Mafia's contract: Bound by Contract

Life has been quite busy and weird since Father died, leaving Grandpa's legacy at the hands of no one. I have to deal with my company, my cartel and the family business. I have gotten extra responsibilities I never really prepared

for. My ringtone snapped me out of my thoughts. I got a proposal from the Kingston's. A virgin bride in exchange for money. I'll get something I enjoy and fix my inheritance issue. Of course I agreed. I had to be there in an hour.

"Stephan, you know what to do; get rid of the bodies. Make it shine. Simon, find out who sent them."

"Yes, Boss."

"Be fast about it, Stephan; you're coming with me. I have a bride to claim."

"A bride but-"

"Don't even think about it. You know I hate being questioned." I gave my gun one more swipe; I love a shiny gun.

"Perfect." Then I gave it a kiss and returned it to my suit pocket.

"Done, Boss." Santos, my right hand, said as he hurried back.

"Good. We're heading to the Kingston's. Ruddy, drive as fast as you can." I love

the excitement that came with hurry-speed. We arrived at the Kingston's. I was made to wait for quite some time and I was beginning to lose my

patience. Do these people know they're playing with fire? I turned to signal my right hand, but I noticed Mrs. Kingston had brought the girl; she was standing right next to me.

"Look at me." I wanted to see her face. She was looking away as if she was scared or shy. "I hate repeating myself. Look at me now!" She was startled. She looked at me immediately with tears and fear in her eyes.

"Good. You look even prettier in person." I looked at the marriage officiant, "You may begin."

"Excuse me, I know nothing about what's going on here, and I don't want to be part of any of this." The voice came from the tiny, innocent-looking girl beside me.

AVERY'S POV

"Let go of me! Let go. Just leave me alone." They were gone. Why the hell was I tied up and locked in here? My voice ached from screaming, no one could hear me. "Somebody help! please,

anybody." No one seemed to be around to help me. It started to rain, strange because I was locked up in a sealed room with no windows, but it was raining in here. How?

I opened my eyes; it was all a dream. I had been out all night, and this morning, when it began to rain, the butler helped me get inside. I am Avery

Kingston, blonde, with freckles across my nose, fair-skinned and petite. I am the daughter of Vicente Kingston, one of the richest men in New York, but I'm treated like an alien. It's my birthday today, and the night before, I was forced to sleep outside like a dog, and my father did nothing. I just have to find a way to escape them. Letting my tears fall, I whispered to my mom even

though I knew she couldn't hear me.

"Mom, you know I need you now. Why did you leave me? If only you had just taken me with you." I fell into a deep sleep immediately after I rested my head back on my pillow.

"Here, I brought food for you."

"Thank you so much, Mr Brutus, I'm starving."

"You don't have to thank me, my dear. I just wish I could do more for you. Get some rest." Mr Brutus was about to leave but stopped immediately.

"I almost forgot! Happy birthday, Miss. I wish all your wishes come true." With that, he left. I whispered my thank you even though I knew he couldn't hear me.

The sound of thunder brought me back to reality. I had gotten inside with Mr Brutus' help and now, silly dreams won't let me be. I'm dreaming of food now? Soon there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?"

I feared it was my stepmom. Had she noticed I had snuck back in?

"Miss, you have to open up. It's urgent your family have some kind of plan, I don't know."

"Mr Brutus?" I opened up immediately. He looked worried. "You have to leave this house. I overheard your father's and stepmom's conversation. They plan to get you married to some dangerous person for money. I might be wrong, but you should take cover first."

Everything sounded weird; my head became heavy while my heart pounded heavily in my chest. "It can't be..."

"I'm not certain. Take this." He handed me money he must have been saving for something important.

"You're like a daughter to me. I want you safe, so take this money and go far away from here. As far as possible."

"I will, thank you but the money... it's too much. I can't-"

"You can and you will. Now hurry!" I didn't bother packing my clothes. I wanted to get away as soon as possible.

