Gifted to the ‘ladykiller’

Arriving

*Camilla*

So I am in the car, with Nico beside me and a driver. The doors are locked of course, probably because they know I would be contemplating jumping out of the car on the way there.

I refuse to cry, I have given these bastards that call themselves men to many of my tears throughout my life and they are not getting any more. But I can’t deny that my stomach feels like I have swallowed a bowling ball.

“You must be proud of yourself”. I huff, glaring at Nico, even if I know he won’t care. “Helping my father trafficking a Young innocent woman to an evil man … to a life of God knows what”.

“Innocent ?”. He chuckles darkly. “That is one thing you are not … I am just doing what your father, my boss, told me to do, he made the decision“.

I fold my arms over my chest, I feel sick to my stomach. “Sure, hide behind that … I am just doing what I was told to do … pathetic”.

“Please continue … or shut up”. He mumbles. “It’s not like I care what you call me”.

I grind my teeth. “You must be making up for having a really small d**k … that is what this is, small d**k energy, needing a big man to tell you what to do”.

“I feel sorry for this man having to deal with you, he has no idea what awaits him”. Nico shakes his head.

I smile to myself. No he has no idea and I definitely do not plan on playing nice. I won’t go down without a fight. Maybe he will get so tired of me he kicks me out and lets me go.

To entertain myself and forget my fear and sorrows I open the minibar that is installed in the car and drown them the way I always do, by emptying the small bottles. Nico gives me another headshake, but he doesn’t say anything.

So when we drive through a guarded gate, after telling who we are, and we pull up in front of a huge seaside mansion that looks more like a country club or one of those fancy holiday resorts with small bungalows dotted around it, I am honestly quite tipsy.

“Come on”. Nico gets out first, then he leans back in, halfway pulling me from the car. “Your future is waiting”.

When I get out he keeps a firm grip on my arm, pulling me up to the door, which is opened as we reach the front stairs by a stocky mean looking guy with a scar on his cheek.

“I have a delivery for Don Catalano”. Nico says, kinda pulling me in front of him. “From Ferdinando La Rosa”.

“I will take her from there, thanks”. The man steps forward and as soon as Nico lets go he grabs my arm, and I instantly realise that Nico was being gentle.

Nico just walks back to the car. “Enjoy Camilla, and try to make your father proud just this once”.

His words sends chills through me. When my father did things he did not want me to tell, he would tell me to make him proud by keeping my mouth shut.

“So I guess you are just another willing fool who does what he is told”. I huff at the man dragging me inside.

“You probably want to think about keeping your mouth shut”. He pulls harder, slamming the door behind us. “The boss likes women to be quiet and obedient”.

I raise one eyebrow. “He shopped for one in the wrong place then”. Another hard pull on my arm. “Hey, stop being such a d**k”.

He chuckles darkly. “Oh sweetheart, I am one of the nice guy around here … you better get used to it”.

This does not bode well for me, at all.

At least the house looks good, very stylish, I notice as I am guided through parts of it but I doubt it can make up for what I will go through while being here.

“Come in”. A voice responds when my guard knocks on a door.

The man opens the door, pulling me inside. “Boss, your package from Mr La Rosa has arrived”.

“Thanks Enzo”. He gives the man a nod, then his eyes scans over me. “He send me a prostitute ? That wasn't the agreement”.

So this is the boss. He looks about midt fifties with greying hair and a face that reveals a hard life. He has some strong lines but I doubt he has ever been called handsome, even as a Young man.

“Hey, it’s not like you are much to look at yourself”. I huff indignantly. Okay so I am not dressed like a nun, but that was uncalled for. “I am Camilla La Rosa … Ferdinando’s daughter … unfortunately”.

The older man shakes his head. “The bastard cheated me … this isn’t the girl I wanted”.

“I don't even want to know what you wanted with my baby sister … creep''. I half hiss. “Both sadly for both of us my father sent me … let me guess you forgot to specify which daughter you wanted”.

“I had no idea there was more than one, your father never mentioned you”. He shakes his head. “What do I do with you ?”

I send him a fake smile. “Just a suggestion, let me go … you never have to worry again”.

“Enzo …”. He says to the man, who has taken a spot by the door. “My son, do you think he would like her ?”

“Hmm …”. The man's eyes run over me, like I am a cow and he is considering if I will make good steaks. “Having seen some of the young women he … spends time with, I think he would”.

When the older man nods I somehow know this is not good, it might also have to do with Enzo’s smile. “Put her in my son’s wing til I make up what to do with her”.

And then I am dragged off again.