《I Paid A Mafia Boss For Our Night》


 Chapter 1 Need To Be A Bad Girl

    Chapter 1 Need To Be A Bad Girl


    Chapter 1 Need to be a Bad Girl


    "Ah... Nico, faster, hmm..."


    "Nico, my love... you''re incredible... ah!"


    When I realized that the woman bouncing on top of my boyfriend was Livia, I was literally


    overwhelmed by my anger. I couldn''t hold back any longer and stormed into the bedroom, grabbing


    Livia by the hair and dragging her out, "You slut!"


    Livia let out a sharp scream, still intimately connected to Nico, making a disgusting squelching noise


    as she was dragged off from him.


    "What are you doing? Let go of me!" Livia screamed, struggling as her nails slid across the back of


    my hand. Betrayal and anger clouded my thoughts like an explosion, and I pped Livia hard


    across her face twice.


    Livia went berserk, rushing at me, as if ready to fight to the death.


    She grabbed my hair, and the pain was like she was tearing my scalp, but I didn''t back down. I


    choked her neck and bit her hand as we tumbled into a scuffle.


    "Sienna, stop!" Nico, hurriedly pulling on his pants, rushed over to break us up, "Calm down,


    Sienna!"


    Calm? I could be anything but calm now.


    My boyfriend was fucking my best friend! They had betrayed me! And all I could do was watch as


    Nico protected Livia behind him as if she was some precious treasure.


    My heart felt torn with pain, "You... you and Livia..."


    "Listen to me, Sienna. I can exin!" Nico tried to stope me.


    "Exin what? Exin when you started sneaking around behind my back?" I yelled, my voice


    trembling, "Wasn''t I good to you, Nico?"


    "Yeah, you used to be so good to me, Sienna. But why did you betray me? You slept with another


    man!"


    I stared in shock at Nico''s twisted face in anger, "What... what?"


    "You act so innocent and hard to get all this time we have been together, Sienna. Now, tell me! How


    come Professor Falcone was always willing to help you? Not just once, but so many times! Was it


    because you slept with his son? How many times did you trade with Bert, how many times did he


    fuck you..."


    With my hands trembling, I pped him across his swollen face.


    He covered his face,ughing out loud, "Fucking whore!"


    I could no longer hold back my tears, "Is that what I am to you?"


    "Yes!" Nico seemed to have held back for a long time, now finally finding an outlet to shout at me,


    "Everyone knows Falcone is cold and unapproachable to everyone but he''s always so good to you.


    Everyb session he keeps you behind, what do you do with him? Talk about his son Bert, or did


    you seduce Professor Falcone himself, kissing him, or just fucking him?"


    I opened my mouth to argue, but Livia interrupted me with her condescending tone, "You have


    really no shame, Sienna."


    I spit at her, "It''s you! You have no shame! He''s my boyfriend, you shameless slut!"


    Livia''s face darkened in an instant, she smirked coldly at me, her provocations nearly spilling over,


    her breasts almost bursting from her slip dress, "What makes you think you have any right to judge


    us? Nico said your pussy''s dry as a desert! He simply needs a better woman."


    I clenched my fists, roaring with rage, "Are you sick, Nico!? How could you say such nonsense to


    her?"


    Nico shrugged, "At least I feel morefortable with her, while you''re like a dry corpse." His


    erection was still obvious, unashamedly exposed.


    I punched him in the stomach, and he cried out, "Fuck!"


    Livia shrieked, stepping closer, "Just give up, Sienna. You''ve been dumped, and you should know


    that!"


    Instinctively, I said "No," trying to find any trace of pretense on Nico''s face, hoping this was just a


    cruel joke.


    But Nico seemed lost in Livia''s seduction, his breathing heavy, his gray eyes filled with chilling lust.


    "You can''t do this to me, Nico! After everything I''ve done for you, how can you break up with me just


    for her, just for a lying whore!"


    "Enough, I''m not interested in ying your crazy games here." Liviamanded Nico, "Throw her


    out, Nico, I don''t want to see her in our home anymore!"


    Just like that, I was thrown out of Nico''s apartment. Probably because he feared my screams would


    attract the neighbors'' prying eyes, he dragged me into the stairwell, cornering me against the wall. I


    could distinctly feel his erection pressing hard against my waist through the thinyers of fabric as


    he simted sex by thrusting that thing against me.


    "What are you doing?" I screamed, pushing him away.


    "You''ve tried it, you know I''m better than Bert Falcone. You still have a chance, but you always act


    so high and mighty, like a nun," Nico said, his coarse hands kneading the soft flesh at my waist. He


    brought his nose close to the nape of my neck, sniffing in a sleazy, suggestive manner that made


    my stomach churn.


    "Go fuck your mother, you bastard!" I couldn''t hold back anymore and swung my handbag right at


    Nico''s groin.


    The hard corner of the bag hit his vulnerable parts, and Nico let out a painful howl.


    "Whore! Horny bitch!" I cursed as I spat at him, "Scumbag!"


    Tears began to fall uncontrobly along my cheeks. But why the tears? What''s there to cry about!?


    I scolded myself internally, grabbed my high heels, and hit Nico''s head twice more, sobbing as I


    walked barefoot out of the stairwell.


    This was the twenty-second floor, and I certainly didn''t want to wear my legs out in this damn ce.


    I clutched my handbag and high heels as I entered the elevator, frantically pressing the close button


    in a fit of venting.


    It was unbearable. My heart felt as if it was being constantly kneaded and squeezed. I opened my


    mouth, breathing heavily to avoid suffocating in this stifling agony.


    Why are they doing this to me? Was I not good enough for them?


    Livia used to be my best friend, and we were like sisters. I shared everything with her, even the


    dress she wore just now! She said she had nothing suitable for a party, so I gave it to her.


    And now, she was wearing my dress, sleeping with my man, and then ndering me-how could


    she?


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    As for Nico, he was a fucking hooker, and I had brought him out of that damn business, helped him


    with so much all this time. I admit our sex life wasn''t great, but that''s no reason for his betrayal.


    He was my first boyfriend, the one who took my virginity. How could he talk about me like that!


    Anger and sorrow filled my heart. I was sure I needed to vent. I wanted to grab a knife and kill that


    pair of scumbags. The dagger would slice through their bellies, their organs and intestines spilling


    out. I would be the one to carve out their hearts, brutally chop and grind them before flushing them


    down the drain.


    But I knew that was a crime. Damn it, I couldn''t!


    Feeling wronged and suffocated, I stormed into a bar and ordered the strongest drink.


    As the fiery liquid burned down my throat into my stomach, the pain from the alcohol made my heart


    skip wildly for a moment, leaving me feeling utterly lost and hollow. I sat there dazed at the bar, my


    mind barely functioning.


    I briefly forgot about Nico and Livia.


    Good, this was the feeling I needed.


    I needed the alcohol to numb my nerves, to make me seem a bit normal, but it was so fleeting. After


    several drinks, the brief haze passed, but Livia and Nico''s words kept echoing in my ears.


    Damn it! Just now their attitude was as if they were getting a Nobel Prize from her!


    Alcohol made me want to be a bad girl, no longer bound by morality. My eyes began to search for a


    target, and they found one in a man leaning against the dimly lit bar. I couldn''t tear my gaze away


    from him; he was so attractive, and I followed him like a sunflower tracking the sun. He was the


    most handsome man in the crowded room, truly striking.


    His hair was ck, and beneath thick eyebrows were a pair of sharp, deep eyes. As my gaze drifted


    lower, I noted his narrow, pronounced nose, which made me suspect he had Italian heritage. But


    what truly captivated me were his lips-thin and ruthless, with a hint of blush that made them look


    utterly appealing.


    His attractiveness wasn''t just due to his wless facial features. His body was robust and imposing


    almost like a mountain. His tight shirt could barely contain his sleek, well-defined muscles, exuding


    an irresistible masculine allure.


    I think I fell in love with his body.

 Chapter 2 A Charming Hooker

    Chapter 2 A Charming Hooker


    Chapter 2 A Charming Hooker


    I staggered away from the bar, pushing through the crowd toward him.


    The desire was overwhelming, a wild, uncontroble thought that made my throat tighten and my


    body heat up, my blood boiling with a loud inner chant of "I want him, I want him." But damn this


    alcohol! It numbed my nerves and stole my bnce. I tripped over a chair, and suddenly, everything


    around me seemed to spin and sway. "Damn it," I had to admit I was drunk, but I wouldn''t let that


    stop me.


    As I struggled to regain my bnce and looked up, the man had vanished.


    Annoyed, but undeterred, I knew where to find him. The bar had a lounge near the stage where the


    male escorts would hang out when not entertaining clients. I knew this because that''s where I met


    Nico when he was one of them at the bar when he was seventeen. I had saved him when he was


    being ostracized and beaten up. Now he had betrayed me. But no matter, I would soon correct that


    mistake. All I needed was a man better than him, as long as I had enough money in my wallet.


    Stumbling through the crowd, I forcefully pushed past people blocking my way. Men gave me


    ambiguous invitations, and hands damp with desire reached for my buttocks, which I pped away.


    Amidst the curses of men and the jealous, mocking gazes of women, I held my head high through


    the crowd. Finally, when I clumsily reached the lounge, I saw that maning out. The flickering


    lights of the bar illuminated his body, and through my drunken eyes, I finally made out the color of


    his eyes-amber.


    I took a step forward and tripped over my own feet, falling right into him, and the strong scent of his


    woody cologne mixed with his body heat instantly surrounded me, making my head spin even more.


    "Your eyes are beautiful," I said dizzily, reaching out to touch his eyes, but he quickly grabbed my


    wrist.


    "I want to have sex with you," I said as I freed my hand and touched his chest. Oh, his chest was


    broad, and his muscles under the shirt were firm and stic. I swallowed hard. This was too


    tempting; I wanted to rip his shirt off.


    "I want to have sex with you," I repeated. Then, his hand was on my chin, lifting it as the light swept


    across his eyes, revealing the fierceness and sharpness hidden within the amber. My scalp tingled


    at the danger that his expression revealed.


    "Are you ready?" His lips moved, the intoxicating scent of alcohol escaping them. His gaze grew


    more predatory, his grip stronger. I shivered involuntarily, my instincts screaming at me to run, but


    his arms locked around my soft waist, pulling me forcefully into his embrace. His strength was


    immense, his biceps the most perfect shape I had ever dreamed of, and the raw power made my


    soul tremble even more.


    "I might..."


    But his head moved closer, giving me no chance to refuse, his warm and soft lips pressing against


    mine. My head exploded like fireworks, the dazzling disy blinding me. I lost myself, controlled by


    the direction of his strength, rising on my tiptoes, forced to endure his passionate, fierce kiss.


    It was thrilling. He was so different from Nico, and I was a bit out of sync with his rhythm. My


    inexperienced response left him unsatisfied, and he wanted more, his tongue prying my teeth apart.


    "Mmm..." His tongue twirled within my mouth, sucking my soft tongue, a bit painful and slightly


    numb, the saliva that we couldn''t swallow in time slipping from our intertwined lips.


    I was gasping for air,pletely at his mercy, my brain fogging up from theck of oxygen. My body


    was reacting uncontrobly. The instinct to survive had me pushing against his broad shoulders, but


    my strength was insignificant to him. My feeble attempts only seemed to excite him more. His hands


    roamed under my clothes, roughly kneading the soft flesh at my waist. His rough palms felt like


    electricity coursing over my skin, making me shudder.


    "Stop..." I managed to plead in a brief moment when he paused to breathe, "Let me breathe... Ah!"


    With one hand, he pushed aside my skirt and grabbed my plump buttocks through my underwear,


    lifting me effortlessly. My view suddenly elevated, I felt dizzy, my neck too weak to hold up my head.


    I burped, the smell of alcohol heavy in the air. The manughed, clearly amused.


    He pinched my behind hard. "What''s your name?"


    I was too drunk to withhold anything, "Sienna, and you?"


    "Antonio, I am your man for tonight."


    His determined tone sparked mypetitiveness. "Sienna, I''m your woman," I retorted.


    Antonio paused, then let out a coldugh, sending a chill down my spine.


    "If that''s your decision," he whispered hotly into my ear, leaving me momentarily dazed.


    Suddenly, I felt a chill; my underwear was pulled down, hanging loosely around my ankles. The


    shifting lights of the bar''s dance floor asionally illuminated our corner. Not far from us, scantily


    d dancers swayed seductively, drawing lecherous hands and admiring gazes from the men


    attempting to touch their soft, full breasts.


    Amidst the crowd, my thin skirt was pushed to my waist, my bare legs tightly wrapping around


    Antonio''s narrow, muscr waist. His arousal pressed threateningly against my tender spot.


    "No, not here..." I gasped, my inhibitions dulled by alcohol returning abruptly, "We could go to a


    room... I mean, it''s too crowded here... I..."


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    What was I saying? The growing presence between my legs heated my cheeks, my breath hot, as if


    I had a fever, my nipples hardening.


    Antonio pushed me back against a cold wall, his gaze lustful and dangerous as he advanced. His


    rough fingertips traced the soft skin of my inner thigh, pleased by my shivering response. "I thought


    you''d enjoy showing everyone how you soothe me with your body, Sienna."


    "No," I replied nervously, well aware of the number of people around us. The dance floor was too


    close; just a bit of attention from there and my exposed lower body would be in in view.


    I couldn''t bear the thought of those lewd, disgusting gazes on my thighs. I held Antonio tighter, our


    bodies pressed even closer. I warned him, "You should do what your client says. You are a


    professional hooker."


    Antonio''s expression turned menacing, he frowned. "Hooker?"


    "Hey, Antonio!"


    Someone called out his name. I instinctively turned to look, but Antonio was too domineering, his


    large hand cradling the back of my head, pressing my face into his chest.


    Frightened, I thought about fleeing when suddenly, a gunshot silenced the noisy bar momentarily.


