VanessaOver the next two hours, we move from store to store, interacting with the owners and exploring racks of designer clothing that stand like sentinels. The richness of colors and fabrics feels almost overwhelming, a stark contrast to the limited wardrobe I've grown up with. At first, I didn't want to get anything, considering the outrageous prices on the tags, but then Diego just sat tapping his foot until I picked something up. And then I kind of just went crazy and started trying on and picking out what I liked. Surprisingly, I thought Diego would've gotten bored this whole time and pull out his phone or something, but he watches me with interest, as if he wants to see my clothing preferences for himself. We're in the last store of the day, since Diego said we had to go soon. I'm just glad to finally have some clothes that I picked out myself since he controls every other aspect of my life. As the elderly woman, Ms. Garcia, delicately bags my clothes, she stares at my neck
VanessaThere's no way he could keep a promise like that, but I still believe him because what other choice do I have? I guess this is the day my captor becomes my protector. I shriek as the door swings open, announcing an unwelcome visitor. Diego reacts instantly, covering my mouth with a strong, calloused hand, his eyes delivering a stern warning. A chill runs down my spine, a shiver of fear amplified by the gravity in his gaze. The Russian intruder's voice, thick with a menacing accent, cuts through the tense silence. "Come out, Diego. I know you have what belongs to us," he taunts. "Just hand her over, and we won't have to kill more of your men." His voice is like shards of ice scraping against my body, sending shivers through every fiber of my being. They're here for...me? Diego and I share the same look of confusion. And if he's confused, I know I'm truly fucked. He has no fucking business not knowing what's going on right now! Trepidation wraps around me like a su
Diego Leo and I are both in the cold, soundproof basement covered in blood from head to toe, exhausted from our tedious labor. It has been three days since we were targeted and the stubborn motherfucker we captured still refuses to talk. The man I'm standing before is strapped in a metal chair naked, surrounded in his own urine. The mixture of fresh and dried blood adorns his battered body, a canvas painted with the various wounds we've inflicted upon him. Groans of pain escape his cracked lips, echoing deliciously throughout the dimly lit room. Torturing people isn't exactly my favorite part of the job. I prefer to shoot and keep it moving, but the Russians tried to take what is mine and they will pay. One at a fucking time until the entire clan is dead. Until they are wiped out of Nevada. Leo slumps back in his chair, lighting up a cigar. His countenance is cold and indifferent as usual. "Diego, let's just kill the miserable bastard. If we haven't broken him by now, it's not
Diego"Leo, want to take another turn?" I ask, my voice devoid of any emotion, the calmness of it contrasting sharply with the violence unfolding here. Andrei's eyes widen as he frantically looks between me and my Underboss. "Please don't," he pleads, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks. I fix my gaze on him, letting the weight of silence settle between us, purposefully deepening his despair. "Are you prepared to speak?" I inquire with menace, my voice cutting through the silent tension in the room. "If not, I can continue this all night. I'm through playing games. I want answers and I want them now." He coughs, spewing droplets of blood on the floor. "The girl you have...she was promised to Viktor. He won't stop until the contract is fulfilled." My jaw tenses. "Contract with who?" Suddenly, his head lolls to the side, his eyes rolling back in his head. Fuck, he must be passing out from the pain. Or dying from blood loss. Either way, neither is happening until I get my an
Vanessa Three days had passed since I narrowly escaped murder or kidnapping, but Diego has once again confined me within these suffocating walls. Anger and fear mingle within me, a potent cocktail that burns hotter with each passing day. I know he's been busy torturing some guy, but that doesn't justify treating me like a prisoner again. Not when I didn't do anything wrong this time! I've been pestering Danny about my captor's whereabouts all day, but every time I ask, he just grunts and turns his attention back to his phone. Strangely, I think he's starting to grow on me though...like toe fungus you just can't get rid of. The fact that he hasn't hurled a derogatory word my way in a while gives me a glimmer of hope—maybe, just maybe, he's harboring less animosity towards me. I lay on Diego's bed, my gaze fixed on the unyielding ceiling, casually toying with the collar around my neck. The room holds the oppressive silence of captivity that grows tighter by the minute. An hour a
VanessaA low growl emanates from his chest as Diego's jaw tightens in restrained frustration, his piercing gaze intensifying. "Enough! Time to put that filthy mouth of yours to better use," he declares, his voice low and commanding. He utters something in Spanish to Abuela, who remains in the kitchen. A few minutes later, she returns, carrying what appears to be a dog bowl filled with steak bites, mashed potatoes, and corn. Diego takes a seat, and she places the bowl beside his chair on the floor. Her expression remains stoic as she responds in their native language before quietly exiting the room. "Eat your dinner, Mascota," he orders harshly, not sparing a glance in my direction as he begins digging into his own plate. A wave of fear washes over me as I realize he's not dismissing his men. This is another punishment, done in front of others, meant to degrade and humiliate me. I glance around, searching for a sympathetic gaze among the men, but their eyes are averted, unwilling to
Vanessa I wake with him stroking my back. I must have turned over some part in the night, and I guess he thought it gave him the right to touch me. I never see Diego in the mornings, other than the day of the unfortunate shopping spree, so I'm assuming the man he was torturing is dead. I can't help but wonder if I've only witnessed a fraction of the anger and aggression he's capable of. I'm certain that Russian man experienced it in full, though I don't feel sympathy for him. He fucking deserved it. The bed dips as he makes his way to the bathroom. I keep my eyes closed, attempting to control my breathing so he'll leave me alone. The sound of water running in the tub and his footsteps padding against the floor reaches my ears. Suddenly, he yanks the blanket from my body. "Get up, Mascota," he demands, "you don't have to pretend to be asleep." I peek up at him through my lashes and gape at the sight before me. He's completely naked, his intimidating cock standing at attention. I sw
Vanessa His eyes never leave mine as he pulls down my pajama pants along with my panties. Completely exposed to him, heat rises to my face, and I quickly cover my bald pussy. Just as fast, he yanks my arms back down to my sides. "Don't ever hide that pretty pussy from me. It's mine!" he growls possessively. I avert my gaze to the tiled floor. "I-I'm sorry, Sir," I mumble. The bathroom is filled with the sound of him settling into the bathtub, water sloshing around him. "Get in, Mascota," he orders sternly, the command cutting through the air. "Okay." The water, hot but still pleasant, envelops me as I enter the tub across from him. I keep my eyes fixed on the ripples forming in the water, refusing to look directly at him. Even though the tub is unnecessarily spacious, knowing that we're both naked underneath the water is enough to have my skin crawling from my bones. "Eyes on me." I meet Diego's gaze and see him leaning on the other side of the tub, his arms spread on the edg