Just when I was about to head to the stairs when I saw my stepmom and sister; they seemed to be looking for me. I hid

in the corner immediately.

"She's not outside; I didn't let her in

either. Where could she have gone?"

"Maybe she sneaked in. "Mom, don't

worry, we'll find her."

"Don't ask me not to worry. Do you

know who Mr Armstrong is? We'll be

dead if he thinks we're playing him."

"That bad? Get people to look for her.

Have you told Dad?"

"Your father will kill me if he finds out.

He wasn't really in support of this

because of how dangerous Mr Armstrong is. I assured him everything was going to go as planned. I messed up; I should not have made her sleep outside last night."

What Mr Brutus said was true... My heart ached. My own father agreed to this. I have to escape before they get people searching for me. I immediately sent a message to my friend Kiesha. She'd promised to come visit me today since it's my birthday.

"I need your help. Come pick me up; I'm trying to escape."

She replied with a, "It's about time! I'm on my way."

I managed to get outside the door without getting noticed. I caught sight of Kiesha's car, and I ran as fast as I could to get to her. I opened the gate, but I felt something cold behind my head.

"Move and I'll shoot." My body went

still.

"Avery!!! Let her go, you bastard!" My friend Kiesha couldn't stop screaming as she tried to get to me.

"Get her friend too; she's in time for the

celebration." That was my evil stepmother.

"No! Leave Kiesha out of this; I'll do as

you wish."

"Fine. Let the girl go."

"Take the back door; Mr Armstrong has arrived. Serena, make sure she gets dressed. We don't want to keep Mr Armstrong waiting." Just then I saw the convoy. He must be filthy rich and probably very bad. My stepmother would never give me something good.

Thirty minutes later, I was forced out to

the living room that had been

decorated. There was a man that looked

like an official; in front of him was a

table with papers. Just beside the table sat another man. He had this aura about him. He sat with his legs crossed

and a hand on the table.

"Move, you little swine. You've kept Mr

Armstrong waiting for way too long.The sooner you marry him, the better."

"Marry?" I was pulled by my stepmother to stand right next to the

man sitting.

AIDEN'S POV

Such boldness from such a petite creature. Of course I know she had no knowledge of this. I was going to reply to my bride when Mrs Kingston gave her a slap across her pretty face; her face reddened, and all I saw was red.

"What did you just do?" I spelt out every word bit by bit through gritted teeth.

"I was trying to put some sense into her.

She's―"

"Shut the hell up! Nobody touches

what's mine."

I signalled for Stephan.

"Teach her a lesson."

"Yes, sir. What do you suggest?"

I have no idea. I'll leave it to him to decide.

"Think of something, Stephan." Stephan nodded and dragged her out while she and her brat of a daughter screamed.

The way she grew silent when my man signalled to keep quiet with a gun. I don't know why I got angry when Mrs. Kingston hit Avery, but for some reason, I want to protect Avery from these

people.

Deep down, I knew I wasn't any better.

When I turned, I saw Avery staring at me. What was she thinking?

AVERY'S POV

"Are you okay?" Mr Armstrong asked as I stared at him in disbelief. I just couldn't believe my eyes. Mr. Armstrong was angry because my Stepmom hit me? And he was worried if I was okay? no way.

He seems to be battling his anger and something else in his head. Shaking his head a bit, he touched my cheek, but I involuntarily pulled away from his touch.

"I am fine... Thank you." Why does he care?

"Good. Now, back to what you were saying. You have no interest in whatever is going on, but sadly, you can't get out of it."

"But-"

"No buts. We have five minutes to get this over with and leave here. You can get whatever you feel is important. As for clothes, you'll get new ones."

"You can't win me over with money, and I'm not marrying you." I don't know how I was able to object after everything I just witnessed.

"I take that as an insult, winning you over?" He looked pissed. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. "Your acceptance of this marriage doesn't matter. The five minutes starts now." He slipped his hand into his suit pocket and pulled out a lighter for his cigarette. I caught a glimpse of his gun. It made me a bit more scared. One more reason why I should not marry him. "I'm feeling kind today; I'll give you a few minutes to come to your senses."

