The Mafia’s Pet

Chapter 1

Diego

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Bullets fly from my gun, ricocheting through the chest of the bastard who betrayed me. "What a f*****g waste," I sigh, watching blood pool onto the floor. I shove the gun back into my waistband holster, inhaling the addictive scent of gun powder and revenge.

Turning to my second-in-command, Leonardo stands near the door, gazing down at the body with a stoic expression. "Leo, get somebody to clean this up!" I bark.

With a curt nod, he's on the phone with the "cleaning" crew. They'll have this piece of s**t in a body bag within the hour, ensuring there's no trace of him left behind.

I storm back into the club, where loud music fills the building, drowning out the sounds of s*x. I head straight to the bar and order a shot of tequila. Axel places it in front of me, worry etched on his countenance.

"Is it done, Jefe (Boss)?" he asks, his voice tight with emotion.

This has deeply affected each of my men, whether they admit it or not. We're supposed to be a familia, loyal to each other and protect one another at all costs. Or at least that's what I used to believe until I was viciously stabbed in the back.

My jaw tenses. "Yeah, that backstabbing motherfucker is dead," I mutter. As I down the drink, there's a welcoming burn in my throat. "f**k!" I roar, launching it towards the wall. Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass.

My temper has been out of control lately. But who can blame me? Antonio was one of my best men, and I found out too late that he was stealing from me. Besides the men I've already tortured and killed for information, I don't know who else could have been working with him besides the Russians. Any of my men could be traitors, and I f*****g hate traitors. Nobody steals from me. NOBODY!

My blood is boiling, threatening to explode. Killing him wasn't enough. Once you join the mafia, your family automatically becomes collateral. He took from me, and I'm going to take everything from him even if he's already rotting away in hell.

Leo emerges from the back room, locking the door behind him so nobody happens to walk in on the dead body lying on the floor. "Are you okay, Diego?" he asks, his Italian accent thick seasoning his words.

"No!" I snarl, grinding my molars together. "I don't feel any better after killing him. I know he did well to hide his family from us. Find them. I'm going to make sure his lineage is destroyed."

My voice is calm, but the fury boiling beneath my skin is anything but.

He quickly exits the room, his phone pressed to his ear once again.

Time for my revenge, Antonio.

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My driver, Charlie, pulls in front of a house. It's small and worn-down for a man that was stealing millions from me. For a moment, I wonder if Leo didn't send me the right address, but I know him too well. He doesn't make mistakes; he prefers to keep my wrath aimed away from him.

My crew steps out of the black SUV as I do. We silently approach the lawn, the grass withered and dotted with brown patches and dandelions. "I want everyone inside tied up. I will kill them myself," I say into my earpiece.

They all nod silently. We stop near the porch and wait, taking a few minutes to listen for any sounds. The night remains calm, indicating that everyone inside must be asleep.

""¡Rompe la puerta ahora (Break the door now)!" I motion with my finger, and they burst into the house, their loaded guns pointed and shouting Spanish obscenities.

I follow behind them lazily, waiting for the task to be completed. There's a loud bang followed by high-pitched screams that carry outside, but luckily, no other homes are nearby. When I kill them, no one will know, and even if anyone were to call the police, they wouldn't do s**t about it. The LVMPD is on my payroll. I own those motherfuckers.

"¡Jefe, los tenemos todos amarrados (Boss, we have them all tied up)!" Danny shouts.

Great, the job is done.

Entering the house, I find two women in their pajamas tied to their own dining room chairs. My men ransacked the place, but it was done intentionally. It will appear as though a break-in went wrong very fast.

"¡Revisa to' la casa, asegúrate de que Antonio no dejó ni un billete por ahí. ¡Todo lo que le queda es mío (Check the whole house, make sure Antonio didn't leave any bills lying around. Everything he has left is mine)!" I snarl fiercely.

Approaching my victims, I feel a twinge of pity. These women are technically innocent, but Antonio roped them into his bullshit. He knew the consequences for betraying me, yet he obviously didn't give a f**k if it endangered his family.

I could easily shoot them in the head and be done with it, but a pair of grey eyes halt me in my tracks. I stand before her, mesmerized by her beauty. Her hazelnut skin is flawlessly smooth, and her ash-brown hair pulled into a big, poufy puff on top of her head.

She glares at me with furious eyes, while the woman beside her (I assume her mother) sobs loudly.

Interesting. I've only had women look at me with fear or desire, not like they want to rip my d**k off and beat me with it.

