Saved And Hated By The Gang Lord

WARNINGS; This book is a collection of deep erotic scenes, slavery, crimes, abuse, brutality and so on. Read at your own risk.(18+)

Synopsis

She was saved by him but she knew another hell in his hands for some reasons unknown to her...Well not until she gave birth to two cuties likewise he fell in love with them.

Prologue

Enzo Emilio is a scary mafia lord who is bent on destroying the man who killed his elder brother. He is ruthless but became more heart hardened when his brother died in his arms.

In rage, he attacked the rival group and destroyed his ranch, he took his slaves and all that belonged to him for himself and that was when he met her, Madison, the girl who he saved but enslaved.

He made her past through hell since she was the person who shot his brother to death at her former master's command.

Prologue

Enzo Emilio is a scary mafia lord who is bent on destroying the man who killed his elder brother. He is ruthless but became more heart hardened when his brother died in his arms.

In rage, he attacked the rival group and destroyed his ranch, he took his slaves and all that belonged to him...

Saved And Hated By The Gang Lord (-Saved by him-)

Madison's P O V

I sat alone in a dark room, tired and hungry. I can't remember when these last animals fed us. I don't know how long I've been staying in this house, but I was brought here when I turned 12.

I can't really recall what happened that terrible night, but I do remember that my friends and I were returning from a friend's house, where a party was thrown in my name, unexpectedly a black Jeep pulled over in front of us and kidnapped my other friend and me.

We both screamed out and struggled with the hefty men as they carried us up into their Jeep.

"Wait, why is my other friend left behind?" I turned to look at her, and I saw her staring at us blankly as the men closed up the door to the jeep.

"Good job." I heard the man holding me announce before the driver in charge of the black Jeep drove off at enormous speed.

My other friend, who was taken to the backside of the vehicle, couldn't stop screaming. The man who held her had to shut her up. He injected her with something in a syringe, and she instantly passed out.

I was so nervous that I had to keep quiet. The man holding me was already frightening enough. But why was Blake left behind? She didn't even scream to alert people, she just stood there like a mannequin.

That question always bothered me till today. My parents on the other hand. I don't even know if there are alive, but I hope that they are alright, and I hope they retain me in their hearts.

The compartment entrance spurt open, and a girl about my age entered the room and went under the bed. She looks terrified.

What could be the problem? I thought.

Another girl ran into the room and went to hide in another corner of the room alerted; I stood up on my two shaky feet and went closer to the door to look at what was going on. I can hear screams and shootings.

What's happening? I thought.

More girls ran past me and into the room to hide. Some couldn't stop crying. I mean, the newer girls among us can't stop crying.

The noises downstairs and the shootings continued until I saw men dressed in shady dresses approaching our room. I took my head in and quickly locked the entrance to the room.

They look frightening, just as horrifying as the men that retain us in imprisonment. A kick came to the door, and I had to move away from the entrance, I'm not that scary-cat type of girl, but with this right now, I'm frightened.

I mean, everyone in this room is trembling and with all those shootings outdoor. I wonder what is going on. The men succeeded in breaking the entrance to the room, and they passed into the bedroom.

"Everyone out! Don't let me repeat this!" The first man to enter screamed at us to get out of the bedroom with a powerful voice.

When no one made any move, he brought his gun out and shot at the air, frightening us the more. The newbies instantly ran out from their hiding places, obeying the command that was given.

The men behind the person that came in first started directing them somewhere else, and just like that, I was the only girl left who hadn't obeyed. The man put his gun back into his trouser pocket and stared into my face.

"You are the one." He groaned and instantly pulled me by the ankle, he started dragging me out of the room while I was struggling with him.

He pulled me down to our captors meeting room. There, the girls lined up on the floor. I can see our captor kneeling before a man, a hazardous man whose back is turned to me.

"Boss, she is the one." The man holding me said to the formidable man who has our captor kneeling before him.

