The Mafia Lord's Pet

MAEVE HAWTHORN.

Staring at the paycheck I gripped so tightly with shaky hands, I let out a heavy sigh because I knew that just like every other paycheck before this one, I was going to be sacrificing it to pay off my father's debt.

His death wasn't so sudden considering how he's been sick for months but I was just too wimpy to pull the plug on him despite how terrible he's been to me until his death a week ago.

My world felt like it had crumbled down to my feet when along with the medical debt, I found out that my father was owing some other loan sharks and in order for them to not kill me, I had to take up extra jobs most of which had lesser pay just so I could meet up with the payments.

'Is this really how you're going to live your life, Maeve?' I asked myself as I rested my back against the wall, waiting for the heavy downpour to stop.

Tears welled up in my eyes but crying over something I can't control is a luxury I didn't have. Even after losing my father, I had no time to cry over him like other daughters would, I had no time to grieve because of everything he had left me with.

I checked the time on my phone and realized that it was almost midnight and I had to be at the club where I worked as a bartender in two hours.

I had no roof over my head, my landlord had sent me out of the house and thanks to my best friend and boyfriend, Theodore, things haven't been so overwhelming.

Both of them were my rainbow on a gloomy day and thanks to them, I'm able to go through each day without any suicidal thoughts. I texted my boyfriend for the fifth time tonight and just like the last four times, there was no reply.

My best friend, Scarlett, was at her job and wouldn't be able to pick me up. Her house was farther too and having no other choice, I ran under the rain as fast as my legs could carry me.

Theo has been busy too lately so I wasn't mad at him for not replying when I needed him to. In the absence of cabs, I ran to his apartment which was the closest and buzzed myself in as usual.

My muscles felt sore and I shivered as I made my way to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee when something caught my eyes.

Stopping in my tracks, I saw Theo's shoes in different places and not just that, there were two jackets, one feminine and another masculine, there was a bag too.

Did his sister come visiting?

Making my way up the stairs, a sixth sense kept telling me that something was wrong. I could feel it deep within me with each foot I put in front of the other but I shook the thoughts off.

The sound of a feminine moan halted my steps for a moment and my eyes widened as I continued walking and with each step I took closer to his room, the sound got louder.

I felt weak as I got closer and the voice became clearer, I didn't want to continue walking, I wanted to turn back and leave. Anger knotted inside me but my legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they kept urging me forward.

"You're being such a good girl for daddy," Theodore's voice got to me and I froze, I couldn't believe it. I'm not naive, with the sounds, I already had an idea what was going on.

"Pounce on that dick, who's daddy's baby girl?" He asked and my shock quickly yielded to fury as I walked even faster.

"I'm daddy's baby girl," the feminine voice responded to his earlier question, "Harder, daddy, please. I want you to tear this pussy up." She added and I was disgusted.

My fist clenched in anger as my teeth gritted and my heart pounded like a drumbeat. Now would've been the right time to turn around and leave but I couldn't, I was in too much denial to turn on my heels.

Theodore would never. He would never do this to me.

"Your pussy is so tight," Theo groaned and my heart stopped, I could also hear the creaking noise of the bed, "and so fucking warm, I think I'm gonna cum." He added just as I got to his room.

"Cum inside me, I want you to fill me up." The girl responded, her head thrown back with her eyes closed as she pounced on Theodore's cock like her life depended on it.

Theodore groaned again and I just couldn't believe the sight in front of me as I watched both of them get engulfed in the waves of ecstasy they were both wrapped in and my nostrils flared.

Shock and misery rocked me as I stood in front of the half-open door as my boyfriend held a strange, blonde woman's waist while she took control of him.

She rode his cock with desperation and like nothing was wrong with what they were doing, they switched positions with Theo taking control this time, ramming into her cunt hard and desperately.

My chest tightened, I felt pain rock me until my vision became blurry as a slight sob escaped my parted lips and my eyes burnt with tears as I watched them enjoy themselves.

Biting my lower lip until it pulsated like my own heartbeat, I clutched my stomach as hot tears trickled down my cheeks.

I wanted to say something, I wanted to stop them but my vocal cords betrayed me and I could barely let a single word out.

None of them noticed me.

