Mafia Pawn, page 14
“Fine!” I roll my eyes as she stomps out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
The door opens again when I’m buttoning my jeans. “What the fuck do you want, now?” I turn around to find Lorenzo standing in the doorway with his brows raised. “Sorry,” I chuckle, grabbing a clean shirt. “I thought you were Angela. What’s up?”
“There’s someone downstairs for you. Says you know him…” He shrugs, turning and leaving without another word.
“Okay…” I pull on my shirt and follow him downstairs to the lounge. I stop in the doorway when the man turns to me with a small smile. “Adam, right?”
The man from the sub school sighs, leaning forward to shake my hand. “Yeah. Adam Clark. Nice to see you again, Mr. Moretti.”
“What are you doing here?”
He holds his hands up, spinning in a slow circle. “I want you to see I’m unarmed before I start talking.”
I glance at Lorenzo, who shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the wall. “Okay…”
“I teach classes at the school on my days off as a hobby. I’m an FBI agent…”
I tense as Lorenzo stands up straight, glancing between us. “What are you doing here?”
Adam sighs, “I’m not here for you. We have bigger fish, as it were. I’m here because my partner, Dean, is currently undercover in Dante’s house.”
“Oh… I don’t understand.”
“Dean has made contact with Natalia in the house—”
“How is she? Is she okay? Has he touched her?” Anger pools in my belly as he clears his throat, holding his hands up to us.
“She’s fine. She wanted Dean to tell you that she loves you both and that she’ll be fine. She can take care of herself.” He hesitates for a moment with a sigh. “As far as what he has or hasn’t done, I don’t think you really want to know.” He glances between us as I see Lorenzo clench his jaw. “I got an invite to his party tonight. Getting into his circle of trust has taken me a long time. I can’t have her, or you ruin this for us.”
I scoff, shaking my head. “Then why are you here?”
“Because she asked Dean, and he can’t take the chance of one of Dante’s men seeing him here, so he sent me. Look, we are trying to stop him and his trafficking. I need you to stop making things harder on us, like killing Vito Moretti.”
“Yeah. What about Natalia?”
“She’s fine, for now. Dean wants to use her to help him find this ledger with everything we need. She’s the only one that can really get close enough to him.”
“So, you guys are using my wife?” I raise my voice as Lorenzo steps forward, pressing his hand to my chest to try and keep me calm.
“We will use whoever we can to get this over with once and for all. If your ex-wife wants to help, then we will allow it.”
“Wife,” I spit out as he sighs. “Not my ex-wife.”
“Look, we will do what we can to keep her safe. Dean is already helping her when he can. We really don’t want any more casualties here, okay?”
“Fine.” We all stand in awkward silence for a few minutes before I finally give in. “Is there something we can do?”
“Stay out of the way and out of trouble. We’re already looking the other way from Mrs. De Luca and Mr. Moretti because we have bigger fish to fry.”
“Fine.”
“Look,” Adam takes a step toward me, resting his hand on my shoulder, “I will try and keep you updated about the status of your wife. And we will do what we can to protect her. But you must know there is only so much we can do without blowing our cover.”
He frowns as his brows furrow, locking eyes with me. “Yeah. I get it. Meaning you can’t keep him from touching her. I know… I don’t like it, but I understand.”
“Okay. I’m sorry, Mr. Moretti. I’ll be back when I can.”
“Thanks…”
Thirty-Eight
Natalia
I let out a long breath, looking at myself in the mirror. I lift my chin, inspecting Dante's small cut on my neck, just above the collar. Up until now, Dante had been strictly in charge. Deciding to take matters into my own hands and feign a little control, I pull on some clean black panties to match the black collar and leave my room.
Dean stands guard outside of Dante’s office, shooting me a warning glare as he shakes his head, his voice low, “what are you doing down here? Go back to your room.”
