Alessia Romero
____ Marco turned twenty-five. On the evening of his birthday, the two of us were at his house. Marco suggested a simple setting in his house's backyard. It warmed my heart to see that he wanted to enjoy his birthday with me alone. My dedication to making the relationship work was apparent, given my ability to throw an incredible party. So, I agreed to his proposal of a simple dinner together. He owned a luxurious beach house, one of a kind in the area. Marco was a rich kid, raised by wealthy parents and now running a business. He took over as the president of one of his father's businesses. I would lie if I said I knew what kind of business his father owned. I had been careful not to appear snoopy, so I never asked. The backyard looked gladden in the eyes, complementing the golden dress he sent me. The radiant lights and the candles on the table gave me a certain warmth that made me relax. I admired the commitment he exerted to make the dinner memorable, given that it would mark my first night with a man. Despite the beautifully arranged dinner, Marco looked unsettled. He sat before me, clad in a simple flowery sleeveless shirt paired with khaki trousers. The locks of his brown hair could have been perfect if he wasn't running his fingers through it often. I noted he had drained the second glass of wine, despite us seated for less than thirty minutes. I took a sip of the red wine, wiped my mouth with the table napkin, and broke the silence. I knew it was our first night together and perhaps he felt anxious, but I wanted to reassure him of my readiness. "The food is so delicious." His chef had prepared some savory gnocchi for the main dish and gelato for dessert. "Your favorite." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Do you want more?" He asked, and I shook my head. Clearly, my plate had plenty. It could have been the dress I didn't wear that made him look all bothered. But in a case like that, he could have been angry and not uncomfortable. "Is that my birthday present?" He asked and good gracious, I had been expecting to hear him jolt a conversation He was referring to the white shopping bag I had. It was not his gift but the golden dress he sent me. I needed to explain why I carried the dress instead of wearing it. It could have been the issue weighing on him; I yearned for my Marco to come back. "No, I-" I paused when his phone rang. We stared silently, thinking he would turn it off, but he pushed his seat behind. "Excuse me." He got up and left. When he disappeared, I picked up my handbag and fished for a black box that had his birthday gift. I purchased a watch for his birthday. He was rich, and rich people loved watches. I sat it on his side of the table, then drew my hand away as quickly as I heard some footsteps approaching. I fixed myself and sat up straight, a smile settling on my lips. Lifting my gaze to the hallway that led to the backyard, Marco showed up with two men, or rather, giant men. He had the look of a person trying to stop a time ticking on a bomb. He was confused and terrified. My heart picked its pace. I got up with a concern taking over my entire self. "Marco?" I called when he got in front of me. The echoes of his breath fell on my face. "You need to leave." He grabbed my handbag from the table and handed it to me. "Go, I will explain this later." "Wait," I grabbed his hand and pulled him back, "What is it?" "Hey," He stepped in and cupped my face. "Trust me, okay?" A feathery kiss met my forehead. "Please go now!" He urged. His hands slipped off me as he stepped away. I made a step to follow him, but the two men stepped in. Each grabbed me by my upper arm. They aggressively dragged towards the back gate. "Wait," I shrugged them off. "Come on!" I raised my voice when I noticed we were heading to the seaside. "What are you doing? Hey!" "It's for your own good, madam. Let's go." "No!" I fought deliberately to break free, but their grips tightened, rendering me more pain in my skin. The sensation of the ground beneath my feet vanished. They hauled me up, and I suspended my feet as the men carried me. "Hey! Let me go!" I yelled, my voice echoing in the darkness as we left the house. Fear crept down my spine the more we entered the ominous darkness. The lights from Marco's house faintly illuminate the surroundings, casting long shadows. My heart froze at the overlapping gunfire sounds from Marco's house. I tilted my head, peering over the shoulder to witness what was happening. Nothing that made sense that I could see. Worst-case scenarios sabotaged my mind, like getting killed and dumped in the sea. The gunfire continued, and the men began dragging me away until we came to a sudden halt. I gasped when the men dropped me and I landed on the sand beach flat on my ass. They swiftly pulled out their guns and