Bound by Vows: Ruthless Desires.

ALESSIA'S POV:

I looked around the place as I stepped out of the car. Still as beautiful as ever.

I wasn't here to admire beauty-everything had changed, and my family's survival was on the line.

I looked at the worker that rushed to me.

"Good morning, Miss Alessia" he greeted, panting.

"T–The Boss is with guests so you'll---"

"Who cares?" I interrupted, glancing at the driver as he took my things out of the boot.

The worker followed behind me, panicking as I walked past him and headed straight into the house.

With guests? While destroying my family's life?

My jaws tightened in anger as my pace quickened.

"Cesare!!!" I yelled out as I got closer to the drawing room, my anger doubling with the sound of their laughter.

"M–Ma'am, please---" the worker muttered as I barged into the room.

"What's this?" One of the Men seated, asked as he looked at me.

"I–I told her you were with guests, Sir" the worker tried explaining,

"She didn't---"

"Can't even handle a little girl" another cut in, clicking his tongue.

And there he was.

The very person set out to ruin my family, pulling me into such a stupid situation- Cesare Marchetti.

He kept looking at me as our eyes met.

My fists clenched as he smiled.

This bastard...

"We need to talk. I don't care---"

"Missy..." The capo seated closest to Cesare interrupted.

"This isn't a place for you to be at the moment. You can go join the ladies at the kitchen or make the beds"

The others burst into laughter at this.

Cesare was still watching me, silently.

I bit my lower lip, scanning through the room.

They think I'm some joke?

And that man. The capo that just made the joke- Fernando.

Doesn't he recognize who I am?

"You don't know who---"

"The spawn of a traitor" he cut in again, sharper this time.

"That's who---"

"Enough" Cesare cut in- voice thundering across the room, bringing it to complete silence.

He scanned around for a second, eyes trailing back to me.

"Everybody out"

Just like that, without a single grumble or noise, they all stood up, bowed and walked out, including the worker that stood besides me.

"...What the hell is this, Cesare?" I asked angrily, walking towards him.

"That's not the tone a sacrifice should be having"

My stomach twisted as the words sank in.

Sacrifice?

"How dare you?" I snapped.

"How dare you call me---"

"A sacrifice?" He mused, standing up.

"What do you call someone who's been offered by their father to save his skin and the future of his household?"

I gritted my teeth as he walked closer.

"T–That's not---"

"That's exactly what's happening. You're smart, Alessia. You've always been. Don't act foolish now"

I stared at him- frustrated, defeated and angry- at myself, at him and... at my father.

What made him choose to betray the Marchettis when he's been so loyal and righteous all these time?

"H–He didn't---"

"He did" he cut in, standing right in front of me.

"Shouldn't you be on your knees begging me to spare you and your family?" he brought his hand and ran it through my hair.

Fuck. A shiver of irritation followed, making me push his hand away.

"Don't do that" I glared at him.

"Or what?" He chuckled, grabbing my face.

"Now... This will be the last time in your little existence that you will dare have that tone with me. Understood?" His grip tightened.

"Understood?" He repeated upon my silence.

I struggled, but his eyes held me still. I was trapped.

"U–Understood" I stuttered, nodding.

My jaws tightened as I stared at him.

Am I just going to let him do whatever he pleased?

And this... This isn't the Cesare I used to know.

"Good" he mused, releasing his hand.

"You're my property now. It'll be for your own good to know your place"

My legs were already weakened, bringing themselves to the floor.

Pathetic, Alessia.

"Pathetic" he murmured, walking away.

"Prepare dinner for her and make her comfortable" he ordered the worker lurking outside,

"She'll meet me in an hour"

"Yes, Sir"

---

I stood outside the door for a while.

Why does he want to meet me?

Why did I even come?

You've accepted your fate.

No. I clenched my fist, raising it to knock on the door.

"Come in" his voice cut through from inside.

I walked in, crossing my arms to support each other since they were the only one I'd got now.

Me- The pride of Ferraro.

Reduced to... this.

My steps felt heavier as I walked towards him.

And what the hell was this strange heat his gaze pierced into my chest?

"This looks better on you" he scanned me, dropping the book he held and taking his glasses off.

I stopped, lowering my head.

Why did I even change into this for him to see?

White and silky- transparent...

It felt like some exhibition with the way he was staring.