    Chaos erupted immediately afterward with screams, cries, more gunshots, and the sound of tables


    and chairs crashing to the ground all blending together. My mind, still clouded by alcohol, made


    everything feel like a nightmare. I felt Antonio holding me as we rushed through the crowd toward


    the back door of the bar.


    "Where are you taking me?" He set me down, and I realized I was barefoot, having only had time to


    put on my underwear. Now, clutching my high heels, I started to run as Antonio pulled me along. It


    was then I noticed the gun in his hand.


    A gun?


    Suddenly, I realized I might be wrong. Perhaps Antonio was not just an ordinary hooker.

 Chapter 3 Deadly Desire

    Chapter 3 Deadly Desire


    Chapter 3 Deadly Desire


    I swallowed hard, mustering a foolish grin under Antonio''s menacing gaze. "Look, we might have a


    misunderstanding..."


    Antonio snorted coldly, his face dark as he shoved me into his car.


    "No, I was wrong, I was wrong..." Half-sobered by fear, I clung desperately to the car door, "I


    dropped my phone."


    This im made Antonio turn back to help look for it, and in that moment, I seized the chance to


    jump out of the car and run. I hadn''t made it far when Antonio''s grip, strong as a vise, seized my


    arm. A shriek of terror escaped me as I scratched and kicked, trying to break free from his hold.


    Before I could attract the attention of any passersby, he hoisted me up and threw me into the car''s


    cabin. He pulled out his tie, used it to bind my hands behind my back, and pressed a gun to my


    head, threatening, "Be a good girl, Sienna."


    "I was..." My voice faltered with fear, "Please don''t kill me."


    "Of course, we haven''t had sex yet."


    "What... Ah!" Antonio flipped over the front seat, took his ce behind the wheel, and floored the


    elerator, driving the ordinary sedan like he had ap record to break.


    Amid the roaring engine, I thought I heard gunshots chasing us.


    Oh God! I struggled to suppress a scream that threatened to burst forth.


    Who exactly was Antonio? Where was he taking me? Would he kill me?


    Continuous fear and a jumble of thoughts drained my energy. As the dissipating effects of alcohol


    returned, I was dozing off when suddenly my head dipped down-Antonio had slung me over his


    shoulder! My soft belly pressed against his broad shoulder, and my stomach full of alcohol could


    hardly withstand such treatment. Before I could even feel fear, I worried Antonio might just find


    somece to kill me and bury me there.


    "I can''t hold it, put me down, I''m going to throw up... Hey, stop, don''t do that!"


    "Shut up!" Antonio growled, smacking my butt twice more, his teeth gritted in warning, "If you dare


    vomit on me, I''ll shove it back down your throat."


    I retched twice, but clenched my teeth, desperately holding it in.


    Finally, Antonio threw me onto a soft, bouncy bed. I bounced up immediately, pushed him away, and


    rushed into the bathroom to vomit violently.


    Damn it, I never want to drink again in my life!


    I hugged the toilet, vomiting painfully, my mind a mush as I recalled thest time I had been this


    drunk.


    It was on the third anniversary of my rtionship with Nico.


    In agony, I called out his name.


    Someone lifted me from the bathroom; squinting, I saw Antonio''s clouded face. "Who is Nico?"


    I didn''t answer, so he bit my ear.


    "Ouch!" I winced in pain.


    Antonio bit down harder, intentionally causing me pain.


    All these men were just the same! I had had enough!


    "Bastard! Get out!" Ished out, attempting to scratch Antonio''s face.


    His expression grew even darker as he dragged me under the shower, dousing my body with cold


    water.


    The cold water shocked me into a semnce of rity. I wiped my face and cursed at him, "Damn


    it!"


    Antonio cupped my face, leaned down, and bit my lip.


    "Ow... mmm..."


    Antonio took my breath away, the suffocating sensation squeezing thest bit of reason from me. I


    opened my mouth under the force of desire, sharing the scant breath between our lips until the cold


    water cascaded down my naked body. Only then did I realize that at some point, Antonio had


    stripped mepletely.


    "No... we can''t..." I protested, pushing against Antonio''s hand as it kneaded my breast, his rough


    fingertips grazing my nipple, pinching it as one might a bean, then rolling it harshly.


    "Ah!" I moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure electrifying my body, "It''s too much, stop..."


    Despite it being our first meeting, Antonio precisely targeted every sensitive spot on my body, his


    skilled hands teasing me into ecstatic shivers.


    He aroused my desires more than Nico ever could!


    This was scandalous, this was absurd!


    "No, we can''t, I..." I resisted.


    Antonio, grasping my waist and breathing heavily, demanded, "Who am I?"


    "I..." I reached for Antonio''s robust chest, suddenly parched, "Antonio, you are Antonio."


    "Good, remember that, Sienna." Antonio effortlessly carried me from the bathroom, shutting off the


    shower with a flick of his wrist. "I am Antonio!"


    "Don''t..." I pleaded as heid me on the bed, the silky linens entangling me, hindering my any


    movements. "I don''t want this, I can''t..."


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    I tried to crawl away from him as far as possible.


    "Where are you going, Sienna?" Antonio flipped me over, and I inevitably caught sight of his


    imposing manhood, heavily hanging between his legs.


    This was... impossiblyrge!


    Nico always boasted that his was the biggest among men, butpared to him, Nico was merely a


    thin, short carrot.


    Antonio''s hands wererge; his one hand easily pinned my wrists above my head, while his other


    hand roamed, touching my sensitive spots.


    The tingling pain overwhelmed me, tears involuntarily clouding my vision, blurring Antonio''s face,


    though I could feel him losing control. He leaned down, biting softly at my vulnerable neck.


    "Ah, Antonio, stop..." I struggled futilely like prey clutched in a cheetah''s jaws, my body trembling as


    I called out his name.


    But none of this could awaken Antonio from his lustful trance; his hot, moist manhood slid across


    my abdomen, impatiently thrusting upward towards my tenderest spot.


    "I''m going in now, Sienna."


    Antonio, his eyes bloodshot, his hot breath on my corbone, ignited a fire within me.


    "Don''t ¡­ Don''t say it..." I kicked my legs, the hands pinned above my head grasping at the air,


    seeing nothing clearly but feeling everything intensely.


    His thick manhood pushed open the tender flesh between my thighs, inching deeper into my body...

 Chapter 4 Hard Earned Serenity

    Chapter 4 Hard Earned Serenity


    Chapter 4 Hard Earned Serenity


    My excited pussy secreted more fluids, allowing hisrge, purplish-red hardness to push through


    every soft part of me effortlessly. He pushed forcefully, the friction stimting my clitoris until he was


    deep inside.


    We both moaned with pleasure, and Antonio paused, panting.


    As he breathed heavily, my body shook more violently, the feeling of fullness making my vagina


    perceive a threat. It contracted involuntarily, trying to expel the object Antonio had pushed inside.


    But the more my vagina contracted, the more his penis swelled inside me, making me feel it might


    be exploding.


    "Antonio..." I gasped, a cold sweat breaking out. "You need to pull out, you..."


    Antonio''s Adam''s apple bobbed, his body burning as if his blood were boiling. He lifted one of my


    legs to his waist, "You can take it, Sienna."


    With that, he thrust his hips sharply, prating that tenderest part of mepletely.


    The deep thrust made my whole body shudder, my torso arching sharply as I let out a coarse breath


    and a strange moan from my throat.


    It made me feel like I was still a virgin, awkward yet filled with anticipation.


    My body swayed with his thrusts, forced to endure his half-maddened barrage, even my moans


    were intermittent, "Antonio, ah... stop, stop, uh..."Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Antonio surged over me, his fierce member driving in and out, the tender space inside making sticky


    noises every time he thrust. I iled my limbs, trying to struggle, but no matter how I tried to escape,


    I couldn''t evade Antonio''s controlling hands.


    "You''re amazing, Sienna. You are amazing," Antonio groaned in satisfaction, his member still buried


    deep inside me, forcefully hitting every sensitive spot I could ever imagine, forcing out fervent cries


    from me.


    Antonio''s body was not perfect; I meant, it bore many scars, old and new, across his chest and


    arms,plementing the explosive strength of his muscr build, and exuding a raw, dominating


    power.


    Unable to resist any longer, I caressed his wildness, wrapping my arms around his neck and


    reaching to his back, facilitating an even more fierce impact.


    After several hundred intense thrusts, a heat built up in my lower abdomen, the acidic swelling


    inside reaching a peak until his swollen member finally filled my wombpletely, and what


    followed were spurts of pungent semen, fiercely and continuously flooding my womb¡­


    This was the most perfect sex I had ever experienced, and I fell in love with the sensation.


    "Ah!" My eyes widened as I stared at the ceiling, finally passing out amidst the familiar ring of my


    cell phone.


    Finally it was the rm that woke me up.


    I sprang out of bed, the soreness in my body and the persistent fullness in my pussy reminding me


    of the wild lovemaking from the night before, causing my face to pale and then flush.


    Had I really slept with a stranger I met at a bar? It was insane! The sound of running water came


    from the bathroom, and through the frosted ss door, I could vaguely see Antonio''s body, perfect


    like a Greek sculpture. His healthy skin tone, muscr bulges, and perfect abs... His scars did not


    mar his beauty but added a fearsome masculinity. Any woman would blush and palpitate at his


    fierceness and power. He was truly magnificent, Antonio.


    But I still remembered the gunfire fromst night, and my intuition told me he was a very dangerous


    man. I needed to leave quickly. Weakly, I climbed out of the disheveled bed. My body was clean, but


    I couldn''t find my skirt. Luckily, my handbag was still there, so I still had enough cash to cover


    Antonio''s fee, and I could pay for a set of clothes from the hotel wardrobe with the remainder.


    I hurriedly dressed and left before the shower turned off. As I exited the hotel, the curious and


    puzzled looks from the hotel staff and passersby made me realize how inappropriate the men''s shirt


    and trousers were on me. They were toorge, even though I rolled up the sleeves and pant legs.


    The hangover was still there; I needed a coffee. I wanted to go home, take a shower, change into


    somethingfortable and dry, and then get a good sleep.


    Antonio had taken me to a fancy hotel, but the cash I left should cover the cost ofst night. I hailed


    a taxi. What a crazy night! My mind was a mess, but I remembered how I had rushed back from the


    college photography exhibition, nning to surprise Nico, only to receive a bigger surprise from him


    and Livia.


    Then there wasst night, my cheeks still flushed from the intense encounter, Antonio''s muscr


    nakedness, his abs, and more...


    I felt myself getting wet again.


    Stop! Stop thinking about it, Sienna! It was just a one-night stand with a hooker, just a one-night


    stand! A new day had started, it was time to ditch the jerks, forget Antonio, and start anew.


    Rihanna''s song yed in the taxi, pulling my thoughts back as I felt my phone vibrate. I took it out,


    puzzled by the same unfamiliar number that had calledst night. "Hello?"


    "Is this Sienna?" A strange yet familiar voice echoed in my ear, making my body stiffen and


    interrupting my thoughts about my graduation project, "Mom?"


    "Yes, it''s me, it''s your mom." Her voice was still gentle, but there was a hint of tentativeness and


    appeasement, "Come to Phdelphia, Sienna. Val is getting married, and she would love to have


    your blessing."


    Val, Valentina Davis, my younger sister, lived in Phdelphia with our mother after their divorce. She


    was getting married? How old was she now? Before tears could well up, I was shocked by the news


    of Valentina''s wedding. I couldn''t believe it. Valentina was younger than me-she was not even


    twenty this year-and she was getting married? What about her studies?


    "Mom, this is so sudden," I frowned, ncing out the car window at the grey rooftops of the


    suburban homes, "Who is she marrying?"


    "An heir from the Luciano family..." Mom''s tone was light and happy.


    She seemed very pleased with Valentina''s fianc¨¦, but... "an heir from the Luciano family" sounded


    just like some rich man''s son. Our family was quite ordinary, would Valentina really be happy


    marrying into that family? Was it truly her choice? "Did she finish college?" I voiced my biggest


    concern, "I mean, she''s young, and I think education is as important as marriage."

 Chapter 5 Unexpected Kidnapping

    Chapter 5 Unexpected Kidnapping


    Chapter 5 Unexpected Kidnapping


    "I know you''re good, Sienna," Mom''s voice was as cheerful as ever, "I''m so d you care so much


    about Val, you are sisters after all."


    "Don''t worry, dear. Val will live with her husband in New York until she graduates from college."


    Hearing Mom''s assurances, I breathed a sigh of relief.


    This arrangement was perfect.


    I mean, marriage is about freedom, and Valentina wasn''t being restrained just because she got


    married.


    The taxi slowly stopped in front of the vi, and I got out, searching for the keys in my purse while


    still talking to Mom, "I''ll discuss it with Dad."


    "I''m looking forward to your visit, Sienna," Mom almost squealed with excitement, her voice rising a


    couple of decibels, "I''ll have your favorite cream crepes and iced coffee ready."


    Mom hung up quickly. She didn''t seem worried at all that Dad might refuse to attend the wedding.


    I frowned slightly, unlocking the front door. The house was silent; Dad wasn''t home?


    I hung my purse on the rack, kicked off my high heels, and walked barefoot into the kitchen,


    grabbing a bottle of mineral water from the fridge and chugging half of it.


    The cold refreshment jolted my brain, finally cooling the lingering heat of passion. I exhaled a chilly


    breath and made my way upstairs.


    "Dad?" I knocked on the study door on the second floor, "Are you home?"


    The door was tightly shut, no response. Gambling again?


    I felt a mix of anger and the helpless irritation of failed persuasions. Dad was a seasoned gambler,


    terribly unlucky and addicted.


    The year Dad took up gambling, hispany went bankrupt, and the little savings we had were


    used to pay off his gambling debts. We had many fights about it, all ending abruptly with Dad


    mming doors.


    Perhaps I should be grateful that at his worst, he only stole my tuition money, and not took out high-


    interest loans.


    But damn it, I was at my limit; when would he realize that gambling would never make him rich, it


    was a bottomless pit.


