Blackmailed by the mafia lord

Chapter One

Avery Finch had never been more frightened than she was on that Friday night, as she read the note left by her father. He had been hospitalized the previous week with severe injuries, including broken legs, fingers, and bruises. Despite his condition, he reassured her not to worry. She had only discovered his whereabouts the day after, realizing the extent of his injuries. It was a grim situation.

As she counted the week's earnings, fear gripped her. Her father had confessed to her that he owed money to Gino Mazza. The mention of Gino's name alone was enough to terrify anyone. She had deliberately avoided the presence of the mafia men in town, but with Gino owning every single business, it was impossible not to know who he was and what he did. She had hoped to have the expected twenty thousand dollars that night but only had five thousand. This was not something a person her age should be concerned about at this point in her life. She hadn't realized how badly her father's business was doing until now. In ten minutes, Gino or one of his associates would arrive to collect the debt, or potentially resort to other means.

She cherished her mobility and relied on her legs for work. During the week, she assisted at a childcare center, helping the many parents who had to work long hours. It wasn't an easy job, but she yearned to be there rather than fretting about the impending situation.

She closed her eyes and pressed a hand to her chest.

Regardless of the circumstances, she had to take action.

The shop's doorbell rang, and despite her trembling, she approached it. Her father ran a small fruit and vegetable store, which he had operated for nearly two decades. The sight of the visitor, a large and muscular man, confirmed that it was Gino Mazza.

"I'm looking for Mr. Finch," he stated, his voice cool and composed.

She, on the other hand, was anything but composed. "He's still in the hospital."

"You must be his daughter."

Any hope of him leaving dissipated. She nodded, stepping back to allow him entry.

With her heart racing, she returned to the counter and positioned herself behind it, creating some distance. Gino entered the shop accompanied by four burly men. Though they were not as imposing as Gino, she wondered why he needed them. He held the power. She had no intention of resisting or running away. She held her head high, ready to confront whatever was to come.

"My dad informed me about his debt to you." She detested how her hand shook as she offered him the bag. "I'm afraid I can't... there's not enough revenue from the week."

Gino did not take the bag. Instead, he removed one of his gloves and grabbed an apple. "So your father couldn't be bothered to come and see me himself?"

"I told you, he's in the hospital." She did not even want to think about the mounting medical bill.

"I don't care. I've seen men with broken legs pay me their debts."

"I was not available to bring him. I'm sorry, but I cannot provide you with the money."

"This is not one of your debts to pay, Avery."

She hesitated. How did he know her name?

Gino smiled.

However, it was not a friendly smile. It dripped with mockery. "You think I am unaware of the family members of those who owe me money. I find that loved ones can be powerful motivators."

"Do you wish to harm me?" Avery asked. "It won't help you. Hurting me will not get you the money."

"No, but I can bring more harm to your father. A human body has many bones to break."

Gino snapped his fingers, and she saw one of his guards start to leave.

"No!"

She quickly darted around the counter, an impulsive mistake.

Before she could seek refuge elsewhere, Gino had his fingers wrapped around her neck. She understood the damage he could inflict upon her. She was completely at his mercy. She gulped, hoping to suppress the tears.

She refused to appear weak. Begging always left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Please, spare him," she pleaded.

The man left the shop, and she screamed.

"How could you do this? He's an elderly man. He can't function with more broken bones. Leave him alone."

He applied no pressure to her neck, and she glared at him, waiting for him to hurt her. Her screams would go unheard. She was utterly alone.

Mazza and his cronies could do whatever they pleased with her. Her body would eventually be discovered... or perhaps not.

"Leave us," Gino instructed.

She clung to his arm, her nails digging into the fabric of his jacket. The material was too thick for her to cause any lasting harm.

The door closed behind the men, but they did not walk away from the shop. With her heart pounding, she shifted her attention back to the man who possessed all the power.

"You're an intriguing woman," he remarked.

"What?"

He tightened his grip around her neck, not enough to cut off her breath but sufficiently alarming her for a few moments.

She waited, bracing herself for the worst. Yet, he released his hold.

"You're the first woman to plead for a man's life. I find that intriguing."

"He's my father."

"Yes, but when faced with the prospect of their lives at risk or their bones being broken, most people do not want my attention. Yet here you are, concerned about your father's well-being."

"It does not make me exceptional."

"Do you know who I am?" he inquired.

