The Italian Don

Chapter One

WARNING: This book does contain Daddy kink. If you DO NOT like this or CANNOT see past this, then READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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------RHEA------

"You cannot f*****g do this to me, father!" I yelled indignantly.

"You better watch your f*****g mouth!" He barked, causing me to roll my eyes.

"How else would you expect me to react, after finding out you sold me?" I shot back, glaring at him.

"I had no choice, Rhea." He sighed.

"Yes you did! You loved that goddamned company, more than you loved me." 

"You know that's not true." He whispered.

"Isn't it? Father, I told you I'm willing to help you, but I cannot believe that you would sell me to keep your f*****g company." 

"I know, but you don't understand Rhea. This is not only about the company." He rubbed his temples, closing his eyes.

"The person I sold you to... If I didn't give you up, he was going to kill this entire family, including you, your mother and I." He whispered, looking up at me with defeated eyes.

"Oh." I breathed out quietly, my heart pounding in my chest.

"But father, I'm sure there's something else we can do." I pleaded, looking up at him with desperate eyes.

He shook his head sadly, looking up at me with remorse in his eyes.

"He'll be here in two hours. Go pack your things." He muttered.

"No! I'm not leaving!" I screamed, tears welling in my eyes.

I heard the door to my father's study open, and we both turned to the person. My mother hesitantly stepped through the door.

"I heard yelling." She said, still standing close to the door. 

My father beckoned her over and she walked over to him, sitting on the desk next to him.

"I just told her." He mumbled, causing her eyes to snap over to mine.

"I'm sorry, i kóri mou," She whispered, her own eyes filling with tears. (My daughter)

"Mom..." My voice broke.

I dug my teeth into my lip, stifling the sob that wanted to escape.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." She murmured, her hands clenching into fists.

I didn't answer, only turning to stare out the window. We all sat there for a while, in an uncomfortable, tense silence, before I stood abruptly, and left without saying a word. I walked straight into my bedroom, packing the clothes I really wanted, the few pictures I had, leaving behind my all my devices. I picked up a couple books that I wanted to read, before sitting on the bed, my head in my hands.

"Miss?" I heard the quiet voice of my favorite housekeeper, and looked up.

I could see the pity in her eyes, and I was thoroughly disgusted by it.

"Yes Madeline?" I asked, running a hand through my curls.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Not really, but I guess I don't really have a choice, but to be okay with it, right?" I smiled weakly, even though I'm pretty sure it came out more like a grimace.

She nodded and began moving around my room, fixing it up a bit.

"Do you want anything? Maybe something to eat or drink?" she asked.

"No thanks." I said.

I stood, going over to the nook in my room, and sitting in my big, comfy armchair, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Who knows? This may be the last time I get to enjoy this view.

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Two hours later.

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"Rhea. You're needed downstairs with your mother and I." My father said, the tension in his voice, not hard to miss. 

I nodded once, letting him know that I had heard him. I stood from the chair, stretching my limbs, before grabbing the things I packed, and following my father downstairs.The look on my face was grim, as I faced my mother, who had uncontrollable tears running down her face. The doorbell rang, and my father glanced from the stony look on my face, to the tearful ones of my mother. I refused to let anyone see me cry at this point. I stood next to my mother, tensing and moving away, as she tried to touch me, which only made her sob louder. I ignored the pain in my chest, and set my glare back in front of me, as my father walked in with the men that were supposed to be taking me away. I eyed each of them warily, until my eyes came to rest on the one and only, Lukas Cavalli. I held in a gasp as my eyes widened.

My God, was he one of the most beautiful persons I had the pleasure seeing.

He was built like a f*****g god. 

He looked to be about 6'5, with bulging muscles, and a lot of intimidating tattoos. His brown hair was tousled off to one side, showing the scary tattoo on his head and neck.

He wasn't a god, no, he was the devil himself.

"Hello." He smirked at me, his cold grey eyes sending a shiver down my spine.

I did not speak, only looked away.

"I think we all know why I'm here, and I'm not a f*****g man who likes waiting. Let's get on with this." He said, coldly, casting a cool glance at my mother and father.

