Mafia Pawn, page 1
Mafia Pawn
A. Riebold
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2023 by A. Riebold
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No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.
Contents
Trigger Warnings
One
1. Two
2. Three
3. Four
4. Five
5. Six
Seven
6. Eight
7. Nine
8. Ten
9. Eleven
10. Twelve
11. Thirteen
12. Fourteen
13. Fifteen
14. Sixteen
Seventeen
15. Eighteen
16. Nineteen
Twenty
17. Twenty-One
18. Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
Thirty-Two
Thirty-Three
Thirty-Four
Thirty-Five
Thirty-Six
Thirty-Seven
Thirty-Eight
Thirty-Nine
Forty
Forty-One
Forty-Two
Forty-Three
Forty-Four
Forty-Five
Forty-Six
Forty-Seven
Forty-Eight
Forty-Nine
Fifty
Epilogue
About Author
Trigger Warnings
Violence
Rape
Trafficking
One
Natalia
Today is my eighteenth birthday; it also happens to be my wedding day. My hands shake as they hold those of the man in front of me as the priest says his piece. Matteo Moretti barely looks at me, almost annoyed he has to be here as much as I am. He glares at the priest to speed it up, and I take the chance to take him in. He’s far taller than me, and even though he’s thirty-nine, he appears to still be in shape under his tuxedo. His dark hair is pushed neatly back on the top of his head, his brown eyes dark as he glares at me.
How did I end up here? I look out over the crowd at my father and his second wife and daughter. He married almost immediately after my mother died to some awful woman, and they had an even worse child spawn. My half-sister, Angela, was sixteen and practically the devil incarnate. My parents would rather have married her off to the prominent mafia boss to solidify their positions in Chicago. However, sadly she was still a minor and only half Italian. So here I am, being forced to marry a man old enough to be my father.
Matteo squeezes my hands hard, and I look up to lock eyes with him once more. I swallow hard as he raises his brows, leaning down so only I can hear him. “Pay attention, girl.”
The priest clears his throat, catching my attention. “Do you, Natalia Rosa De Luca take this man to be your husband?”
Yada, yada. I blank out again before nodding. “I do.” I look down as Matteo slides a beautiful, diamond-crusted wedding band on my ring finger as the priest continues.
When Matteo says his own, ‘I do,’ I follow after him, sliding on a silver wedding band on his ring finger as he nods slightly. He sighs when he’s told we can kiss and my eyes snap shut as he leans forward to place a peck on my lips.
That’s it? That’s all I can think of. One measly peck? He grabs my hand, walking through the processional until we are outside in front of a limo. He practically tosses me inside, forcing me to collide with another man. I groan, looking up at the man with dark hair and bright blue eyes, a five o’clock shadow on his face. “I’m sorry.”
He doesn’t say anything, only points to the seat across from him. I smooth down my dress and take the seat as Matteo enters to sit by him. “This is Lorenzo. He doesn’t like to talk, and he doesn’t like to be touched. Leave him alone, and he’ll leave you alone.”
I swallow hard, looking back at Lorenzo to see him turn and look out the window. “Okay. Um… now what?”
Matteo laughs and shrugs. “Now we are married, and you’ll give me a legitimate heir I desperately need.” My eyes widen, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach as I wrap my arms around myself. Lorenzo glances at me quickly before looking out the window as Matteo laughs again. “What did you expect, little one? Don’t worry; I won’t bother you tonight.”
I look out the window as we pull up to a giant white mansion outside the city. There’s a huge fountain in the middle of the rounded driveway as the limo pulls up in front of the front door. The men both get out first, walking away and leaving me alone in the limo. I scoff, climbing out and chasing after them. “Wait for me. You guys are like giants!”
Lorenzo chuckles slightly, surprising me as Matteo turns on his heel to me, almost forcing me to run into him. He grips my arm tightly above the elbow. “You don’t get to demand shit here. You are not in charge around here. I am. You do what I say and when I say it. Otherwise, you stay silent and out of the way. You understand me?”
I nod, wincing as I try to pull my arm away from him. He releases me, causing me to fall backward onto the floor. I climb to my feet as Matteo disappears, and Lorenzo points in front of him. I follow him up the stairs to a long hall, practically sprinting to keep up with him. He opens a door, and I enter, looking around at the giant bedroom. “This is mine and Matteo’s room?”
Lorenzo only laughs, and I hear the door shut behind me. I scoff, sitting on the edge of the giant king-sized bed with purple bedding. The room has a giant dresser next to the door, bathroom, and closet. I stand up and walk to the closet to find it mostly empty, my few articles of clothing I own occupying a small corner. I opened some drawers and found some lingerie and some pajamas. I drop my wedding dress to the floor and pull on a red silk teddy. I go to the bathroom to find a few necessities: a brush. I brush out my long chestnut-colored hair that fell just below my shoulders out of my amber eyes.