    I was so fed up.


    I picked up my phone to call him, trying to keep my tone calm and not start yelling. I needed to talk


    sensibly with him and then tell him about Valentina''s wedding.


    No matter how unfit he was, he was still mine and Valentina''s father.


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    But the phone just rang unanswered until it disconnected, anger rushing to my head.


    "Dammit!" I threw the phone onto the bed. I was sure he was at a gambling table, shouting bets at


    the dealer. Gamblers'' voices were as loud as thunder, easily drowning out any disturbances.


    I rubbed my temples, feeling a sudden surge of physical difort.


    I couldn''t help but curse. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, suppressing the multitude of


    swear words rising in my throat, pulled out pajamas from the wardrobe, and rushed into the


    bathroom to turn on the shower. I wanted to clean myself inside out.


    My legs were weak, my breaths quick and shallow, and suddenly Antonio''s menacing figure shed


    in my mind-the deep purple veins on his thick flesh moving rhythmically...


    A shiver ran through the depths of my womb, releasing a clear fluid as I groaned softly amidst the


    pattering of the shower. My face was burning hot and I kept thinking about using my finger...


    What the hell was I doing!? This was so shameful!


    I turned the shower to its coldest setting, letting the icy water wash over my flushed cheeks,


    reminding myself that the wild night was over, and I had been reborn.


    I shouldn''t dwell on that random encounter, and since Antonio was just a hooker who took my


    money, I shouldn''t have any further entanglements with him.


    I needed to return to my normal life and say goodbye to Nico and Livia. Thinking of them still filled


    my chest with difort.


    I turned off the shower, quickly dried off, and changed into pajamas, my hair still damp as I returned


    to my room.


    I pulled out my nner, reviewing my schedule for the next six months.


    My studies in Mn were nearlyplete, and aside from preparing my thesis and graduation


    project, I''d have plenty of free time. My initial n was to use my part-time job earnings for a trip to


    Seattle with Nico, but now that n was erased from my nner.


    Livia''s birthday was in two weeks; I could cancel the birthday cake I had ordered early, along with


    the spa day and Michelin restaurant reservations...


    I watched as each n was crossed off, my nose tingling, tears swirling in my eyes, feeling both


    foolish and sentimental.


    Forget them, Sienna.


    Life must go on, those scoundrels aren''t worth a moment of my time.


    As I filled my nner with new stuff-attending Valentina''s wedding, traveling, shopping, and finding


    a job-my schedule looked full again, and my spirits lifted.


    Without the burden of paying for Nico''s travel expenses, I would have a more generous budget to


    visit more cities and see the sights I loved. It might actually be a good thing!


    I yawned, tidied up a bit, and crawled into bed, ready for a short nap.


    This nap was deeply refreshing, clearing away all the fatigue and weakness. After waking up, I


    quickly freshened up and picked out afortable, loose cotton T-shirt and light blue jeans.


    As I zipped up my jeans and fastened the metal button, my phone vibrated on the pillow, alerting me


    to a new email.


    Could it be Dad responding to my missed call?


    I picked up the phone and checked my inbox. Nico?


    "There''s something you left here, Sienna."


    I scrolled down.


    Attached was a photo of Nico, holding a nude-colored bra, his half-face buried in it, disying a


    lovestruck obsession.


    That bra was mine!


    My stomach churned, nausea overwhelming me.


    I had never seen this disgusting side of Nico before.


    As I was about to retch from disgust, my phone vibrated again with another email from Nico, this


    time sending a hotel address and a room number.


    "Waiting for you here."


    Go to hell!


    If I had a baseball bat right now, I would smash Nico''s head in!


    I cursed as I blocked and deleted Nico''s email, then logged into FB and Instagram to erase


    everything about him.


    What a disgusting man, scum, vile! What a piece of trash!


    A perfectly good day ruined by a disgusting man, I cursed under my breath, grabbed my purse, and


    prepared to leave the house.


    The house was quiet, only my footsteps on the stairs audible; Dad still hadn''te home and


    wasn''t answering his phone.


    I decided to forget about him for now and went to pick up my camera from the repair shop.


    Just as I stepped out the front door, a ck van sped toward me, screeching to a halt right in front


    of me, and two burly men got out.


    They came at me!


    Instinctively, I turned to run, but they were faster, grabbing my arms from both sides and dragging


    me toward the van.


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    Chapter 6 I Am A Prostitute Now?


    Chapter 6 I Am A Prostitute Now?


    I Was Kidnapped!


    Just as I was about to scream for help, one of the men covered my mouth.


    "Mmm... mmm!" My muffled curses were stuck in my throat, unable to escape as they dragged me


    by the arms toward a dark van.


    The pain was unbearable, the fear overwhelming. In desperation, I bit down hard on the hand over


    my mouth, and a disgusting taste of blood filled my mouth.


    "Ah!" The man cried out in pain and withdrew his hand.


    Spitting out the bloody saliva, I kicked and thrashed. "Who are you? Why are you doing this? Let


    me go, let me go!"


    "Bastards!"


    "Hold her tight, don''t let go!"


    They hadn''t anticipated my fierce struggle. Losing their grip, I managed to break free momentarily.


    They cursed and yelled as they chased after me, but I couldn''t outrun them and was dragged back


    into the van.


    "You dirty whore, run then, run!" The man I had bitten twisted my arm viciously behind my back. I


    felt it might snap.


    "Bastards!" I screamed in pain, my legs kicking, my upper body twisting under their control,


    sweating profusely from the struggle. My hands were tied behind my back, and my eyes blindfolded.


    With my sight blocked, my other senses sharpened. I heard the loud m of the van door, and the


    driver starting the engine. The van then pulled away, taking me and my captors with it.


    Breathing heavily, strands of my hair clung to the side of my neck, tickling me. A gnawing fear made


    my heart race.


    "Is it Nico? Or Livia? Did they send you?" I curled up, trying to ignore the men seated beside me.


    I couldn''t help but fear the worst.


    "No matter who sent you, you''re obviously doing this for money." I tried to remain calm, attempting


    to negotiate, "How much do you want? I''ll pay, just let me go."


    The men shared a look and scoffed, "You can pay? How much can you pay?"


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    I bit my lip. I couldn''t.


    Though my family was once affluent enough to afford a two-story mansion in the wealthiest district,


    that was before my father became addicted to gambling. Since then, our financial situation had


    plummeted. My tuition fees were often overdue until I could start working part-time and earn


    schrships to somewhat ease our burdens.


    Over the years, most of my earnings went towards Nico and my studies, leaving little left.


    But I couldn''t let them sense my desperation, so I bluffed, "Yes, I have money, I-ah, it hurts! Let me


    go, it hurts so much!"


    Enraged by my lie, one man grabbed my hair, forcing my head back, "If you had money, would your


    father be willing to sell you?"


    "Actually, Vince looks pretty decent, and his daughter turned out pretty with these big breasts and a


    nice ass. She''d fetch a good price."


    The man groped me, and I shuddered, my eyes wide beneath the blindfold. Who sold me? My


    father? My father sold me?


    My mind was tense, each passing second a torment, and it felt like an eternity before the speeding


    van finally stopped.


    The driver mmed the door, came around to the back, and dragged me out, handing me over to


    another person.


    A pungent smell of cheap perfume hit my nostrils, and I sneezed twice before hearing the driver say,


    "Get her cleaned up, treat her wounds, change her into clean clothes, and take her to room number


    three."


    Sensing danger, my body instinctively crouched. "I won''t go, I won''t! This is kidnapping, a crime! Let


    me go, I don''t want to go!"


    I screamed and fought back madly, biting anyone who tried to pull me along. Perhaps tired of my


    noise, a woman drenched in cheap perfume pped me and said, "What nonsense is that? Now


    that you''re in Pink Ind, do you think you''re still some good girl? A crime? What''s that!?"


    "What is this Pink Ind Club? I don''t know this ce, I don''t know, I was kidnapped, I don''t want to


    be here, let me go!"


    "Your name is Sienna Corsetti, Vince Corsetti is your father, right?" The woman lifted my chin,


    blowing smoke in my face.


    Choked by the strong nicotine smell, tears streamed down my face as I coughed, refusing to


    answer her.


    I couldn''t bear to think what my father, Vince, might have done to get involved with these people.


    Kidnapping, Pink Ind, human trafficking!


    One possibility struck me. Oh God, were they the mafia?


    "Your father owes our boss money," the woman persisted, revealing a staggering figure, "80 million


    dors."


    I gasped. Eighty million dors?


    An astronomical sum that even selling me wouldn''t cover!


    "Impossible, I don''t believe it!" I yelled, my soul screaming inside me. I couldn''t possibly


    acknowledge such an enormous debt.


    Lies, all lies. They were traffickers, and they must all be lying to me!


    "Liar, you''re all liars!" I shouted in disbelief, "I won''t believe a word from traffickers and rapists. You


    better let me go soon, or I''ll call the police, I definitely will!"


    "Call the police?" The womanughed as if she heard a joke, covering her mouth yfully. She


    yanked off the blindfold covering my eyes and pped a note in front of me, "Look, your father


    wrote this, and we have even his signature and thumbprint!"


    As my eyes adjusted to the light, I strained against the difort, reading each word on the note,


    my body trembling with each line until my gazended on thest part of the note.


    The name Vince Corsetti was oveid with a vivid red thumbprint, a scar cleaving almost entirely


    across the pad, leaving a distinct gap in the fingerprint pattern.


    I knew what that was. It was the scar on my father''s right thumb, from many years ago.

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    Chapter 7 Last Hope


    Chapter 7 Last Hope


    I stumbled backward in shock, my heart sinking into an abyss as if dragged down by a heavy


    weight, darkness clouding my vision, nearly causing me to faint. Vince, my father, truly owed 80


    million dors! What should I do? How could I possibly repay such a sum? I...


    In a snap, the tightly wound nerves in my mind broke. I couldn''t exin my actions, but before I


    could think, I threw myself to the ground, grabbed the note from the woman''s hands, tore it up,


    shredded it, and stomped on it until it was buried in the mud. The note was gone. Was that enough?


    The bodyguards behind the woman moved to stop me but were halted by a gesture from her.


    She was a stunning woman with fiery red curls cascading over her pale, bare shoulders, her beauty


    so striking that it was hard to look away. Holding a cigarette, she exhaled a stream of smoke and


    said, "How amusing."


    With a disdainful nce, she saw right through me. "Do you think by destroying this note, the debt


    of 80 million dors simply vanishes? How naive!"


    Her scathing mockery turned my face crimson. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I endured her


    ridicule. With a p of her hands, the bodyguards nodded respectfully at her signal, exited, and


    quickly returned, dragging in a man with a bruised face.


    As soon as he entered, he cried, pleaded on the ground, and crawled toward the woman, still


    crying, "Please let me go, Alessia. I have no money left. Go to my daughter, she has money, she''s


    beautiful, she can make you a lot of money..."


    "Dad..." The man on the ground, crying and begging, stabbed at my heart with every word.


    The harsh reality forced me to ept that my father had gambled away his fortunes and was now in


    debt. But selling me to cover his losses? I would never believe this before today! His cries stopped


    as he looked up at me, shoulders hunched. I thought he might be afraid to face me, feeling guilty,


    but when his eyes met mine and recognized me, his dull eyes suddenly brightened, "Sienna, save


    me, save your dad, Sienna."


    "Alessia, look at my daughter, how beautiful she is. Isn''t she prettier than any girl in the club? Take


    her with you, she can earn you a lot of money, I''ll use her to settle my debts, okay?"


    "You bastard, what did you say!?" I couldn''t believe such shameless words were spoken by a father


    and I screamed and lunged at him.


    He grabbed my hands, his eyes wild, "Sienna, don''t be afraid, it''s no big deal, just sleeping with


    men. You don''t even have to do anything and you earn money, why not? Just follow Alessia, and


    once Dad wins some money, I will take you home, okay?"


    I cried and cursed at him, "You animal!"


    Alessia coldly ordered the bodyguards to separate us. My father was dragged away, and I was


    taken to another room.


    Inside, two maids, Russian in appearance, robust and tall, not unlike Alessia''s bodyguards, pinned


    me to the bathroom floor, stripping off my clothes. The shower''s powerful jets assaulted my body,


    causing intense difort and pain.


    "Stop, it hurts!" I choked, lying helplessly on the cold bathroom floor, unable to turn over, as the


    maids harshly scrubbed my body. The ambiguous marks left by Antonio the previous night turned


    even redder under their rough hands.


    "Look at these marks, how wild," Alessia said with folded arms, leaning against the bathroom door,


    watching as the maids scrubbed me over and over. "Clean that hole too; even if it''s been used, we


    need to provide our guests with a clean environment."


    Biting my lip, I shuddered with each wave of humiliation. This was too insulting! I won''t let you get


    away with this! I''ll kill you! I...


    My eyes widened as I saw the reflection in the mirror, the woman with nothing but hatred in her


    eyes, it was me...


    After feeling as if severalyers of skin had been scrubbed off, Alessia finally let me be. The maids


    dragged me out of the bathroom, wrapping my body in a thin slip dress.


    The dress was thin and could hide nothing; my nipples and pubic hair were clearly visible.


    Desperate for something to cover myself with, I found the room devoid of any fabric, not even a


    bedsheet.


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    What should I do? I paced frantically around the room, searching for anything to defend myself with.


    Nothing on the bed, nothing on the table, and nothing in the cabs. I tried the door handle, but it


    was locked.


    What am I supposed to do? Who will save me?


    Click!


    The sound from the door made me freeze; goosebumps covered my skin-it was over,pletely


    over.


    ncing around the small room, it became obvious the only ce to hide was the bathroom. As the


    door swung open, I immediately turned and darted into the bathroom, mming and locking the


    door behind me, then retreating to the farthest corner.


    I heard the man who entered the room curse loudly, quickly discovering my hiding spot. He cursed


    again as he banged on the door, while I hunched down, frantically looking for anything in the


    bathroom that could be used as a weapon.


