Chapter 5 5]

I step out of the shower, wrapping the towel around my body, and notice the room is foggy. I turn on the fan and wait for the fog to dissipate, killing time before I am forced to pay the price of returning to this hellhole.

I sigh, my gaze is drawn to the white little dress with a thin lacy thong that Ace has left on the basin sink for me. I pat myself dry, my legs aching from running, and pull the dress over my torso, wincing as it comes into contact with the cut on my arm. I turn my head to look down at the long, bloody scar on my porcelain skin and blow on it.

I wince, fighting back the tears that are threatening to fall; just because I understand why I'm being forced to wear this dress, which wraps around my body like a second skin and leaves little to the imagination, does not mean I'm thrilled.

I stare back at myself, after wiping the cloudy mirror with my shaking hand, the young carefree woman with so much ambition has vanished.

Allowing tears to well up in my eyes serves as a reminder that I am human and that it is perfectly normal to feel as though you are drowning in a sea of despair.

This is where I belong; I am now their property as a result of my voluntary return; last night was truly the final night of my liberty, and I'm glad I lived it to the fullest, even though the guy turned out to be a full blown prick.

I'm sitting on the bed, waiting to be summoned, the chandelier lights on despite the fact that the room is bright with the morning sunlight peeking through the blacked-out curtains that disguise the outdoor scenery. A location that I will no longer be able to visit independently.

An indulgence I took for granted.

A clicking sound draws my attention; I watch as two of the large wooden door's three silver locks turn and the door is pushed open. I stand with my head bowed and my wet hair cascading down the sides of my face, watching as Aces expensive dress shoes enter my field of vision.

"Look at me." He makes a rough demand.

I snap my head up, my eyes locked on his poo brown eyes that glare back at me. "You brought chaos to our door." As he squeezes his fingers around my chin, they dig into my skin, causing a burning sensation.

"I'm sorry."

"You will be after today, Tesoro." He smirks and gently releases me.

He begins walking around me, circling me slowly like a predator scouting for prey. I straighten my back, gulping, and when his hand clutches my arm above my elbow, I hiss as a throbbing sensation runs up my arm and I narrow my eyes at him.

"Do you realise the implications of your actions, Tesoro?" He sighs and titters.

"You make it sound like I've committed a crime," I retort hastily.

"But you did." He laughs. "You murdered a man, Mila." He stands in front of me, his lips drawn into a thin line as he casts a suspicious glance at me. "You killed a man and then came back to me as your saviour while wearing another man's shirt."

I hiss as pain radiates from the side of my face where his hand slapped me; I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry, so I raise my hand to my face, touching it in the hopes that the coolness of my fingertips will relieve the burning sensation he's caused.

"Who is he?" He makes a sneering noise as a deep growl vibrates from his chest.

**Silence**

I hiss a second time as he slaps me across the face with the back of his hand, huffing. "Mila, don't make me ask you a third time! Who is he?"

"I'm not sure... Fuucckk!!" He pulls my hair and yanks my head back.

"Tesoro, I didn't quite hear you." He grinds out.

"I got drunk..." I blurt out through gritted teeth.

He shoves me forward, and I stumble, slamming my hip into the corner of the dressing table.

"It's time to head downstairs; Trent is waiting." He says, running his hand through his ash blonde hair, his eyes clouded with desire as he looks me up and down when I turn to face him once again.

I raise my hands and wrap them around my torso as I begin to feel naked in front of him and shame washes over me like a tsunami crashing into the shorelines, obliterating everything in its path.

I turn around and descend the stairs, leaving the room with trembling limbs. Trent is Aces' leader, the Mafia King who controls eight different cities and 24 districts, as well as moving anything and everything through the dark web, including teenage girls.

He's a sick motherfucker who gets his kicks by humiliating his prey first, and my steps falter as I walk into the office with him at the head of the table and his goons surrounding him.

"Move it, tesoro!" Ace mumbles as he propels me forward and I stumble, trying to regain my footing.

As I approach the large mahogany table that takes up most of the room, Theo steps forward and extends his hand.

I cast a glance at him, then at Trent and Ace, before returning my gaze to his hand.

Trent stands from the table, pushes Theo aside and takes my hand in his, pulling me up against his body and pushing my wet hair to one side. "Mila, get on the table, lie down on your back, and spread your legs, show us that sweet little pussy you so easily gave up last night." He demands in a husky tone, his smoke aroma breath caressing my ears and his hand slipping under my dress, brushing his fingertips along my pussy.

I break free from his embrace and look around the room; there are at least 30 men, all of whom have their hands on their dicks. When I turn to leave, I am met with a gun pointed at my head.

I stare down the barrel of the weapon, my bottom lip trembling as I close my eyes and a single tear slides down my cheek.

"Tesoro, get on the damn table and do what Trent says." Ace growls and cocks the gun, pressing it against my temple.