The man slowly turned to look at me, he was putting on dark shades and a cigarette fixed between his lips. His hair glued to the back, making him look handsome, more like dangerously beautiful.

But why is a handsome human like him looking so terrifying and unapproachable? He seems dangerous with the way he puffs out smoke from his mouth. His backside is firm, and he looks stern; his muscles reflect through his tight roll-up sleeve.

He pulled his shades down a bit, his bored grey orbs settled on me, and he stayed there for two seconds.

"Take her to the car and wait there." I heard him speak for the first time.

His voice sounded alluring and authoritative.

I don't understand what's going on but my gut tells me that his deep gruff voice is alluring. I mean, His voice holds so much power mainly by just hearing it.

"Yes, boss." The man holding me obliged and started pulling me away.

How come most of my captors men are lying dead on the floor. Were they attacked? Oh, was that heavenly man sent to save us?-Oh my! I think that's what he is doing. He is saving us. The man holding me got into a black van with me.

Heart beats later, the other guys joined our van, and the driver drove out of Santiago's prison house. -Yes, I call it prison-house, else why will they keep holding other girls and me captive for how long while training us to act like whore.

*

After hours of driving, we finally arrived at an enormous building, and it's more like a fortress, and it was boldly written on it- EMILIO'S CASTLE.

The driver parked at a corner, and we all came down, more like the man holding me pulled me down.

"Follow me." He groaned, finally letting go of me.

He let's go, perhaps because he is hundred percent sure that I can't escape from here-men in Black are all over.

The security looks tighter than that of Santiago's prison house.

I quietly followed the man into the magnificent-looking building. There, I saw servants going around cleaning the house. They all seem to be in a hurry-What is this place?

I'm getting more confused, am I not being saved or what?-Did he bring me here to work as a servant or what?

I followed the man until he stopped in front of an older woman, not too old but old enough to be a mother. He whispered something into her ear before leaving, I proceeded to follow him, but the older woman halted me.

"Follow me." She instructed after giving me thorough cleaning with her eyes.

I followed her slowly from behind as she ascended the stairs. Her weak legs can't let her climb the stairs faster. I followed her down the hall to the third room on the right side of the aisle.

"Stay here for the meantime; I don't know when master Enzo will return. I'll know what to do with you after his instructions." She notified me and waited for me to enter the room.

I got on into the room, and she closed the door. She opened it a few seconds later.

"You can take your bath, and you don't look like you've bathed in a while. I'll be bringing you some food soon." At the mention of food, my stomach jubilated.

She closed the door then and walked away. I turned to face the room given to me. It isn't so flashy, and it's decent enough. I went to sit down on the bed after staring around the small space. My stomach grumbled again, making me place my hands on it.

It's okay. Food is coming. It's okay. I told myself.

After waiting for like 15 minutes, the door finally opened, and the older woman walked in again, this time with a tray of food. A smile crept up my face.

"You haven't bathed?" She asked, coming to stand in front of me, but when she noticed me staring intensely at the tray, she understood how hungry I was.

"Oh," she ohed and handed over the tray of food to me. I opened the covered plate to see delicious spaghetti and turkey meatballs.

What? I don't know the last time I tasted meat. Am I going to eat meat again? Tears welled up in my eyes at the thought. Without wasting time, I dug into the meal, and I don't know how many seconds it took before I devoured the whole meal.

"Wow! It would be best if you were starving. I'll have to give you another plate of that. Don't they feed you where you came from? You look so malnourished. I'm not sure you are strong enough to take him." The elderly lady looked worried at me.

"Um...I'll appreciate that," I answered, not minding her last word.

"Go into the bathroom and have a proper bath. I'm sure you know how to. I'll ask someone to bring another plate." She obtained the plates from me with a frown.

"Don't you drink water?" She asked, noticing that I didn't touch my water.

"I...I" mumbled and grabbed the cup of water. I gulped it down in one go.

"Thank you." I thanked her gratefully.

