One Night With Mafia

Paris

On that rainy night, a girl named Pretty was sheltering in front of a shop on the roadside, waiting for a taxi.

Her watch had shown that it was already 10:00 PM. Due to working late, she found herself out late in the pouring rain with a slight breeze, but no taxis were passing by.

Not long after, a black car stopped in front of her, and two tall, muscular men stepped out, holding umbrellas and approaching Pretty.

Pretty, seeing the two men, was shocked and terrified, her whole body shivering from the cold.

"Take her away!" ordered one of the men holding an umbrella.

"Who are you?" asked Pretty anxiously, stepping back.

The two men didn't answer, and one of them approached Pretty, then quickly lifted her onto his shoulder.

"Let me go! Who are you? Let me go!" Pretty screamed as she tried to fight back, hitting the man with her hands.

They didn't respond and instead threw Pretty into the car.

"Who are you? Please don't hurt me," Pretty cried out in fear.

"Shut up!" snapped the man sitting next to her.

Soon after, the car started driving to their intended destination.

"Where are you taking me? I haven't wronged you, Sir," Pretty pleaded while crying.

"Please, let me go! If I don't go home, my parents will be angry. I beg you, let me go, Sir," Pretty continued crying without stopping.

Annoyed, the man next to her hit the back of Pretty's head, knocking her unconscious.

After half an hour

The car carrying Pretty arrived at a luxurious and expansive mansion. They entered the vast courtyard, where luxury cars were parked.

As the car stopped, they lifted Pretty's body and carried her inside, heading to a completely dark room.

"Sir, I've brought the woman for you," said one of the men.

"Is she a call girl?" asked the boss sitting in the corner of the room.

"Yes, Sir. She can save you."

"Put her on the bed!" ordered the boss, still sitting in the corner.

"Yes, Sir," replied the man, laying Pretty, who was still unconscious, on the bed.

"Investigate who did this and kill them!" ordered the boss, rising from his seat.

"Yes, I'll do it immediately."

"Get out!" the boss ordered as he approached the bed.

"Yes," the man replied, leaving the room.

"Since you're a call girl, I'll pay you after I recover," said the man as he took off his shirt.

"Damn it! All my life, I've never touched a woman, but tonight I have to do this with a call girl. If it weren't for this stimulant, I wouldn't want to touch this woman," he thought.

This man, none other than the mafia boss Jack Harrison, feared for his ruthless nature. He was 35 years old but still lived alone because he didn't like getting close to any woman. It could be said that he hated women.

Jack took off all his clothes and then got onto the bed. The room was so dark that he couldn't see the woman's face in front of him.

Pretty, still unconscious, didn't know that her clothes were being removed one by one by a man she didn't know. Her clothes were thrown to the floor beside the bed, and soon Pretty's body was bare without a single thread.

"Hey... woman, after tonight, we won't see each other again. Once it's over, I'll pay you," said Jack as he spread Pretty's legs and immediately began the union with her.

"Damn it! I have to lose my virginity to this call girl," Jack thought.

Jack, known for his hatred of women, had always avoided every woman who tried to get close to him. That night, he engaged in intercourse without touching any other part of the girl's body. He didn't like kissing or caressing women; he only moved in that one area. Yes, that's all he did because the stimulant almost drove him crazy, forcing him to lose his virginity to a woman he didn't love.

After half an hour

Pretty, starting to regain consciousness, felt pain in her private area due to Jack's rough movements.

"Aarrgh!" Pretty screamed, opening her eyes and almost unable to believe that her body was being violated by someone whose face she couldn't see because of the darkness.

"Let me go!" Pretty screamed in pain, trying to rise, but Jack pressed her waist down, continuing his movements without stopping.

"I'll pay you when I'm done, don't worry about the money," said Jack, still moving below.

"Aargh!" Pretty cried out, feeling her heart shatter.

"It hurts! Please stop!" Pretty cried out, tears streaming down her face.

Pretty felt utterly devastated as her virginity was taken by a man she didn't know. Throughout the ordeal, she endured the pain and clutched the bed sheet with both hands, her sobs breaking as the man continued to violate her.

"Shut up! You don't need to be afraid. I'll pay you when I'm done!" Jack snapped, irritated by the girl's crying.

"You're a bastard! I'm not a prostitute!" Pretty screamed while crying.

"Stop pretending! You just want money, right? I'll pay you later!" Jack snapped as he pressed the girl's waist while continuing his movements below.

"It hurts!" Pretty screamed, trying to struggle, but the man held her waist firmly.

"Stop it! Please, stop it!" Pretty pleaded, enduring the pain.

"My life is ruined! If my family finds out, they'll beat me. My mom and dad care more about the family name than their own children. I'm also supposed to get married soon; how will I face David?" Pretty thought to herself.

The stimulant Jack had taken made him unable to control himself, and he continued for two hours. Sweat drenched his entire body, and the drug's effects forced him to repeat the act multiple times. He ignored Pretty's screams and cries, believing the girl he was with was just a call girl.

Not long after, Jack finally stopped. After satisfying his desires, Jack got up and headed to the bathroom, while Pretty was left devastated, her virginity stolen by a man she didn't know, whose face she couldn't even see clearly because of the darkness in the room.

