The Mafia's Mom

Chapter 2. Changes.

-Grace-

In the year that followed, after the death of my mother, everything changed.

The first month, Peter was kind to me, kind and understanding. Which should be a sign. A bad sign. But I didn't pay enough attention. After a month Peter put the house for sale, sold it, and took me with him.

That was a huge upgrade. We went from a small family home to a huge villa. A gated community, security, and luxury.

I got a spacious bedroom, with a private bathroom and he bought me new clothes. Said I needed it. I wasn't going to argue.

The young woman he was with also came along. Lorena. Whether she already lived there, I don't know exactly. She told me very clearly that I absolutely could not call her 'mom'.

Not that I intended to, I had just lost my mother a month ago after 14 years.

Who says such things?

She could not have been my mother even if she had wanted to be. She was in her early twenties and Peter was in his late thirties.

Lorena hoped that I saw her as a kind of sister. She took me everywhere, even though I was not allowed to go everywhere. I mean bars and stuff. She flirted with men and got what she wanted and in the evening I had to keep myself far away from her and Peter. Peter didn't pay much attention to me. He wanted me out of sight. Told me if I wanted something, to go to Lorena.

For my fifteenth birthday, I went shopping with Lorena, again.

More new clothes, sexy clothes, mainly. According to Lorena, that was part of it, because I had the age for it. No more long pajamas, but tops with lace, bras, body shorts, and thongs. Dresses, blouses. Everything had to be sexier. I didn't know any better, so I did what she told me.

One time I had to show it to Peter and he nodded contentedly. He also thought I had the age for those things. Told me, he wanted me to be a sexy girl.

He occasionally took me to his club. Then I could get used to what my work would be, was what he told me.

That's how it all started.

He made it clear that when I would become sixteen I could also go dancing, totally illegal, but he didn't care.

According to him, men wanted that. They would pay a lot of money for young girls dancing and that made Peter happy. He wanted to make a lot of money.

So life went on, Peter became more and more handsy and if I didn't listen I had to go over his knee, with my bare ass and he spanked me. Until I promised to do what he wanted. One time he tied me to his bed, on my stomach, removed my clothes, and slapped my ass so hard, I cried and begged him to stop. I promised to do everything he wanted.

He told me the most terrible things, things I had to go through for work. To work for him. Make him money.

Every night I went to the club with him and he showed me what the women were doing there. He told me about my mother and the other women there also told me about my mom. It confirmed what I had always thought. My mom was a stripper and a hooker. But the money went to Peter. All the girls in the club work for him and this was not his only club. Some girls hated working for him. Told me he was an asshole. Slapped the girls if they didn't listen.

When I came home from school on the last day before the summer holidays, Peter called me into his office.

…

"Sit down Grace, I have a proposition for you."

I sit in the chair across from him. He wears his suit, like every day, his hair perfectly styled. His dark gaze on me. His hands folded over each other, his elbows leaning on his desk.

"One of my good friends is coming tonight, he's an important man." He looks me over.

"I promised your mother that you would not be short of anything, that you would end up well." He smirks, and I hate dat smirk.

"Marcel is interested in you."

I look at Peter with big eyes. What the actual f*ck?

"In me? I'm fifteen!" I yelled at him.

"So what? You are fifteen with the body of a f**king woman. Big t*ts, beautiful lips, narrow waist. As I said before, there are plenty of men who put down a lot of money to see you out of your clothes. or take your virginity."

Peter grabs a pen from his desk and leans back in his chair, playing with the pen, looking straight at me.

"Marcel is looking for a woman to be with. A woman he can train, shape her how he likes it. A young woman."

Internally, I shake my head very hard. Peter is nuts and I don't want to know the rest. But I know I can't walk out.

Externally, I swallow and my eyes are still on Peter. Trying not to let him see that I’m about to cry.

"He wants to pay a lot of money for you as his wife."

Peter is now looking at me again, putting the pen down, leaning forward.

"So if you do your best at dinner tonight and he still wants you, you'll go with him."

"To do what?" I ask. But I know what I have to do. He just said it. I had to be someone's wife.