My legs moved backwards. This isn't---

"You still don't seem to know your place"

I flinched, looking up.

"Come here"

Does he think I'm some servant who'd just do---

Fuck. Why was my body betraying me?

I forced myself to a halt.

I'm not going to let him toy---

"I hear you're still a virgin"

My stomach twisted immediately.

How did he know that?

"That's surprising" he chuckled.

"One wouldn't expect that with those sexy thighs"

We stared at each other for a while.

"Come Sit"

No chance.

I pulled the chair besides the table and sat down- far from him.

"It seems you need to be taught how to behave" he growled at me.

"Martha!"

The maid I'd seen outside the door walked in and closed the door.

"Sir" she bowed, ignoring me as our eyes met.

"It seems we have a course to teach our great miss Alessia here" he chuckled, glancing at me.

"Strip and crawl down here"

What? I turned to him sharply.

What kind of order was that?

"Yes, Sir"

I looked back.

Was she---

Oh. She's already.

I gulped, watching as she stripped, peeling her pants from her thighs and getting on the floor.

She looked at me as she crawled towards him.

My heart thumped. Heat pooled low inside me.

She stopped as she got to where he sat, her face raised between his legs.

"Now, take it off"

Take what off?

My eyes widened as she reached for his pants and took them off, unveiling his erect dick, that sprang like a pole.

I lowered my gaze as my eyes met Cesare's.

"Watch"

I looked up again, as if being controlled.

Fuck.

My legs twitched, rubbing against each other as she took his dick into her hand and stroked it smoothly.

He wrapped his hand around her head and brought it closer to his dick.

Was she---

Without being ordered, she took his dick into her mouth, like some candy and sucked on it as if savoring it.

Fuck. I lowered my head to look at my legs.

Why were they twitching so much?

My eyes widened as I heard his moans.

He just made... that sound?

I bit the bottom of my lip, tightening my grip on my thighs, as I stared at him.

He continued, softly with groans mixed in as she moved her head in rhythm.

Can I make him make that... that defeated sound, that's different from his harsh words.

I gulped.

Could I even fit... that into my...

He grabbed her hair as she increased the pace.

Fuck. My legs rubbed together, betraying me.

I looked up as he let out a louder groan and finished in her mouth.

Shit. What's happening to me?

I'm getting... turned on... from this?

Me? That's ab---

"Good job" his voice snapped me back to reality.

"You can go now"

I swallowed hard as she stood up and turned to me with a smile.

Her nipples looked so hard.

She was definitely enjoying that.

My eyes widened as she cleaned the cum that'd stained her face with her finger, licked and swallowed it.

"Thank you, Sir" she mused, walking off.

I gulped, slowly turning my head towards him as she stepped out.

"You..." He called out, still naked- dick still jumping.

F–Fuck.

Was... Was it my... turn?

ALESSIA'S POV

"Ugh..." I groaned, squinting at the light cutting through the curtains.

"Good morning, ma'am," the maid greeted with a bow.

This is Cesare's room... Did we- I remember watching him and that nasty maid... He'd asked me to get on my knees and-

"Ma'am?" The maids voice brought me back from my mind's wandering.

"Good morning." I pushed myself up against the headboard. "Where's... Cesare?"

"The Boss is at the dining room. He said you should join him. That's why I'm here."

Of course. Orders. Always orders.

"I'll wash up first."

"Yes, ma'am."

---

"He's waiting," the maid whispered as I entered the dining room.

"She's late," Cesare muttered, glaring at her.

"I had to wash up," I said before she could explain.

His eyes held mine a second too long before he waved the maid away.

I sat down. My side of the table was lined with fruits I liked-peaches, walnuts, apples. Does he remember? Or just another trick.

It's just a coincidence.. I tried to tell myself. Cesare doesn't give a fuck about the fruits you like.

What if he wants to poison you?

This thought made me hesitant at first but I wasn't about to let him see that he was getting to me.

"Is this supposed to be breakfast as a couple?" I asked, reaching across to steal cranberries from his plate. I kept my gaze on him to look confident.

He didn't answer.

"Where's Martha? I didn't see her-"

The steak knife slammed into the table, inches from my hand. I froze.

"Has anyone told you that you talk too much?" His voice was low, and it send ice down my spine.

"Not really," I muttered.

"Well, you do." He stood, pushing his plate aside. "Meet me outside in twenty minutes. No more, no less."

