Debt to the Mafia Prince

Chapter 12

Turning back to see how close behind me Ezio was, I saw him lock his wife in the room. She started yelling and screaming at him, thumping against the wood in a rage. I looked where I was going when he turned to me and rushed down the stairs. 

I had three options; I either run for it out the front door and get caught by his men, run to my room and bar the door with the furniture or I obey him and wait to be told where to go to be punished. Option one was already scrapped because of the obvious outcome, option two is risky because it could make him more angry and I might not be able to bar the door in time; even if he did he would still get to me at some point. If I went with option three then at least I could start carrying out my plan to fool him into trusting me. 

I stood at the bottom of the stairs and waited for him. His expression was full of frustration and anger which frightened me. I’ve seen how easily he can kill a woman and although I was ‘important’, I might not be important enough when he’s this mad.

When he reached the bottom step he stopped in front of me. I looked up at him with apologetic eyes but it didn’t seem to phase him. He gripped my damp hair and forced my neck backwards. Venom was seething from his glance as he stared down at me. 

“It was only yesterday that the rules were explained to you my little darling and you’ve already had one warning; but still you continue to break three of them” he growled at me. 

“Walk!” He demanded, pushing me in the direction of the hallway with his room of s****l pain. I stumbled slightly and groaned at the bruising his men had caused. Once I steadied myself I slowly walked forward. 

“Down there!” He snapped as I reached the doorway. 

He escorted me to the room and unlocked it with his fob. My chest tightened as I remembered the terrifying objects he had locked away in here, wondering whether he was going to use them to punish me. He held the door open and waited for me to walk in before closing it. 

“Strip” he ordered. I clenched my jaw together and flashed him a mortified glance. He completely ignored it and walked over to the glass cabinet on the wall. 

“Now!” He barked, causing me to jump. 

I unzipped the side of my trousers and pulled it down to the ground with embarrassment, grunting as I bent over slightly. I popped my sleeveless body undone between my legs and trembled, hesitating to remove it. He turned around and smirked at me, analysing the lack of underwear that I had on. He retrieved something from the cabinet and crept over to me smiling. 

“That’s what I like to see” he grinned, causing me to quiver at his confidence. 

He reached down and pulled the fabric over my head, leaving me completely nude. I wasn’t given any underwear when Ezio had his guys fill my wardrobe. I wasn’t sure if they did it because they didn’t know my bra size or if they were being spiteful and perverted. 

I was so insecure standing there exposed in front of a man I hated with every inch of my being. I had to play this out if I was going to get the chance of escaping this place. He had to believe that I wasn’t worried about Michele and what he would think if he knew about this. I sucked back whatever dignity I had left and cleared my throat. 

“Please don’t do this Ezio, I... I’m sorry”. I forced the words to come out of my mouth even though I didn’t mean any of them. Ezio hummed and closed his eyes as he took in my apology. 

“Over there” he said finally, pointing to a black wooden bench. 

A shaky breath caught in my throat as I headed over to it. He pushed my back gently to lay me flat against the cold surface. After a few moments of suspense, he leant down to my neck and breathed into my ear. 

“If I give you a set of rules, I expect them to be followed. I would have allowed a gentler punishment, especially considering what my wife had done to you earlier... if it was only one that was broken”. The tips of his fingers tickled up the length of my body, causing me to shudder with disgust. 

“Three rules were broken Amelia” he growled and then moved away from my ear. 

“If you move your f*****g hands from the legs of this bench, if you speak without given permission or you disobey my orders whilst you are receiving your punishment...”. He laid a thin object on the surface of my arse. 

“...There will be consequences” he warned me. 

I began to hyperventilate at the fear of the unknown. I didn’t know what he had in his hand or what he was planning to do to me. But I do know that it was going to hurt by the sadistic tone in his voice. 

“Do you understand?”. I decided to submit to him, hoping that if I surprised him with my answer then he might show me mercy. 

“Yes sir”. He groaned with satisfaction at my reply. 

“Good girl” he said. 

A sudden explosion of pain spread through my cheeks as he hit them with the object he was holding, causing me to jolt and shriek quietly. 

“What was the first rule that you broke baby girl?” He growled. 

“Not to go upstairs” I cried. Another whack stung across my arse causing me to tense and grunt deeply. 

“Number two?” 

“No snooping!” I moaned. I took in a deep breath and squeezed the wood tightly as the third one hit. 

“Three?”. 

Every time he hit me, it masked the pain of being beaten by his men. It gave me a different pain to focus on, a pain that I was kind of enjoying. I was silent, trying to work out what the third broken rule was. He hit against me again but this time with more force causing me to squeal. 

“Three?!” He yelled impatiently. I changed my mind about enjoying it, that one hurt.

“I don’t know! I don’t know what else I did wrong!” I cried. He hit me again with impatience and then walked over and bent down to my eye level.

“Number three baby girl, is that you lied to me. You said you wasn’t snooping when you were caught red handed” he reminded me, his deep voice barely breaking a whisper. He held his gaze for a moment longer and resumed his torturous punishment. He hit against my skin again and repeated himself.

“Number three” he said gently. 

“I lied!” I cried out, praying that it was the last one. He ran the object along my raw bum and sighed.

“Good girl”. 

I sniffed and let my tears fall from the excruciating pain that was throbbing from my lower body. He slowly moved towards my face and instructed me to sit up. I did it carefully, conscious of how sore I was. I could hardly sit on my bum and groaned slightly as I straightened myself upright. He stroked my cheek affectionately and softened his eyes. 

“I went easy on you this time, if you disobey the rules again then I will not be so sensitive” he warned me with a smile.

“Get dressed” he demanded harshly as he went to put his object of torture back into the cupboard. 

I redressed myself and inspected, using my eyes, the object that he used. It looked like a whip that you would use on a horse, no wonder it hurt so much. He escorted me back to my room and locked the door. I guessed it was the final part to my punishment and if I was honest, I was relieved. At least this way, Camille can’t get to me and cause me anymore damage.