My hands fell to my side, my throat ached and my vision blurred and darkened with the pain of seeing my boyfriend having sex with another woman.

My teeth rattled and my body shivered as I stood there like a lifeless doll staring at the both of them until they both came down from the orgasm that had gripped them and it wasn't until then that they noticed me.

"Weren't you ever taught to knock!" Theodore barked, his voice jolting me out of the haze I was in and with my teary eyes and blurred vision, I lifted my gaze as he got out of the bed all sweaty and stark naked while the girl remained on the bed.

My mouth was like an extremely old paper, dry and dusty as my lips trembled. My heart ached and I wanted to say something but only my mouth opened, there was no word. I looked into his eyes and there was no single hint of remorse in those dark eyes.

"H- How could you? Why?" I managed to force out but instead of a response all I got was a really loud laughter and a contemptuous look from my boyfriend.

"Why? Because you're nothing but a boring, ugly hag," he spat without hesitation, "did you really think I was in love with you?" He questioned and I felt my knees getting weaker.

"I was never, I could never love you even in a million years, Maeve, you're not just ugly, you're also very fucking boring in bed and I can't live the rest of my life like that."

"My keys," he continued, laying out his palm, my hand shook, there are tons of things I wanted to do to him right now. I wanted to pick up the vase by his bedside and bash it into his head.

"And after handing them over, I want you out of my apartment and my life, as you can see, I'm better off without someone like you leeching off of me!" He hissed.

Leech off? How could he say that? I barely even ask him for things.

Rage flowed through me like Lava and my teeth gritted, "I've been waiting for this moment but I thought you deserved another chance," I lied through my teeth as I laughed.

"It's over between us, Theodore!" I yelled, throwing his keys at his face and without as little as a second thought, I scurried off.

Rushing downstairs, I grabbed my bag and ran out of the apartment without minding the heavy downpour of water from the sky and my eyes.

My breathing got shorter, my chest heaved and my heart was in my throat as I ran without looking back. I had no idea how far I'd gone under the rain, my clothes were drenched and I finally stopped to catch my breath.

My eyes bordered with tears that I hadn't let drop even when my father had died, I felt the betrayal deep in my heart, tearing into every fibre of my being as I hiccuped.

Just how pathetic am I to think that Theo really loved me?

I should've known, I saw the sign but I was too blinded by the crazy love I had for him to want to find any fault in his actions.

Lost in my own thoughts, I continued walking with no idea where I was going until I bumped into something that caused me to slip. My eyes shut tightly as I waited for the moment I was going to hit the ground but that moment never came.

My eyes opened slowly and right in front of me, just a few inches away from my face were the most beautiful pair of green eyes peering into mine.

My breath caught in my throat as I took a whiff of his cologne and at that moment, my pussy throbbed so hard that I could feel the wetness of my underwear.

His hand was rough, hard and it gave me a weird sense of protection, his firm mouth curled and his green eyes moved as he helped me back to my feet. I could feel my heart racing as I stared at him, he was also wet from the rain.

"Are you okay? Did you sprain your ankle?" He asked, his voice so deep that I felt chills running down my spine.

"N- No- I- I'm fine." I stuttered, fumbling my words as I stared up at him, trying to make out his face but only his green eyes, beards and his mouth were all I managed to see under the moonlit sky.

Colliding with his powerful body had put a halt to not just my thoughts but the hurt I was feeling right before I bumped into him. He had totally captured my attention and-

"You should take a picture, that would last longer." His voice pulled me out of my trance as he smiled at me before disappearing into the darkness. I didn't even get to apologize to him.

Speechless and totally embarrassed for letting myself fantasize about another man when I'd just gotten hurt by seeing my boyfriend fucking another woman, I turned to continue my walk.

As I walked down the lonely road, I felt a large palm on my shoulder, pulling me really hard before covering my nose with a handkerchief.

My head suddenly felt light, I couldn't make sense of what was going on before my eyes suddenly began giving up on me and everything became dark and silent.

What just happened?

MAEVE HAWTHORN

My eyes fluttered open and fear gripped me as I looked at the dark, unfamiliar room that I was in. My head still hurt and even my eyes were finding it difficult to adjust to the darkness.