"I have to finish-"

"And I really dislike stubborn girls." He leaned down, his hand heavy on my shoulder.

A shadow moved. A man I hadn't noticed stepped out of the corner. Cesare smirked. "See you in twenty."

---

There was a convoy already waiting outside. I frowned. "Are we going somewhere?"

He spoke quietly to one of his men before turning to me.

"Where are we headed?"

"To a traitor." His eyes didn't leave mine.

My throat went dry. I hope it wasn't Papa.

"Get in."

I stood there, my feet glued to the ground.

He grabbed my arm, " I said, get into the fucking car."

"Y-yes." I was trying so hard to hide my voice that was shaking like that of an old lady.

I slid into the limo. The air was thick. His men were armed and silent.

Cesare was staring out the window. I desperately needed to breathe.

"Today," he said finally, still looking out the window, "you'll see the price of betrayal."

The car stopped. One of his men tapped the glass. "Boss. Some men ahead. Blocking the road."

"Take care of them."

The window went up.

The men stepped out. Seconds later, gunshots cracked through the air. Screams. Bodies hitting the ground.

I clenched my fists as the car rolled slowly through the chaos. When it stopped again, a man opened Cesare's door and bowed.

The stench of blood hit me as I stepped out. I gagged, turning my head.

"Pathetic," Cesare muttered, walking past the corpses.

An old man stumbled from the building. "Cesare!" His voice cracked as he fell to his knees.

Cesare raised his hand. The guns lowered.

"Uncle Vicky," he said quietly, pulling him up. "You taught me to swim. How did we get here?"

"I-I didn't plan this. I was forced-"

"Planning to see me dead," Cesare cut in. "Too bad."

"My kids... they know nothing. Spare them, for old time's sake."

"Did you think of old time's sake before you decided to become a snake?"

The man didn't reply.

"Answer me!" Cesare yelled, making me and the man jump at the same time.

"Cesare, please...my son-"

Cesare cut him off and laughed. " Did you just call me your son?"

He looked at the men, " He just called me son."

He laughed some more. "You old bastard!"

"Mi dispiace per favore, Cesare." The man pleaded in Italian.

Cesare's face softened for a breath. Then the gun was out. One shot. Clean through the head.

I flinched, bile rising up.

"Kill everyone inside," Cesare ordered, stepping back into the car. "No one escapes."

I stared at the ground, my legs trembling.

"That's what happens to traitors," he said as his eyes met mine.

I couldn't say a word. I didn't know if I was too scared or angry.

So this would have been Papa's fate of I hadn't agreed? I felt tears beginning to form in my eyes. I held them back and but down on my lip.

God! I just wanted to go home... Back to Papa, I have enough money for us to leave and lay low till I figure out how to clear our name.

I can't be with this man... He's a freaking monster... No... He's the devil.

---

I lay staring at the ceiling later, every sound of today still ringing in my head.

A knock came at the door.

"The Boss says to meet him in his room."

I swallowed hard. My body moved before my mind could stop it. I straightened myself up, cleaned my tear stained face and exhaled before stepping out of the room.

---

"Come in," his voice called before I could knock.

I pushed the door open. Clothes were scattered on the floor. Maid clothes.

My eyes landed on the naked girl spread across his bed. Another maid.

"Sit." His tone left no room.

I sat in the chair opposite them. My heart pounded.

"You're going to be learning lesson number two."

He stripped his belt, pulling his pants down. His cock sprang free.

The girl opened her legs wider.

I shifted in my seat, heat burning my skin.

"You better pay attention," he said, climbing onto the bed.

CESARE'S POV:

I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, positioning my hair to fall towards my face.

It's a rough life, Cesare... Father's voice rang through my head.

I didn't understand that then. The... tough life.

But you did. You saw the roughness and still didn't level your playing field.

But... Guess who's suffering it now? I laughed dryly, running my hand through my hair.

That bastard dared to bare his fangs at me, thinking I wouldn't fight back?

I am a Marchetti. Marchettis fight back. We pay tenfold for one good and a billion fold for messing with us.

Alessia... excitement crept into my soured mood.

How should I break her? Slowly or swiftly? I'm going to treat her exactly as her father- not deserving of life and the grace to live in it.

Speaking of which... I grabbed my towel to wipe myself and walked out of the bathroom.

"Bernardino," I called.