At Santiago's prison house, we girls had to share the little water we were given. I end up leaving the water to the rest of the girls. That has been so for long now, and I don't know how long.

She left with the tray after that. I stood up and walked towards the dual doors at the left side of the room with renowned energy. I haven't felt this great for long, honestly.

I opened the first door to notice that it was a walk-in cabinet. I opened the second door and found the bathroom.

"Ah, " I gasped in relief and entered the well-built bathroom. I pulled off my dresses and dumped them on the floor before standing under the shower. It's been so long since I came under the bombardment.

After standing under the running water for about 20 minutes, I picked up a white towel that was hanging, then wiped my body dry before I picked up my old wears and put them on. I walked out of the bathroom after that to see another tray of food waiting for me as promised.

I giggled and rushed to the meal; I was so happy that the older woman fulfilled her promise. I opened the tray to see the exact quantity I was given earlier. I began eating it slowly, without care. I'm glad at least I had something to eat here.

Could it be that man that ordered them to feed me?-He might be the one, and he might be a nice man despite how handsomely destructive he looks. I mean, he is the most handsome although the rough-looking man I've seen.

After finishing my plate, I stood up and walked to the room's window. I can see the gate and the guards from here. The gate opened, and about six black cars entered the building.

Men wearing black dresses came out looking exhausted, but what caught my attention was the heavenly built, handsome yet rough-looking man from earlier.

My formal captor was pulled out from one of the black Jeep's booth and was brought to him. The handsome, savagely looking man bent down to eye level with him before saying some things to him.

My formal captor spat at him, making the men holding my standard captor start beating him up. This is getting more intriguing and also terrifying. What is happening?

After about 10 minutes, the handsomely barbarian man ordered the men to stop, and they did. He moistened down again to look at the body of the almost lifeless man. It was treacherous. Blood covered his body, blood, and sweat.

After whispering some things to my formal captor, he straightened back up and ordered his men on what to do before heading into the fortress.

I kept staring out as the men dragged my formal captor like a piece of trash. Not that he doesn't deserve it though, he deserves more than that. He deserves more for making me go through hell for who knows how long.

*

My Heartbeats increased immediately I heard footsteps approaching, not long, the door opened, and the older woman walked in urgently.

"He is here. Come with me, " She announced and grabbed me along with her out of my space.

Wait, are we going to meet that man? The handsome barbarian man?

Saved And Hated By The Gang Lord (-Hell-)

Madison's P O V

The woman took me out to meet the man, who looked equally exhausted but still had his fire in his eyes.

"You are back." The woman said to him, he didn't reply but instead fixed his eyes on me.

"Is she ready?" He asked, his voice coming out burdensome.

"Um, she has bathed. I-" The woman got interrupted by him.

"Have the servants bath her now?." He ordered.

"Yes, of course." The woman bowed in response.

"You are back!" We all heard a very enthusiastic voice inquired from behind.

I turned to look for the owner of the spokesperson to see another handsomely-looking guy. This one is much younger and has this baby shape like face. His eyes are cute.

His grey eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he approached us, his gaze fixed on the man.

"Yes," the man replied and started walking away. The excitement on the young guy's face died down at the man's behavior, but the look was soon replaced with that of confusion once his eyes settled on me.

"Who is she?" He indicated at me.

"Young sir, she is the lady that your brother wants. He asked us to take care of her for him." As if he finally understood something, his eyes settled back on me and lingered.

"Okay," he mumbled and began evacuating the compartment.

"Come on, let's go. We need to make you clean again.

It seems master Enzo is not satisfied with the way you look." She pulled me along with her back to the room she showed me earlier. She took me to the bathroom, and after ordering me to take off my clothes, she took off from the room. I stood in the bathroom butt naked, waiting for her.

But I don't understand all these. Maybe I can ask her what exactly is going on when she returns. A few minutes, the woman returned with two other girls who pulled me to the bathtub and started washing me up. I stayed there like a robot, just waiting for them to finish rewashing me.

