Blackmailed by the Mafia Boss
“Or?”
“Or your father’s going to be in a great deal of pain. While you entertain me, he’s safe and ready to work off his debt.”
“He can’t work right now.”
“He could if he got out of the hospital. I’ve seen men return to me with hands broken and still able to do something. Now, tell me about yourself.”
She pressed her lips together, and he raised a brow. He had all of the power here, and she knew it.
“I work at a day care center for children whose parents work full-time and can’t afford regular day care. We do charge a small fee, but not the cost of full-time care.”
“Do you like kids?”
“Yes. They’re not cruel monsters.”
“Be careful. Some children are already being created to be so.”
She shook her head. “You don’t know anything.”
“I know every single child is born innocent, and monsters are created.”
“Are you trying to justify yourself?” she asked.
“No. I’m simply stating fact.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. No one knows what breeds a monster. It’s not always an abusive upbringing either.”
“That I know. I happen to have been brought up in a stable home for a time.” Before his father liked to slaughter men in front of him, all in the name of revenge.
“I don’t want to talk about this. What kind of terms and conditions does this deal have?”
“None.”
“Can’t I negotiate?”
“You promised to be mine. You now belong to me, at my beck and call.”
“What work do you want me to do?” she asked.
He laughed. “Nothing. You’re a bright girl.”
“Sex.”
“That’s one of them. You offered to be my plaything, and well, I rather like the idea of having a woman who can’t say no. Your body, every single hole, is not off limits to me. I’m going to own them all.”
He saw her cheeks flush.
“Are you a virgin, Avery?”
“No.”
“Then whatever I’m going to do to you, you’ll be ready for. Anything less, and your dad is in pain. I can keep on repeating myself if you’d like.”
“No, you don’t need to keep on doing that.”
“Good.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“To my home. It’s just outside of the city, and it’s secure. You cannot leave unless you are with me. Everything you do will be at my order. You will sleep when I tell you to, fuck me when I tell you to, and entertain me all at my whim.” He stared at her. “Any questions?”
“None.”
“Good. I suggest you enjoy the ride. You’re going to be a very busy girl.”
He watched her as she began to process his words. Avery tried to keep her facial features blank, but she was so easy to read. She was scared, and he liked that.
Scared people did stupid things.
He saw the way her chest rose and fell. Her nipples were hard beads, as the car did have a little chill. That was more than fine with him.
To some men, Avery wasn’t a prize, but for Gino, he was going to enjoy her.
Chapter Two
The moment they entered Gino’s home, Avery was escorted up to one of the bedrooms. They went up so many floors, and she knew there would be no escape. She was pushed into a room, the bindings at her hands and feet removed, and they left her there.
They’d also locked the door.
One glance around the room, and well, this wasn’t a dungeon.
The room was large, exquisite, designed for someone of wealth. Not a woman who’d just sold her body so her father didn’t have to experience any more pain.
She got to her feet, reaching out to touch the bed. The sheets were so soft against her fingertips.
Moving toward the window, she tried to open it, but it was locked. Looking down at the gardens below, she realized she was on the top floor.
Almost as if Gino, the beast of a man, had put her in a fucking tower.
She was so angry. When he’d given her the deal, she hadn’t thought of the ramifications of what that exactly meant.
Being Gino’s plaything was so far out of her league. There’s no possible way she would ever be able to capture his attention, much less keep it. But for as long as she had him, her father was safe.
Stepping away from the window, she checked out the room. There was a full walk-in closet that was huge and empty. She closed the door before finding the bathroom. There were no shampoos or razors. Each surface was empty, not anything to help her wash or clean herself up.
No towels either.
She moved back to the bed and perched on the edge. The last thing she wanted to do was to make the bed dirty. She’d been working all day and had looked forward to a nice, relaxing shower. This was anything but.
Folding her arms, she tried to come up with a plan on how to deal with Gino. Nothing came to mind. She wasn’t some simpering virgin, but she didn’t want to sell her body either. Yet with the deal she’d made, she had done exactly that.