    Shampoo, body wash, even the hairdryer had been removed. The detachable showerhead was also


    gone, leaving the bathroom spotlessly clean. My eyes drifted to the full-length mirror fixed to the


    wall with steel screws, covering half the wall.


    I knew I couldn''t pry it loose...


    As I stared at the mirror, lost in thought, the man outside grew impatient and yelled for the


    bodyguard, who kicked the bathroom door open with one powerful strike. The door shattered before


    my eyes. As terror seized my throat, I bit down hard on my tongue, the pain and the taste of blood


    momentarily suppressing my screams.


    "Damn it, bitch, what is she even pretending for in this ce? Go get her," the man outside raged, a


    plump middle-aged man that made my stomach turn.


    As the bodyguard approached menacingly, I held back my disgust and pleaded weakly, "Wait, just a


    moment!"


    "I, I..." My throat worked nervously as I swallowed hard, my eyes flicking to the mirror, secretly


    nning how to shatter it.


    Suddenly, a familiar figure shed in the mirror''s reflection.


    It was Antonio!

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    Chapter 8 Almost Raped


    It was really Antonio!


    The door opened wide to the hallway, and the mirror perfectly captured his figure. Could he be one


    of the male escorts working here? My confusion was overwhelmed by the sheer relief and


    excitement of recognizing him-I would be saved, I could escape.


    "Antonio! Stop! Antonio, wait, don''t close the door..." I tried to chase after him, stepping over a mess


    of things on the floor, but the bodyguard, following the fat man''s gesture, shut the door, and Antonio


    did not turn back at my calls.


    I was stopped by the fat man, who pushed me back to the bathroom floor, my extremely short skirt


    failing to cover my backside. The fat man ogled my breasts lecherously, his swallowing audible,


    "You are truly beautiful, baby."


    I pped him hard, and the man covered his reddened cheek, his murky gray eyes filled with anger


    and malice. He retaliated with a p that rang my ears and left me dizzy, choking me and mming


    me against the wall.


    The suffocating pain made me struggle wildly. The fat man cursed in my ear, "Filthy whore, damn it,


    how dare you hit me! Can I fuck you now, huh? Can I fuck you now?!"


    Driven by a desperate will to survive, I grabbed his head and mmed it forward. The force caught


    him off guard, smashing his head against the floor-length mirror. It shook violently but didn''t break. I


    seized the moment of his astonishment to smash his head backward again.


    Crash! The mirror broke, shards cutting into the back of his head, blood smearing the wall. "Filthy


    whore!" He clutched the wound on his head, his expression vicious as he lunged at me, "I''ll kill you!"


    I quickly grabbed a piece of the broken mirror and stabbed it into his thigh. The sharp ss cut my


    palm as well, but it also wounded his leg. The fat man screamed, his cheeks quivering with pain.


    Themotion alerted the bodyguards at the door who burst in, shocked by the bloody scene, and


    hurriedly tried to separate us. "Fuck her, fuck her up, damn it!" the fat man cursed, clutching his


    wound.


    Bang! The room door was kicked open. The fat man, twisting his face to the intruder, was silenced


    by the gun in the man''s hand. I hadn''t realized it was Antonio who had entered; I only heard the


    deafening gunshot-bang!


    The bullet pierced the brain of the bodyguard lying on top of me, brain matter and blood sttering


    my face. I watched in shock as half his head burst open, the nightmare in my mind shattering into


    rity.


    I forgot to scream, forgot to be afraid, but I couldn''t forget the look in Antonio''s eyes as he draped


    his coat over my naked body-fierce, ruthless, and tinged with pain. "Close your eyes," Antonio''s


    voice was low and harsh, yet strangelyforting.


    I leaned against him, my vision dark, but my heart warmed. Antonio''s strong arms lifted me, carrying


    me away as the bodyguards gasped in fear and the fat man cursed.


    The fat man managed to curse out loud but was quickly silenced by a kick from Antonio. Antonio''s


    voice was icy, "How dare you touch my woman?"


    Alessia, hearing the trouble upstairs, appeared, barely standing as she gripped the doorframe,


    "Boss, she''s the new girl at the club!"


    Antonio''s gaze swept over Alessia, full of threat. Alessia bit her lip, silenced by fear.


    Boss? The realization that Antonio was Alessia''s boss-and thus the owner of Pink Ind and the


    casino-hit me hard. He was a high-ranking member of the mafia!


    Oh my God! My one-night stand wasn''t just some hooker from a low-end bar but a mafia man! What


    had I gotten myself into?


    Despite my efforts to control my fear and panic, my body couldn''t help but tremble in Antonio''s


    arms. Antonio clearly felt my shivering, his icy gaze falling on the fat man.


    Realizing Antonio''s identity, the fat man quickly became fearful, "We alle to the club to have


    fun, not trouble. Since you likes this bitch, she''s yours, please."


    I could feel Antonio''s chest rumble with a suppressed, mockingugh, filled with scorn. He didn''t


    even deign to look at the fat man again, coldly ordering Alessia, "I will leave your guest to you."


    "I understand, boss."


    I couldn''t see Alessia''s expression, but I could hear her venomous voice. Her gaze probably hadn''t


    shifted from me, sharp as a knife, wishing she could stab me.


    Antonio carried me through the dim corridor to the elevator, taking us to the top floor. As soon as the


    elevator doors opened, Antonio quickened his pace, carrying me into a bathroom and setting me


    down in the bathtub.


    "Are you scared of me?" Antonio looked down at me from above.


    I tugged at the coat around me, enveloped by its strong woody scent, as if Antonio was holding me


    from behind, providing a sense of security. Yet, as I looked up into Antonio''s bloodshot eyes, fear


    and timidity took over.


    His gaze was too fierce, like a wolf eyeing its prey.


    I wrapped the coat tighter around myself, "Please let me go, the money... I will pay you back."


    Recalling the eighty-million debt, I had no confidence in my promise, but I knew I had to leave as


    soon as possible. I couldn''t stay here any longer.


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    Antonio, expressionless, flicked the hot water switch above me. Steamy water began to pour down,


    soaking the bathtub and me. I slipped, falling back into the tub, my elbow striking the cold ceramic,


    a dull pain shooting through me.


    A suppressed chuckle came from above as Antonio effortlessly grasped my chin, forcing me to look


    up at him. His amber eyes held a dark, frightening intensity, "Pay me back? With what? With the


    money you left behind this morning?"


    He emphasized the words "this morning" heavily, his fingers gripping my chin tightly. I cried out in


    pain, his thumb pressing against my swollen lips.


    "They''re swollen."


    It was a chillingly calm statement, yet it made every hair on my body stand on end.


    I knew why my lips were swollen-it was because of that fat man!


    I struggled to free myself from Antonio''s grip, using my hands and feet to crawl to the other side of


    the tub, eager to leave immediately.


    Just as my hand was about to reach the edge of the tub, I heard the ssh of water behind me-


    Antonio!


    He emerged from the water, pressing against my back, his hot hands roaming over the delicate skin


    of my waist.

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    Chapter 9 Now A Toy


    Chapter 9 Now A Toy


    Fear spread through my body, and arge hand reaching from behind pushed me into the bathtub.


    I didn''t realize when the tub had been filled with water, but it was drowning me. In my panic, I iled my arms and legs, clutching desperately at Antonio''s arms like they were a lifeline.


    Gasping, I blurted out a plea, "I was wrong, Antonio, I really was. I didn''t know you weren''t a hooker... no, no, I mean I shouldn''t have looked for one in the bar, please let me go, I-"


    Antonio, that devil! He paid no heed to my pleas, scrubbing me from head to toe underwater, washing away the stench of blood and the sickening scent of perfume. He treated me as if I were a cat he owned,pletely disregarding my protests, and washed me thoroughly with ease. Only when my breathing became ragged and my skin turned red did he finally lift me out, wrapping me in arge robe and carrying me over his shoulder to the bed.


    I had no strength left to resist Antonio, my limbs weak as Iy across his thighs while he dried my hair. The loud noise of the hairdryer echoed in my ears, and the warm air rxed my nerves. Antonio''s body still bore a faint woody fragrance. I slowly closed my eyes, my breathing evening out against the warmth of his thigh.


    At first, I didn''t notice anything wrong with the position until Antonio pressed me down into the soft,fortable bedding. "No, Antonio," I protested, blocking his hands as he tried to untie my robe, refusing his advances, "I''m not that kind of woman, I really am not..." I bit my lip, struggling to say the word, "prostitute."


    "When you mistook me for a hooker, I never thought of you as a prostitute," Antonio said gently, caressing my cheek, his body temperature making my face flush.


    He knew! I hated myself for being so foolish to think he was just a regr hooker. Despite my resistance, I had to admit, Antonio would be an exceptional lover. He was perfect when tender yet rugged and wild.


    "I apologize, Antonio," I said, shaking my head, trying to escape from beneath him. "Are you rejecting me, Sienna?" Antonio''s eyes narrowed dangerously.


    I gritted my teeth and nodded, "Yes, I admit it."


    Antonio punched the pillow beside my head, startling me as I looked into his dark, turbulent eyes. "Do you know who you''re refusing, Sienna!" He got out of bed, his sudden rage frightening me, tears appearing in my eyes, "I..."


    "You can''t refuse me, Sienna!" Antonio approached, towering over me. "Your father owes me 80 million dors, and with your financial capabilities, you sure can''t repay this debt anytime soon. No worries, just be my mistress, and you won''t have to pay it back!"


    Mistress? My eyes widened with humiliation and resistance. "No!" I said sternly, "I refuse."


    Antonio grabbed my chin, his anger real this time, his grip leaving marks on my cheeks. "Refuse me, and how will you repay my 80 million dors? Will you follow the casino''s deal with your father and sell yourself on Pink Ind as a prostitute?"


    "Being your mistress, how is that different from being a prostitute?" I yelled back in humiliation.All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.


    "There is a difference! Being a mistress to me alone, and being a prostitute for all the patrons of my club." Antonio threatened, "It''s up to you, Sienna. You will make the right choice, won''t you?"


    Anger shook my body, and I pounded my fists against his chest, "You bastard!"


    "I will show you how merciful my


    offer is," Antonio hissed into my ear. He liked the feeling of carrying me over his shoulder, a fact that shamed me-I felt like a sex dol


    my struggles


    moved at his whim, all my struggles futile. .


    Antonio carried me into another room, windowless, with dim lighting and bare walls, the air cold and tinged with the smell of blood. I sat L


    in hisp until my father was


    dragged in, crying bitterly. Then I


    understood what Antonio intended.


    Antonio caressed my waist, his breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine, "You can refuse. But your damn father''s hands, his feet, even his life..."


    "Damn it!" I cursed bitterly.


    My father, well aware of the casino and Antonio''s cruelty, turned pale, scrambling over to grab my robe, "Sienna, save me, save your dad..."


    My robe tore slightly, exposing my long, fair legs to all eyes, and Antonio''s face darkened, "Chop off his hands!"


    "No! No! I''ll pay, I''ll pay... I really don''t have the money... Sienna! Sienna..."


    As Antonio''s bodyguards dragged


    my father out of my sight, I watched the long streaks of blood on the floor, deeply aware of the fate he might face. My father was a greedy gambler who had destroyed our home and my life, and he didn''t deserve my sympathy. But Valentina...


    She and I would lose our father. My hatred for his irresponsibility didn''t mean I wanted him dead. I tried to recall any signs of his past love for Valentina, for me, and for my mother.


    "I..." I began, the taste of bitterness spreading in my mouth, "I agree..."


    "What did you say? I didn''t hear you," Antonio leaned in close, his amber eyes filled with mocking certainty, a p of assurance across my face.


    My cheeks burned, and I dared not meet Antonio''s eyes again, afraid that the venom and hatred in them would provoke him to greater madness-this would serve me no good.


    "I agree to be your mistress," I said, closing my eyes, my words deliberate and clear, biting each syble, "as long as you spare my father." Antonioughed, his mood brightening instantly with my agreement, "I''m d you''ve made the right choice. You''re not beyond hope, Sienna."


    He signaled to his bodyguard, then scooped me up in his arms amid my cries of rm, "I need to inspect my property, please me, Sienna, let me see that my 80 million dors are well spent."


    His words were degrading, and I longed to throw a cup of iced coffee in his face, to curse him as a despicable wretch, but I couldn''t.


    I pushed against his chest, my expression cold, "I need to ensure my father''s safety. And 80 million dors can''t buy my entire life. I need to sign a contract with you, setting a time limit."

 Chapter 10 Deadly Contract

    Chapter 10 Deadly Contract


    Chapter 10 Deadly Contract


    "You''re setting a time limit for me?" Antonio raised his eyebrows, a curious expression on his face as he looked down at me.


    His gaze made me ufortable, as if he was looking at an ant trying to shake an elephant. I clenched my teeth and nodded, "Yes."


    Antonio pulled me into the elevator, his bodyguard following and pressing the button for the top floor.


    "Fine." The elevator doors slowly closed, and Antonio''s handsome face remained expressionless, his demeanor serious, "But I only ept negotiations within a reasonable range, Sienna, and this is a privilege I''m granting you."


    His high-handed charity made me feel humiliated. My soul screamed hysterically to fight Antonio to the death, but in reality, I could only cling to thest shred of sanity, squeezing out mypromise through clenched teeth, "Six months."


    "Six months?" Antonio chuckled lightly, hisughter casual and effortless, but I detected a hint of mockery, even his bodyguard stealthily shot me a mocking nce.


    I felt embarrassed, my face burning hot, and even breathing felt difficult. Why must I endure such humiliation?


    "Six months, or just kill me and my father!" I red back at him.


    Antonio stared intently at me. I was nervous inside, but unwilling to show weakness, I stared back with wide eyes as if the first to break this tension would lose.All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.


    But I had no confidence at all. Antonio was a mafia boss; he could simply snap his fingers, and my father and I could be killed tonight at the club, no need for a burial.