After that, I was dried clean and held out of the bathroom where the older lady was waiting.

"It's not yet time. Wear this and wait for my instruction," the woman notified before leaving with the two girls.

I grabbed the gown I was supposed to wear and was about to put it on. It's so transparent, and it will barely cover my body. No underpants, no bra.

I'm getting more disturbed because of the two girls, and I couldn't ask the woman the question I wanted to ask. I laid down and closed my eyes, patiently waiting for the woman to come back when suddenly, the door sprang opened, making me sit up instantly.

The guy with the baby-like face walks in. He looks elegant and doesn't in any way look harmful, at least not on the surface.

"Hi," he said, moving toward my bed.

"Hi," I adjusted properly and answered back.

"I'm Kyle. What's your name?" He inquired.

"I'm Madison," I answered. He nodded and turned to look around my compartment.

"How did you get into trouble with my brother?" His suspicion mystifies me further.

"I...I don't understand," I said truthfully. He stared at me for a while, then sighed.

"I'll leave, and I have something to do." His sudden response added to my turmoil.

What was that?

I stood up as I watched him exit the room. I laid back down slowly and closed my eyes. I opened them back when I felt something that yanked me up from the bed.

"Wake up. Wake up, and you can't be a minute late." The older lady kept saying.

I cleared the sleep from my eyes and stood up. "Let's go," after examining me, she mumbled.

I followed her out of the room once again and to a room down the hallway. We made a turn before arriving at a room that seemed deserted from the other rooms. The woman breathed out beside me and knocked.

"She is here, Master Enzo," the woman announced.

"Let her in." The voice from earlier asserted.

The woman gasped again before turning to face me.

"Be strong." She mumbled before opening the entrance.

I watched her turn her back to me, sensing something wasn't right. My heartbeat improved. I slowly took a step into the room. I turned to close the door but saw a pair of calm grey eyes staring at me from a corner. The young guy from before who had a little chat with me in my room. Kyle.

Why was he staring at me from a corner? Reluctantly, I closed the door and turned to face the expanse, which looked bizarre.

It has a bed with strange equipment hanging around. In another corner stood the dangerous-looking man from earlier. One of his hands was in his pockets, and he was smoking with another hand while staring out the window.

"Take off your clothes. Go lie down on the bed." He ordered, his voice coming out cold and harsh.

I gulped at the command. Did he say take off your clothes? But why? Why should I take off my clothes in front of him?

I stood there without obeying his utterances; I was staring at him and waiting for him to face me.

"Are you deaf?!" I heard him growl as he turned to face me, making me cringe in fear.

"I-" I stuttered; I was relinquished for phrases. His stern gaze settled on my scared ones.

"What? Didn't that bastard teach you there? Or he only taught you how to murder people?"

His angry words got my legs shaking, but I became more scared and started moving back when he began approaching. I only stopped when I felt my back pressing hard against the door. I unexpectedly want to pee. I can't handle this anymore.

How come this good-looking man be so furious with me? What did I do?

His hand reached for the upper side of my see-through gown, and he tore it apart on my body.

"Next time, you do as I say." He groaned as he continued shredding me naked in front of him.

"What...what did I do?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Why are you doing this to me?" My voice shuddered as I asked the question. An evil smirk slowly curled up his face.

His hand reached for my face. He grabbed my jaw, pressed his fingers into my skin, and snapped my head to the side.

"Maybe I should send you to hell, and you'll get your answers there." He snorted as his hand pressed into my flesh, making my teeth and everything hurt.

Tears soon assembled in my eyes. "Let me go please, I didn't do anything," I managed to voice out through the pain.

He scoffed and finally let me go. He took a step back and fixed both of his hands into his trouser pocket.

"You want to go. Go!" He ordered with a look of mockery, replenished his cold grey orbs.

