Finding Her Demon Mate

William was packing frantically waiting for his wife. He owed lots of money to the Mafia. Things had gotten bad these last couple of years and he figured that he could pay back what he had borrowed. He was friends with Thomas McMillan. The head boss of the Mafia. He had asked for the p*****t and Thomas had happily agreed. Telling William that he had as much time as he needed, but it was a trap. What I didn't know was that they had a plan far more diabolical to get what they wanted from me. I called my daughter Libby, but she wasn't answering. Figures as much. She was out playing with her best friends. My wife was upstairs getting a few things, but she was taking forever. "Lonnie, We have to go... NOW! They could come any-..." I screamed frantically but was interrupted by a voice. Goosebumps ran over my body. No. No. "Hello, William. Were you planning on running away from me? Ha! You do realize you can never get away from me. I am the fûcking Mafia. I rule over everything here!" yelled Thomas McMillan viciously. I gulped and started shaking. "I... Thomas... I mean sir... I.."I said stuttering with fear as I looked down and dropped to my knees. "Please. You told me that I had more time." I say nervously. Thomas laughs cruelly. I hear him click his tongue and shake his head. "I decide when that time is done and how much time you have. I want what is owed to me. Guards, go get his wife upstairs. I can't afford any mistakes." he yells and commands his men. I try to get to my feet when I feel a sharp kick to my ribs and stomach. "Don't even think about it, Willy. I will fûcking slit her throat if you even struggle or resist. Do you understand me!" he whispers harshly in my ear. I cringe with fear. "Please.... don't.... hurt my wife. I swear I won't struggle." I say cowering. I hear my wife scream with fear. "Please. I beg you." I say begging. He grabs my hair harshly and drags me toward the living room. I wince with pain but don't resist. He throws me to the floor and I grab my ribs carefully. I am gasping for air because my ribs are broken. My wife is thrown in front of me on the floor. She has red marks on her face. My fists clench at my sides angrily, but as I reach for her so that I can hold her close, she cries. "Billy, what have you done?" she whispered quietly. I drop my shoulders in defeat. "I borrowed money from Mr. McMillan. I have been struggling a lot with my job and I couldn't keep up with everything. I didn't want us to struggle with anything. Libby has school and I just wanted ever-..."I explained to my wife but was cut off by Thomas. "Libby? Who is Libby? What have you been hiding from me Willy?" he says sternly. Dammit, how could I have been so stupid to mention my baby girl? I don't want her part of this. "I will not repeat myself. NOW TELL ME!" Thomas speaks quietly but with such fierceness. "Please. I will do anything. Just leave Libby out of this." I beg him with tears falling from my eyes as I grit my teeth. Before I know what is happening, he grabs my wife and slits her throat. She screams and then falls to the floor dead. There is blood everywhere. "NOOOOOOO..... Oh God, Lonnie!" I sob as I hold her dead body. "I'm so sorry baby. Please open your eyes." I am inconsolable. "Tell me what I want to know Willy. Otherwise, Libby will be next. Who is this Libby?" he growls harshly. "Libby..... is....... my..... daughter," I say quietly. I feel numb all over. My wife is dead. God, I am so glad Libby isn't here. "Where is Libby? I want to meet this young lady." he smiles evilly. I shake my head. "She is not here. She is with friends. Please she is only ten." I say with horror. I watch his smile change to a frown, he looks like he is thinking about something, maybe even planning something. My insides churn with fear. Oh, God! He couldn't possibly think..... Libby!! He watches my face and when the realization hits me and he smirks even bigger. "There is only one way I will forgive your debt, Willy. I want Libby for my son. He needs a wife. She is young enough to be trained to obey and submit to his every whim. You will work for me for the rest of your pathetic life. I will not accept any other p*****t. Call your daughter and bring her to me. NOW!" he says as he points a gun at my head. I am shaking uncontrollably. I grab my phone with trembling fingers and dial my baby girl's number. Maybe one day she will forgive me. When she answers the phone, I smile sadly as tears fall down my cheeks. "Baby girl, I need you to come home now. Daddy has someone...... who wants to meet you." I say trying to sound convincing. *Libby POV* I was at my friend June's house. Luther was here with us. I have been friends with them since I was little. We are inseparable. We are like the Three Musketeers! We would do anything for each other. I am ten years old, but I knew a lot for my age. My Mom and Dad raised me right. I have always been respectful and always did as I was told. I had been playing with my friends all day. June and Luther were chasing after me as