    As Antonio''s silence grew longer, the fear of the dark world and unease retook my heart, and I regretted setting such a firm condition.


    The elevator descended to the underground parking lot, where Antonio''s driver brought the car around. The car door opened, and Antonio ced me in the back seat.


    He propped himself against the car roof and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a honey-toned chest, the previously abstinent elite man now seeming more like a yboy delighting in teasing women, "One year."


    One year was too long. I wanted to say "no," but reason stopped me in time. Just to be Antonio''s mistress for one year, and $80 million in debt would be erased. But... the thought of bing his toy, his outlet for lust, made even a single day unbearable.


    I cautiously nced at Antonio''s expression, my stomach filled with butterflies.


    No! I will find a way to pay off the debt and leave early.


    "Fine. But I have one more condition."


    Antonioughed in exasperation, grabbing my shoulder, "Don''t push your luck."


    I sweated from the pain, "This is thest one."


    Antonio looked deeply at me, finally releasing my shoulder, "Speak."


    My shoulder felt numb, taking a while to recover, "From today, do not allow my father to enter any of the casinos or clubs under your name. If he does, kick him out."


    "You''re not afraid I''ll beat him to death?"


    I pressed my lips together, heart hardened, "If $80 million can''t make him quit gambling, then you might as well kill him."


    ...


    I sat in the spacious back seat of the Bentley, spreading my hands for the club''s doctor to apply medicine.


    "Keep it dry, avoid heavy lifting, and change the dressing regrly..."


    As I nodded, I couldn''t help but nce outside the car, where Antonio flipped through something on his bodyguard''s phone, one hand holding a cigar.


    I admitted Antonio was an exquisitely handsome man, likely a regr at the gym given his perfect body proportions, broad shoulders and narrow waist... even those fashion models in Mn would pale inparison.


    Too bad he was a mafia, inherently tangled with danger, terrorism, and crime. No matter how perfect his build, he wasn''t a good choice for a husband.


    The doctor wrapped my hands in thick white bandages, turning them into cumbersome paws. I tried to bend my fingers, but they were stiff and unmovable.


    "It doesn''t seem that severe," Iined to the doctor, asking if he could wrap the bandages thinner to make movement easier.


    The doctor denied my request, "Take precautions in daily life, avoid crowded ces, be mindful not to bump into anything."


    I poked my head out of the car, struggling a bit, "But..."


    Antonio pushed me back, firmly stating, "Just do as the doctor said."


    I rolled my eyes and shifted to the other side of the car as Antonio closed the door and told the driver an address.


    It was a high-end residential area in the city center, far from my family''s small vi. I immediately realized it was Antonio''s apartment.


    I had already agreed to be Antonio''s mistress, and now he was taking me to his apartment-I knew what would happen next.


    I was a bit scared and nervous.


    Images fromst night''s madness


    shed through my mind: Antonio''s firm waistline, the hot sweat, our intertwined breaths, and the constant soft squelching sounds from my lower half...


    Heat surged from deep within my body like a spring, coursing through my veins, making my face feel hot and my limbs go weak.


    I admit, my body was very satisfied with his services that night, but now the situation was different, and I was filled with fear for the future.


    Was it toote to escape now?


    As the Bentley drove into the garage, I swallowed hard, and by the time I gathered my thoughts, Antonio had already gotten out of the car and came around to open my door.


    My heart jerked, and I stared nkly at the suddenly gentlemanly Antonio, then the next second-


    "Get out." Antonio urged me.


    Good, my heartbeat returned to normal in a second.


    With my hands unable to exert strength, I had to scoot towards the car door and jump down.


    I followed Antonio to the top floor of the apartment.


    The moment the door opened, I thought Khad entered another hotel with its high-end, ck-and-white decor, but it couldn''t hide the cold, lifeless feel, not resembling @lived-in ce at all.


    But the ashtray on the living room coffee table, magazines tossed in the corner of the sofa, and coffee stains on the gray carpet indicated signs of someone living here.


    Antonio bypassed the living room and entered the kitchen to peek inside the fridge, "Want something to drink?"


    "Ah, for me?" I fiddled with the tie of my robe, standing awkwardly in the living room. I wanted to decline, but changed my mind at thest moment, "Please, a whiskey."


    Antonio was surprised at my request for whiskey. "I thought you might want something else." He showed me his fridge, "Maybe you''d prefer a low- alcohol apple cider?"


    I felt belittled. Am I really that bad at drinking? No, I had once outdrunk three male colleagues at a gathering!


    "No, I want whiskey!" I needed the


    strong alcohol to fuel my courage. Tonight was my first night as Antonio''&mistress, and I didn''t want to appear too timid in his bed. believed my timidity would someday be a weapon for him to use against me, and I couldn''t allow that.


    "Alright, I respect ady''s decision." Antonio shrugged, took out the whiskey and an ice bucket, and reached into a cab for a ss.


    He dropped ice cubes into the ss, the amber liquid of the whiskey flowing over them, much like the glint in his eyes. Antonio pushed the ss towards me across the bar.


    I approached the bar, reached for the ss under his guidance.


    I tried to be graceful, but the bandages restricted my movement, and I had to use both hands to hold the ss.


    Maybe my posture was tooical, as Antonio couldn''t help but burst outughing. I red at him fiercely, and his expression flitted before he awkwardly stoppedughing.


    "I''m going to take a shower."

 Chapter 11 Learn To Be A Mistress

    Chapter 11 Learn To Be A Mistress


    Chapter 11 Learn to be a Mistress


    As soon as Antonio left, the oppressive ustrophobia that filled the room dissipated, revealing the true spaciousness of his upscale apartment.


    I sat on a high stool at the kitchen bar, sipping whiskey carefully while taking in the details of Antonio''s home. As a graduate student at Boston University''s School of Art, art appreciation and fashion design were mandatory courses in my curriculum.All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Despite my disdain for the cold, morgue-like design of Antonio''s ce, I had to admit it was a masterpiece.


    From the overallyout of the space to the aromatherapy on the TV stand, everything was ced with meticulous precision, as if measured by a ruler. It was like observing the habitat of someone with obsessivepulsive disorder!


    I scoffed internally, finishing off the whiskey in my ss. When I reached for the bottle again, I realized I was in trouble-I had forgotten how many drinks I had, but I knew it was half a bottle! No wonder my head felt dizzy and my cheeks were hot.


    I belched, heavy with the smell of alcohol, leaning heavily against the bar, my head spinning as the room seemed to twirl around me in jest.


    Antonio emerged from the shower, and as I cradled my head and looked over, I saw his scar-riddled, bare torso. My gaze swept over his firm eight- pack abs and the clean lines of his hips, ending at a pure white towel...


    "You look disappointed?" Antonio''sughter echoed in my ears, his breath hot and ticklish.


    I reflexively scratched my ear and denied emphatically, "Not at all! Everything will be mine soon when we get to bed!" The alcohol blurred my senses; I thought I heard Antonio speak, yet perhaps not. He pinched my flushed earlobe, walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down half the bottle.


    He drank hastily, and the excess water spilled from his mouth, trickling down his distinct Adam''s apple, across his chest, and abs, disappearing into the white towel at his waist.


    For some reason, I felt a sudden fear and thirst. I couldn''t help but step back from the bar. That step seemed to awaken a sleeping beast. Antonio put down the water bottle and strode toward me.


    "Ah! Antonio, you bastard, put me down!"


    The familiar sensation of being airborne came again as Antonio hoisted me onto his shoulder, his firm shoulder pressing into my abdomen painfully. Antonio ignored my protests, carrying me upstairs and directly into the bedroom at the end of the hallway, where heid me on the bed. The bed wasrge and soft, the silky sheets making me feel like a beached fish, unable to escape from beneath him. He easily restrained my hands with one hand.


    I gasped and struggled as Antonio drew the sash from my bathrobe, tying my hands to the bedpost. "Don''t tie me up, Antonio, l-I''ll obey you, please don''t tie me up."


    "Stop moving, Sienna," Antonio whispered, kissing me. "Take care of your hands."


    "No, I... mm..." Antonio captured my lips with his, sliding his tongue into my mouth as I tried to protest, entwining our tongues, leaving me surviving on the scant air he breathed into me. "Antonio..."


    He peeled open my loosely fitting bathrobe, his warm lips kissing my cool skin, sending shivers through my body. My eyes, heavy with intoxication, gasped for air, my bound hands wanting to grasp something tangible to anchor the floating desires.


    Antonio kissed my corbone, his hand kneading my breast, "You need to learn to please me, Sienna."


    "I..." I gasped, wanting to embrace him, but unable to move, I could only re at him in frustration. "My hands are tied, how can I please you? Please my ass!"


    "Then use your ass to please me." Antonio lifted my legs around his waist, raising my hips so that my lower half was suspended in the air.


    I let out a hoarse cry, my somewhat swollen lower body immediately pressing against a firm object.


    I knew what it was; under Antonio''s sway, it gently prodded my legs, rubbing against the tender insides of my thighs, bringing a faint pain with each movement. "Stop, stop rubbing," I cried out in pain, the skin on the inside of my thighs was already delicate, and his thing was so rough, the movements so crude, it was bound to chafe.


    As I resisted, the bedroom''s extension phone suddenly rang, giving me a moment of relief. "The phone, Antonio, stop..." I gasped. "Ignore it." Antonio pped my buttocks twice, "Baby, shake your butt,e on! Get me in!"


    "I can''t, oh... slow down, slow... Antonio..." I called out his name helplessly, mind numbing pleasure and pain mingling at the root of my thighs.


    I twisted my wrists ufortably,


    trying to grasp something but


    l.nez


    finding nothing, feeling an itch in both my heart and legs. "Antonio.. murmured his name, my legs trapped around his waist, rubbing, trying to close but failing. "I''m here, Sienna." Antonio kneaded the flesh of my buttocks, pinching my clitoris, his rough hands electrifying, leaving a trail of tingling, sour delight.


    I couldn''t help but tremble and plead with Antonio, "Please, let me go..."


    "You should be begging me to fuck you harder, Sienna," Antonio squinted at me, enjoying the pitiful look of me trembling and crying from desire, "I still prefer the way you invited me to fuck you at the bar, so seductive, Sienna."


    I wasn''t sure when the ringing of the bedroom phone had stopped, the spacious room now only filled with thescivious sounds of Antonio nibbling on my nipples and my suppressed moans. My eyes, soaked with tears, the urgent ring of the phone seemed like a signal, pushing my pleasure to a peak in an instant.


    I moaned, a sweet, sticky fluid


    surged from deep within my body, soaking the bedsheet below. Breathing hurriedly, I copsed weakly onto the debauched bed. Antonio dipped his fingers in


    sticky fluid, pulling them an the


    to


    draw ascivious silver thread, chuckling softly, he lifted my legs, "Your body is amazing, Sienna. You are even more sensitive than I


    imagined. Come, open your eyes


    and look at me."


    Antonio''s voice softened, beguiling me, "I love your eyes, I love how they stain with desire for me."


    "Wait, wait a minute, Antonio..." I struggled to escape from beneath him, but he was poised and ready. Just then, the relentless ringing of the phone abruptly stopped, followed by an urgent knocking at the door, "Boss!"


    Antonio''s thrust halted, his breathing quickened, "You better have something important!"


    The person outside didn''t dare any dy, "Mr. Enzo asks you to take the call." Antonio cursed coarsely, quickly climbing off me and pulling the nket over my body. He didn''t rush to dress, picking up a towel from the floor and wrapping it around his lower body, he took the phone from the bodyguard''s hand, "Grandfather..."


    The door was shut behind him by Antonio, andy back on the soft bedding, desire still churning within me, unwilling to subside. I rubbed my legs together and exhaled heavily, the smell of alcohol rising, leaving me somewhat dazed could hear Antonio pacing in the hallway outside, seemingly agitated, muttering angrily into the phone. I was too tired, only faintly catching a word, "engagement"...

 Chapter 12 My Brutal And Contradictory Employer

    Chapter 12 My Brutal And Contradictory Employer


    Chapter 12 My Brutal and Contradictory Employer


    Engagement? Who''s getting engaged? Antonio?


    "If the princess agrees, I have no objections," Antonio said as he pushed open the door, his voice tinged with irritation as he hung up the phone. "I have urgent matters to attend to."


    He walked over, swiftly untying the sash around my wrists before spinning around to change into fresh clothes from the wardrobe. "Stay here tonight. I''ll have the driver take you home tomorrow. Where do you live?"


    "No! I-" I shifted, my arms aching and awkwardly pulling the nket up closer. I didn''t want to stay, "Could I borrow some clothes? I want to go home." "It''s alreadyte," Antonio reminded me, his voice carrying a dangerous undertone as he leaned in close. I recoiled in fear, his scrutinizing gaze intensifying as he forcefully pinched my chin. "What do you think this ce is? Your personal brothel? Come and go as you please?"


    The pain in my jaw sharpened, and my breathing hastened from fear. I always forgot our roles. I was no longer a client but merely an essory to him, constantly reminded that I was nothing more than a prisoner marked with his shackles.


    Avoiding his gaze to keep my humiliating tears at bay, I whispered, "Alright... I just want to go back."


    My handbag had been lost during the abduction, containing my phone, ID, wallet, and the receipt needed to reim my camera-all missing. These were important, yet now their whereabouts were unknown.


    Rage built inside me, threatening to burst forth from my throat. Why must I endure this miserable life? "Keep calm, Sienna," I reminded myself. Provoking a mobster would do no good. "I just had some things to take care of, my school..." I tried to keep my tone low, though a hint of defiance slipped through.


    "You''d better not entertain that thought," Antonio said, slowly fastening his cufflinks. "Your legs are beautiful. They are meant to wrap around my waist, not broken on your walk home." His threat wasced with a perverse jest, truly fitting of his ruthless mobster demeanor.