I took my hand to hold my jaw while whimpering. Slowly, I turned to leave as he told me. I opened the door and made it to go but flinched when he pushed the door from behind. After that, he locked it and kept the keys on the table.

"To the bed now! My patience is running out. And if you don't want me to kill you right now, get on that bed!" He roared out like a lion.

The room became colder at his glares, and I could feel his anger doubling and tripling.

But what the hell did I do to deserve this? What did I do? I managed to move my legs toward the bed and sat down on it.

"Lie down. Close your eyes." I gave attention to his order.

I obeyed, closing my eyes. I didn't hear a sound for an instant, and I wanted to open my eyes so bad and see what was going on but couldn't.

"Spread your legs." I heard another command.

Goodness, I'm already naked. Why does he want me to open my legs again? This is scary.

I felt him grab my left hand. He tied it up and did the same to my right hand. My heartbeat increased as an idea of what was about to happen came into my head. –Please don't tell me it's finally time. Don't tell me. I worried as my hands pulled tautly.

"No matter what. Do not open your eyes. If you do, I'll kill you." He hissed as he declared openly.

I nodded, then tucked my lips in. Tears threatened to force my eyes open, but I held them in. I felt the bed deepen; next, I felt one of his hands left my waist up. My fears increased at his cold hands touching my bare skin.

I continued to close my eyes when I felt something cold and hard touch the entrance of my private part. Chills ran down my body as I finally concluded what was about to happen. He is about to take advantage of me. -Oh goodness! Although they have been preparing us at Santiago's prison house for this, I'm not ready. I don't want this.

I made to move away from his hold, but his cold hand pressed more into my skin, holding me to himself. Then, I felt my hole tearing up as he forced his cold hard manhood into me. A scream left my lips at the force he used.

"Stay in place, do not open your eyes." He ordered in a cold, harsh tone.

Sweats soon covered my body as he kept moving forcefully into me.

"No! No, please," I begged as I felt him move out and drove into me again.

I screamed again when he went on and on-driving into me without mercy. It's even more painful with my eyes closed. I can't even see how this man is destroying me. He is going to break me in two.

He stopped for a while and came down from the bed, making me breathe out in relief. My happiness instantly disappeared when I felt him restrain me with a cloth. He held my waist with his two hands this time before driving into me again.

"Mmmm. Mmmm." I wept, turning my body to see if I could get away from him, but his two hands held unto tightly. They imprisoned me as he kept going in and out of me pretty fast while moaning at intervals.

Tears came running down my closed eyes helplessly. I soon came to be tired from crying and striving with him –This is sexual assault.

I stayed in one position as he continued eradicating me. I can't even help myself, my hands are already tied up, and no one can help me. He is the boss around here. No one can stop him from doing whatever he wants.

After riding into me for a while, I felt a hot liquid running deep into me, going all the way to my belly. I heard him sigh as he finally left me. I thought he untied my hands.

"Unlock the door and get out." He ordered.

I finally opened my eyes at his command. Everywhere looks so blurry, so dark. Still sobbing, I got up from the bed and removed the cloth from my mouth. I looked down at my thigh to see blood all over. The bedsheet was also stained with my blood.

Seeing blood rushing out of my private part made me more scared. I'm not on my period, and he has wounded me with his violent thrust.

I came down from the bed and gave rise to move to get my cloth, but tiredly, I fell on the floor. It hurts...my thigh hurts. I don't think I can walk. I feel so sour down there.

I looked around the room but didn't find him anywhere; he must have entered the bathroom to clean himself up. I must leave before he comes back. I can't stay here and wait for him to go and repeat what he just did. I don't care if he is impressive. He is an animal. I hate him for what he just did to me. I hate him.

Slowly, I went to my ruined gown on the floor and managed to put it on the way it was. -I need to leave this hellish room. I need to go. Dragging my legs, I took the keys. I went to the door and unlocked it before leaving.

This man, I don't even know him, he doesn't know me, yet he sexually assaulted me?