I screamed. We were playing tag. I was catching my breath when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. A picture of my Dad was on the screen. I smiled softly and answered the phone. "Hey, Daddy. What's up?" I answer cheerfully. "Baby girl, I need you to come home now. Daddy has someone...... who wants to meet you." my Dad's voice quivers as he responds. That's weird. "But Daddy, I am still play-.." I whine sadly but am interrupted by my Dad. "Now. There is no time for anything else. Please you need to hurry." my Dad says sternly. I pout my lips even though I know he can't see me. "Fine. I am on my way now." I reply with defeat. I walk over to June and Luther. My head is sagging with sadness. "I have to go home, My Dad says he wants me to meet someone. I am a little worried though. My Dad didn't seem like himself. He sounded like he had been crying. His voice was cracking and raspy." I say curiously. My friends pout but they just nod their heads sadly. "Ok, but just make sure you come by tomorrow," says Luther sternly. I shake my head and just chuckled. I salute him, "Yes, Sir!" he just laughs and they give me a hug and I walk home. As I get closer to my house I notice several black SUVs outside parked. Hmmm... that's strange. My Dad doesn't have a lot of friends and the ones he does have don't drive cars like this. I am hesitant. I have a strange feeling overwhelming my whole body. Fear. I don't scare easily, but I feel the pit of my stomach knotting up. I walk closer and hear that my father is crying uncontrollably. I run to the door and burst through. I am immediately grabbed by two huge men and dragged to the living room. There is a smell of blood. My stomach churns. Oh, My God! I hope my Mom and Dad are okay. Just as I finish this thought I notice my Dad on the floor with my Mom in his arms and there is blood everywhere. He keeps crying and rocking back and forth. I notice an older man sitting on a chair next to my Dad with a knife on the table dripping with blood and a revolver pointed toward my Dad. He seems like he is impatient and bored. I gasp with shock. I let out a sob and struggle in the men's arms. I notice the man sitting down nod towards the men holding me and they release me. I drop to the ground and race to my Mom and Dad. "Mom..... Mom..... Please open.... your.... eyes..." I am trembling uncontrollably. "What happened Dad.. why... (hiccup)... is Mom...(hiccup)... not.... responding." My Dad just looks at me sadly and opens his mouth to answer me, but is cut off by the older man. "She is not responding my dear dear Libby, because I slit her throat. Your dear old Dad decided to borrow money from me, The Thomas McMillan. I had to teach him a lesson when you deal with the Mafia." He sneers and continues as he watches me crying hysterically and my Dad is trying to console me, "Plus I have decided that your father will be working with me for the rest of his life and you, my beautiful Libby will be taken and trained to be the best wife my son could ever want. You will learn to submit and obey my son Nelson. He needs a good wife and you will do just fine." he chuckles darkly. I feel my throat closing up. Did he just say..... wife? "But I am only ten years old you psychopath. This is illegal. I will not agree to this. Never!" I scream angrily. He gets up quickly and grabs my Dad by the throat and lifts him off the ground. My mom's body falls to the ground lifelessly. I sob more. "You're a monster," I say growling. I rush to my Mom. My eyes grow wide when I realize that he has a knife to my Dad's throat. I cover my mouth with my hands. My Dad is gasping for air and is looking at me with pleading eyes. I don't want my Dad to die. "Listen here, little girl. I am God here. What I say fûcking goes. Do you understand me? Or should I slit the throat of your father as well and leave you without a family? Hmmm..... decisions... decisions.... time is ticking down....... 5....... 4....... 3...... 2...." he says counting down the time. "F-fine... ok... I will... do... what... you... ask. Just please... don't hurt my Daddy." I say sniffing softly. He releases my Dad and smirks cruelly. "Let's go. Clean up this mess." he nods to his guards. They start cleaning and taking care of my Mom. I kiss her forehead one last time and she is taken away. I get up and ask, "May I get a few things from my room? I promise I won't run. I will do as you ask." I ask him calmly. He nods his head and I rush to my room. I grab a backpack from my room and put a few pictures with my mom in there, I grab my pictures with my besties and then grab a few of my clothes that I like, and once I fill my bag with what I want to bring I close the door behind me and walk back downstairs. I see my Dad helping clean up. He works for Mr. McMillan now. I am officially the property of the Mafia. We are taken to the SUVs outside. They open the SUV door and I get in. My dad was getting in when he was dragged to another car. My dad grits his teeth but doesn't fight. My eyes were wide with fear when