Gifted to the ‘ladykiller’

Mimì Catalano

*Adriano*

“Boss, you should …”. I stop in my tracks when I see the look on Salvatore’s face, that look is one that has men killed, and I know even I have to tread careful. “Is something wrong ?”

“That little snake, La Rosa, he cheated me”. He slams his hand down on the desk. “Can you believe that ?”

I had not liked this deal they cut at all, I mean I have repeatedly advised to boss to stay out of the human trafficking marked even if it is lukrative. It is too much of a hassle and with too many potential problems. So making a man pay a debt with his daughter, if you ask me it’s not the way to go.

“Believe he would ? yeah … believe he actually dared ? Nope, I didn’t think he had the balls. If he didn’t send her as promised I can go fetch her”. I am of course ready to do what he needs me to.

He shakes his head with a sigh. “Problem is that he did send her”.

“Uhm sorry, what ?” I wonder if my Italian is that rusty. After all, I grew up in America, mostly speaking english. “The problem is he did send her. So how did he cheat ?”

“He sent the wrong daughter”. Salvatore goes to pour himself a drink, which means he is very upset, otherwise he would have asked me to do it. “I wanted the pretty and well behaved one, he is always showing off and bragging about…But he sent me a foul mouthed w***e”.

So La Rosa has another daughter, whom apparently he had no problem using as p*****t. I slowly open and close one hand behind my back, flexing it. “So … what did you do with her ? Send her back ?”

“I told Enzo to put her in Mimì’s wing”. He sits down with his glass. “Knowing my son he can find use for her … as long as she is out of my sight”.

Knowing his son I am sure he can, but the poor girl might find it very little enjoyable though. “Are you sure it’s a good idea ? I mean the plan is to deliver her back to La Rosa when he makes good on his promises, right ?”

“He cheated me, so what do I care ?” My boss shrugs with a huff. “Believe me this one is not worth much, so why not let my son and his friends enjoy her, that might teach her father a lesson”.

“I mean you are totally right, of course and he deserves to find out what happens when you f**k with the family”. I say, nodding. “I was just thinking that …maybe it would be smarter to not … break her completely on the first day. And we both know how junior treats his toys”.

The boss chuckles. “I think his mother didn’t hug him enough as a kid”.

“You might be right”. I look towards the door. “But regarding that girl … “.

“Maybe you are right … you know what ? I owe you something for Rome, so she is yours, if you want her … I bet she knows some fun tricks and you could use a bit of company in that villa of yours”.

I give him a small bow. “Thank you for the gift boss”.

“Don’t thank me too early, she seemed like a real hell cat, that one, you might end up scratched”. He wink at me.

“I like them feisty”. I back off towards the door. “I better go get her before Mimì breaks my new toy”.

*Camilla*

“What do you have there Enzo”. A younger man looks at me like I am a thing, not a human. I guess he is kinda handsome, but his eyes are cold … cruel.

“From your father, Mimì”. Enzo grins and pushes me towards the guy and his 3 friends, all lounging on a big couch playing some game on the huge widescreen tv. “She was a wrong delivery and he thought maybe you could use her”.

One of the other guys looks at me like I am a freaking pizza or something. “Hey you are sharing right ?”

“Tell my dad thanks for the w***e”. The first man says with a nod and Enzo leaves. “And of course I am sharing, but I want the first bite”.

“Hey, daddies boy … not a w***e or a pizza”. I huff at him.

His eyes runs over me again. “You look like one, but if you prefer prostitute I am okay with that … Now come over here”.

“No !” I say definitely and try with a white lie. “My father sent me here on his behalf, he will be very angry if anything happens to me”.

He chuckles. “Like I care, you are mine now”. He snaps his fingers. “Miano, get her”.

One of the other guys gets up and I contemplate running, but I also know it won’t work. He grabs my arm and pulls me to the couch, where he all but throws me down.

“Hey, no-braino, didn’t you mama teach you to respect women”. I hiss.

It’s not that I believe fighting will save me, but I refuse to go down without a fight. They will not break me. No man will break me.

“So feisty, you are gonna be fun to play with”. The guy who is apparently the leader grins and reaches his hand out to squeeze my breast. “Nice, firm but springy”.

I slap his hand away, but clearly that is the wrong choice, as he instantly backhands me across the cheek. “You are mine now, I can touch you how I want and f**k you how I want … just relax and enjoy, it will make it much more enjoyable for you”.

Biting my teeth hard together I stop myself from answering something really nasty. I notice the lines of coke on the table, and I can’t help but think that I could use one about right now.

“Oh so my little b***h would like some coke huh ?” Of course he notices what I am looking at.

I just nod, there is no reason to lie, and it might help me get through this.

“If you want some you can lick it off my d**k”. He lifts his ass, sliding his pants down, then he places a line of coke on his semi hard c**k, and grabs my hair. “And no biting, if you know what is good for you”.