'What's going on? What am I doing here?' The questions roamed free in my head as I tried to make sense of what was going on and how I'd found myself here.

My eyes widened at the realization, I remembered walking down the street and feeling someone behind me, I remembered they had a handkerchief over my nose.

I've been kidnapped.

My chest tightened and chills ran up my spine as I tried so desperately to swallow the bile that had formed at the back of my throat. Goosebumps filled my skin as I tried to work out an escape route in the unfamiliar room I was in.

I tried to move and that was when I realized that I wasn't tied up, I tried to look for my phone but realizing that the kidnappers couldn't possibly be stupid enough to lock me in a room with my phone, I gave up my search for it.

Crawling around the dark room in search of a door, I wanted to leave and fear knotted within me as I tried but just when I'd thought I'd made a breakthrough, the lights came on and I was met with heavily built men.

"Whatever you're trying to do, I suggest you give it up!" One of the men said, he looked fearful and no matter how hard I looked, I knew I'd never seen him before.

"Now come on, we can't keep the Don waiting because of something as flimsy as yourself." The other spat and overpowering the fear I felt was a ferocious anger and just before I could blink, he had picked me up and thrown me on his shoulder like I weighed a feather.

"W- What are you doing? LET ME GO YOU SICK BASTARD!" I yelled in anger, kicking my legs in the air as I hit the man carrying me on his shoulder as hard as I could but my blows seemed to have no effect on me.

"Who are you and what do you want from me!" I continued shouting even though they'd outrightly ignored me, "whatever you want, you're not going to get! I'm worth nothing." I added as if that was supposed to make them let go of me.

"We know that already." The second man replied, his voice cold and rough and despite the fight I'd tried to put up, I was no match for them.

Finally getting to a door, the one carrying me on his shoulder kicked it open and behind the door was the most spacious room I've ever seen in my life without a bed in it.

He dropped me on the floor and a loud ringing resonated in my head, causing me to wince as I hit my ass on the ground.

"Be a doll and wait for the don to join you." They said in unison before walking out of the room and closing the door behind them.

The don? It's the second time they've mentioned him. What business does the don want with me?

Something about everything happening felt off, icy fear twisted in my heart and I began to shiver, my teeth clattering as fearful images built in my mind.

Nothing good ever comes out of meeting with a don and from the things that had happened before now, I knew I was meeting with a mafia don.

I felt a disturbing quake in my heart as I stood to my feet and it wasn't until then that I realized my clothes had changed. I was now wearing a really skimpy dress that had no straps at all.

My boobs were all squished together and I felt like they were going to fall out of the dress. Heat rushed to my cheeks and spread to my ears as I pulled the dress up but doing that only revealed my panties.

"I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE BUT IF YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DID THIS, SHOW YOURSELF, YOU SICK PERVERT!" I shouted, anger coursing through my being.

"Stop being a fucking coward and just show your nasty-"

"You really are loud," a chilled familiar voice caused my shouting to get stuck in my throat as I lifted my gaze to see the owner of the voice walking into the room.

My jaw dropped as a flicker of apprehension swept through me. My whole world came to a total halt, my heart jumping in my chest and it's probably in my head but he looked like he was walking in slow motion.

My stomach churned with anxiety and fear as he came closer to me, the silence in the room lengthened, it was deafening and the tension between us increased with frightening intensity.

Both hands were in his pocket, his massive shoulders filled the coat he wore and the muscles rippling under his see-through shirt quickened my pulse.

His movement was full of grace and virility, he had a commanding air of respect around him and I have never felt an aura as intense as this one in all my twenty three years of living.

His compelling green eyes looked darker now that he's closer and also strangely familiar, his lips parted a little, revealing a perfect set of white teeth and the shadow of his beard made him even more irresistible.

He held his head high with pride, his shiny dark hair was pulled up in a ponytail that did not only fit him perfectly, they somehow made him look dangerous as they revealed the tattoo on his neck.

Pulling his jacket off, I was able to see more of his tattoos, his scars and also, his muscles that immediately made me thirsty as I gulped down hard on my saliva.

He stood really tall and easily towered over the two men that were standing on both sides of him. He made them look like dwarves and as he stopped in front of me, my eyes widened.

