YN POV:-

To say the mansion of the estate was huge would be an act of idiocy.

It was a palace no less. The room I was standing in right now did justice compared to the whole mansion. It was generously large, the walls covered with stale grey and off-white wallpapers, the furniture did collaborate with the gloomy-dark theme.

The bed was king sized and pushed against the wall with a leather ottoman at the foot.

At the opposite wall of the bed there was a TV mounted to the wall, it was huge too. On my right a sliding door leads to the balcony overlooking the estate.

The room belonged to the Don. I rode with him. Alone. In his BMW. He came to the room. Took a shower and left.

Not sparing a glance toward me. My inner girl complains sadly.

Things happening in my life since yesterday have left me overwhelmed. The previous night I was laying in my little bed and thinking, what's normal in the mafia life and the next night I was dry humping the Don himself and having orgasmic bliss in his arms.

What was wrong with my life? What was wrong with me?

3/8

Shortly after the Don left, I decided to take a shower. I was feeling sweaty and sticky.

Thinking I was in the same bathroom, he was moments ago, made my body numb and tingles spread along my stomach, heat rise to my core and so I did something I haven't done in long times. I touched myself in the shower thinking of him.

It was weird now but in the shower it felt like it was the best thing that could ever happened. The best thing I can do to myself.

After I washed my hair and body, I got dressed in my previously worn undergarments and dress.

A maid got me some light food of which I ate half. She also stocked the nightstand cabinet with jars of biscuits, raisins and sweetened dry coconut, some juice box and water bottle.

After some time she brought some heavily stuffed file and dropped them to the Don's study table and left without a words.

I don't like the way she looks at us. My inner self mumbles. Shrugging at her thoughts, I slide open. the balcony door and instantly I am hit with stormy breeze making me giggle.

Still with a smile plastered to my face, I stand against the rail and watch a series of activity going on the lawn.

Being on the late part of October, the lush garden that I imagined would be filled with green to the brink, was half naked. The trees had almost lost all the leaves, the bushes didn't have any flower yet and the fountain wasn't spraying water either,

The men in the backyard, were combatting against each other, I couldn't make out faces from this up but I could hear the sounds, the grunts, the slangs that they threw at each other.

4/8

The sound of door opening made me spun around. An unhappy looking maid, around my age came with a big basket, ignoring me she went straight to the closet.

She probably brought the laundry.

After she came out she changed the white silky bedsheets with black ones and left without a sound. The maids at the previous house was more humble. Humane.

I ignore and lean back against the rail. The sun almost had begun to set, casting a reddish orange glow over the whole estate. It almost looked as if painted.

I smiled and took in a large breath. So far I was concerned, I felt bored and tired.

You know, when you do nothing but sleep so many hour in a day and you feel the bones turning jelly kind of tired.? I was feeling that kind of tired.

Yeah. My inner girl rolled her eyes at me. I ignored her as usual and continued with my sightseeing.

I still had no idea why the Don had brought me here or why was I being treated like an upperclass lady?

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You're staying in the Don's bedroom, for lord's mercy!!!! My inner girl squeals.

LTE 1

5/8

I have no idea what that has to do with that? I have no idea either why the Don keeps his claim over me?

It would be a lie to claim that I am happy with my life. That I love it. I am content, yes. But I am not happy with it. I have food to eat, a roof to stay under, cloths to cover my body and that's okay.

But I don't have this... freedom. Every breath here feels like caged. The men rules here. Their guns speak before their words. They keep leash on everything. Even the breaths the women take.

I turn and abruptly my heart leaves right out of my chest as I see the Don leaning against the balcony door, all in his shirtless glory.

How come I didn't feel him this close?

"Neonata?" His Italian tongue makes blood rush speedily through my lower abdomen. "I scared you, si?"

I bite the whole of my bottom lip as I shake my head no.

He sighs as he stands up to his full height and steps close to me. With two fingers he tilts my face to his. Our eyes meet.

My inner girl wakes up fully now from her nap as she stands up for him to ravish her to the point of her oblivion.

My heart catches fire, and turns cold at the same time. It melts and breaks as I stare deep into his olive ones. They gain a shade dark color.

"You need learn to speak to me, little girl." He says. His breath fanning my cheeks.

6/8

I keep looking at his olive shaded eye.

"Yn." A warning clear in his voice but I just can't seem to move my eyes away from him.

There is something about his eyes. It can be either magic or witchcraft. Why do I just get so lost in them?

What is he doing to me?

"Piccolo, if you keep looking at me like you wanna eat me.." My breath hitches on my throat and I give away an audible gasp to the beginning of his speech.

"I might as well, shove my cock down your throat until you choke on it." He says not giving two shits about my reaction to him however his statement lefts me wet and sticky all down to my core.

Is it possible to even feel that because he said that? My inner girl gasps at my body's reaction.

"Did that get you wet, Yn?" The Don brings his face closer to my ear, "Does that make you feel good between your legs, babygirl?"A shiver runs down my spine as his other hand travels to my upper thighs. He caresses the flesh as a little sound escapes my lips.

Touch me there. My inner girl begs on her knees.

His grip around my chin tightens when he doesn't get an answer.

"Use your words, piccolo," He orders.

7/8

"Yes." I blurt out from the heat, the coldness, the blanket of carnal want that has me wrapped inside with need and want.

He chuckles and somehow that comes out as a dark sound. "Oh babygirl. What would I do to you, hmm? He nuzzies my ears and his other hand cups my heated, wet sex.

Oh God!

"Are you hungry?" His demeanour shifts in about a second as he untangled himself from me.

My inner girl sobs as he takes his hand away from my core without providing us the relief we so desperately needed

"No. I ate sometime ago." I murmur, trying to hide my frustration.

Maybe I should just rub me, there. A little bit. I bite my lip as I press my thighs together and imagine how it would feel.

"Alright." He gives a single nod "There are clothes in my closet if you want to change." He says before retrieving to the bathroom.

I pick out a big, old looking soft T-shirt from the closet and slip it in, minding to keep my panties on me and slip under the covers.

Mind you, I said I was tired and then I became more tired when the Don said those unholy things to me and now I am all female hormones here and there. I don't think I can sleep but I am tired.

The Don gets out of the bathroom wearing black sweat pants and slips under the cover next to me.

8/8

Pulling me close he spoons me. And just as I start relax my muscle gun shots dominate the silence making everything a screaming mess.

"What's going on?" I shout planting my hands firmly against my ears so the sounds stop.

LTE 1

They never does.

"Go with the guys." Don snaps at me almost throwing me to the men who stand out side of the door, heavy looking guns with them.

"What about you?" I try to stay calm but I know am panicking. "Where will you be?"

He pulls out two guns from the nightstand drawer and loads them with bullets.

Guns! They took my mama.

"I'll get you." He pins me with his eye. "I always will"

Those were his last words I heard before I was shoved out of the hallway and to a dimly lit room where there was about ten to twenty girls all scared and panicked.

What's going on?

(TO BE CONTINUED)