"Everyone knows who you are."

"And yet, your mouth continues to babble instead of remaining shut." He tightened his grip on her neck.

"Please spare my father," she begged. She knew she was in danger now. There was no chance of survival.

"You are in no position to negotiate with me."

"How about being a decent human being?"

He threw his head back and laughed. "A decent person? Really? You think that argument will win me over?"

"I am not trying to win you over. I am merely trying to protect my father. Perhaps you do not understand the concepts of loyalty or love. My father means everything to me, and this shop is all he has left."

"If this shop means so much to him, why did he borrow money from me?" Gino questioned.

"We have been struggling. I do not wish to divulge all of my family's troubles to you."

"Not good enough. I deal with prostitutes, addicts, and greedy bastards. I want my money."

She thought of the imposing man entering the hospital. No one would stop him. The nurses would likely turn a blind eye.

"Please, I will do anything. Do not harm my father." She detested the desperation evident in her voice. Her father had always told her never to allow a man to reduce her to begging, yet here she was, pleading on his behalf. "I have nothing special to offer you, Mr. Mazza. When my father is well, he will work diligently. I can guarantee it."

Gino continued to gaze down at her. She had no inkling of his thoughts, and deep inside, she knew she did not desire even a glimpse into his mind.

This man was exceedingly dangerous.

Look at the way he held her neck. If he so desired, he could snap it and make her suffer. She could not believe she was pleading with this lunatic.

Gino suddenly nodded and grinned.

But it was not a pleasant grin.

Her heart continued to pound.

"Very well, I will spare your father. He will have the opportunity to work off his debt the hard way. However, in return, I claim you."

"What?"

"I am not finished. You will learn not to interrupt me. You will belong to me. I will do with you as I please, for as long as it suits me. You will be at my beck and call, day and night. That is the only deal you will receive. Take it or leave it. You have about five minutes before my man reaches the hospital."

"Is that the only deal you are willing to offer?" she asked.

"Yes."

"I must negotiate."

"No negotiation. You are mine. Every part of you belongs to me. Now, accept that deal, or your father will suffer greatly."

Tick-tock.

No, she could not do this.

"Deal."

There was no way she could allow her father's agony to persist. She would do whatever was necessary to keep him alive and well.

****

The woman he had just acquired possessed nothing remarkable. Gino Mazza understood everything about Avery Finch. Whenever someone sought money from him, he made certain to discover their vulnerabilities. Avery belonged to her father, and in coming to the shop that night, he had been curious about how he could manipulate the situation.

However, Avery was different. Despite her fear of him, she fought back.

He found that intriguing.

Most women readily offered their bodies, and in a way, Avery had done the same, although she seemed oblivious to it.

With an entire city at his beck and call, this woman, with her determination and foolishness, had awakened something inside him. She attempted to appeal to his compassionate side. She needed to understand that he possessed no softness.

As a Capo, every ounce of compassion within him ceased to exist. It was necessary for survival in his line of work. He had reached the age of forty without showing any sympathy.

Looking at her now, he anticipated having a great deal of enjoyment. He called off his man who was about to enter the hospital. Inflicting more harm wouldn't have settled the debt, but Gino enjoyed making an impression. Avery's father owed him, and even though he sympathized with his situation, he couldn't show favoritism.

Taking his daughter away would send a message to any family considering borrowing from him. It was a completely different approach.

"Your father is safe."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me just yet."

He went to the door and notified the guards that he had a guest. With a simple snap of his fingers, they seized the girl, who began to scream.

"Wait, stop, I don't understand."

Gino turned to look at her as one of his men threw her over his shoulder. She had a curvaceous figure that he found incredibly enticing, and he couldn't wait to have her in his bed, willingly surrendering herself to him.

Even as she hated him now -- which he loved -- Avery would ultimately beg for him.

"You now belong to me, Avery. I don't share my toys with just anyone."

"I'm not a toy."

"Yes, you are. Or should I bring my man back and give you a few broken ribs this time?"

He saw her jaw tighten. Good, he had struck a nerve. He reveled in that.

"Well?"

"No," she gritted out.

"Now, say it."

"Say what?" she asked.

He gripped her hair and yanked her head back, staring into her tear-filled eyes. They were strikingly beautiful. At this moment, her tears meant he had done his job well.

"Say, 'I'm your toy, Gino Mazza.'"