aimed at a man standing in front of us. I could barely see his face, but he stood six feet above the ground, looking relaxed while smoking. Something about him screamed danger. I shuffled back, not trusting any of them. When I realized I was far away I could run, I risked it and got up. It's then I missed the days when Carina urged me to do morning runs because I could not take a step. A gunfire echoed from behind, and I froze in my tracks. A thud emerged and silence settled. Run, Alessia. Where had my strength gone? The sound of approaching footsteps met my ears, and every fiber in me tensed. As the person drew closer to me, I shut my eyes and held my breath. Who dies on the beach? Images of my lifeless body flashed through my mind. He could throw me into the sea and the relentless sea creatures consume me to the last piece. He halted behind me, the scent of his cigarettes drifting through my nose. I stood still, expecting a gunshot. "We meet again." His deep voice rang above me and I flinched. "Now, be a good girl and lead the way." I couldn't muster the strength to move, let alone be a good girl. He gave me all the time to take a step, but I remained frozen. Who was he? Where did we meet before? Why did his voice sound so familiar? Why did I recognize his scent? "Very well." He took a step closer and my breath hitched when he pressed his body against mine from behind. He leaned in close to my neck, his breath falling on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "You didn't wear the dress. That bruised my pride." His words lingered in the atmosphere before he slammed a cloth to my nose. I fought against his firm hand, but my body surrendered. Darkness settled in my eyes, I blinked shut, and the world slipped away.Alessia Romero ______ A brisk breeze grazed my shoulder, and a shiver ran down my spine. I sluggishly fumbled in search of something to cover myself from the chill, and fortunately, I found one. My body felt relaxed, except for the window of the room that was certainly open, allowing the breeze to sneak in. A soft groan left my throat and ran my hand through my hair. I inhaled the delightful scent on the bedding, enough to bring a smile to my lips. Stretching my hands with a yawn, the breeze grew strong, wafting in the room and carrying with it the scent of the ocean. I grew reluctant to wake up; the bed felt so comfortable that it compelled me to continue sleeping. But my stomach rumbled. I was starving. Most of the time, I rarely woke up hungry. I got used to waking up in the middle of the night to grab some snacks, like cupcakes. Did I skip a meal? Attempting to remember what I had for dinner, visions began gushing in my brain. The untouched delicious meal from the roman
Alessia…..Three days had passed while still in the mafia captive. It meant that my parents couldn't get me out. I wondered what the Italian mafia wanted from me.On the third day, they took me to the Lazza territory after locking me in a room. Mystery surrounded the territory. Normal people could not tell what businesses took place in it.Lazza, the mafia leader, walked ahead of us. I was between two of his men who walked side by sideAs much as I trusted my parents and Marco to get me out, I still looked around to familiarize myself with the place. The hidden spirit within me longed to escape.On arriving at the mansion's main entrance, Lazza halted, and so did we. His aura felt dark and unfriendly, and his stern look could get your knees succumbing. He turned to face me and I maintained a courageous look on me. Despite knowing for certain that I was innocent, his gaze still intimidated me.“Take her to my office.” He instructed his men and strode towards the east side of the mansi
Alessia *** As Lazza said, I was suddenly a pet. Being a maid meant I was turned to being someone's pet. They instructed me on what I was supposed to do. I also met Clara, one of the maids who I took over from. She explained about the job. I was to serve meals, be available whenever the boss needed me, and entertain him. Preferably, stripping or lap dancing. After I was given all I needed, I let Clara do the job for the night. Everything felt like rubbish to me. Once everyone had left to serve their masters, I remained in the main kitchen. I sat at one table in the massive kitchen. I understood their need to have such an enormous modern kitchen; they made a variety of food. The maids had to push trolleys to the respective wings to serve the Lazza family members. Lazza carried the family name as the boss. No one was allowed to call him by his real name. So his real name remained mysterious. Settling with a plate of saffron pasta and veggie salad, I ate. Who knew what would happ