I'm standing right before Enzo De-Luca!

I've seen his face many times in the papers, he doesn't only run a cartel, he's the most dangerous man in the city! This man trampled on one country in just two days, ruining and turning them all to nothing.

My heartbeat picked up at the realization and if only seeing him in the newspaper was all, I would've been less embarrassed but I remember it all too well now.

He's the same man I'd bumped into last night when I was leaving my boyfriend's house all teary and lost in my own thoughts!

"Y- You-" I stuttered, fumbling my words as my heart thrummed loudly in my ears, "you're the man from-"

"Maeve Hawthorn, right?" He cut my word short, the way his lips moved was too arousing and despite the fact that it wasn't the right moment, they called out to me.

Maeve Hawthorn. I've never thought my name sounded so sexy until now. Until he just called it.

My heart jolted and there was a tingling in my stomach that caused me to swallow again as I tried to throttle the dizzying current racing through him.

I could feel him staring at me with a smirk playing on his face and I could also see the heart rending fondness of his gaze that he suppressed almost immediately.

What are you doing, Maeve?! Snap out of it, this man is a mafia don!

"Wha- what do you want from me?" I struggled to ask and the room grew even more silence as his eyes bore into mine until I could no longer find it in me to maintain eye-contact.

"Your father owes me some money," he deadpanned, nothing but seriousness coming from his voice as he spoke, "and he's been owing me for months now, promising to pay up." He paused for a moment.

"And since he's dead and won't be able to pay back what he owes, you'll have to be the one to pay the debt, Maeve." He finished, the way my name rolled off his tongue so easily sent sparks of desire through my being.

Hurriedly snapping out of whatever lust was holding me captive, I knew I couldn't get out of paying the debt. My father had done lots of terrible things before his death and putting me knee deep in debt was one of them but I never expected him to owe the great Enzo De-Luca.

The man is so terrifying that people actually die just from being in the same space as him and yet, my father had gone ahead to borrow money from him.

"I don't know how much he owes but I promise I'll pay it off if you could just give me a little more-"

"Time? Yeah, your father asked for more time, I had no idea he was asking for an eternity," he chimed in before I could finish what I wanted to say.

"Who's to say you're not going to do the same?" He added and my jaw dropped as my eyes opened widely. Molten anger rolled through me as I stared at him with that stupid smirk plastered on his face.

What is he implying? That I'll take my life because of some unpaid debt?!

"Your father owes three million dollars." He continued and the anger I was feeling just a while ago was replaced with shock.

I merely stared, my tongue tied as I stood there, blank and shaken. All the debts I've been working my ass off to pay didn't even sum up to a million dollars and there's this man that my father owes three whole million dollars.

"I- I didn't- I'm going to-" I stuttered, unsure what to say, I wanted to assure him that I was going to pay him back but I knew I couldn't do that even if I worked really hard for five years, there's no way I'll be able to pay off three million dollar debt plus other debts that I have to pay off.

"I don't trust you to walk around freely seeing how things turned out with your father," he decided to break the ice by talking, "so, whatever happens from now on will have to happen on my terms." He added and I nodded in understanding.

"What do you want me to do now seeing as I have no money to pay you back right now, I intend to work for it and we can come up with a payment plan." I suggested it as if a man like Enzo De-Luca was open to suggestions.

"That's not going to happen."

"Then what do you want from me?!" I snapped before I could get a hold of myself.

"My money," his answer was cold and straightforward, "but you'll have to work for it directly under me."

MAEVE HAWTHORN.

My legs shook, standing before the devil wasn't only threatening to break me, I felt like all of my insides were getting pulled out. The air felt thinner and I felt my stomach churn.

Work for it? Under him?

"W- What do you mean?" I stuttered, my gaze lifting but I was too weak to maintain eye contact with him because even though I hated to admit it, I couldn't deny it.

The more I stared into his dark, green eyes, the weaker I felt and the more I wanted him.

The sound of Enzo's heavy footsteps filled the air and I swallowed. I could feel the heat coming from him when he finally stopped in front of me, making it difficult for me to concentrate on anything other than his smell.

He had a masculine smell of moss and pine and all of my thoughts came to an abrupt halt when he fingered a loose tendril of hair on my cheek, his fingers slightly grazing me.