“Trying to expedite your investigation. I’ll be fine. Trust me.” I knock on the door and enter his office before Dean can stop me, and Dante glares up at me from behind his desk, him and his guest falling silent.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Mancini, she insisted…”
I nudge Dean away as he continues to glare at me and make my way beside Dante’s desk to kneel. “I missed you, sir…”
Dante chuckles, leaning back in his seat as he dismisses Dean with a wave of his hand. He wheels his chair closer to me to bring his hand up to my cheek after Dean shuts the door. “She needs constant attention. Isn’t she pretty? This is my associate, Mario.”
I smile at Dante before looking at his guest, an older man with gray hair, wrinkles from old age, and dark, beady eyes. “She’s quite exquisite, yes.”
Dante grips my chin, pulling my attention back to him. He leans forward to kiss me, and I don’t fight, kissing him back for the first time. He moans against my mouth as I swallow down bile in my throat before he pulls away. “Do you speak Italian?”
“I wish,” I giggle, biting my lip as he inspects me for another moment.
“Okay. You know the drill, don’t move, don’t speak.” He moves back behind his desk as I nod and place my hands behind my back, arching my back to accentuate my breasts as he winks at me.
“Yes, sir.”
He smiles before turning back to his desk and opening the bottom drawer, pulling out a brown ledger, and setting it on his desk. He opens it, returning his attention to the man, both of them speaking in Italian.
“So, the last girl taken was my little flower here, right?” Dante glances over to me, and I shoot him a flirty smile as he smiles in return. I sigh when he looks back to Mario, a chill of dread rolling down my back.
“That’s right. We have…” he glances at me before looking back at Dante, leaning toward him and lowering his voice. “Are you sure she can’t understand us?”
Dante chuckles, nodding as he looks back at me. “I bet I can get you screaming in my bed tonight much louder than Matteo ever has.”
I pretend to look confused, furrowing my brows as I glance between them both. “What? I’m sorry,” I giggle, biting my lip, releasing it slowly as he glances down to watch, “I don’t understand.”
“Good.” He turns back to his desk before hesitating and looking back at me. “Come here.”
I stand up cautiously and close the distance between us. “Did I do something wrong?”
"No, no. Come here," he undoes his pants, pulling them down far enough to pull out his cock, "in my lap." He spits in his hand, rubbing it on the head of his cock before he pulls me onto his lap, straddling him. "Ride my dick."
I smile at him as I push my panties to the side, lowering myself onto his cock. I mask my discomfort with small moans until I'm fully seated on him.
"Good girl. Now move slowly while I talk to Mario."
"Yes, sir," I tease as he chuckles, and I begin to move on him slowly, bracing my hands on his shoulders as I do. I moan randomly, so he thinks I'm enjoying it.
Dante groans slightly, gripping my ass with one hand as he continues in Italian with Mario. "So, I was getting to the auction. Is that still good to go?"
"Yes. Next Friday. How many girls are there?"
"Um..." Dante taps on his ledger, hesitating for a moment to nip at my shoulder. "There's ten."
"And are you offering her up in the auction?"
Dante chuckles, leaning back to look at me, continuing in Italian as he grabs both hips, pulling me down on him harder as I whimper. "I was going to. Now I think I'll keep her for myself. Whether it was her father or husband, I lost my sister and baby because of her. I think she owes me a new one."
I smile at Dante, leaning forward to kiss his neck as I swallow the lump in my throat at the new revelation. Wanting to speed up our interaction, I moan loudly, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Oh, Dante..."
He groans in response, forgetting about Mario as he grips my throat hard, resting my forehead against his. "Come on my cock, flower. I know you want my seed, don't you?"
I whimper my response, nodding as I grind on him, my vision beginning to blur from his hand around my neck. I quickly ramp up my moaning and grinding. I throw my head back with a muffled scream as Dante squeezes my neck harder, and I clench my muscles to make him think I'm having an orgasm as he moans his approval.
Luckily I don't have to wait much longer for him to follow after me, releasing my neck as I feel him filling me. "Fuck. No wonder Matteo wants you back so badly. You're a good fuck. I'm never letting you go. You know that, right?"
