In Bed with the Hot Brothers

Chapter 1

Ziyana

My father taught me that wealth is the highest power I could acquire for myself. It's the biggest flex of all time. Being able to get what you want no matter where it is or how it is gotten. It not only shows how connected you are but specifically, it shows that you are powerful.

Only that he was wrong.

I'm Ziyana Casimiro, daughter to the mighty and fearless Dario Casimiro, a Mafia Lord in Sicily. My life itself is one that could be regarded as the life of a Princess. I had everything a girl could want; expensive dresses and bags from well known designers, jewelry that cost a fortune, not to mention parties and holidays all over the world. Our home was built on a wide area of land, heavily guarded by the best security facility in Italy. The mere mention of my father's name sends fear down the spines of his enemies.

I had all of my whims catered for, I only had to ask and it would be brought to me. All I did was laze around the house. I never went out for anything, everything I needed had to be done by my lines of maids waiting for my instructions. Even my education has to be done inside of my father's palace by the best professors all over the world. It was safe to say that I know nothing but the happiness and sweetness of the universe.

And then one fateful night, everything crumbled. All that he had ever built fell and never rose again.

What happened?

Death.

The news of my father's demise arrived late that night. It has been difficult to sleep. I could feel that something terrible was about to happen, especially with the weather being windy. The doors and window of our castle rattled against its frame, waking me from my short sleep.

I had padded to my father's office, hoping to meet him bent on piles of papers as always. I opened the door only to see that he hadn't returned. He had left saying that he'd be back before sun sets.

Only that he didn't. He returned in a black casket with a hole in his head. I couldn't forget the gory image as he lay lifeless in the casket as if he'd stand up anytime soon.

None of his loyal men came back with him that evening, only his lifeless body returned. In a blink of an eye, Dario Casimiro, who used to be the most feared, lay in his own blood helplessly.

One after the other,his close friends and associates whose laughter and jokes usually filled the halls of our castle disappeared. None of them wanted to be associated with a fallen hero.

You are probably wondering what happened to me.

I hit rock bottom, crashing hard.

After he was laid to rest, a few of his friends stayed. Some distant relatives who had come, stayed for days more. In those days, all they did was whispered scornful wordsabout me.

'She's doomed!'

'Oh, how she'll suffer!'

'It's a matter of time before she breaks'

They all tried keeping it low but I heard every single of their comments. I never took it to heart because they were wrong. My father had more than enough, so what was there to be afraid of?

To my utter dismay, my father's lawyer, Luca sat me down one night and broke the news.

"Dario's finance was complex,too complicated for you to understand. He had been dealing with a lot before his demise. He only kept it from you, from everyone"

"What about his cars, companies and jets? What do you mean it's complicated?" I asked but he had said nothing. All he did was shrugged his shoulders. At that point I understood that everything was an illusion. I didn't fully get the details but there was nothing left for me in Sicily. I had to leave.

My great aunt Elena took me with her as she returned to the valleys of Naples. Her entire house is synonymous to a bathroom in the palace that I once lived in. Everything there shouted outdated and I even feared that they might collapse on my head.

Every part of her tiny apartment was cold just like her as opposed to the warm and comfy life I was used to. Aunt Elena is a spinster,she never married because according to her, she couldn't find her missing ribs and so, she lived alone. The only thing that mattered to her was how to get the next cash to cater for her cigarette and alcohol.

I accepted fate and began to live with her, getting used to the new life. And then one day, things came crashing once again.

A horrible looking man alongside his minions knocked angrily on our door. Even though she instructed me to lie low, I managed to see the faces of the men and eavesdropped.

"We are here for her," the one who seemed like the leader had said to her but my aunt feigned ignorance.

"Her father owned me a lot, if no one is willing to pay, I'll take the little girl with me. She'll work off her ass to pay her father's debt." He instated.

"That won't happen on my watch. Here, take," I heard her say and I assumed it to be wads of currency.

"This is nothing old witch. Remember I'll be back and you better be ready for me,"he said and I heard the door banged close.

"I didn't take you in to be threatened by loan sharks!" That was the first thing Elena said as soon as she got in. Her brows were furrowed together and her lips curved by the side. That was her signatory face whenever she's angry

"What?" I asked in shock.

"Yes,I thought something good would come out of taking you in but I see now that I made a grave mistake. Your existence here is a mistake." She spatm

"I'm s__" I started to say but she wasn't going to let me talk.

