The Don's Puppet

CHAPTER 6. THE DEVIL.

“Take care of your little sister.”

My dead mother’s voice echoed in my head as I slowly began to take a bow, my legs giving in before my heart could. I was not going to show him weakness, I had to do this for Alice. She couldn’t end up in a place like this, she’d never make it.

“It’s us against the world, right?”

My little sister’s words played over and over in my head. Yes Alice, it is us against the world and right now, I had to take one for the team.

“Who do you think you are, dreaming so big?”

My father was the absolute worst, always screaming slurs and rolling around in his own vomit. He didn’t think I could be anything other than a waitress, if only he could see me now.

I was in the Contini mansion with Roman Contini, the Italian mafia boss known all over NYC. Granted, I would be his w***e, but I’d still be living better than my father ever did.

Now that I had convinced myself that this was the life, I could finally go through with it. I quickly pulled down his zipper, pushing all lingering thoughts. If I was going to do this, I had to do it right. Tease him a little, let him know I was not some prude he could take advantage of.

And hell, I was going to enjoy myself.

“Earlier, you asked if I was the second act.” I whispered, lifting my head up to look at him. As usual, he paid me no attention. He was more interested in his smoke, it was like he didn’t even feel my hand on his slacks. “Oh honey, I’m the main act.”

His eyes widened. I had his attention.

“Tell me what you like.” I said, my eyes fixated on his, as I got up to my feet. He was watching me the whole time, and I could tell that he could see right through my little game.

“You couldn’t possibly handle what I like.” His hands grabbed hold of my waist and he pulled me gently, closer to him.

I was shocked. This was not the same man that had inflicted pain on me just minutes ago. “Try me.” I found myself wanting to please him, to prove I was not just some little girl.

“What’s the rush? We have all the time in the world.”

“But you just wanted me to…” I stopped talking and pointed at his unzipped pants.

“I told you to get on your knees, I never told you to try to suck me off.” He chuckled a little, a cocky sadistic sound filling the air and once again reminding me of where I was. In the presence of the devil.

He inhaled smoke and puffed it into my face before discarding the rest of the cigarette into the ash bowl on the table. I coughed, not because of the smoke but because I wanted him to let go of me, he was still holding on to my waist and I was starting to get uncomfortable.

“I see you’re all talk, dolcezza.” His soft sultry voice whispered inches away from me, my bones suddenly felt weak and I could feel a sort of wetness making it’s way between my legs.

I pulled away from him, afraid he could hear my heart thumping within my chest. I was not going to let him own me. “I never say anything I don’t mean.”

It happened fast. He was swift, his legs left the table and he reached out towards me, swinging me around until my back was on the table. He leaned in, his breath a mixture of minty freshness and tobacco.

“You’re shaking.” He noted, his fingers trailing around the edge of my lace panties. He tugged at them gently, moving his fingers closer to the gap between my legs. “You’re terrified.”

“You wish.” I forced out, my breathing changing course as his hands moved.

“What would you do if I ripped apart this lace and took you right here?” I swallowed hard. He placed his face on my neck and sniffed all the way down to my stomach, he placed a kiss there and continued his journey past my belly button.

I’m doing this for Alice.

I forced myself to recite the sentence in my head, my mind fighting to focus on anything but him. His touch, his movement, the wetness.

My hands gripped the sides of the table and I felt his lips curl up in a smile. He had me exactly right where he wanted and I wasn’t mad about it. I wanted him to stop teasing and get straight to business. I could continue to convince myself this was all for Alice but I knew I was wrong.

And I was not the only one who knew.

Roman was enjoying every bit of this, he liked that I wanted him, needed him even. He was now past my hip, trailing kisses along my thigh, his hands still tugging at the hem of my underwear. Suddenly, he stopped. He stood up straight and looked at me, his eye contact even sexier than the scene. I watched him raise two fingers to his mouth, lick them and then without warning, he shifted the bottom of my pant to the side and inserted.

I let out a moan, my insides vibrating like electricity passing through my veins. He didn’t stay in for long though, it was over the moment he started. He moved away from me, took out a hanky and wiped his fingers.

Then, he got out his phone and dialed a number, communicated to whoever it was in Italian and proceeded to get dressed.

I sat up straight, confused. What exactly was going on?

“Get dressed.” He roared. “We have business to attend.”

We?

I stood up, grabbed the gown on the floor and put it on quickly.

Still in silence, he poured himself another glass of alcohol and finished it at a go. When he saw I was ready, he walked to the door and I followed. I kept trying to decipher his every look and body language.

Was it something I said?

Once we were at the door, he stopped. Turned around to look at me, a small smile playing at the tip of his lips. “You surprise me, Alexandra.”

Before I could think of a comeback, he cleared his throat and opened the door. Giovanni was already there, waiting. We walked in silence, or rather, I did. He and Giovanni spoke the whole time, except I couldn’t understand a word they were saying. He could have sold me right there and then and I wouldn’t know.

We passed more servants and men in black suits, all bowing in respect as we walked by. I was now in a part of the house I had never seen before, it was bigger than all the places I’d been to added together. It was like a whole different island on it’s own, I was starting to shudder at the thought of trying to escape with my sister.

Every door was heavily guarded, every wall I took a peak at was heavily decorated with expensive exotic paintings. Even the maids looked richer than I could ever be. After what seemed like an eternity, we got to the basement. It looked more like a dungeon.

Why was Roman bringing me here?

I looked at him for any sign but he had the best poker face I’d ever seen, so I kept quiet and followed silently.

Half way through, I heard a scream. I stopped, not daring to move.

Roman did not appear to notice this, he was so invested in the conversation he and Giovanni were having, it was like they hadn’t heard what I had.

Finally he stopped at a door and looked back at me, his expression scarier than I had ever seen. “Ladies first.” He said casually, ignoring how frightened I looked.

This was no man, he was truly the devil.