Ripping the tape from her mouth, she winces. "It looks like you want to say something, Mama. What is it?" I ask, abandoning my native tongue, as I doubt they speak Spanish. She spits in my face, and I chuckle as I wipe it away. "A feisty one, I like that. What's your name?"

"f**k you!" she seethes, "where is my father? What did you do to him, you monster!"

A dark chuckle escapes my lips. "He's maggot food, and you and the rest of your family are going to join him shortly."

I'm actually considering another idea, but I say that just to see her reaction. Is she truly as tough as she presents herself, or is she just another weak, sheltered princess crying for her daddy?

Her eyes widen, but she doesn't dissolve into tears like her mother, whose wailing has become obnoxiously louder. I grit my teeth, the sound grating against my skull. "Shut the f**k up before I send you to hell with your husband!" I growl. She sobs even harder, and I'm two seconds from actually considering putting a bullet in her head.

"That's my older sister, you dickweed. Our mom died years ago!" the feisty mama retorts.

That's news to me. Perhaps I never truly knew Antonio at all. I'm sure that's exactly how he wanted it, considering he spent the last ten years earning my trust only to steal from me. He knew my father even longer than that.

Just thinking about him has rage flooding my veins again. I seize the girl's ponytail, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Don't disrespect me again, or I'll shove my c**k down that pretty little throat of yours," I threaten, venom lacing my words.

She shudders, but her eyes never leave mine. "What do you want from us? I-I'll give you anything, just leave us alone." Her voice trembles slightly, fueling my desire.

I can't even remember the last time I desired s*x this badly. Perhaps it's her beauty. Or the hatred in her eyes. Or the need to push my d**k past those pouty lips of hers. But I want her.

I need to possess her.

I smirk, edging closer until our faces are only inches apart. "Five million dollars. Tell me, Mama, do you have that stashed away somewhere?"

"Five million?" she gasps incredulously. "Are you f*****g joking right now? How would we have that kind of money?"

"Would I have emptied my gun into your father's chest if I were in a joking mood?"

A blend of anger and fear flickers in her eyes. She gnaws on her bottom lip, and I can't help but watch. The things I could use that mouth for...

"L-Look, maybe we can work out a deal," she stammers. "We both can get jobs, and we can pay you monthly...or like every two weeks if you prefer."

I laugh bitterly. "You think a minimal wage job will repay what you owe me?"

It will take a whole lifetime in this f****d up economy.

"N-No, but-"

"I'll tell you what," I interject. "You and your sister will work in my club for six months, and I'll consider the debt paid off."

Both sisters stare at me in confusion. "What club?"

"Does it matter? You work, or I can kill you now."

She scowls. "Can I at least discuss this with my sister first?"

I smile sarcastically as I tear the tape from the other sister's mouth. "Sure, talk it over. We'll wait."

Danny moves beside me, while Luis and Leroy watch from the door. "Jefe, no estoy tratando de cuestionarte, pero... ¿las hijas de Antonio (Boss, I'm not trying to question you...but Antonio's daughters)?" Danny asks, choosing his words carefully.

It damn sure sounds like he's questioning my decision, but I won't punish him...this time. He's right; we can't trust them. However, they're young and attractive, and they could make me a s**t load of money. I wonder why Antonio never thought of this instead of f*****g stealing from me.

I smirk to myself. "Actually, I think it's the perfect revenge. Antonio can watch from the grave as his little girls dance and w***e themselves out for my money. He did this to them, after all."

I say it loud enough for them to hear it. They fall silent for a moment, digesting my words before continuing their discussion.

Danny nods in agreement. "I'll just keep a close eye on these putas (bitches)."

"Good, they'll stay at the estate until their debt is paid."

Danny might become a glorified babysitter for the next six months, but he knows he'll be well-compensated for it. I always take care of my familia (family).

"Okay, we've decided," the feisty Mama interjects.

I turn to her. "Perfect. Which is it? Getting your brains blown out or working for me?"

"The latter, but if this involves prostitution, go ahead and kill me. I'm not...fucking anyone."

She says "f*****g" like it's a foreign word she's never used before. I wonder if she's ever been touched by a man before. We'll have plenty of time to find out.

I c**k my head to the side. "And you think you have a say in that? Once we make this deal, I'll own you."

Fuck. The idea of owning her ignites a fire in me that I've never felt before. Who gives a f**k about her sister, she's just coming along because I can tell she cares for her, and I'll use that to my advantage.

"S-Sir, please don't pimp us out," the sister whimpers.