The air in the room changed. It screamed danger, and I wished this was all a dream and I'd awaken soon. I saw my dad step forward.

"Mr Armstrong, if you don't mind, I would love to speak to my daughter for a second." I don't want to hear whatever my father has to say. He pulled me to the corner of the room to talk about god knows what.

"Look, Avery, this wasn't my idea."

"But you agreed to it."

"I have raised you all these years; just help me this once. I'm going bankrupt; Celia suggested all of this as a way out. But now, if you don't accept, we will all be doomed. You must marry him." Stated as an order.

"I will not marry him." Shouted back immediately.

"You will marry him willingly or not. You have no choice."

"I will not marry him! You cannot force me." My father looked at me with a wicked smile and said, "I can and I will. We have raised you; it's time for you to pay us back or all of your mother's belongings, the inheritance she left you – consider them all gone."

I felt a heavy weight hit my chest when I heard these words. He doesn't mean that, does he?

"You can't do that! How can you expect me to marry someone I've never met? Did you stop and think if I would want any of this?" He said nothing. "Of course not, you never cared. You let your wife and daughter treat me however they want, and you never say or do anything to help me, but you join hands with them to make my life a living hell."

"Let's put everything behind us and start afresh. I could be the father you have always wanted if you help me this once. I meant every word I said." I stopped trying to argue I turned to look at the man I was expected to marry. Why can't I just wake up from this horrid dream?

AIDEN'S POV

It's time to be as brutal as possible and teach these Kingston's never to mess with me, Aiden, the black boss. I gave the signal to Steve; more men came in, ready to act on my command.

"Your time's up!" I turned to the marriage officiant. "Let the marriage begin." I heard that brat that had been trying to get my attention shout

"Stop being stupid, you swine! Marry already, or do you want them to hurt Father?" I'll deal with her later.

I signalled for Avery to come to me. I watched as she scanned the room, noticing the change, she knew her father's security team could do nothing. Looking resigned, like there was no more fight left in her, she came over to me. We were married in seconds. I figured a smile would make her calm a bit, but she looked at me like I had grown horns.

"It's time to go home, wife."

"I have to get my mother's things." I knew she wasn't talking about Mrs Kingston. I had got info on them before coming here.

"Alright, Steve would go with you." To my surprise, she didn't argue. We were out of the house in like thirty minutes.

AVERY'S POV

I watched him get into the other car. I don't really care; I want to be far away from everyone right now. This guy that seems to be my husband's right hand held the door open for me.

"Boss loves his privacy," he said as a way to explain the need for a different car.

"Okay." I could not think of a better response.

"Mrs Armstrong, Is there anything you'd like to get on our way to the Mansion?"

"No, thanks." I couldn't help but wonder aloud, "What's your boss like? He seems normal and dangerous at the same time."

"With time you will get to know him, Mrs Armstrong." Of course they won't tell me anything. "I see."

Minutes passed; I couldn't wait to get out of the car and rest my head a bit. I saw a beautiful mansion; it was magnificent. I've never seen anything like it.

"Wow! This place is beautiful." To my surprise, the car drove through the front gate.

"We're glad you like it. This is your home now."

"This has to be a dream; my parents' home doesn't come close to this. Mr Armstrong sure has good taste and loads of money."

"Indeed your husband does."

"Yes...My husband." I almost forgot I was married to him. I wonder what life with him will be like. We got inside the house. It felt like heaven. The expensive-looking furniture, art, tall glasses and unstained white paint all screamed luxury and power. I caught a glimpse of a gold gun on the wall, displayed as art. I noticed everyone here looked at me in a strange way, like I was walking on glass. What is it about my husband that I'm yet to find out?

"Let me show you to your room." That was my husband's voice.

"Thank you." I was happy we wouldn't have to share the same room, but a part of me was disappointed. This wasn't a real marriage after all.

