Chapter 4 Traitorous Feelings

Chapter 4

Elena;

"Get off me, you pervert!" I screamed, hoping someone would come in, but no, I was in his abode, and obviously, everyone in here bowed at his every command.

"Quite feisty aren't we?" He smirked evilly. Grabbing my hands, he pinned them above my head.

"No, please. Stop." My voice was shaky as I muttered those words.

He was way stronger than me, and as I felt his hands slide down my boobs, I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

I made to hit him using my legs but he pinned them back down, rendering me powerless in his arms.

"Please, I beg you. Please stop.."

"Not anytime soon, love. I would show you just what you get for running that little sexy mouth on me. This..is way better than booking an exclusive for you." His words sent a cold shiver to run through me.

I was completely helpless as his face disappeared beside my neck, kissing his way down.

A loud ringtone sounded suddenly, interrupting his moves and he paused, reaching over to the side to pick up a phone.

I closed my eyes, sighing in relief.

"What is it?" His tone hardened as he spoke. He was silent for a few moments and then, "Fuck!" He flung the phone to the wall and I shrieked.

He got off the bed and I heaved a sigh of relief. Standing up quickly, I saw him grab a shirt, putting it on, "Follow me. I have a job for you."

"What?"

"You heard me. Do as I say and follow me quietly." He stalked toward me, grabbed my arms, and led me out of the room.

"Where are you taking me?" I was beginning to wonder how I had gotten into a mess like that. He ignored me and kept walking until we got out of the mansion and pushed me into a car.

Two men sat in the front, and I noticed how one's eyes met mine in the rearview, his gaze scary as fuck. The other glanced at me briefly, with a rather strange look I couldn't decipher.

Angelo got into the car as well and sat right beside me. "Can you at least tell me where you are taking me? What..job were you talking about."

"Shut the fuck up you slut or watch me fucking make you." Angelo snapped without so much as turning his head. His gaze was fixed on the road ahead.

I clamped my mouth shut as I was suddenly becoming wary, a feeling of dread settling at the pit of my stomach.

How my life spiraled into a mess as this, I couldn't fathom. I always ended up becoming a tool for everyone's little game. My life had always been filled with others wanting to use me for their selfish deals and pleasures.

I was reminded yet again of Clint. He was the only one who was ever true to me. The only one who had treated me so well despite anything and everything.

Even right down to our intimate moments, Clint had never for once questioned or disrespected my virginity.

Yes, I was a virgin and I planned to remain one until I was finally ready for it...which I would be, anytime soon. Clint deserved it at the very least.

Speaking of, I haven't seen or heard from him in a while. Clint had been out of town for business purposes, and he hadn't been taking my calls for a while now.

I hoped he was okay, cause I wouldn't trust my father for his safety. Not after he had threatened his life.

I took out my phone and decided to leave him a text, only to have the phone snatched out of my hands. I snapped my head toward Angelo and he gave me a cold look in return.

Before I could say a word though, the car suddenly drove to a halt. The door was opened and Angelo stepped out and I followed suit.

Following him closely, I observed the place. It seemed like a bar from the outside, but the moment we got in, I almost stepped back in shock.

At every corner of the house were a pair of men and women doing dirty disgusting things.

It was a freaking sex house. The people in there were shamelessly having sex, performing orals like it was some kind of a reality show.

I was still trying to understand why I was brought in here when a young red-haired woman walked toward us and Angelo's steps faltered.

"Is she the one?" The woman asked, giving me a one-over. I was confused as I stared back at her.

Angelo nudged me toward her, "You can have her."

The woman held my arm and began to lead me to God knows where. Trying desperately to squirm my arms away she said sternly, "I'd rather you do not fight this, girl. We both wouldn't love the consequences." She warned without so much as glancing sideways.

I snatched my hands from hers and remarked, "I can walk on my own."

Every step of the way, I couldn't take my eyes off the scenes...the moans getting louder, skins slapping against each other. They were people who just sat and watched, moaning loudly as they pleasure themselves or with someone beside them.

There were also gays and lesbians around, disgusting me even more.

I had seen a lot of things at the Club where I worked, but I'd never seen something like this, ever. This was new on a whole other level.

A familiar face caught my attention as we walked past and a wave of shock and disbelief washed over me as I took in the familiar build and appearance of my boyfriend, Clint, who was supposed to be out of the city.

I blinked my eyes, unbelieving. That couldn't be. He wasn't back from his trip. Besides, he always lets me know when he returns.

But the more I stared, the more I was sure it was him. I could recognize him anywhere.