"I don’t know and I don’t care either. Whatever the hell he wants you to do, you do! You're going to be his wife. He will be good to you Grace. He will train you and he will take good care of you. AND in return, you will take good care of him." Peter puts the pen my way and pushes a couple of documents my way, pointing to them.

"If Marcel doesn't think you're good enough, you won't go to school after the summer and you can come and work for me immediately. And make no mistake, you won't earn a penny from it for the next three years."

“NO, Peter! You can't do that!”

"WHAT!" he barks. "I can do whatever I want to do with you, Grace!" He gets up and pulls me out of his office, behind him to the stairs.

"Peter stop!" I shout, but Peter ignores me and holds me harder and harder.

In the bedroom, he tears my shirt to pieces and turns me over to the mirror.

“Look at these Grace. You're not a girl anymore. You are a woman. And you are going to make sure that Marcel wants you, otherwise, these t**s and that virgin p*ssy, will be on show on a stage tomorrow night in my club, and the highest bidder will get you all for himself! Am I clear!?"

Tears run down my cheeks.

"Am. I. Clear. Grace!" he shouts, grabs me harder and I nod.

"words!"

"Yes, Peter," I answer.

Because what else can I do?

I've seen him beat the women in his club when they don't do what he wants. I have seen him shoot a man, and even killed a man.

He's not careful, and he's not ashamed of it. You can do whatever he wants, or you get beaten, or worse.

"Good girl." He lets go of my arm.

"Make sure you're ready on time. Lorena is waiting for you outside, she will help you get your stuff." He walks away.

I quickly go to my room to put on another shirt and outside Lorena is indeed waiting for me in her car.

Lorena takes me to all the luxury stores. Marcel apparently has expensive taste.

According to Lorena, I have to look perfect and I had to buy extra stuff, because if, as Lorena says, I'm lucky, then I can go with Marcel tonight. I'm Lucky?

According to Lorena, Marcel is the best.

Where I always thought Lorena was happy with Peter, that turns out not to be quite right. She told me Peter also beats her if she doesn't listen.

So now I almost hope that Marcel is a nice and friendly man. That it's not too bad. If even Lorena says it's better to leave and talk negatively about Peter, then I know that if Marcel doesn't take me with him tonight, that my fate for tomorrow night is certain.

So I listen carefully to everything Lorena says.

Lace underwear, bras, thongs. She takes me to a wax salon, which is honestly the most horrible treatment ever. But according to Lorena necessary and I have to keep that in check.

Then we go to another beauty salon. ManiPedi's. My nails are painted red. My hair is gently curled and the woman explains to me how to do that myself. Lorena does some more make-up and then we go home.

Another man comes to the car and unloads all the bags. Lorena takes three bags and pulls me behind her to my bedroom.

"Here, lubricate your body, otherwise you get dry skin, that's so unattractive." She gives me one of the new bottles of body lotion.

Then I put on a new set of lingerie and my new dress.

Finally, the new shoes. Heels. For the first time in my life. But according to Lorena a must, because I'm small and this helps me a little, and it's sexy. I know the girls in the club all were this. But it's new to me.

"Okay, you're ready for it Grace." Lorena sighs. "I'm sorry you ended up here. But you have a chance to get out."

I shake my head. "How? I'm fifteen and I'm being sold to a man I don't know. God knows what he wants from me."

I do my best not to cry, a waste of all my makeup. A chance Peter gets angry. And that is not something I want.

"No, Marcel is popular, he comes to Las Vegas every month and the women in the club want to be with him. He is respectful and sweet. Really, Grace. This is an opportunity."

I see the sincerity in Lorena's eyes. I have no choice, so I just have to rely on it.

Together we walk down and I stop when I see Peter at the bottom of the stairs.

"Well look at you, I already said you were a woman, Grace."

The smirk on his face doesn't mean anything good to me.

"Come here. Marcel is almost there." He pulls me next to him and the doorbell rings.

"Lorena leave!" He barks and I turn to her. I hoped she stayed with me.

She hangs her head and without a word she disappears.

Peter lets go of my arm and opens the door.

"Ah Marcel, Welcome! How was the flight?"