know what comes over me, if it’s carnal desire to violate her in such a way, or what. Even with the others I never acted this unpredictable. Step by step I grow closer to her, planting my knees on the bed below her, slowly bringing my cock closer to her opening. Surprisingly, she’s wet. It makes me wonder if she’s dreaming about the way I fucked her throat and let her swallow my cum. Every other bitch I made spit it out. They didn’t deserve to swallow my seed.
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