I notice that Mr. McMillan is riding with me. I am shaking tremendously. "We have a few things we need to discuss on the way there my dear Libby," he says smiling cruelly, and pats the seat next to him. I gulp loudly and very quietly sit next to him with my head down. He chuckles and then pats my head and grabs my chin tightly and forces me to look at him. "So Libby, this is how it is going to go. You will be trained to obey and submit completely to my son. He will be taking over when he turns twenty-one and will need to have a woman by his side, who knows her place. You will learn to keep your mouth shut unless spoken to, you will not look him in the eyes without his permission, you will accept whatever he asks of you, and you will make sure that he is pleased however he sees fit." he explains to me. I am completely horrified and feel sick to my stomach again. Oh, God! Tears are streaming down my cheeks. "But you will not marry him or have any relations with him until you are eighteen. You will still do all of the things I just told you though. You still need to show respect and not talk unless spoken to. You must call my son Sir unless he asks you to call him something else. You will be a maid until that day comes. You will be trained daily on other things. You might think I am a monster Libby, but I will not accept my son doing anything with a minor. He must learn his place as well. He will respect my decisions or he will not take over. It's plain and simple. You will address me as Sir or Master McMillan. Is this all clear to you? Because if it is not, I have no problem in killing your father." he says sternly. I feel numb. I just nod my head stiffly and sniff as I wipe my nose. "Words, Libby. I will not be disrespected. Do you hear me!" he says angrily. I nod my rapidly, "Yes... S-Sir. I understand... c-completely." I answer slowly while stuttering softly. He smiles genuinely and pats my head. "Good girl. Now let's go home, shall we?" he says softly. "Yes sir, let's go home," I say as tears continually fall off my cheeks. *Nelson POV* Dad called me a little bit ago. He told me that he has a surprise for me. I don't really like surprises too much, but since my dad is my dad, I can't really say no. He would kick my ass. Plus I have to keep up with training since I will be taking over from my dad once I turn twenty-one. I love going along with my dad when he takes care of the dumbass people who think they can pull one over on him. At the moment though since he had to take care of some business alone, I decided to train with a few of my bodyguards. I was drenched in sweat and kicking their âsses. They are tough but I am tougher. My Dad trained me since I was little. I finished and decided to go take a shower. "Marie... Make me a sandwich and bring it to my room!" I growled at my maid. "Yes, of course, Master Nelson," she says trembling. I just smirk evilly. I know everyone is afraid of me. Good. They should be. I am not someone who likes to be disrespected. I demand complete submission and respect. I may be thirteen, but I am my father's son. I finish in the shower and find the tray with my sandwich on my bed. I walk out in my towel and check to see if it is still good. I open the lid and see a perfect sandwich. I snatch it out and eat it. It is just the way I love my sandwiches. I finish my sandwich and get dressed in a pair of sweats and a tank top. I lay on my bed and put my headphones on. I'm laying there with my eyes closed and relaxing a bit after training when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I tense and instantly get angry for being disturbed. "Why are you bothering me, Marie? Don't you kno-" I say angrily but was interrupted by being backhanded on my face. I open my eyes and see my dad. I gulp loudly. He is seething with anger. I instantly fall to my knees. "F-Father.. f-forgive me. I didn't... know... you... were b-back." I stuttered while wiping the blood from my lip. "This is the kind of respect you give your father! Why in the hêll are you stuttering? Don't be stupid. I raised you better than that. You are a McMillan! Start acting like one." he says with disgust. I notice a girl behind my father shaking and trying to hide behind him. "Yes, Father. I am sorry for disappointing you. It won't happen again. Who is that?" I ask curiously. My dad's eyes light up with an evil smile. "Libby. Come here," he says sternly. "Yes, Sir. I am here," she says softly. She is pretty. I like her a lot. "Son, I would like to introduce you to Libby Andrews. She is going to be your wife once you turn twenty-one. I want you and the maids to train her and teach her how she needs to act. Under no circumstances will there be any sêxual acts Nelson. She is ten. I want her to learn for the next eight years. She needs to be perfect. Not one act Nelson. Otherwise, I will not let you take over. You need to be perfect and clean just the way I was. I don't want any mistakes. Am I clear Nelson?" he says sternly and with fierceness. I look at my Dad with determination and