    "You ... F-" I choked, unable to finish my sentence as his grip tightened around my neck. "A good mistress must learn manners!" he rasped. Only after I nodded obediently did he release me. I coughed twice, rubbing my neck-his grip was firm, yet not as harsh as the man from yesterday. It felt almost yful, a twisted form of intimacy.


    As he dressed, I couldn''t help but observe. His physique was impressive, the broadness of his back resembling a shoreline as he slipped on a white shirt, his skills in bed undeniable. Lost in my thoughts, Antonio suddenly threw back my nket.


    "Ah! What are you doing?!" I screamed.


    He held my ankle, his thumb caressing my foot bone through the thin skin, and then he leaned in to kiss it, his demeaning posture strangely menacing. "Don''t even think about running, Sienna. You wouldn''t want to know how the mob deals with runaway ves."


    Was he threatening to break my legs if I tried to escape? Antonio didn''t borate; instead, his fingers traced my sore throat from yesterday''s encounter. His touch made my body tremble with fear, yet I couldn''t resist, and his expression darkened. "Don''t let others touch you. Remember, you serve only me!"


    His fury was evident as he irritably tucked me back into bed, leaving without a goodbye. You could at least give me a shirt! Am I supposed to sit here naked all day? Is this his kink? His methods of torment were more than just cruel.


    Realizing I had no rights even to clothing as his captive, I couldn''t contain my anger. I decided to search the wardrobe.


    This was clearly Antonio''s residence, his closet filled with shirts in various colors, matching jackets, and trousers. I grabbed a shirt, its hem just long enough to cover my butt. Dressed, I felt slightly relieved but didn''t stop searching-I needed to get out, I needed underwear.


    After searching the room, I found only a torn bra in the corner of a nightstand. The extent of its damage suggested a fierce struggle-it must have belonged to one of Antonio''s mistresses, unwashed.


    I couldn''t possibly wear it. I threw it in the trash, the only appropriate way to handle garbage. But this also proved my search futile. Without proper attire, I couldn''t leave Antonio''s apartment.


    His scheme had seeded.


    I sat on the bed, arms crossed, pondering my next move. Antonio had mentioned a driver would take me home tomorrow; the driver would likely bring me clothes.


    Lying back, I stared at a pattern on the white canopy, lost in thought. My handbag was gone-lost in the neighborhood? In the van? Certainly not in Pink Ind.


    Could I ever recover it? Without the repair receipt, the shop wouldn''t let me take my camera. Silently, I prayed that my friend Chiara, the manager at that repair shop, hadn''t gone on vacation yet.


    I needed to buy a new phone to


    contact Chiara and get a


    recement bank card. Speaking of which, remembered my part-time job''s payday was approaching. had nned to use that money for a trip, but now that had to be postponed.


    I had to settle my debts first, to break free from Antonio''s clutches. Being a mobster''s mistress was dangerous, especially for an ordinary college student like me without a proper job.


    I needed money-a lot of it. I could sell the family vi and get a smaller ce, or rent somewhere. There was my schrship, but what other assets did we have? Maybe a million dors? Compared to the 80 million dors, it was a fraction. That was all the money I had.


    I had to think of a way to make more money. Thanks to my father, we were cklisted by banks, making loans impossible. Maybe I should find a formal job...


    Antonio''s promised time to let me go was probably just to appease me. I couldn''t trust a mobster to have any real honor, nor did I want to be priced and kept like a prostitute.


    I still wanted to attend my graduation exhibition, take photos with my friends, go to the graduation ceremony, and then travel. I wanted to visit Mn... All those ns were disrupted by that damnable betrayal, my father''s gambling debts, everything gone awry.


    Suddenly, the door was knocked loudly, my breath and heartbeat quickening again. Was it Antonio? Had he thought of a new way to torment me?Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    But before I could n my next move, a strange voice came from outside, "Miss Corsetti, Boss has prepared some clothes for you. They''re at the door."


    Antonio had prepared clothes for me? He was letting me go?!


    I jumped up from the bed, mayber too quickly, and jabbed my hand against the mattress. I winced as pain shot through my palm. I hurried to the door and pulled it open.


    The bodyguard was just cing the clothes on a stool outside the door. Surprised at the door opening, he paused but quickly regained hisposure, "The driver is downstairs, ready to take you home whenever you''re ready."


    The relief was overwhelming. I gratefully took the clothes from his hands, "Thank you, Mr. Bodyguard."


    "Just call me Vincent, Miss Corsetti," he said with a cool expression.


    "Alright, Vincent. Just give me a moment. I''ll be right out," I replied, closing the door and taking the clothes into the bathroom to change.


    Considering my hand was injured,


    Antonio had thoughtfully prepared a


    loose-fitting tracksuit for me. He


    even picked out a sports bra, front-fastening due to my condition-considerate of him, even if


    his motives were questionable.


    This saved me a lot of trouble. Though without the support of an underwire, my figure appeared less ttering, making me look more like his yoga instructor than a mistress.


    Dressed and ready, I wasted no time. I opened the door and quickly headed for the staircase, light and voicesing from below.


    "This time I''m going on the business trip with Boss," I heard someone say, "I definitely need to attend Boss''s engagement party."

 Chapter 13 Does He Treat Every Mistress This Way?

    Chapter 13 Does He Treat Every Mistress This Way?


    Chapter 13 Does He Treat Every Mistress This Way?


    Engagement Party? Is Antonio really getting engaged? To that mafia princess? How can someone, already engaged, still seek mistresses for fun? Such men, unfaithful to marriage and love, disgust me. Any remnants of my fantasies about him, perhaps a case of Stockholm syndrome, were nowpletely erased.


    Feeling uneasy, I sat on the stairs, reflecting. Just yesterday, I was furious over Livia stealing my boyfriend, but now, I found myself the intruder in another''s rtionship. I realized the danger I was about to face; being engaged to Antonio meant she was likely also a mafia member.


    I''ve seen mafia shows; they scorn thew. What if she finds out I''m Antonio''s mistress? Would she have me killed? Or would she kidnap me, scar my face, and leave me to her bodyguards'' mercy?


    Distressed and agitated, I scratched my head, pondering the feasibility of refusing to be Antonio''s mistress anymore. Vincent spotted me and stood at the bottom of the stairs, asking, "Why won''t youe down?"


    Startled, I nodded and stood up. He kindly introduced his twopanions, "This is Matteo, and this is his brother Dante. They will drive you home." "Miss Corsetti." Dante appeared much moreposed than Matteo, who couldn''t take his eyes off me since he saw me. Previously, such gazes of curiosity and scrutiny didn''t bother me, but now, knowing that I was Antonio''s mistress, these unabashed stares felt humiliating. I red back, displeased.


    But jesus, maybe this Matteo had something wrong in his head, when he noticed my re, he simply grinned foolishly. Dante, perhaps embarrassed by his brother''s behavior, apologized, "You don''t have to mind him; he''s not right in the head."


    I wouldn''t argue with someone mentally unsound, so I followed Dante and Matteo to the elevator, descending to the underground parking. Dante drove a McLaren, with him and Matteo in the front seats, and I opened the door to the backseat, lined with a plush cushion. There, I found two paper bags, one containing my handbag!


    How did my handbag end up here? Dante, buckling his seatbelt, turned to me, "Boss had it retrieved for you. Check if anything is missing."


    My phone, bank cards, ID, and camera receipt were all there. Except for a new scratch on the back, the handbag was undamaged, a relief I hadn''t dared hope for.


    "Nothing''s missing, thank you so much."


    "We just did what our boss said." Dante started the engine and drove out slowly, "There''s also a new Herm¨¨s handbag aspensation from Boss." I recognized the distinct pattern of the Herm¨¨s logo on the other bag. A brand new Herm¨¨s bag worth two hundred thousand dors, just handed out by Antonio? Was he this generous with every mistress?Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    "Thank him for his kindness; it is beautiful." My eyes drifted from the logo, testing the waters, "I think it might suit his fianc¨¦e better."


    "You know our boss''s fianc¨¦e too?" Matteo turned around, leaning on the back of the front seat, "Have you seen her? Is she really as beautiful as Snow White from the fairy tales? I heard she''s excellent at riding and shooting, a perfect heiress..."


    A sharpshooter and a mafia heiress? How formidable was Antonio''s fianc¨¦e, and would she really shoot me?


    Damn Antonio, did he even realize the danger he was putting me in? No, I couldn''t be his mistress any longer; I had to break it off soon.


    I could sell my used car, despite it being so rundown that it might not fetch even a hundred dors. My photography, I could ask Professor Falcone to help find a buyer, no matter the price. My handbags, some were new; they weren''t designer but could still bring a few thousand dors...


    Matteo continued babbling until Dante, seeing my displeasure in the rearview mirror, gave Matteo a warning look, "You talk too much, Matteo." "What, I''m just curious." Matteo retorted, "Last time you guys should never have left me behind. You saw her, and I didn''t, it''s not fair..." "Shut up!" Dante finally snapped, "Sit properly."


    Matteo muttered a curse butplied.


    Dante was a steady driver, and after two hours, we finally arrived at my doorstep.


    "We''re here, Miss Corsetti." Dante opened the car door for me, "Boss said to keep your phone on; he might contact you directly if needed."


    No need for Dante to rify what ''need'' meant; I already understood.


    I fumbled for my keys, entered my house, and switched on the hall light. The door closed behind me, and soon the sound of the engine faded; the Dante brothers had left breathed a sigh of relief and rxed; he had not confined me like in the mafia movies, but allowed me to be a mistress free toe and go. Yet, I knew I couldn''t escape his control. He didn''t need to lock me up; a mere gesture from him, and I would obedientlyply.


    I began to despise him.


    The house was quiet, the entire second floor dark. I didn''t know where my father was; he didn''t answer his phone, and it infuriated me. But I was too tired to care anymore; I needed a good night''s sleep for a busy day ahead.


    In the middle of the night, my phone rang-it was my father.


    "Did you ask the casino to ban me? You''ve grown bold, bitch. Is it because of Antonio? And you dare ignore me now!" His words were venomous. "The gambling debts you''ve umted are up to eighty million dors, and you still dare to gamble?" I shouted into the night.


    "Just once more, let me try one more time. I''ll win it all back, then we''ll be free," he pleaded desperately on the phone. His tone was manic, "Antonio listens to you, he must like you, Sienna. Speak to him for me, just give me one more chance."


    Regret washed over me; signing that mistress contract for Antonio at my father''s behest was a mistake. He was willing to sell his daughter to the mafia, even taking pride in it, Was he still my father? I never wanted to see him again-he was consumed by devils.


    He even boasted about me being a mistress. How could I face my mother and Valentina after this?


    Refusing to listen to his disrespectful requests any longer, I hung up and turned off my phone. I pulled the covers over my head, trying to find sleep again.


    But sleep eluded me; I tossed and turned until dawn. Looking into the mirror, I saw the dark circles under my weary eyes.


    After a quick wash, I changed clothes and began my usual morning run around the neighborhood. Before leaving, I messaged Professor Falcone, asking him to find buyers for my photography.


    My palm''s wound had healed.


    I ran my routine route, passing the fountain at the neighborhood entrance, the residents'' leisure area, and the small children''s yground. I remembered bringing Valentina here when my parents were still married; she loved ying on the slides in her pink princess dress, clutching her teddy bear.


    The slides had changed designs several times since then, and Valentina was about to get married. Reflecting on how quickly time passed, my phone rang. It was the real estate agent.

 Chapter 14 Mad Father

    Chapter 14 Mad Father


    Chapter 14 Mad Father


    "Hello, Miss Corsetti," said the real estate agent, dressed in a crisp suit and tie, as he rang my doorbell. "You can call me Austin."


    I stepped aside to let him in. "Feel free to look around. I hope to get an appraisal as soon as possible."


    "Of course, we''re all professional and you can definitely trust us." With my permission, Austin began to inspect the first floor to facilitate the appraisal. During this time, I received a call from Bert.


    Nico''s nonsense was infuriating, but it didn''t affect my rtionship with Bert, who was a very good friend of mine.


    "Sienna, I heard from my father that you''re nning to sell the paintings you stored in his studio?" Bert asked as soon as I answered the phone. "This isn''t like you. Are you in some kind of trouble?"


    I didn''t want Bert to know about my current predicament. I knew Bert''s family was financially stable, but $80 million was not a small amount I could simply ask my friends for-it could be a bottomless pit.


    "Indeed, there''s a situation, but it''s not trouble," I said, stepping quietly away from the living room to avoid Bert hearing the agents'' conversation. "My sister Valentina is getting married, and I want to give her a wedding gift."


    "What kind of wedding gift needs that much money?" Bert sounded skeptical.


    I chuckled bitterly. "I''m not Professor Dom, Bert. My works don''t sell for high prices."


    "Don''t put yourself down, Sienna. My father has always said you''re the most talented student he ever taught. Your work is not inferior to anyone''s; you justck fame," Bert paused, then continued, "Formal notification hasn''te through yet, but I can give you a heads up. The Brera Academy of Fine Arts in Mn is nning a joint exhibition in New York, and Boston University is one of the co-organizers. They will provide three spots for current students and faculty to exhibit their works."


    "Brera Academy?" My God, what did I just hear? The Brera Academy in Mn was a ce I dreamed of going.


    If there were a mirror in front of me, I could see my eyes light up instantly.


    "Is this true, Bert?"


    "I wouldn''t lie to you, Sienna," Bert assured me. "If they use your work, you might also make it onto the school''s exchange list for a two-year program in Mn. That''s been your dream, hasn''t it, Sienna?"


    "Yes, but I..." I clutched my racing heart, imagining my works gaining apuse and praise at the exhibition, earning me a spot to study at the Brera Academy-my dream school. But reality forced me to sober up; such rare opportunities don''t just fall into one''sp; they belong to those who are most talented and willing to pay the price.


    "I don''t know if I can," I pinched my thigh, using the pain to dispel unrealistic fantasies from my mind. "Are there any conditions?"