Ah, she speaks. I was starting to wonder if the only thing she can do is cry and get on my f*****g nerves.

They both look at me, but only one pair of eyes does anything for me.

I hum, stroking my chin thoughtfully. "There's only one way to get out of that."

My attention is only on my feisty mama now.

She swallows hard, jutting her chin out in defiance. "What the f**k do you want from me?" she bites out.

Mmm, I can't wait to punish that bratty mouth of hers.

"Be my pet. I'll be allowed to do whatever I want to you for the duration of the six months."

Their expressions twist in shock, but I keep my gaze fixed on her, patiently awaiting her answer.

"What the f**k? Nessa, you can't agree to that!"

Ah, so I finally have a name. And a pretty one at that.

I step closer to her, crouching down on her level so she meets my cold gaze. "Vanessa, right?" She shudders at our close proximity. "I offered you a way out, take it. Or would you rather have up to one hundred men wrecking you and your sister's p*****s every night?"

Of course, I'm spewing bullshit now. My club operates under strict consent rules, and there are still limits to how many men the girls are allowed to f**k a night for their well-being.

The hatred returns to her eyes as she growls, "Fine, but you better keep your word. In six months, you will set both me and my sister free."

I subtle smile draws on my lips. "I am a man of my word. Should have been more concerned about your father's promises, Mama."

"I want it in writing."

"Fine, I'll have my lawyer draw it up." I signal for my men to untie them. "Get them in the car. If they try anything stupid, tie them back up."

Danny grabs Nessa by the arm, and Luis grabs the other one whose name I don't know and have no interest in doing so. The girls are dragged to the car while I follow behind.

"Torch the place," I order. Leroy nods, pulling out his lighter.

"No!" Vanessa screams. She manages to rip out of Danny's grip, but he quickly seizes her again by the waist. She twists around and rakes her nails across his face before kneeing him in the balls. "f**k!" he exclaims, doubling over in pain.

She tries to dart past me into the house, but I snag her from behind. She panics, clawing at my arms like a feral cat. I grab hold of her waist with one hand and clamp the other firmly around her throat. "Where are you going, Mama?" I hiss into her ear.

She keeps struggling, but I tighten my grip. Leroy waits for my signal, irritation evident in his blue eyes as he holds the lighter ready.

"Please don't burn it down. My mom's still in there!" she pleads.

I furrow my brows. I thought her mom was supposed to be dead. Unless she's a lying b***h like her old man.

No, she can't be. My men checked every inch of that house; they would've found her if she were hiding.

"Please...just let me get her urn. That's the most precious thing I own," she whispers desperately.

Oh. That makes sense.

I loosen my arms around her and firmly grasp her arm instead. "I'm coming with you then."

"Luis, make sure the other sister is secure in the car, and Danny...find some ice for your balls." Without waiting for their responses, I guide my feisty mama back into the house. Pressing the muzzle of my gun to her back, we make our way to a bedroom in the rear. The room is bare, with only a bed and nightstand. She retrieves a purple urn from the nightstand and cradles it carefully in her arms. "Okay, I'm ready to go," she says softly.

Though her face betrays a sense of defeat, I don't trust it. This one's a fighter, and I can already tell it will take a long time to train her. But I'm up for the challenge.

"Make one wrong move and I'll shoot," I warn firmly.

Her eyes flare with defiance, revealing the true intentions going through her head.

There she is.

Just as I thought, she assumed she could run from me. "Why don't you just let us go, and we'll pretend like this never happened?" she whispers, her voice soft and pleading. "I promise, my sister and I will never speak a word of this."

When I don't respond, she continues, her tone hardening, "You have to know somebody will come looking for us. We have other family members, friends-"

Liar. I'm willing to bet Antonio kept them locked in this house to keep them hidden from me.

I reach out to touch her cheek, but she flinches away. I shake my head, tsking. "For five million, I'm going to enjoy every second of owning you." With a firm grip on her arm, careful not to yank it hard enough for the urn to slip from her grasp, I command, "Now, get your ass in the car."

Once I get her in the car, Leroy heads back into the house and sets fire to all the curtains. It won't be long until the flames consume the entire place, and everything in it is gone.

Leroy then tosses in the fireproof safe containing Antonio's suicide note and his confession about murdering his two daughters and hiding their bodies.

That should keep the police and media occupied for a while, searching for both him and the girls while we settle into our new arrangement.

As we drive away from the scene, the blaze engulfing the house reflects in Vanessa's eyes.

The battle of wits with my new pet has only just begun, and I've never been more thrilled.