I grin at him as he holds my chin. "I know." I lean forward to kiss him, and he hesitates at my forwardness before kissing me back hard.
"Good. I have plans for you tonight. You should shower and make yourself presentable. Tonight, we play more games. I'll send you up something."
I hold back my fear, standing up from his lap with a big smile. "As you wish." I turn to smile at Mario, rubbing his cock through his pants, grinning at me. "Nice to meet you, sir."
I stroll out of the office, closing the door behind me and leaning back against it as I wipe a few stray tears from my eyes. Dean sighs, grabs a tissue from a side table beside him, and hands it to me. "You're going to get yourself killed."
"He's selling off girls to the highest bidder next Friday. I don't know where. And I watched him pull the ledger out of his bottom drawer."
He groans, grabbing my arm as I try to pass him to leave. "What are you doing?"
"I'm playing the game and helping you so I can get back home. No one ever expects the pawn to have a mind of their own. Well, I'm no pawn but the Queen." I rip my arm away from Dean, "and I have a King to return home to. I'll see you around."
Thirty-Nine
Natalia
I open the door to find Dean waiting outside my room, and I point to my robe. “Dante said he would send something up for me, but he never did.”
“Yeah…” Dean sighs, hesitating as he stares at the floor. “I’m sorry, he wants you naked.”
I groan slightly before undoing my robe and tossing it onto my bed. “What do I have waiting for me?” I wrap my arms around myself, trying to hide what I can.
“I don’t know exactly…” He grabs my arm as I try to pass him, “wait.” I turn back to him as he sighs again. “A few things. My partner will be downstairs, and I’ve been told you know him. Please do not blow his cover. Also, there will be other men with their girls with them. Do not engage with the other girls, no matter what you see. It will only make it worse for them and you.”
“Fine. Let’s get this over with then.” I step in front of him, pull my arm away, and walk in front of him.
“Head up, arms at your side. I know you’re embarrassed, but it’s best to pretend like you aren’t.”
“I know that!” I scoff, dropping my arms at the top of the stairs and descending them. I turn toward the lounge and find it full of men in suits, some with girls near or sitting on their laps. Most of the girls seemed to be teenagers, a few years younger than me, but some appeared to be pre-teens. I was the only one fully naked, though.
“Ahh! Flower!”
Dante brushes past a blond man who turns around to face me, and I understand Dean’s warning about knowing his partner. Adam half smiles at me before glancing down at the ground. “Sir…” I offer as Dante smiles, kissing my cheek as he wraps his arms around my waist.
A lot of the men glare at me as he parades me through them into the dining room, where his guards stand with Dean among them. “You are tonight’s entertainment.”
I smile at him even though nausea pools in my belly at what he means. “Okay?”
He laughs, gripping my chin, “don’t question me. What do you say?”
“Yes, sir.” I smile, swallowing hard as he leads me to the dining room table as more men gather.
“Seems some of my guards are mad about your run-in with Mike at our last game.” I glance at Dean, who looks as confused and worried as I feel as Dante wraps a band around my waist with cuffs on the sides. He quickly secures my hands in the cuffs, keeping them at my sides before pushing me to bend over the edge of the table. He kicks my feet apart, cuffing them each to a table leg. “I’ve offered you to the men for the night.”
I turn my head toward where Dean stands off to the side, and his eyes widen, slightly shaking his head to indicate he is as surprised as I am. I hear one guard laughing behind me, undoing his pants. I groan, pressing my cheek against the table, and squeezing my eyes shut.
More laughter erupts behind me as I wince, the man positioning himself between my legs, thrusting into me hard. I keep my eyes shut, trying to block out the pain, laughter, and catcalls from the men watching everything. Luckily the first two guards don’t take long before they’re done, and the third guard starts, taking his time.