"I've contacted Sky Fashion; she needs to know the kind of dresses you'll like, your style and your size." He handed me the tablet. "Just fill it out here. You'll get some of your order today."

"Done." I handed him the tablet. "I would like to be left alone if you don't mind." He looked at me with raised brows.

"Of course, rest as much as you want. Food would be sent up soon. I'll be back later."

"Thank you. Back for what?" He gave me a weird smile and walked out. I wonder what goes on in his head.

After my nap, I decided to explore the mansion. I saw a door; it looked weird. Other doors were painted white, but this one was black with a red X in the middle. I was curious to know what was in there, so I twisted the doorknob.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. The room is off limits." I heard a female voice say. I was startled, so I turned to look at who the voice came from. She was beautiful with dark brown hair and green eyes.

"I was just curious. I'm sorry, who are you?"

"You will find out soon."

She looked at me from head to toe and walked away. It felt strange.

Just then I got a call from Keisha.

"Avery! Avery, I'm so sorry. How are you? What did they do to you? I couldn't get help because your stepmom had me tied up. I'm so sorry."

"Kiesha, I'm so sorry too. I should have known she wouldn't let you go. I'm alright; I'm married."

"Married?"

I could sense people's movement, like I was being watched. "Yeah, I'll fill you in tomorrow. Take care of yourself for me."

"Alright. Good night, Avery."

"Good night, Kiki." I ended the call and headed straight to my room to force myself back into bed. Where the hell was my husband, and why are everything and everyone here so strange?

AIDEN'S POV

My innocent bride has no idea what I have planned for her tonight. I'll let her be for now. Some time with the Cartel wouldn't hurt; it's a great way to pass time.

"Boss, you just got married. Shouldn't you be busy with your bride?"

"You called me "Boss" that means you can't question me."

"I'm sorry, Boss."

"So what business do we have with the Martins? I got a funny message from them earlier."

"They are trying to be the top in the business. Information from an insider is that they're trying to take you out and take over. One more thing, it seems they have a grudge against the Armstrongs."

"Why?"

"I don't know, Boss, but we're on it." I nodded and went to get some drinks.

When I checked the time, it was already eight. I have a marriage to consummate. I headed straight to Avery's room when I got home. She was asleep, curled to the side, looking so peaceful and perfect. I joined her in bed and pulled her closer to me.

"Get away from me!" She jumped up, startled to find someone in bed with her.

"Easy, it's me, Adrian, your husband." She calmed down and relaxed back on the bed.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, puzzled.

"What do you mean? I'm your husband." I kissed her before she could protest.

The kiss was long and hard. When I ended the kiss, she was breathless. "Do you like that?" She nodded her head. "Don't nod; tell me."

"Yes, I do."

"Good." I kissed her once more, and this time, I trailed kisses down her neck to the exposed skin of her chest.

When I gave her boobs a little squeeze, a soft moan escaped her lips.

Slowly, I stripped her of her nightgown and continued administering kisses to her bare skin. I took her nipples into my mouth and suckled. I could tell she wanted more from her reactions.

Inserting a finger into her heat, I confirmed what I already knew: she was dripping wet. To prepare her, I added another finger.

"Adrian!" That's the first time she's called me by my name. I knew the extra finger caused some discomfort.

"Yes, baby. It'll get better." I slowed the pace of my fingers and continued kissing her, her neck, her breasts, and her stomach, and then I went lower.

"Adrian! What are you doing?"

"Shhhh... you'll enjoy this." I continued trailing kisses down her abdomen.

"You can't do that." She whispered breathlessly.

"I will, and you'll love it." I parted her legs and buried my head in between them, kissing, licking and suckling.

"Stop! No, don't stop..." she muttered incoherently as she moaned her pleasure. I increased the pace of my fingers; she was close, I could feel it.

"Let it happen, sweet; don't fight it."

Waves of pleasure hit her, and she did not understand what was going on. Watching her come undone felt so good.

