Catherine
I glance up at Dr. Davies when I am sure that Alessio is gone. He is staring with empty eyes at the screen of his computer.
“I’m sorry.” I murmur and he turns his large fearful eyes towards me. His face is ashen with a slight green tint, or it might be the light from the screen making him look green. “I didn’t think he would find out.”
“He always finds out!” His paleness disappears beneath a red flush of anger. “I knew he would so I decided to not buy them for you. I will not risk my life for yours, Dr. Ross. Never ask me to do anything like that, ever again! I will not do it!” I hang my head in shame. I did not mean for him to risk his life. I really didn’t think Alessio would find out. I blink my eyes furiously against the tears that well up. I rea
Alessio Fuck! She gets me hard every time I see her. I need to take her again. When I open the door to my office I am met with the eyes of both Franco and Nino. Franco is leaning against my desk while Nino is sitting on the couch flicking a butterfly knife open and closed. I feel Catherine relaxing slightly in my grip, which makes me grin at my brothers. “It seems like we will have an audience for your punishment.” I haul her to my desk and now she is struggling harder than before. “No. Please Alessio. Don’t do this.” Her pleading arouses me even more. When we reach my desk Franco steps away and sits down on the couch next to Nino. I push her down over the desk with her ass turned to Franco and Nino. Grabbing her hands I use a string I have lying on the desk t
Catherine I have to get out of here. Quickly! But how? How will I be able to escape when Pierto is constantly following me? When Alessio has every guard and employee under his thumb? No one will help me. No one dares. It’s either their and their families lives or mine. I would probably choose my family as well. But even though their choices are understandable it still hurts to know that no one here is good enough to take a stranger’s side and help. Then there is the reason I have to get out as quickly as possible. Sure I am worried about my health and mental status, but what worries me the most is the fact that I like it. I like the way he fucks me. I liked it when he lent me out to Franco and Nino. Nino, who I thought was the kind and gentle one of them but he’s just the same. It never occured to him to refuse raping me
Catherine So this is my life right now. I work in the clinic during the day and sometimes I get called out in the evenings as well. I have now been to the little society that is connected to the mansion. It has four three story apartment buildings and a few townhouses. There are approximately two hundred and fifty people living there, all belonging to the family. Then there are a few that live in the mansion as well. I like the people, I really do. They are all nice, kind and hard working. Everyone is doing their best to keep their community strong, functioning and companionable. When I go out to the community I have to bring at least two other guards. I am not trustworthy enough to leave the mansion with only Pierto in tow. I don’t really care all that much. I try to behave and not draw attention from the guards. I want
CatherinePregnant… I am pregnant… I have a fetus gorving in my uterus. Okay. That sounded awfully insentinent, but that is what I’m going for at the moment. I don’t want to think about it as a child. I don’t want the child! Right? My child.I place my hands on the lower part of my stomach. There is a new life growing there. Sure it is still very early and the chance, or risk, of miscarriege is still very high and something I wish for, right?I sigh and throw myself back on the bed. I have wanted a child for a long time. I want my mom to meet her grandchild before she dies. Not that she will know it’s her grandchild but still. But I wished that it wasn’t that man’s child. Alessio Peccati. The mafia king. A mons
AlessioI hate you.Her words are heavy in my heart. I can understand that she doesn’t love me. No one can love a man like me. But I never thought the word hate would hurt this much. She has said it before and I am sure she will say it again. But yesterday. There was something deeper. Something… I don’t know what. There was truth in the way she said it. Sorrow and longing in one.I spin my chair back and forth as I stare blankly at the glass of untouched whiskey in my hand. I have been hiding in my office for the better part of the morning. Sulking. That is what I’m doing. And I don’t sulk! I am Alessio fucking Peccati for crying out l
CatherineIt is another slow day at the clinic and I think I’m going mad. I sit at my desk with my head leaned in my hands staring at Dr. Davies as he plays games on his smartphone. I miss my own phone. If I had a phone I could play games as well. Not that I enjoy phone games that much. I wish I could have the internet on my own computer as well. But I am still not trusted with either. The times I need to use the net Pierto always stands behind me inspecting everything I do.Most of all I miss my job. My life. Vanessa and my mom. I have not been allowed to meet my mom since I came here. I asked Alessio about it but he refused me. He doesn’t want me off the premises. It’s not safe!
CatherineI have been working so hard to not act suspicious or anxious. The fact that I haven’t heard anything from Dr. Davies about how this is going down today doesn’t help at all. I know it is important that we don’t get caught. He is risking his own life to get me out of here. And so is Dr. Martin. I wonder what they will ask for in payment. I have money so I am sure I can pay them enough. But before all that I need to get somewhere safe. Somewhere far away from here. And I need to contact the police as well. Perhaps I can get help from them.I am just about to close up the clinic after another slow day. There has been a young family with their sick child and a few elderly in to get treatment but otherwise slow. Most days are slow with only a few sick people or someone with insomnia. Then there are thos
AlessioIt’s almost one o’clock as I plant my feet on the landing of my private quarters. I am dead tired and can’t wait to crawl into bed next to my Catherine. I have been wanting for her since I left the mansion to sort out some businesses.The mansion is eerily quiet and the landing is even more so. I narrow my gaze toward the chair that Carlos, a young man who’s still working to earn his position, is sitting in. He is slumped in the chair with a cap drawn low over his face. He’s never asleep on the job. He knows what it could lead to. I go up to him and jank the cap off his head. His head falls limply back but he doesn’t wake. I slap him hard over the face.“Carlos!” No reaction. He has been drugged and is out cold