Bernardino bowed. "What are your orders, Boss?"

"Bring me the family head of Ferraro tied up."

"Beaten, Boss?"

"No. Tied- like a criminal."

"Okay, Boss. I'll have it ready tomorrow"

"How did the issue with... Vicky's runaways go?" I removed the towel, grabbing the robe from the bed.

"We've round most of them up. We will have them all by Morning"

"Good. Traitors should be punished... Down to their last generation" I chuckled as I wore the robe.

"Take care of this and bring in the other traitor"

"Yes, Boss"

"Tell the maid at the door to come in when you walk out"

I need to take my mind off this.

I looked at him as he walked off and the maid entered shortly after.

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ALESSIA'S POV:

What the hell was that supposed to be?

What kind of sick goal does he intend to reach with that?

And that lady- the sounds she made.

My legs twitched as I remembered it.

The way he moved... Like some sick monster.

And me? More sick with how aroused I was.

Get a grip, Alessia...

Remember what he thinks about you- you're some... toy.

I grabbed the pillow and placed my head on it.

I growled as a knock on the door interrupted.

"Who's there?"

"Good evening, Ma'am" the maid walked in, scanning around.

"Good evening... What's going on?" I asked, confused.

"The Boss wants you down in ten minutes..." She bowed as her eyes rested on my body.

Of course... Who else would it be?

I groaned as I rested my back on the bed post.

"...Alright. I'll be down in ten minutes"

"T–The---"

"No more, no less" I added firmer, faking a deeper voice to imitate his.

"Okay, Ma'am"

I looked at her as she walked out.

What the hell does Cesare want me this time?

I haven't seen him all day and now he calls for me?

He must be back from whatever evil act he's been up to.

"Fuck it..." I groaned, standing up

Let's go get whatever bullshit he's planned over with.

---

Weird... Why is there no maid standing there?

I turned to the other side of the stairs. Were they relieved of their duties?

I looked at Cesare as I descended the stairs- besides him was a man on his knees whose head was covered.

So, it's another show of power to set an example.

"She's here" he mused, turning to the Man.

Who's---

Wait. That neck chain...

My eyes widened, steps slowing as if I was being pulled into the floor

That's not---

"I brought you a gift" Cesare chuckled, pulling the cover from the head.

That's... Papa?

My heart skipped beats as I rushed down.

"W–What's the meaning of this?" I stuttered, glaring at Cesare when I got to where he stood.

My... Father...

Bound like some common thief?

"W–What have I done wrong to deserve this?" I murmured, looking at my father.

He looked away as our eyes met.

My eyes scanned his body for any marks. He didn't look beaten but...

"Why is my father bound like a thief?" I shot a glare at Cesare who was staring at us.

"Isn't he worse than a thief?" He growled, looking at him

My jaws tightened.

How dare he treat---

"A traitor doesn't deserve the mercy of life"

"My father is not---"

"You still hold on to that lie?" he scoffed cutting in and pulled a pistol from his back.

I gasped as I saw the gun.

"W–What are you---"

I glanced at Papa, who'd lowered his head at this point.

"You're not going to---"

"A traitor's price is death" Cesare looked at me with those cold eyes.

"I'm sure he knew what he was getting into when he---"

"Cesare!!!" I snapped and yelled, loud enough that it echoed.

Papa raised his head sharply looking at me, surprised.

"I warned you never to take such a tone with me ever in your life---"

"Papa..." I turned to Papa, ignoring Cesare.

"W–Why?" I turned back to him, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Why are you so cruel?" I fell to my knees, sobbing.

How could a person disregard another person like this? Despite...

"T–The oath..." I sniffled, looking up.

Yes. There's that. He shouldn't be able to do anything stupid.

"I'm here as part---"

"That doesn't mean anything to me" he cut in, sharply.

"The life of a traitor and his daughter mean nothing to me and getting married to one is a stain to me"

Hah... My hope faded as he corked the gun. My eyes met father's as I turned to him

He closed his eyes, doing that smile that showed in his eyes.

Was he... crying?

My chest tightened.

"I–I'll do anything---" I sniffled, turning to Cesare.

"There's nothing you can do than exist as the sacrifice you are- one that means nothing to me anymore"

I looked at him.

He's going to kill my father.

I exhaled, closing my eyes.

Everything seemed to slow down

The moment his finger pulled the trigger

N–No

"Papa!!!"