Moments later, Pretty, still wounded, forced herself to get up. She wanted to leave the place that felt like hell, the place that had taken her purity and destroyed her future. Pretty grabbed her clothes from the floor beside the bed, and after dressing, she slowly made her way out of the dark room.

Outside the room, she looked around the lavish and spacious house. There was no doubt it belonged to a wealthy person with billions of dollars. But all she wanted was to get out of that terrifying place, which had caused her to lose her innocence and shattered her future.

Pretty was crying, her whole body trembling. The terrifying events still lingered vividly in her mind. She walked toward the door, enduring the pain in her private area, trying to walk quickly to escape that place.

"Why are you coming out?" asked one of the men guarding the door, named Luiz, the man who had brought Pretty to his boss's bed.

"Just let her go! Look at her. The boss must have done it with her, so she's no longer useful here," said Sandro, another member of the household.

"You're all bastards!" Pretty shouted, feeling deeply hurt by the cruel treatment.

"You're just a call girl. Why are you so sad?" Luiz snapped.

"Our boss will pay you, won't he? Why are you so unhappy?" Sandro shouted, roughly pushing Pretty, causing her to fall.

THUD...

"Aargh!" Pretty cried out in pain, her body injured from the fall, and her hand wounded from the impact.

Meanwhile, Jack stepped out of the bathroom and turned on the light, illuminating the entire room.

He looked toward the bed and noticed that the woman was no longer there.

"I haven't even paid her, and she's already gone?" Jack muttered as he walked closer to the bed. When he saw the bloodstains on the sheets, his expression changed. It was surprising for him to find that a woman in the entertainment business was still a virgin.

"Damn it! Did they bring the wrong person?" Jack grumbled, immediately stepping out of his room.

Pretty, who had been pushed to the ground, was still slumped on the floor, crying with a broken heart and feeling the pain inflicted by Jack.

"Get out of here! You cheap woman! You're lucky to have had the chance to be with our boss," Luiz spat.

"You'll get your karma!" Pretty hissed as she struggled to stand and slowly walked toward the gate.

"Stop her!" Jack ordered, running down the stairs to the ground floor.

Luiz and Sandro, hearing their boss's command, immediately yelled at the woman, who was walking unsteadily.

"Stop!" Luiz and Sandro shouted as they chased after Pretty.

Pretty, walking in a very weakened state, tried to leave the place that had ruined her life. But soon after, she collapsed and lost consciousness.

"Hey... she fainted!" Luiz shouted as he approached the girl.

"Get the car ready!" Jack ordered as he ran toward Pretty and immediately carried her, rushing toward the car.

Twenty minutes later

Jack arrived at the hospital, got out of the car, and carried Pretty, running straight into the hospital. Guilt and anxiety filled him as he realized he had destroyed an innocent girl's life.

Pretty was quickly taken to the emergency room by nurses and doctors.

"Boss, let us wait here. How about you go back home first?" Luiz suggested.

"Tell me! Where did you find her?" Jack asked angrily.

"Sorry, Boss. It was raining heavily, and when we saw you couldn't hold it anymore, we forcibly brought this girl. She was standing in front of a shop on the side of the road," Luiz replied, not daring to meet his boss's gaze.

"You dare disobey my orders! I told you to bring me an escort, but instead, you brought me an innocent girl, and now I've ruined her life!" Jack shouted in anger.

"Boss, I'm at fault! I'm ready to accept any punishment!" Luiz said, bowing his head.

"When I get home, I will definitely punish you!" Jack scolded, roughly rubbing his face.

Half an hour later.

The doctor who had been treating Pretty came out of the emergency room.

"Are you the patient's family?" the doctor asked Jack.

"How is she?" Jack responded.

"The patient is in shock, and her uterus suffered a tear that required stitches. For now, she shouldn't move much and must stay in the hospital for further care," the doctor explained.

"Doctor, do your best for her, and arrange a VIP room for the girl!" Jack requested, filled with worry.

"Alright, I'll do as you ask," the doctor replied before walking away.

"I, Jack Harrison, have made a huge mistake tonight and ruined an innocent girl's future. What will happen when she wakes up? She's going to be completely devastated," Jack thought to himself.

"Sir, these are Miss Pretty's belongings," said a nurse, handing him Pretty's phone and ID card.

"Thank you," Jack replied with a flat expression.

Jack looked at the ID card, which revealed her name was Pretty Jolie, a French citizen.

"Her name is Pretty, she's only 23 years old, and she's just a regular employee at some company," Jack murmured while reading Pretty's ID card.

"Investigate her background! I want to know everything about her!" Jack ordered.

"Yes, Boss," Luiz answered, bowing his head.

Jack walked into the VIP room where Pretty was being treated. He finally saw clearly the face of the girl who had been his release earlier. She was a beautiful young woman, and even without makeup, her beauty was undeniable.

"Pretty Jolie, I've ruined your life. I'll take responsibility and marry you. From now on, you belong to Jack Harrison," Jack said, kissing Pretty's forehead.

"Pretty Jolie, since you've become my victim, I won't waste you. Tonight, you've saved me, and I'll repay you for the rest of your life," Jack added, touching her face gently.