    "The universities co-hosting the exhibition spots n to run a three-month intensive course. Top-ranking students get exhibition eligibility. The cost for this intensive course is about $30, 000. Your schrship has been approved, so paying this fee shouldn''t be a problem," Bert exined. "This opportunity is very rare, Sienna."


    "I know, but I..." I wasn''t sure if I could participate. The intensive course meant no contact with the outside world for three months, which was too long. If Antonio couldn''t find me, there''s no telling what he might do. And $30, 000 was a significant amount for me.


    "You need to think this through, Sienna," Bert urged. "This opportunity is really rare. If you want to achieve your dream of studying in Mn, you must seize it."


    How could I not know? This was probably the closest I''d evere to my dream, to the Brera Academy. But the steep tuition, a debt of $80 million, and Antonio were like mountains blocking my path, keeping me from moving forward.


    My hesitation worried Bert. He urged me to think it over carefully, and I promised I would, thanking him before hanging up.


    The weather today was beautiful, the sky blue with a few white clouds. I sat in a wicker chair in the yard, staring nkly at the flowers and nts.


    I wasn''t really thinking about


    anything; my mind was nk,


    unaware of time passing. I must have sat there for a long time, the midday sun brighter than in the morning. I squinted my eyes, and suddenly, loud arguing came from inside the house.


    It was Dad!


    I jumped up from the wicker chair and rushed inside.


    My father looked like he hadn''t slept all night, still in his clothes from yesterday, his hair ubed, looking as disheveled as a homeless man, but he was strong, and when he got angry, no one could hold him back.


    ret


    "Who the hell wants to sell the house? Who gave you permission to sell my house? Get out! All of you, get out!" My father was extremely rude as he kicked and punched, grabbing Austin by the hair to drag him out, but his erratic gambler''s schedule made him stumble, and he staggered about to fall.


    He plopped down on the ground and started to rant, "You pushed me. You''re going to kill me! You damn bastards, thugs, bandits! You break into my house just to rob me. I''ll call the police. I''m calling the police!"


    "What are you doing now?" I couldn''t stand to watch any longer, I ran in to stop him from embarrassing himself further. "Where have you been drinking all night? Go and take a shower, sleep it off, and stop making more troubles."Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    "Let go of me, you''re not my


    daughter, you don''t care about me, you get out all of you get out!" Dad shoved my hand away, pointing at my nose and cursing, "No manners, bitch, you don''t care if your father lives or dies, what right do you have to sell my house. You became a mistress, and then what? You think that makes you some high-ssdy?!"


    Being insulted like this in front of others, I was so mortified that tears welled up in my eyes. Antonio must have told him. I clenched my fists tightly to keep from losing it.


    "I''m very sorry, Austin." I apologized to Austin. "We''ll stop here for today, I''ll contact you another time, okay?"


    "No problem, Miss Corsetti." Austin straightened his tie, which my father had yanked askew, and gave a perfectly measured look of concern at my father, who was now sitting on the ground.


    "Sure, sorry. He prefers sitting there." I forced a smile and saw him out the door.


    When I returned to the living room, my father seemed even more intoxicated, slumping on the floor bonelessly, spewing infuriating drunken gibberish.


    My chest heaved with anger, and I turned and walked into the kitchen, fetched a full basin of water, and threw it right in his face.


    "You''re looking for death!" He wiped his face, cursed with a dirty word, and charged at me furiously.


    He aimed a p at me, so I swung the basin from my hand onto the floor, "Come on then, kill me if you want. Who else will pay off your gambling debts if you kill me!"

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    "Do you even have the right to ask why I''m selling your house? I''m doing it to pay off your damn gambling debts!" I should have let him die on Pink Ind, and he dares call me a whore. Just for whom I became a whore?


    "You''re useless!" He said, leaning on the back of the sofa to keep from falling, his disheveled appearance and bloodshot eyes reminded me of the word "demon." "Even after sleeping with Antonio, you couldn''t gain any benefits. How did I raise such a useless thing, a waste! If it were Valentina, she would have..."


    "How dare you bring her up? How dare you!" I swung the basin at his head and body, hitting him until he ran around screaming, "You don''t deserve to be our father!"


    He protected his head, confronting me across the sofa, "I am still your father, how dare you hit your father!"


    Breathing heavily with fury, I wished I could hit him more, "I''ll sell the house, the car, all the valuable items to pay off the debts. You can choose to disagree, but if the casino peoplee and threaten to chop off your hands or feet, I won''t say a word."


    I walked past the sofa, catching a glimpse of my drunken father, now fearful, and a surge of disappointment and grievance overwhelmed me. How many times have I asked myself, why is my father such a gambling, drunken mess?


    Where had the affectionate father gone, the one who would lovingly call me his precious daughter, the one who would carry me and Valentina on his shoulders?


    I wiped the tears from my eyes and returned the basin to the kitchen. With no mood to cook lunch, I grabbed my handbag and went out to retrieve my


    camera.


    I had contacted a buyer on Facebook who agreed to buy my second-hand car for $3,000. After some bargaining, the final deal was set at $2, 800. The deal was to take ce near Chiara''s repair shop, where I arrived early to pick up the camera first.


    The shop assistant, a chubby girl with braided pigtails and freckles on her nose, greeted me with a cute smile. "You finally came, my boss has been talking about you every day."


    As I looked at the posters in the shop window, she beckoned me inside, "There''s a joint photography exhibition. There are schools in Mn, New York, and Boston. Interested? I''ll let you in on a secret, our boss has some tickets for the show."


    She cheerfully took the receipt from my hand to fetch the camera, "Have a seat and a cup of coffee while I get this for you."


    The shop was small, filled mostly with repair equipment, except for a ss cab at the back disying new cameras, including the ALPA I had always admired.


    "Every time youe, you look at that camera. Why not just buy it?" Chiara teased, leaningzily against the counter.


    "You''re still hoping to boost your sales, huh?" Iughed, "Maybe one day when I have the money, I''ll definitely buy that ALPA."


    "Just one ALPA isn''t enough; you should get a few lenses, like choosing clothes in a dressing room," Chiara joked, "How about this one? A hundred and fifty thousand. Is it iced coffee?"


    "I wish I were rich," I smiled, taking the coffee from Chiara, "Thanks."


    "You broke up with Nico?" Chiara sipped her coffee, her eyebrows raised.


    She had beautiful emerald green eyes. I stared into them, slightly dazed, "Yes, I was just about to tell you... how did you know?"


    "Nico has been showing off with


    Livia everywhere, iming he dumped you, bragging like it''s something to be proud of,


    scumbag Chiara cursed, poking my head with her red-painted fingernail, "I told you before, Nico wasn''t a decent man, he flirts with all those students, and that Livia, she looks just like a whore. You treated them like treasures, and now look, they''ve betrayed you!"


    "I admit you were right, Chiara." I confessed to Chiara, "Believe me, I am even more furious. If it weren''t illegal, I''d kill Nico and my past, but unfortunately, murder is against thew. So don''t get mad over such scum, throw him out like garbage, God will punish him eventually."


    "I''m d you can think like that, Sienna." Chiara clinked her coffee cup against mine, "Let''s drink to you finally getting rid of that jerk and starting a new life."


    I forced a smile, swallowing the bitter coffee. I couldn''t let Chiara know that I was in a situation worse than being betrayed by a scumbag; she''d go crazy.


    "Now that you have no worries, why haven''t you epted Bert''s invitation to the photography exhibition?" Chiara nced towards the poster at the door, puzzled. "Even if you don''t get the chance to study in Mn, it''s a great opportunity to gain recognition."


    The shop assistant brought over my camera and handed it to me. I


    thanked her and with a weary smile told Chiara, "Bert just agreed this


    morning to let me think it over "met


    had only been a morning, and he had already sought Chiara to persuade me. I was cautious, mentally reminding myself to be careful with my words.


    "We all know," Chiara shrugged, "Mn is your dream, and you''re hesitating when such a great opportunity is in front of you. That tells us you''re in trouble. Aren''t you going to talk to your friends about your troubles, Sienna?"


    Chiara''s attempt at a casual tone eased my tense nerves a bit, "There are some troubles, but I can handle them, please believe me, Chiara." Chiara frowned, worry evident in her emerald eyes, "Are you sure, Sienna?"


    I nodded firmly.


    "Alright." Chiara trusted me deeply, "If there''s anything you can''t handle alone, you must reach out to me and Bert."


    "Of course, you both are my good friends." I packed the checked camera into my bag and signed my name on the receipt, "I have some things to attend to, I need to leave now."


    "I''m flying to New York tomorrow, call me if you need anything." Chiara took the receipt and walked me out.


    After parting with Chiara, I met the buyer, and after having the car professionally inspected at a shop andpleting all the paperwork, it was already


    dark.


    I took onest look at my


    second-hand car and left the


    dealership without looking back. It ¡Á


    was time to find a ce for dinner Looking at the $2,800 just credited to my bank ount, I swallowed hard, feeling a pang of regret. Once I clear my debts, once I have money again, I''ll definitely buy a Better car...


    "Hmm..." Suddenly, hands came from behind, covering my mouth and dragging me backward, panic of being kidnapped enveloped me, and I instinctively elbowed backward.


    My back hit a broad, firm chest, and a familiar sharp woody scent engulfed me.


    It was Antonio!

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    Chapter 16 Desire In His Car


    Chapter 16 Desire in His Car


    "Fuck!"


    When Antonio''s smiling face entered my line of sight, I blurted out a loud curse.Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    I had forgotten his advice that a mistress should always have manners!


    "Who do you want to fuck?" Antonio pinched my face hard enough to leave a mark, causing me intense pain.


    Furious and overwhelmed, I swatted his hand away and shouted back, "Fuck you!"


    My revulsion now surpassed my fear.


    The area around us fell silent, and followed by a snicker, Matteo gave me a thumbs up. Even his brother Dante couldn''t bear to look directly at me. It was then I realized the foolishness of my outburst. My face turned both red and white, a mix of embarrassment and fear.


    I sneakily nced at Antonio, whose face had darkened, but to my surprise, heughed despite his anger and grabbed my waist tightly.


    "I''ll give you another chance. Who do you want to fuck?" It seemed as if one wrong word and Antonio would really pin me down right there. Terrified, I quickly responded, "You fuck me, you fuck me!"


    Antonio chuckled, took the camera bag from my shoulder, and handed it to Matteo, then almost dragged me forward. I was terrified, clinging to his arm, refusing to move. "Where are you taking me? Help!"


    "To a hotel to fuck you," Antonio replied matter-of-factly. "Or would you prefer I do it right here?" He nced around at the people and traffic, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I didn''t know you had such tastes."


    My face flushed as I tried to break free from his grip. "Let go of me!"


    "Stop squirming!" Antonio pped my rear and warned in a low voice, "Move again and I''ll really fuck you!" Nothing was beyond the Mafia; public humiliation was a minor concern. I dared not resist further and let Antonio drag me to his car.


    Dante drove, Matteo fiddled with my camera in the passenger seat, and the divider between the front and back seats was lowered, making the rear space more private. The enclosed space smelled strongly of Antonio, making me shift ufortably.


    As my back almost touched the car door, Antonio grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his embrace. "I quite like your fearful expression; your eyes are like blue crystal beads," he said, pinching my chin to make me look up, easing his ess to bite my neck. His other hand, gripping my wrist, moved toward his groin, where his arousal was evident. "I like the tremor of your body; it shows you are anticipating me. Are you thinking of me?"


    The heat and size of his arousal made my hand jerk away, and my body trembled. "Bastard!"


    "What is it like to be fucked by a bastard?" Antonio was undeterred by my curse; in fact, it seemed to excite him more. He bit heavily into my neck. I cried out from the pain, sure it would leave a mark. "Don''t... don''t bite," I tried to push his head away.


    He deliberately bit harder, the sharpness of his teeth threatening as they mped onto the flesh of my neck, causing me to gasp in pain.


    I didn''t want to make any noise; I didn''t want the brothers in the front to know what was happening, though such a secret seemed unnecessary to hide.


    "You don''t have the right to refuse me." Antonio kissed me, passing the metallic taste of blood to my mouth. I unconsciously clutched at his shirt, forced to endure his passionate kiss.


    "Don''t touch me ... Antonio..." I suddenly thought about Antonio''s fianc¨¦e; he was about to be married, and here I was, doing what I despised most- moaning beneath another woman''s fianc¨¦.


    I felt humiliated and dared not moan loudly, only shaking my head desperately under his pressure, pleading, "Take your hand out, ah!"


    His fingers were kneading my private parts, and a tingling sensation crept deep inside my body along his submerging fingertip.


    My body began to weaken, and my fair skin gradually blushed under his touch. Tears of pleasure clouded my vision, and I faintly heard the familiar squelching sounding again from my lower part.


    The fear of being discovered by outsiders stimted my brain, and the irresistible pleasure overwhelmed my senses.


    Antonio removed his fingers from my body, and when he parted them, they were still wet and connected by obscene strands. "Your body at least is more honest than your mouth, Sienna."


    I bit my lip hard, my eyes reddening. I was furious, and opening my mouth to bite him, he pinched my chin, preventing me from closing my mouth properly. "Behave, and you''ll suffer less."


    After humiliating me, he threatened me! I muttered a string of curses, but Antonio just mocked me like a small pet, his eyes filled with scorn. Finally, he stuffed his fingers into my mouth and stirred around.


    I tried to spit them out but couldn''t. Instead, my face was smeared with saliva. I was furious, "Asshole, mmm..."


    "Still want to bite me, huh?" Antonio looked at me with a cold smirk. In that moment, even his gaze felt icy.


    Antonio was warning me. If I continued to defy him, he would kill me. Members of the Mafia despised thew and were merciless. They would not be kind because their opponent was weak.


    Finally, I copsed weakly into Antonio''s arms. He hadn''t really got into me, and I didn''t understand why he was holding back, as if he was still taming his prey.


    I had only had a cup of coffee earlier, and I was famished, my stomach growling loudly. Fortunately, this time Antonio hadn''t ripped my clothes.