I tensed up as one of his men approached me, taking the things from my hand. My father and Lukas headed into his office, probably to finish up some paperwork, leaving me with the men and my mother.

"Oh, how rude of me, not to offer you anything. Would you like something to eat or drink?" My mother asked, smiling tightly.

"No, thank you." One of the men, who I'm guessing was Lukas's brother answered. 

He looked just like Lukas, except a bit shorter and way less tattoos. His hair was a little longer, making it fall into his eyes.

My mother nodded and sat, her back tense.

Lukas brother's eyes fell on me and he gave me a small smile, which was hard not to return.

"I'm Apollo." He said, holding out his hand.

"Rhea." I muttered, shaking his hand.

"So Rhea, how old are you?" He asked casually, making me roll my eyes.

"I'm pretty sure you know my age already. I assume you have done your research about me?" I raised an eyebrow, causing him to chuckle.

"Oh, we did, but I'd rather hear it from your mouth." He shrugged.

I guess I can respect that.

"I'm 19 years old." I answered.

"What do you like to do for fun?"

"What is this, twenty one questions?" I sighed, irritated.

He shrugged, looking expectantly at me for an answer.

"I like to read and write."

"Cool, what do you enjoy reading."

"None of your f*****g business." I answered sharply, causing my mother to gasp sharply.

"I've never heard of that one. I should probably take a look at it." He said, causing me to roll my eyes. 

"You're a real Feisty one, aren't ya?" He chuckled.

I ignored him, and we all stood there in silence, until my father and Lukas came back.

"Let's go." Lukas growled.

Everyone, except me began trudging towards the door, and Lukas glared at me.

"Are you f*****g hard of hearing? I said let's go." He said through gritted teeth.

I remained defiant, eyeing him with disgust. He sighed irritatedly, before stomping over to me, and throwing me over his shoulders. He walked out of the house, with me kicking and screaming at him.

"Put me the f**k down now!" I screamed, only to receive a harsh slap on my ass.

I yelped, remaining quiet.

He threw in the back of a Range Rover, and I scrambled to the other side, trying to get the door open.

"Don't even f*****g think about it." He snapped, pulling on my ankle, so I ended up in the middle of the seat.

I tussled and fought him, as he tried to get me to remain still.

"f**k this!" I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could feel the cold metal of the gun pressed to my head.

"Now make one more f*****g move and I would blow your goddamned brains out right here." He whispered harshly in my ear.

My eyes widened, And my breathing was shallow as I closed my eyes tightly. After a few minutes, he slowly moved back, forcing me to sit in the middle next to him. He put on my seatbelt, before putting on his. I tried to move my body a bit, so I can avoid touching him, but it was impossible.

"Listen to me, Rhea. I am not your f*****g father, and I do not respond to disobedience and defiance, well. If you make one goddamned move that I don't like, I won't hesitate to shoot you between the eyes. Got me?"

I watched straight ahead, not responding.

He grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look straight into his cold, grey eyes.

"I said... Got me?" 

"Yes." I whispered.

He let go of my jaw, before sitting back.

"Another thing I wanted to make clear. The reason why I bought you was because your father owes a lot of people a lot of money, including me. He has been borrowing money, and cannot seem to pay backing of the money he has borrowed, so we made a deal. I get you for 5 million, and he gets to pay his debt off. I paid a lot of money for you, babe. So you better be f*****g worth it." He smirked at me, his eyes scanning me from head to toe.

I shivered in disgust, pinning him with a hostile glare.

"Pig." I sneered.

He laughed, the sound sending chills up my spine.

"Be careful what you say, cara, or you may end up losing something precious."

"Gamóto." I muttered. (f**k you)

Before I knew it, his hand tangled in my hair tightly, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You don't think I could speak Greek, Agapiménos?" I gasped, looking up at him in shock, causing him to smirk. (sweetheart)

"I-"

"Shut the f**k up." He growled.

I closed my mouth, and he let my hair go.

His phone began ringing, and he muttered some curses, before pulling it out.