"Don't you dare finish that statement. I don't want to hear your silly excuses. Just prepare your mind and get ready because the next time those rebels show up here, I might just toss you out to them. I don't want to have anything to do with the daughter of a gambler nor do I want to part with any of my hard earned money." Her utterances were enough to tell me that I was a great burden to me and she wanted nothing but to get rid of me. She had thought she'd be swimming in money if she took me in but got nothing.

Days after her encounter with the loan sharks,she refused to speak to me. Unless when she muttered curses about ingrates whom I know it's me.

I was sleeping in my tiny room one night when she entered the room without knocking. I sat uprightly in shock wondering what I had done wrong again.

"Get up girl, put this on" she said, tossing a skimpy dress at me. I held the dress in my hand and asked the only thing that mattered.

"Why,where are we going this late?" I queried.

"Job hunting," she replied and smirked, her lips curving in her usual mischievous way and for the first time since my father's death, I felt anxious and panicked.

Chapter 2

Ziyana

I scurried behind her as we walked to the road. Her sharp movements on the coarse sand were enough to tell me that she meant business. The dress she had thrown to me was too skimpy and tight. For a young lady like me who has a plum figure, the cloth made me look like a pimp.

"How did you know about this job that we are hunting around for?" I asked in worry.

"A friend of mine told me about it. It's high time you started working, I can't keep feeding you forever," she said and I rolled my eyes at her. For someone who hasn't looked at me with a smile since I met her, she sure knows how to manipulate. I'm sure she was just looking for the perfect way to be done with me.

"This job, what kind of job is it?" I asked.

She stopped abruptly making me collide right into her. I hadn't expected her to stop suddenly and so,I muttered a bit of apology to her. She watched me with pure hate as she squinted her eyes.

"Bartending, she works at a club. Her boss wants more hands." My heart raced as she said this, the one time I insisted on following dad to a club, I had vowed to never return there again because of how rowdy it was. Women were treated there as if they were objects to be owned. And now she wants me to work in that kind of environment?

"What? You want me to work at a bar?" I asked in shock. "My father might be six feet down the earth but I'm educated. How do you want me to move from being a learned princess to someone who works in such a ridiculous place?" I added in annoyance.

"Listen to me, young lady. You are no longer a princess like your father made you believe. You are nothing now. The earlier you understand that the better. Now move it!" She commanded

"No, I don't want to work at a bar. Plus, I know nothing about bartending. How do you expect me to cope? If this is about the loan sharks, I'll get a better job to pay them, but I won't work at a bar!" I said defiantly, stopping on my tracks.

"Yes, you'll do the job. God help you if you mess this up because I'll deal with you mercilessly. My friend Cara promised that you'd be taught all you need to know. Don't try to mess this up girl, unless maybe you want to go with the rebels then. It's your choice." She said with distaste. Finally accepting that I was in no place to decide what I wanted, I followed behind meekly.

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Cara was already waiting at the front of the club. From outside,I could hear the noise coming from the DJ's music. Conscious of the eyes on me I started to draw the dress down a bit. It was too revealing for my liking andafe me feel uncomfortable.

Cara glanced at Elena and nudged her. "She's Dario's daughter?" She asked and that caught my attention. She moved closer and hugged me as Elena nodded to her question.

"Oh, your father was a great man. It's such a shame that his life was cut short." She said,

"Yeahh,I know," I nodded. Her clothes smelled of sweat and alcohol. But her eyes softened as she gazed at me with empathy.

"Fret not, I'll teach you all the basics," she said and beckoned to us to follow her in. Elena walked up to her and they began to talk in hushed tones. It didn't sound well with me but I decided to trust Elena on this. Afterall, we are family.

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After a while we got to the front of two large doors. Each of these doors has two hefty looking men stood in front of it. One was a black oak while the other was a door I couldn't pinpoint. However,its structure was less frightening than the other. To my surprise, Cara went for the frightening looking one.

"Is this the right place?" I asked in apprehension. Something smells fishy and I was having a tight chest like I had the day my father died.

"Yes darling,we just have to pass through the door and that would be hall, "Cara answered. She talked to one of the men in hushed tones. My experience over the few months was enough to tell me that conversations in such tones end in disaster.

Elena beckoned to me to come in but I stood rooted on a spot. I took frightening steps backwards and glanced towards where we were coming from.

It's not too late to back off if you don't want to go in, my inner mind said. I was about to turn around and make a run for it when Elena glanced back at me. My expression must have given me up because in one swift movement she got to me and yanked me towards her,her long nails dipped in my skin.