She clenched her teeth, displaying determination as if she intended to resist him at every turn. Foolish girl.

All he had to do was display his cell phone.

"I'm your toy, Gino Mazza."

"Good. I will do whatever you want."

She repeated after him.

"And I will relish every second."

"You can't make me say that."

"Sweet girl, I believe you need to understand that I can make you do anything."

He did manage to make her say it before his men moved her to the car. He waited a couple of minutes as they secured her hands and feet. She would likely attack him in the car, and although it would be amusing for him, he was not willing to risk their lives for it.

Gino surveyed the family shop. He had been here a few times, even as a child. His mother used to cook for his father. Before she died nearly thirty years ago, his father had been a normal man. Since her death, Gino Mazza, Senior had transformed into a monster, and he had learned a great deal from him.

Never allow a woman to become your weakness, as others will always exploit it. Their enemies knew his mother was the love of the Capo's life. They had taken her life in a cruel manner. Gino remembered standing in the middle of the street with his mother's groceries scattered across the pavement. He cradled her head, blood staining his clothes. A single bullet to the head.

That was how his father found him.

In his entire life, it was the only time Gino had witnessed his father cry and lose control. His father went on an unparalleled rampage. No one could replace his mother, and his father became colder than ice.

Pushing those memories aside, he made his way to the waiting car. Sliding in, he noticed that his men had taped her mouth shut.

He smiled and reclined in his seat. Her hands were bound in front of her, as were her legs. She resembled a sacrifice. The way her arms pressed her breasts together was an enticing sight. Her torn shirt exposed parts of her bra. It was a white bra that had seen better days.

"If you promise not to scream, I'll remove the tape. Scream, and I'll choke you."

She nodded.

He leaned over and ripped the tape from her lips. She gasped, and tears welled up in her eyes. He waited.

There was no sound.

Satisfied, he settled back.

"So, Avery, what do you do?" he asked.

"Don't you already know?"

"I do. I know everything about you, but I'm making small talk. I suggest you hold my interest for as long as possible."

"Or what?"

"Or your father will be in a lot of pain. As long as you entertain me, he's safe and can work off his debt."

"He's unable to work right now."

"He could if he left the hospital. I've seen men return to me with broken hands and still manage to contribute. Now, tell me about yourself."

She pressed her lips together, and he raised an eyebrow. He held all the power here, and she knew it.

"I work at a daycare center for children whose parents work full-time and can't afford regular daycare. We charge a small fee, but it's not as expensive as full-time care."

"Do you enjoy working with children?"

"Yes. They're not cruel creatures."

"Be careful. Some children are raised to be just that."

She shook her head. "You don't know anything."

"I know that every child is born innocent, and monsters are created."

"Are you trying to justify yourself?" she asked.

"No. I'm simply stating a fact."

"You don't know what you're talking about. No one knows what turns someone into a monster. It's not always due to an abusive upbringing."

"That much I know. I was brought up in a stable home for a while." Before his father began mercilessly killing men in front of him, all in the name of revenge.

"I don't want to discuss this. What are the terms and conditions of this deal?"

"There are none."

"Can't I negotiate?"

"You promised to be mine. You now belong to me, at my beck and call."

"What kind of work do you want me to do?" she asked.

He laughed. "You don't have to do anything. You're a clever girl."

"Sex."

"That's one of them. You offered to be my plaything, and well, I rather like the idea of having a woman who can't refuse me. Your body, every single part, is mine to use. I will own all of you."

Her cheeks flushed.

"Are you a virgin, Avery?"

"No."

"Then you'll be prepared for whatever I have in store for you. Anything less, and your father will suffer. I can repeat myself if you'd like."

"No, there's no need for that."

"Good."

"Where are you taking me?"

"To my home. It's located just outside the city, and it's secure. You can't leave unless you're with me. You'll do everything at my command. Sleep when I tell you to, have sex with me when I tell you to, and entertain me whenever I desire." He fixed his gaze on her. "Any questions?"

"None."

"Good. I suggest you enjoy the ride. You're going to be kept busy."

He observed her as she absorbed his words. Avery tried to maintain a neutral expression, but she was easily readable. She was frightened, and he reveled in that.

Fear made people do foolish things.

He observed her chest rise and fall. The chill in the car had caused her nipples to harden. He found it more than acceptable.

To some men, Avery might not be a prize, but Gino intended to savor her.