"What?!" He barked, making me jump.

The person on the other side obviously delivered some bad news, as he began shouting and cursing in Italian. I totally did not want to be on the receiving end of that.

I began thinking of ways to escape, and looked around quietly. His phone call ended on a bad note, but I knew better than to ask about it. We pulled up to an airstrip, and the big brute unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out the car, as I unbuckled mine. I slid to the other end of the seat, and he sighed in clear irritation and agitation. He pulled me by my feet once again, lifting me out of the vehicle, and throwing me over his shoulder. He walked over to the private jet on the and stomped up the stairs, throwing me on one of the soft luxury couches.

"Stay." He hissed.

"I'm not a f*****g dog." I shot back.

He looked to the ceiling, muttering some curses under his breath.

"Don't you get how f*****g easily I can kill you?"

"But you're not going to do it." I shot back, causing him to chuckle.

"Yeah, that would be too easy." He mused.

The pilot came into the cabin, shaking Lukas' hand.

"We're all set and ready to go, Capo." He said.

"Good. Before you go back to the cockpit, make sure you pass one the message to the rest of the men, that we are not to be disturbed." Lukas said, his eyes never moving my eyes.

"Actually, you can tell everyone that they can feel free to disturb as much as they want." I smirked, challenging Lukas.

The pilot looked between the two of us very confused, and Lukas growled loudly, making the poor man jump out of his skin.

"I said, Stephen, I do not want anybody f*****g disturbing us, and if anyone does, I won't hesitate to put a f*****g bullet through your f*****g head and having your goddamned body shipped back to your family." He said in a chilling tone.

"Sì, Capo." The man nodded frantically and scurried out of the room, quickly heading back to the cockpit.

"You're such a f*****g bastard!" I yelled, glaring at him.

He pinned me with those cold, grey eyes and my breath caught in my throat.

"Listen to me, piccola ragazza, I do not tolerate any type of f*****g disrespect well, and you'd do well to remember, that I wouldn't hesitate to chop your f*****g head off, and send it back to your parents, before I torture them to death, one by f*****g one." (little girl)

"Are you threatening me?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Take it how you want it, but remember I always deliver on what I f*****g say."

I looked away from him, out the small window, trying to settle myself. I was afraid of him, I'd admit. How could I not be? But I would never give him the f*****g satisfaction of knowing that. He thrives off of fear.

"Why me?" I asked, still staring outside.

He remained quiet for a while, and I turned my head to look at him, to see him staring at me with a thoughtful look on is face.

"I've been watching you for a while, and you had intrigued me from the moment I saw you, Ms. Castallenos. It's the way you interact with people, your no nonsense, yet kind nature, at such a young age too. You love to help people. I've seen the multiple charities you've donated to in the past, in whatever way you could have. You're different Rhea, you make my blood f*****g boil, with your sarcastic attitude, but you make my d**k so f*****g hard, when you defy me. I just want to see those full lips wrapped around the head of my c**k, sucking me off. I just want to feel your sweet, tight, p***y wrapped around me. That's why you, Rhea. Now do you have anymore f*****g questions?"

I sat there quietly, stunned.

"No, I do not have anymore questions. But I have something to say though."

I stood up, walking up to him, his 6'5 frame dwarfing my 5'3 one.I beckoned him closer to me, and his eyes lit up in amusement as he leaned down.

"I do not give a f**k how much you paid for me. I am not yours, and I am never going to f*****g be yours. Get that through that bloody thick f*****g skull of yours, because I am only going to say this f*****g once." I hissed in his ear.

His eyes blazed with fury, and I could feel my heart racing. Before I could move out of his way, he picked me up, throwing me back onto the sofa, climbing on top of me before I could get up.

"Get off me!" I screeched, pushing at his heavy ass body.

He growled, gathering my hands in one of his, his other hand wrapped around my neck, loose enough for me to breathe, but tight enough that I couldn't escape, before placing his lips to my ear, his cool breath sending chills down my spine, as I froze beneath him, the anger from before, replaced with fear. And dammit if I couldn't help how damp my panties were at the moment.