"Leave me alone, you are hurting me" I managed to say but neither of the women was going to have it. Each of them held my hand and struggled with pushing me through the black horrific door. That single behaviour was enough to tell me that I was in the wrong place.

Immediately we stepped in, I knew my guess was right. Nothing in the setting of the room looked like a club. It looked more like a marketplace and more of a gambling den. Every corner of the room had men smoking, gambling and drinking. In another corner of the room sat women and ladies of my age who had masks on their faces and their hands tied.

My entire appearance gained me looks from the men gambling on the table. Some or them winked at me while some smirked, their eyes dark with desire.

'What is this place, this isn't a club." I shouted over the noise

"Your working place,"Elena replied. The look on her face told me that she knew about it. She didn't look surprised at all. She had been on it from the beginning.

"No...no please. I promise you I'll be of good conduct. I'll listen to you and do whatever you want me to do." I said in a rush.

"It's too late, Ziyana. We are here now." She smirked darkly. A man moved to me holding a similar mask as the one the ladies by the corner had but I moved back. I won't allow myself to be ridiculed. I turned around and leapt with fear, running towards the door but I was caught before I got there.

"Leave me alone, you bastard, don't touch me" I screamed, gaining myself attention from those in the room.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my neck. Someone had hit me from behind, making me slump into unconsciousness.

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I didn't know how long I was out but as soon as I opened my eyes, I knew that I wasn't the only one in the room. I could hear whimperings beside me and underground noises coming from a speaker. My hands were tied to the back and my eyes blindfolded.

As if on cue, I heard a door open. After a while, my hands were untied and the blindfold was removed too. The room was quite spacious and had beautiful curtains decorating it. I recognised some of the faces there belonged to the ladies I saw earlier. I haven't been able to see the face of the person who untied me.

"And now the hour we've been waiting for," I heard a boisterous voice from the sound system. The floor we all sat on moved gingerly causing us all to whimper in fright. A light shone from the other side of the room, blinding us all. It became clear that we were on a stage. We were all merchandise waiting to be sold.

Each of the ladies were picked and shown to the crowd of lustful men. Surprisingly,these men called out ridiculous amounts and got the ladies they wanted.

Finally, it was my turn. I stood up, facing the ground. If there was one thing I was certain of, it would be that no one would buy me for an exorbitant price. I wasn't as slim and tall as most of the girls that had been sold.

As I stood up and waited for the bidding to start,I smiled victoriously. I couldn't wait to return to Elena and see the dissatisfaction in her eyes when she realized that her plan didn't pan out well.

The auctioneer began slowly, starting from a hundred euros, fifty thousand euros, a hundred thousand euros. I looked up to see the faces of the men and scoffed. I was merely waiting for the auctioneer to do his thing and let me return home.

Finally realising that no one was willing to pay too much for me, he gave me an annoyed look and I stuck out my tongue in triumph.

"50 million euros!" A strong voice came through the crowd and I froze.

"No..no. That can't be. Just when I thought I was free to go? This had to be a joke!" I thought in agony.

Chapter 3

Salvatore

'You shouldn't be here,' I thought but I refused to listen. The underground club at Arena Glitz was like nothing I've ever seen. The air in this particular one was stuffy,full of dirt,kink and sin. Rumours had it that they catered for men who wanted young , sexy and sometimes untouched women. This alone was enough to make my prick hard.

The men seated by the table were mostly business men. It was already late, so their ties were crooked. I could smell their sweat mixed with both cheap and expensive cologne. It was evident that the men here were rich, powerful and horny. I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt and took a seat in one of the booths too.

A humming sound erupted somewhere in the room before the stage went up slowly. The light in the room was switched on. Everything in the room became clear but it was opposite for the women on stage. It was too harsh for them. Some of them tried covering their eyes but the men on the stage wouldn't have it.

Blood surged through my veins as women of different sizes and different ages lined up on the stage, all naked. From where I sat I could taste their desperation and their eagerness.

I love desperate women. They are easier to control and break.

Most of them were trembling, others stared into space while the rest had an unreadable expression on their faces. More like they had resigned to their fate.

I checked my wrist watch, I knew I should probably be on my way to meet my Stefano but I didn't move. I didn't come to ArensGlitz for some fun. I came with my brother because we wanted to nab Massimo in his games. The bastard had picked here because it'd be easier to blend with the crowd. Massimo is my brother, Stefano's arch enemy. The two have been rivals since I could remember. I stood up, ready to leave and then I saw her.