I’m bored almost immediately with no phone and no computer. There’s a knock on the door before it opens, and an attractive blonde woman enters with a food tray. She looks only a few years older than me, with long blonde hair pulled neatly into a pony and big blue eyes. “Hi. Where is Matteo?”
She laughs, setting the tray on the small table beside the window. “In his room. It would be best if you stayed here. You may come out for breakfast in the morning. Around 8.”
“I’m Natalia.” I offer her my hand, which she looks down at, laughing. I drop my hands to my side, my face red as she shrugs.
“I don’t care. You’re only here to give Matteo an heir. After that, I’m sure he’ll discard you. So, I don’t care about learning your name.
I scoff as she turns and leaves the room, and I plop onto the chair to eat my dinner.
“Matteo! Oh god!”
I jolt awake to moaning and thumping from the room beside me. A woman continues to moan and yell out Matteo’s name. “The fuck?!”
I pull a pillow over my head as the moans and yelling continue for another half hour before it goes quiet. I hear a door open, and I cross the room to my door and peek out to see the blonde maid exiting the room next to mine, which I now knew was Matteo’s. She looks right at me, smiling before disappearing down the hall. I scoff, shutting my door and climbing back into bed. I try to stop them, but I can’t control the tears that stain my pillow.
Two
Natalia
I wake up just after six in the morning and shower with the limited toiletries left for me. I pull on some of my jeans and a t-shirt before finding my way down to the dining room. Just before I enter, I hear Lorenzo and Matteo talking to each other in Italian, so I stop at the doorway, just out of sight, to listen.
Lorenzo: “She’s very pretty…”
Matteo: “For a child.”
Lorenzo chuckles: “What did you expect? She’s eighteen. What exactly are your plans here?”
I enter the dining room and sit at the opposite head of Matteo as both men turn to look at me. Matteo sighs, eyeing me up and down as I lean forward to fill my plate with food, and they continue to talk between themselves. I keep my face straight as I eat to not alert them that I know Italian.
Matteo rolls his eyes, looking back at Lorenzo. “I plan to put a baby in her. She is young and has many childbearing years ahead of her. I am getting to be an old man and need a son.”
Lorenzo laughs at this as the blonde maid enters the dining room, setting a cup of coffee in front of Matteo. She shoots me a dirty look as she runs her hand along Matteo’s shoulder and arm.
“Could I have a cup of coffee too, dear?” She stops to glare at me as both men look at me. “I’m sorry,” I chuckle, “I don’t know your name…”
“Haley,” Lorenzo offers me with a small smile.
I nod at him before looking back at Haley. “Haley. Thank you.”
She scoffs and begins to say something, but Matteo shoos her away. The table falls silent as both men watch me eat before Haley returns with a cup of coffee for me. She sets it down hard on the table, causing some to spill out onto the table. “Oops.”
I s
Lorenzo laughs as Matteo leaps to his feet, making his chair fall back onto the floor behind him. He crosses the room to me with his hand around my throat before I have time to regret what I said. His eyes are dark as he glares at me, his face inches from mine. “You don’t tell me what to do in my own fucking house. You are only here to give me a child. No other reason.” His grip tightens on my throat as tears streak my cheeks. “You do as you’re told, and I will take care of you as any husband should.”
He pulls away from me, reaching into his pocket and slamming a credit card on the table in front of me. I look down at it to see it has my name: Natalia Moretti.
“This is your card. You will go with Lorenzo today and shop for whatever you want so you feel comfortable here. I will visit your room tonight because, according to your doctor, you’re ovulating.”
I swallow hard, glancing at Lorenzo, but he only looks down at his plate, and I look back at Matteo. “Okay.” My voice is weak and no longer holding the same confidence as when I walked into the dining room a bit ago. I take the credit card and shove it into my pocket.
“Up. I have something else for you.” He offers me his hand as I hear Lorenzo stand up as well. I accept Matteo’s hand, using my free hand to wipe away the tears from my face. He leads us to the garage, stopping in front of a red Porsche cabriolet.
“What is this?”
Matteo smiles, shoving his hand into his pocket and pulling out a set of keys. He hands them to me. “This is your car. Today you will have Lorenzo with you.”
“Thank you, Matteo!” I start to hug him but decide against it as he takes a step back from me.
“As I said, maintain my expectations, and I will take care of you.”
I nod, looking back up at him. “I need a phone.”
“Of course.” He waves his hand at me dismissively. “You can get one today when you’re out with Lorenzo. Now go, the both of you.”
I glance at Lorenzo as Matteo disappears before I climb into the driver’s seat. Lorenzo slides into the seat beside me, grumbling as he pushes the seat back, as I giggle. He glares at me, and I shut my mouth and start the car.
Lorenzo doesn’t talk to me all day as I shop for new clothes and a new phone and computer, all on Matteo’s credit card. I received a few dirty looks from all the fancy women in the boutiques until they saw my black credit card with my new, married name. I can’t deny how good it felt to receive instant respect from strangers simply because of who I am.