nod my head. "Yes Sir. I understand." He nods his head with approval. "Excellent! I will leave you two alone. I want you to get to know each other more. Libby, you will stay here with Nelson for a while. I will send Marie when it is time for you to go to your room." he says as he walks towards the door. "Yes sir. I will do as you ask," she whispers and turns back to me. My dad leaves the room and now it is just us. I can not understand it, but I am so excited to have Libby here. All I can think of is fresh meat. *Libby POV* I watch as Mr. McMillan leaves the room. I am terrified of his son. He seems more sinister than his father. If the evil smirk on his face is any indication, then my life is going to be hell. He has his hands behind his back and walks around me looking and searching for anything wrong. "First order of business will be this. Number one, I expect you to call me Master Nelson. No other name will be accepted. If you forget, then you will be punished. Number two, I expect your complete submission and respect. I expect you to do whatever I ask and whatever I want. No exceptions. If you don't listen, then you get punished. Number three, I expect complete silence unless I talk to you and ask for your opinion then your trap should be shut. I will personally punish you if this happens. Every day I will train you for two hours a day. After that, then I will give you to Marie so she can train you in being a maid. I expect you to wake me up every morning and have my clothes ready for when I finish showering. I expect my breakfast ready by 9 a.m. and sitting on the dining room table with you standing next to me. If I require lunch I will call for you. Dinner shall be served no later than seven thirty in the evening. While my family eats, I expect you to stand by my chair and wait until I finish. You will speak to no one unless you have my permission. You will not look me in my eyes or anyone else unless I give you permission. You will not touch another man or talk to another man other than myself and my father. I expect your obedience with this one specifically. You are mine and I do not and will not share what is mine. You are allowed to talk to Marie and then women maids only. Apart from that, if you so much as talk to anyone that I have not given you permission to speak to, you will get severely punished. Do I make myself completely understood?" he tells me sternly. I am trembling and scared. I feel like he can sense my fear. Like he craves it. I nod my head softly and sigh softly, "Yes... Master.... N-Nelson... I understand c-completely. I will do w-what you ask o-of me." she whispers. I have tears running down my cheek. He reaches out and cups my face. I flinch slightly, afraid he is going to hit me, but he wipes my tears away with his thumbs. Then before I can react he grabs my hair harshly. I cry out and whimper in pain. "Don't even think about stuttering when you speak to me and if you ever flinch or cower from my touch again. I promise you that you will not enjoy what I have planned for you. Do I make myself clear?" he says growling. "Yes, Master Nelson. Crystal Clear." I say trembling. "Good. You may leave and rejoin with the maids." I rush out quickly before he changes his mind. I run into Marie. She was headed towards the room when I ran out. "Miss Libby, please come with me. I must show you to your room. I have your maid uniform all ready as well." she smiles softly. She seems nice. I hope that I can make friends with her. I am here all alone. Even though my dad is working for Mr. McMillan, I have a feeling that I won't be able to see him very much. Nelson has very strict rules. I wonder what happened to make him this way. I follow Marie to my room and she closes the door behind us. "Miss Libby. You must be very careful and do everything like Master Nelson wants. He is very cruel and mean. His punishments are not very nice either. Please try to protect yourself." she says trembling and hugs me tightly. "Stay strong Miss Libby, rest today, while you can. Tomorrow we will start your training and you will start your life in hêll," she whispers softly and sighs sadly. I just nod and sit on my bed. She leaves me alone with my stuff. I grab my bag and start unpacking. I place the picture of my Dad, Mom and me on my bedside table. Right next to it, I place a picture of June, Luther, and me. We are all smiling and laughing. I feel tears falling again. Today, I lost my mom and the bestest friends a girl could have. I know that I will never see them again. Mr. McMillan and Master Nelson will make sure of it. I don't know when or even how, but I swear to my Mom, June, and Luther that I will do everything in my power to escape and get away from this place. I have to play nice at the moment, but there will be a time when I will be able to make my plan work. When I finally do that, I will never turn around and come back. I refuse to live, be forced to love, and get married to a monster. I will never let them know of my plans. I do not trust anyone, not even Marie.