    He truly treated me like a pet, even yfully helping me dress afterwards, then mockingly chuckled.


    My face burned red as I covered my hungry stomach and slid off Antonio''sp, my parted thighs brushing against his groin. The contact made him stiffen instantly, and I heard Antonio inhale sharply, his gaze changing.


    I quickly covered my rear and scooted to the car door, shaking my head in panic, "I can''t do this, I really can''t, not here!"


    Antonio narrowed his eyes, the amber orbs swirling with dark desire, "Come here."


    "I can''t..."


    "Sienna!" Antonio''s voice was threatening, "The first thing a proper mistress must learn is to obey."


    How could I have forgotten? I was Antonio''s mistress now... Humiliated, I bit my lip and slowly crawled towards him on my weak limbs. Antonio swiftly pulled me onto hisp, making me straddle him back-to-front. His sizable arousal pressed against me, and I dared not move. "Why are you running?" Antonio scoffed coldly, his fingers unbuttoning my blouse and slipping inside to pinch my breast.


    While teasing me, he spoke casually


    through the car''s voice system to


    Dante. I was too distracted by his


    e


    hands on my chest to listen to their


    conversation, so when the car


    stopped in front of an Italiano


    §Ö


    restaurant, I was still dazed.


    "Button up," Antonio said, noticing the men''s stares in the restaurant before I did. He frowned slightly and shielded me as I fastened my blouse.


    The driver opened the door, and I scrambled to tidy my disheveled hair and hurried out of the car.


    "Sit here." Antonio led me expertly to


    a table, pulled out a chair like a gentleman, and even pressed his hands on my shoulders as he ced the menu before me, whispering close to my ear, "What would you like to eat?"


    Outside, he acted like a considerate lover, but I knew every action of his had a motive of dominance; he was an excellent trainer.


    I ordered a Panzane and Italian smi, while Antonio chose a te of spaghetti with meat sauce and braised veal shank.


    I began to take in the restaurant''s


    decor-ssical Baroque style, with


    crystal chandeliers and carpets, even the ornaments appeared to be genuine antiques. The atmosphere, filled with fluent Italian speakers, almost convinced me I was actually initaly.


    "I had no idea such a wonderful restaurant existed!" I covered my heart, regretting what I had missed.


    Antonio gave me a meaningful look, "As long as you like it."

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    Chapter 17 "I''ll be making full use of you."


    I couldn''t decipher Antonio''s expression and wanted to ask, but my better judgment told me to refrain. Antonio was a mafioso, a fact I had to keep in mind at all times-everything about him was perilous, and I needed to stay away from his life.


    Our meal was served promptly. I ate the sausages on my te in silence, asionally stealing nces at Antonio with the corner of my eye. He elegantly sliced the veal shank, tenderly cing the juiciest piece at my lips.


    I hesitated when I saw it, and he maintained his gesture, waiting for me to bite. As more people turned their eyes towards us, a tingling sensation crept up my scalp, and I felt exposed under their gaze, but Antonio seemed unfazed, his eyes increasingly domineering.


    I shivered, battling internally under his gaze, realizing I was subconsciously submitting to him, yet I knew I shouldn''t. Antonio was patient. He stared at me until I relented, hastily biting into the meat. The delicate beef burst with rich juices in my mouth, and even the vors could not hide away the natural taste of the meat, making me want to devour it entirely.


    "Delicious!" I eximed, my eyes sparkling, unaware of Antonio''s fierce, warning nce around us.


    He tasted some low-alcohol apple cider, then suddenly lifted my chin in the dim light, offering me a sip. His tongue swirled in my mouth, "Indeed, it''s delicious."


    I felt the envious and teasing eyes of men and women on us, my face burning with a mix of shame and silent thrill. I realized Antonio unted me unabashedly as his possession, using it to humiliate me, pushing me to total submission.


    Yet, infuriatingly, my Stockholm syndrome red-I feared him yet depended on his attention. As Antonio kissed me, his face bathed in a soft glow, he seemed angelic, mesmerizing. I constantly reminded myself not to drown in this false affection, a maniption tool of the mafia.


    Meanwhile, my heart raced abnormally.


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    If we were a normal couple, I couldn''t have enjoyed the admiration of men and the jealousy of women. But standing with Antonio, I became the center of attention.


    I pinched my thigh hard, the sharp pain bringing me back to reality-I had to stay alert and not fall too deep.


    This dinner was not an easy one eventually; Antonio''s never stopped with his feet and hands under the table, but I dared not make a move.


    After leaving the restaurant and the public gaze, I felt sweat covering my body. The food was delicious, but I''d rather eat McDonald''s fries and burgers or a pizza-l swore never to return.


    "I should go home," I said weakly to Antonio, testing my refusal to fulfill the mistress''s duties.


    Antonio scoffed, stopping my hand as I tried to hail a cab. "I gave you enough time for personal matters, thinking you''d adjust to this role. You should be undressed in my bed by now, not continually thinking of escape."


    I knew Antonio wouldn''t let me go easily. I argued, "Even a regr employee has the right to sick leave."


    "Are you sick?" Antonio scrutinized me. "Tell me, maybe I can do something for you."


    I crossed my arms, cursing his pervert obsession.


    Antonioughed heartily, turning me around to push me into Dante''s car. "Your feisty demeanor is cute, Sienna, but remember your role as a mistress. I''m satisfied with today''s trial; I''ll be making full use of you."


    He was infuriatingly arrogant. Am I some product he can order anytime for a trial?


    "I need to pack; I have things I need," I tried to dy.


    "I believe that camera is all you own. My apartment has everything, including clothes for a mistress; I''ll arrange it as a proper employer," Antonio''s frame blocked my path, cutting off my escape.


    I didn''t want to agree, but the crushing debt of $80 million weighed on me like a mountain-I feared my refusal might provoke Antonio''s violent mafia nature.


    So, I endured, keeping my voice even softer, disgusted by my own words: "Please, let me go home to rest and pack. I still have some files for my graduation project on myputer."


    Antonio, uninterested, toyed with my camera, viewing the photos. When I saw some with Nico, I snapped, "Give it to me!"


    Antonio easily held it out of reach, his expression cold. "Who is this man? Your boyfriend?"


    "It''s none of your business."


    "Manners."


    "He''s... my ex-boyfriend."


    Antonio''s expression softened slightly, tossing the camera back to me, which I caught in a half-crouch.


    "Delete it. I don''t want to see my mistress with another lover."


    Muttering under my breath about his hypocrisy-he had many mistresses, yet demanded my fidelity-I looked at Nico''s photo, realizing I would have deleted it anyway.


    Antonio seemed disinterested in further confrontation, instructing Dante to take me home. He watched me enter before driving away. Damn it, I realized I was out of shower gel.


    I quickly changed, grabbed my wallet and keys, and stepped out in my slippers to the local supermarket, which had my usual brand of lemon mint shower gel. Luckily, I grabbed thest bottle.


    "Would you like some gum to make exact change?" the cashier asked politely.


    I nced at the gum shelf, not finding my preferred vor. "No, I should have some coins."


    I rummaged in my cluttered wallet, pulling out a few bills. As I did, two $1 coins fell and rolled away. I sighed, bending to pick one up. As I reached for the second, another hand swiftly grabbed it and handed it back to me.


    S


    I looked up, startled, and felt an inexplicable surge of unease.


    He was imposingly tall, with broad shoulders and towering height. His deep, ck eyes scrutinized me rudely, sending a chill down my spine. I quickly thanked him and hurried to leave.


    I rushed out of the supermarket and jogged a short distance before stopping to catch my breath. I looked back; he hadn''t followed.


    It was just a scare. I sighed in relief. Recent events had turned my normally calm life into chaos, and I was on edge.


    As I turned into the alley leading


    home, a strong force yanked me backwards. The bag with the shower gel fell from my hands, and before I could scream, arge hand covered my mouth and dragged me into a dark alley.


    "Mmm! Mmm..." In the faint light from the alley entrance, I saw the ck eyes of the man on top of me gleaming obscenely. "Pretty girl, you smell wonderful..."


    No, no! My eyes widened in terror,


    my hands pinned behind me. I kicked wildly, and after a few hits,


    the man winced in pain, his eyes n


    turning fierce. "Damn, bitch, why can


    Antonio fuck you and not me? A slut with such big tits..."


    "Hold on, let me have her first, Antonio''s woman..."


    "What about my woman?" A devilish growl echoed in the man''s ear as Antonio raised his gun.


    "Bang!"


    The close gunshot sounded like thunder next to my ear. I felt a warm liquid ssh onto my leg as the man suddenly knelt before me, screaming in


    agony.

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    Chapter 18 I Am My Father''s Tool


    Antonio stepped on the man''s leg, shattered by bullets, as the man clutched at Antonio''s thigh, begging for mercy. "Please, I won''t do it again, I swear!"


    "Who sent you?" Antonio spat out a string of unfamiliar names, breaking a finger for each name he said. The man writhed in agony, confessing to being hired to follow and kidnap me.


    The man''s cries buzzed in my head.


    After dealing with him, Antonio ordered his men to take him away. But having heard everything the man repeated, I realized I was implicated because of Antonio. He had taken me to that restaurant and kissed me deliberately, like marking his territory, just to lure this man out...


    I red at him, pushing him away, my fear, panic, and heartache intermingled, shattering my illusions of Antonio. "Are you a devil? Why would you do this to me?"


    A terrifying silence filled the dark alley. Matteo stared at me, his eyes wide and mouth agape.


    Dante expressionlessly dragged Matteo and the man on the ground out of the alley.


    "Damn you!" Antonio choked me against the wall, the ster crumbling under his fists. "Do you know who you''re talking to, Sienna? I''ve warned you many times, remember your ce as my mistress, don''t take my kindness for granted!"


    He was furious. My neck under his grip, I felt the suffocating pain, my face turning bright red, but I was defiant! Even if I was just a mistress, forced into his ything, my fate wasn''t his to toy with!


    He insulted me, draining the little affection I had left for him. He was just like Nico, both scum!


    I struggled, punching his chest and kicking at his shins and knees, my desperation giving me strength.


    He was going to kill me! All his tender moments, special treatments, were just his ways to deceive, using me as a shield, a ruthless mafioso! Antonio watched coldly as I nearly fainted from suffocation before he finally loosened his grip, letting me copse weakly on the filthy ground. Fresh air rushed into my bruised throat. I coughed violently, tears streaming uncontrobly as I clutched at my chest, feeling nauseous.


    "I''m ending our contract!" I tried to shout, but only a hoarse whisper came out, barely audible even to myself. Antonio nced coldly and stepped into the darkness of the alley.


    I had to end it! A strong sense of danger overwhelmed me. I couldn''t entangle further with Antonio, a massive temptation and a massive threat, he would consume mepletely.


    I knelt, too weak to stand, crawling to pick up the shower gel. Matteo ran over to help me up. "Boss told me to take you home and pack your things."


    I wanted to push him away, but my legs trembled too much; I couldn''t walk on my own, and I couldn''t bear to stay a moment longer, I was so cold, I needed a shower!


    Matteo left me at my doorstep. "That''s as far as I go." He scratched his head, his eyes gleaming under the streetmps. "You''re tough, the first woman to hit our boss, and miraculously, he didn''t shoot you."


    I managed a hoarseugh. "If he killed me, he''d lose 80 million dors."


    Matteo moved his lips as if to speak but was interrupted by a honking horn. He hurried off.


    I dragged my exhausted body home. The moment the door closed, I copsed, my knees hitting the floor loudly, the pain certain to bruise. My throat felt swollen, definitely injured.


    I should have known, Antonio was just a brutal thug, and I was just his mistress, a lowly woman gambling with her body, not worthy of his pity or care. Iughed miserably. How na?ve and foolish I was, what was I even expecting? Too low, Sienna!


    "Sienna?!" My father came down the stairs, startled at my disheveled appearance. He hesitated, ready to retreat upstairs. "Did... did the casino peoplee? Did theye to take me?"


    I closed my eyes in despair, repeatedly questioning in my mind why such a cowardly man was my father.


    "Why don''t you ask if I''m alright, or how badly I''m hurt?" I yelled weakly, my voice sharp. "Can''t you see my mess? Can''t you see my injuries? Can''t you see me struggling on the floor? Can''t you help me up?"


    "Is that how you talk to your father?" Realizing there was no immediate danger, he straightened up, yelling back. "Are you a child, can''t you get up by yourself? Look at you, just off some man''s bed. I''m telling you, you can meet any men, just don''tlet Antonio find out, or we both die. Don''t drag your old father into this!"


    I, I..." I was so angry I threw the shower gel at him. "Bastard! Son of a bitch!"


    "Go on, say what you want, you uncultured thing. It''s like you''ll die if you don''t curse me one day. Do you even look like a daughter?" My father picked up the shower gel and p?aced it on the stairs. "Give me some money, I don''t even have money for food!"


    "No money! Where would I get money, you gambled it all away!" I was so upset my chest heaved. "If you dare gamble again, you will no longer be my father!"


    "You''re useless! You hooked up with Antonio''s golden thigh and still don''t know how to get money back, no good! If you don''t have money, I''ll ask Valentina, she''s living it up with your mom in Philly." As he spoke, his eyes gleamed with greed.


    What did he say? He was going to ask Valentina for money? No, he couldn''t! That would ruin the peacefuKife Valentina and my mom had finally earned for themselves, and he would use my being Antonio''s mistress as bragging rights, he''dpletely ruin me! Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    I trembled in horror, screaming that he couldn''t go.


    My father sneered, "Why can''t I go? Valentina is getting married, isn''t she?"


    My hair stood on end with fear, how did he know? I had asked my mom to let me tell dad the news! How could she tell him?


    Where''s my phone? Where''s my phone?


    I searched all over but couldn''t find my phone, then remembered I had left it in my room when I went out to buy the shower gel. I red at him with red eyes. "Did you answer my phone?"


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