"Avery, I can't wait any longer; I have to take you now." I told her as I pulled away to undress.

To distract her, I started kissing her hot and fast while I lay between her legs. I had endured enough; it was time to get this over with. While kissing her neck and fondling her left boob, I plunged into her with one powerful thrust. I hushed her scream with my mouth, but she kept trying to push me away. As the pain rocketed through her body, I stayed still, waiting for her body to adapt to the invasion. The wait was driving me crazy, but for some reason, I didn't want to hurt her anymore than I had to.

"Does it still hurt? Can I move now?" She nodded twice. "Can I move?"

"Yes." I began to move. I started with a slow rhythm, and she met each thrust with her hip movement.

Moans and groans of ecstasy filled the room.

AVERY'S POV

"That was beautiful." I couldn't believe what I had just experienced. The pain lasted a little while and then it was replaced with pleasure. "Is it always like this?"

"No."

Aiden stood up from the bed, dressed up and was ready to leave.

"where are you going?" Aren't we supposed to cuddle or something?

"I'm leaving the room. I'm done here."

"Done here?" For some reason, those words stung. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Do not question me Avery, nobody questions me. Don't do that again."

"At least tell me what I did wrong?"

He walked out on me like he didn't hear a word I said. I could swear he enjoyed this just as much as I did. Why act all weird now?

Moments after thinking about what was the best course of action, I went downstairs to talk to Aiden. I felt so sore, but I had to speak to my husband. I headed straight to his room; it wasn't locked, and he wasn't there.

I was about to leave when my eyes caught a journal; it looked like he'd just written on it. Curiosity made me have a look at it.

"What is this?"

I can't explain how I feel right now looking at this. Page after page were pictures of young girls, all marked as virgins, each ticked like a completed conquest. The last was a picture of me! it appeared to have been taken just now.

"Lord, what have I gotten myself into?" Here I was fantasizing about a life we could build together. What is his obsession with virgins? The longer I sat on the floor, staring at the journal, the more confused I got.

I wanted to hit him, scream at him or maybe just give him a piece of my mind. I headed out of his room with the journal in hand, wondering where to find Mr. Virgin hunter. I heard a conversation downstairs, it was between my Adrian and someone else.

"Shouldn't you be with your wife tonight, Adrian?"

I don't know this guy, but he seems to be close to Adrian.

"The marriage has been consummated. I don't need to spend the night with her. I had a nice time with her; I can't deny that. I'm married now, like my grandma wanted, and I got a willing virgin in my bed."

"Be reasonable for once, Adrian. When are you going to put an end to this silly habit of yours?"

"That is none of your business, Steve; you have no right to tell me what to do."

"Don't ruin your life, friend. I've met the girl once; she seems like a nice person. According to what you told me, she's been through a lot already; don't add to it."

"Oh please! She'll be compensated. I'll make sure she lacks nothing. Her life here will be better than the life she had back home."

"With this attitude of yours, Adrian, I doubt that." He shook his head and took a sip of his drink.

"She's just another virgin I conquered; the marriage doesn't make her any more special."

The sting of these words hit me hard. It cut deep, my heart felt heavy. How could I have been so foolish? This wasn't a home, it was a prison, and I was a victim of a man's silly fetish for virgins. A sob escaped my lips, I tried to walk away before they saw me.

"Avery..." I didn't turn or stop; I just kept going.

"Mrs Armstrong, wait!" There was nothing anyone could say to me now to make me feel better. I don't want to listen.

"He doesn't mean it; he's drunk and-"

"Save it. I've heard and seen enough to know what to believe. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to go to bed now." I masked my shame and embarrassment with false confidence and nonchalance. I hurried into my room and let all the tears flow. Maybe my life was meant to be this sad, maybe my life is a mistake.

At this point, nothing else could shock me. He said I wouldn't lack anything. Aiden, watch me use this joke to my own advantage. I know exactly what to do. Would it work?