Everything burns as tears streak onto the table under me. They snap open as the guard laughs, and I feel a stinging on my back. I scream as the second sting burns my back, and I see Dante watching. Another scream erupts as the guard hits my back for the third time, and Dante shakes his head.
“Alright, she’s still my toy. That’s enough of marking her skin.”
I close my eyes again until he finishes, stepping away from me as I feel all the men’s cum dripping down my thighs.
“It’s your turn.”
I open my eyes again at Dante’s voice and see him nudge Dean, who shakes his head with a chuckle. “That’s okay… I uh… I’m gay.”
The men laugh as Dante nudges him again, and Dean locks eyes with me. “She could turn you. Are you a part of the team or not?”
Dean clears his throat, and I nod subtly as he closes his eyes, shaking his head. “Of course I am.”
I squeeze my eyes shut again as I feel Dean behind me. He’s gentler than the other guards, but I can tell he’s having trouble staying hard under the circumstances. After a few minutes, I feel him pretend to finish in me, thankful it’s over as he pulls away from me quickly.
Dante claps his hands, leaning down to hover his face close to mine with a grin. “Are you okay, flower?”
“Yes,” I offer with a small smile as he helps me to stand up straight as someone else undoes my legs. “I’m fine.” I hold my chin up as he smiles, stroking his index finger along my jaw.
“Aren’t you a trooper. You didn’t fight back…”
I shrug, glancing around to see many men engaged with their respective girls. “Choose my battles, right?”
He chuckles, stepping forward to undo the cuffs at my sides, keeping his eyes on mine. “You surprise me every day. Why don’t you go get cleaned up.”
“Sure,” I smile at him, “thank you.”
I turn to walk away, but Dante grabs my hand, turning me back to him, and I bite my lip to stifle a groan. He doesn’t say anything, dipping down to kiss me. I don’t resist kissing him back before he releases me. I keep my chin up until I’m alone in my room, going straight to the shower. I blast the hot water, standing under it as I let the tears rain, sobbing as I scrub my skin.
I sit on the ground of the shower, pulling my knees up to my chest when I vaguely hear my name. “Natalia…”
The water shuts off as I feel someone grab me, but I move back against the wall. “Don’t touch me!”
“Okay, okay.” I glance up to see Dean kneeling outside of the shower. “Please, let me look at your back. I’m sorry…” He sobs softly, “I’m so sorry, Nat. Please let me help you.”
I nod, standing up with him as he wraps a towel around me. I sit on the toilet seat, away from him, dropping the back of the towel for him to look at my back as he kneels behind me. “What did he do?”
“He used an impact cane on you.”
I wince as he presses something against my back. “Are you going to stop the auction next week?”
“I’m working on it, yes. Anything else you can tell me about his conversation with Mario?”
I sigh, pulling my knees up to my chest and resting my chin on my arms. “That there are ten girls they are auctioning off. Mario asked Dante if he would put me up, and he said he considered it but has decided to keep me. That’s all I have for you. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. We knew an auction was coming but didn’t know when. And we weren’t sure how many girls he had. So you’ve already helped quite a bit.”
A long, awkward silence passes between us until I feel him pull away. “I don’t blame you.”
“I do. I’m really sorry, Natalia.”
“Are you really gay?”
“No, I just didn’t want to do it. I have something for you.” He sighs as I turn around to face him. He pulls a small flip phone from his pocket, handing it over with a charger. “This is from Matteo.”
“Oh my god!” I open the phone to find only one number saved.
“Keep it hidden. And if asked, I don’t know where you got it.”
“Thank you, Dean.” I wrap my arms around his neck as he sighs, resting his head against mine.
“You’re welcome. Matteo gave it to Adam for you.” I feel him hesitate before kissing the top of my head, releasing me. “Night, Nat.”
“Goodnight, Dean. Thank you.”
Forty
Natalia
After getting dressed, I hide back in the bathroom with the phone and dial the number saved. My heart almost jumps out of my chest when I hear Matteo answer the phone. “Hello?”
“Matty?! Matteo, I miss you.”