I climb into the driver’s seat with Lorenzo beside me and see him enter an address into the GPS. “What is this?” He only sighs and points to the GPS as I roll my eyes. “How will this work if you don’t talk to me?” I glance at him, only to receive a glare as I sigh and make my way to the address. He leads me into what appears to be a doctor’s office and leads me to an exam room. “What are we doing here, Lorenzo?” I swallow hard as he only shakes his head as an older man enters the room.
“Mrs. Moretti, you are here for a tracker?”
“What?!” I glance at Lorenzo and back at the doctor. “What do you mean?”
The doctor laughs as he pulls up a stool beside me. “You think Matteo Moretti will just let you roam free without insurance?” He pulls up the sleeve of my shirt, pulling out a needle. “Going to numb the area first.”
I look at Lorenzo and shake my head, tears streaking my cheeks. “Please don’t do this.”
He only sighs, leaning over me to hold my arms down. He locks eyes with me for a moment before turning his head away from mine. “Sorry,” he whispers softly as I sob while the doctor continues.
Three
Natalia
When we return home, I put on a brand-new bikini and grab a towel from the bathroom. I walk downstairs to the back patio and see Lorenzo before he sees me. His chest and shoulders are covered in tattoos as he pulls himself out of the pool in a black speedo. He doesn’t see me as he grabs a towel, covering his face and hair. I gasp as he turns away, displaying small scars all over his back. I step toward him, gently placing my hand on his back as he flinches and moves away. “What happened?”
His brows are drawn down when he turns back to me, his face red with anger. “Don’t touch me!” He holds his towel up over himself, taking a few steps back.
“I’m sorry, Lorenzo.” I try to step toward him, but he pulls back, turning away to stomp into the house.
I sit in nothing but a black silk nightgown on the bed with my knees pulled up to my chest. My left arm inhabits a giant bruise where the doctor inserted a tracker. Suddenly, I hear the door to my bedroom open as Matteo enters in a long blue robe. He opens it, displaying himself in only black boxer briefs as I swallow a lump in my throat. “Are you wearing underwear under there?”
“No,” I whisper as he drops his underwear to the floor.
He pulls out a small bottle of lube from his robe, pouring it onto his hand before stroking his cock. I sit awkwardly, watching him as his cock grows in his hand. He groans slightly before dropping the robe to the ground. His chest and torso are perfectly defined in hard lines, covered in dark hair as he approaches me on the bed. “Lay down.”
I sink down onto the bed, laying my head on the pillow as he climbs onto the bed. He hovers over me, resting on one hand as I try to lean up to kiss him, but he pulls away. “You’re not going to kiss me?”
“No. Quiet.” He rubs his lubed hand along my pussy entrance, sliding a finger just inside before pulling it away.
“Wait… Before you—”
Matteo slaps his hand over my mouth. “I said quiet!” He pushes himself into me slowly until he hits some resistance. I whimper softly, snapping my eyes shut to try and keep the tears in. He pushes again with a groan before pulling out and away from me. When I open my eyes, he’s standing at the end of the bed, looking down at his cock, which has a bit of blood on the tip. “You’re a virgin?”
“Yes. I tried to tell you before you started.” I quickly sit up and pull back against the headboard, pulling my knees to my chest.
“Fuck!” He grabs his underwear and robe from the floor and exits the room, quickly slamming the door behind him.
For the second night in a row, I cry myself to sleep. At least this time, I didn’t get woken up in the middle of the night.
I pull on leggings and an oversized t-shirt in the morning and make my way quietly down to the dining room for breakfast. I sit in my seat without a word as the men both stop talking when I enter. I ignore them both, piling food on my plate.
“Natalia…” Matteo sighs as I glance up timidly at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why didn’t I tell you I was a virgin? I tried to, but you covered my mouth and told me to be quiet,” I snap at him as he clenches his jaw, slapping his napkin on the table.
“Well, your stepmother told me you were a slut and were sleeping around with everyone.”
I gasp as Haley enters, laughing. I glare at her before looking back at Matteo. “I’m the one that should be worried about whom you have slept with. Who knows what diseases you will bring home.” I glare at Haley again as I hear Lorenzo groan beside me.
Haley huffs as Matteo shakes his head at her. “Don’t worry. I wear condoms with other women.”
Haley scoffs, crossing her arms. “You’re just going to let her say I’m diseased?!”
Matteo rolls his eyes, shooing her away. “Fuck off.” He looks back at me before I look back down at my plate. “We’ll try again next cycle, now that I know to take my time.”
“Next month? You’re just not going to sleep with me for a month? I thought we were supposed to be married!” I scoff, glancing between Matteo and Lorenzo, who sighs, staring down at his plate.
“Well, I’m more interested in women, not girls.”
“Then why did you marry me?!” I leap to my feet as he glares daggers at me, his amber eyes dark, and I know I shouldn’t be pushing him.