Alessia Romero------------I stabbed someone. That meant I was just like them. My hands were coated with sin. Caught in Mafia affairs turned me into a cold-blooded murderer. The sight of the knife stuck on his stomach played in me. All night, I stayed up because I couldn't bring myself to shut my eyes. Everything would flash before my eyes. Blood.Guilty consumed me every second that ticked. Being locked in a cold lonely basement did not allow me to know what was happening out there. Did I kill him? What if I did?But he deserved it. I loathed him with every fiber in my body. He disgusted me to even think he could be comfortable asking me to strip for him. I wanted to chop off his balls and shove them into his filthy mouth. Who even gave him the name? It did not suit any sense of the human being he was.I exhaled to release the feeling stuck in my chest. I felt guilty but again, he deserved it. I wondered when it was all gonna end. Maybe I was stuck in the situation forever. It hit h
Alessia Romero ----- Going for a damn day, and a night without a circus felt unreal. It scared me more than fighting with one of the evil family members. After the auction that went wrong, we came back to the mansion. Though I stayed in the dormitory as instructed by Matteo, I still thought Lazza or his brother Romeo would launch their demons again. They did not, actually, I nevert saw them ever since. Maybe someone needed to stab Romeo for the peace of everyone in the area. That wasn't supposed to be something to cheer me up, because I wouldn't know what they were cooking under my nose. Perhaps to assassinate me in front of everyone as a life lesson, or to torment me to the last breath. I sighed at that, rolling over on the squeaky metallic bed to get a good position so I could continue sleeping. Though I was starving, that should have been what woke me up, but no, it had to be the door flying open, the knob slamming on the wall as the noise echoed in the whole dormitory. The
Alessia Romero---------"Hey, last born, follow me, we have a meeting." Clara walked into the dorm. I had finished dressing up after a long cold shower, the weather was hot as it was summer."Last born?" I rose an amused brow."Yes, you are the only teenager here? I heard you are nineteen." She was busy throwing some nuts in her mouth. How was she so okay while in hell?"Hmm, a good reason for me to be out of here," I uttered bitterly. "Anyway, what's the sudden meeting?""There was an adjustment with the working schedule. You'll be introduced to other workers to avoid problems. That also includes the Lazza family members. They will be there.""I don't want to see their faces!" I gritted as we bolted to the exit.We walked to the west wing, it appeared that the west wing was where all the activities occurred. The east wing was the Mafia boss' private wing and Sofia and Romeo occupied the south and North wing.Some soldiers were in the room, the same as the other four ladies we shared
Rodion Konstantin------A buzz in my phone caught my attention. It was a reminder of an event I was required to attend that night. Some businessmen in the country invited me to some occasional events. Some involved a good amount of money and in others, I could walk away with a wealthy property.Running a strong mafia team put me at a high demand. I had several human beings who paid a good amount of money for my protection. For some politicians who I happen to play dirty for them to win the elections, they kept me close because their lives and career lay in my hands.I concentrated back on my laptop doing some checks on my businesses. Money defined my line of duty, that was what everyone involved with the Lazza affair knew. Some of workers needed that reminder, because I hated to see the profit margins going down.I took a sip of cold whiskey.People worshiped Lazza for their game. You involve Lazza, you win battles. That's how I played. I loved it clean, and a simple mistake meant de
Alessia Romero --------------- "It's her turn!" His declaration caught my body frozen. For a second I thought he was kidding until the lady began freeing my hands. It scared me because for him to untie me meant I would hate what was to happen more than I hated being tied up. My heart raced at the situation. I could feel myself trembling even before I got what I asked for. Tears blinded me to imagine myself sucking one of the dicks. Sickness emerged inside me and I turned to Lazza. "You can't do this." I murmured but he had busied himself with a glass of whiskey. “Come on, you can't do this.” My voice grew. “Get her on stage, quickly!” He yelled at the lady who had been releasing my hands, once she freed me, she grabbed my hands and handcuffed me. “What are you doing? Hey—” “Shut the fuck up!” Lazza launched on me, I could have jerked away but I was scared of what awaited me than his face. The girl freed my legs and gripped me, pulling me to get up. I fought, sitting back on t