All plans to stand up came tumbling and I sat down again.

A red-hair.

She was the only one with that shade of hair in the room. Even though most of the women were frightened, she looked the opposite. She seemed to be enjoying the show. As if she could read my mind,she looked up. Our eyes met for a second and she looked away as if my sight was burning her.

Fuck me.

Her wavy red hair cascaded her shoulders, almost reaching her navel and covering her breasts but not totally. I thought that was all but then I saw them.

Her eyes

They were emerald green, inviting and matching the green necklaces on her neck. My eyes roamed all over her body and then I saw her hands shake a bit.

"Gotcha," I muttered. She was only pretending to be undisturbed by the crowd of men. She was trembling as she should. No one wouldn't be, especially in that situation. I could tell she was barely hanging on. That phase, just before one breaks down, that's where she was.

No one seemed interested in her initially but everything charged the moment the auctioneer spoke.

"She is still in her factory settings. A tight virgin cunt for your dicks" he said with excitement.

The men roared with wants. Even my dick tightened up and I knew my juice was already leaking out of its holes.

Men began to call ridiculous prices just so they could get their hands on her. The thoughts that any of the foolish gambler would own her fueled my own response, making me propose the most ridiculous of prices

"Fify million euros," I blurted out.

The entire room fell silent and all eyes fell on me. It might look too much to spend at once but it was nothing for me; Salvatore Niccolo. The youngest of the Niccolo family, a long line of bloodthirsty,ruthless Mafia in Italy. I rule alongside my brothers Stefano and Vittorio, they love me and wouldn't mind me spending that much for fun, for something I wanted to own.

Neither the silence nor the look of wonder on the face of other men in the room got me like the one on her face. The red haired lady looked astonished more than anyone in the room. The composure she had earlier was now replaced with fear and frustration as she sat down on the floor with resignation.

"Sold" The auctioneer's voice resonated with eagerness. I stood up as red hair was being dragged forcefully. She tried to prove stubborn but her strength was unmatched to the man. He held her with an iron fist hand and dragged her out. I stood up and adjusted my wrinkled shirt and walked out of the room, following them.

Time to have fun.

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She was pushed into the room with force after they must have had her cleaned up. I smirked when her gaze finally settled on me. She walked up to me and balled her fist and began to breathe heavily.

She was angry.

Hmm. Feisty.

"How dare you!" She said, "Everything was working fine, just a bit more minutes and I would have been free from all of these. But what? A million euros? Just for a fucking minor!'

"You are not a minor, Red, " I said calmly, but that only increased her fury. "No minor will have such tits and curves," I said.

" You are one crazy bastard!" She said but I smiled instead. She wanted to add more to the insult but I stopped her from doing so.

"I won't take such insolent behaviour from you, so you better watch what you say. I bought you with my money and that only means one thing.

"You now belong to me. You'll accord me respect or you'll regret your behaviour." I warned.

"No, the only person who'd regret this is you because I won't succumb to your oppressions"

"Kneel before me,Red, " I said, not minding the trembling in her voice. She's one stubborn one and I'm going to enjoy breaking her into pieces. Very soon she'll understand who she was dealing with.

"Never, I won't kneel before you and stop calling me that! My name is Zi__"

"I don't care what your name is. You'll be Red henceforth and that is on period." I said and stood up.

She was still looking at me with defiance in her face but I had yanked her hand and pulled her down on my lap. She tried wriggle free but she only ended up grinding her butt on me. The effect was transforming because I became hard again and began to grind into her again. I was loving the feeling. She still wouldn't stay still, so I grabbed one of her breasts and fondled it roughly. The succulent feel on my palm was heavenly and I moaned with satisfaction.

"Let me go!" She screamed but I didn't. I paid no attention to her.

"Leave me alone, please," she added. She must have realised that I wasn't going to let go of her and that she had no control over her present situation.

As I did this, she fought me with all of her energy. Her dress had pulled up way past her thighs. The sight of her thigh was inviting and so, I placed my hand on her soft skin. I was about to move my hands up and slip my hands in her when__

Gunshots!

We both froze in our position and I pushed her off my lap.

"Fucking Vittorio. Trust him to show up with drama," I muttered and stood up. I was about to dish out orders to Red when a movement caught my eyes.

For someone who was struggling frantically with her strength just now, she was too fast.

Fuck!

"Red!" I screamed out but it was too late.

She had bolted.