"Why the f**k do you insist on defying me, Rhea?" He whispered in my ear, making me whimper.

His erection brushed against my clothed core, and I couldn't help the strangled sound that came from my lips.

"You're walking on very thin ice, my dear, and you do not want to get on my bad side. Do you want to know what happened to the last person that pissed me the f**k off? They're dead. That can be you, if you keep f*****g playing with me." He growled.

"You wouldn't kill me." I breathed out, a challenge in my eyes.

He chuckled darkly, which made my heart beat faster. 

"What's stopping me from ending your life, right here, right now, love? All I need to do is apply a little.... Pressure." As he said this, his hand tightened on my throat and I breathed deeply through my nose.

"But don't worry, agápi mou. I'm not going to kill you. Den eínai polý chrísimo gia ména nekró." He said,darkly. (agápi mou - my love) (Den eínai polý chrísimo gia ména nekró - you're not of much use to me dead.)

I breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he got off me and moved to sit next to me. I sat up slowly, not daring to spare a glance in his direction.

I watched as he picked up the phone on the table, pressing a number on it.

"Stella, bring some white wine and snacks in here, now." He ordered.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Would it f*****g kill you to say please?" I muttered.

"I pay her to do her f*****g job. I do not have to say please or thank you, when she gets paid the amount she does." He shot back.

"That doesn't f*****g matter. There's something called manners. Or maybe you were raised by a pack wolves." I said.

He smirked, catching me off guard.

"Maybe so." 

A pretty, young woman stepped in with a cart that held a bottle of chilled white wine and some sandwiches. The scathing look that she gave me did not go unnoticed, but I obviously don't give a damn. I returned her look, with a much fiercer one, the look in my eyes probably saying, "Try me bitch." She looked away from me, placing her attention back on Lukas, her eyes brightening considerably, as she began unloading the tray on the table next to him. She bent over, obviously trying to get his attention on her t**s, which did not seem to work at all.

"Hello, Capo. How was your day today?" She purred, picking up two wine classes, and pouring the wine in them.

"None of your business." He growled, not even sparing a glance at her.

This made her falter, but she kept up her happy expression with him, handing him one of the wine glasses. When it came to me though, she shoved the glass in my direction, causing most of the contents to spill over my jeans. Now, I would've been forgiving, if it wasn't for the smirk of triumph that appeared on her face.

"Oops." She said, innocently.

Before I could react though, Lukas had quickly stood up, and in a heartbeat, had her in a chokehold.

"Now you listen to me you f*****g w***e. I will not tolerate you disrespecting my future f*****g wife. Disrespecting her is like disrespecting me, so be very f*****g careful."

She had a hand over his, trying to ease it off, so she could breathe, but he only tightened his hands further.

"Do you f*****g understand me?!" He roared, and a garbled response, sounding like yes came from her.

He let her fall to the ground, and she scurried out of the room, one hand wrapped around her throat.

After she left, I turned to him my eyes wide.

"Future WIFE?!" I yelled, looking at him, incredulously.

"Yes." He said nonchalantly.

"I'm not marrying you." I sneered, making him look over to me.

"You don't have a f*****g choice. You are going to be my wife, and that's final."

"But-"

"Say one more word about not being my wife, and I'll f**k the s**t out of you, before blowing your goddamed brains out."

I remained quiet, letting him take the wine glass from me, to pour another drink. I numbly accepted it, along with a chicken salad sandwich that he passed to me. We sat and ate in silence, before he called another person, this time a male flight attendant, to take all the glasses and dishes.

"You can sleep or do whatever you want. I assume you brought your phone or something?" He asked.

"No." I mumbled.

"Why?"

"Because I thought it would be best if I severe all my ties with home. I'm not my parent's biggest fan at the moment."

He sighed, nodding.

"When we land, I'll replace all your old devices with whatever you want."

"Okay." I mumbled, before laying down on the sofa, curling up into a little ball.

I closed my eyes, wondering if I fell asleep, if it would all just be a nightmare, but I knew it wasn't. This is my reality and I have to accept it.

Fuck My Life.