His fingers then trailed down my temple and my breath hitched, my heart was racing like crazy no matter how hard I tried to get it under control and it wasn't until I felt his under go right into the cloth I was wearing that I jolted back to my senses.

I withdrew myself as quickly as I could and tried to turn away but I failed at that point because I was stopped by the iron grip on my wrist.

"You're not trying to run away, are you?" He questioned, his green eyes peering into mine. How do I answer that question without sounding like a total coward?

Because, yes, I was trying to run away from him. From the effect he was starting to have on me.

His hand around my wrist was firm, strong and protective and I hated that I wanted him to keep holding me but he let go as he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

One of the men that had followed him into the room handed him a brown paper that Enzo opened, revealing a white one before handing it over to me.

"Your father signed that and I'll spare you the trouble of reading it but it states that if he doesn't pay back because of any unforeseen circumstances, then I'm allowed to use his daughter, Maeve Hawthorn, however I want." He finished.

It was almost as though he knew what hearing my name roll out his tongue does to me but I had no time to concentrate on my pulsating pussy or the wetness between my legs.

I couldn't believe my father would sign something like this without telling me about it. My eyes were wide, hatred for my father filling the pit of my stomach as my eyes landed on his signatures.

My father had always been rotten, he was the worst father ever and sometimes, while he was still alive, I stayed up all night thinking about what I could've done to God for him to give me a father like him.

I still ponder on that even after his death because unlike every other father, he left me with no inheritance and mountain heap of debt to pay and another thing I'm just knowing, he had sold me off to the devil himself, Enzo De-Luca, without as little as telling me about it.

"I don't care what's in that paper," I said through gritted teeth as I slammed it on his face. His men began to move but a raise of his finger stopped them.

My heart was in my throat but I couldn't possibly let him see that I was scared.

No one has ever defied Enzo De-Luca and lived to tell the tale.

"And I also don't care who you are but I AM NOT staying here with you!" I affirmed firmly while his lips curved in a smile as his eyes trailed paths along my body.

"I'd rather die than reduce myself to a slut for money, especially a slut for someone like you!" I finished, my chest heaving with each breath I took and instead of a response, all I got was a laugh.

His eyes were closed as he leaned closer into me, I tried to move but with his huge body towering over my small one, there was nowhere for me to go.

Leaning closer, Enzo pulled my flimsy dress down, causing it to fall to my legs and I was standing naked in front of the man I'd told that I'd rather die than be with.

Two loud blasts of gunshots made me jump and my heart thumped, I looked around and my jaw dropped when I saw his men lying on the floor in their own pool of blood.

"WHAT ARE-"

"They were staring at you," he responded before I could ask my question, icy fear gripped me and I felt the tip of my ear getting cold as sweat broke out my forehead.

"You don't have a choice, Maeve," he continued and instead of his fingers now, his gun was what was trailing down my body, the cold metal pressing into my body.

"Unless you want to end up like your father." He finished before pressing the gun between my legs, grazing my cunt with it and I hated myself for enjoying how good it felt.

"I- I would prefer that!" I forced out and Enzo immediately stopped the assault between my legs, causing me to heave out a sigh of relief.

Examining the gun he was holding, Enzo laughed as he placed one finger under my chin so that I would keep eye contact and while my gaze was fixed on him, he licked off the liquid.

He's sick! He's really a sick bastard!

"You say that but your body is saying something entirely different from what's coming out of your mouth." He pointed out as if I didn't know that already.

I couldn't deny the fact that I felt an unusual pull to him, I tried to suck it up on the fact that he's an attractive man but it was beyond that.

Shaking the thought out of my head, I tried to focus but doing that was more difficult than anything I've had to do in my entire life.

I wanted to touch the scar on his neck, I wanted to run my fingers through his long hair and I also wanted to explore every inch of his body while listening to him talk to me about how he got all of his scars and tattoos.

'Focus, Maeve! Focus!' I tried to do that but his appearance, the fact that he was this close to me was disturbing to me in every way.

He radiated a vitality that drew me in like a magnet and my body ached for more and more of his touch that I couldn't help but dream of being crushed within his embrace.

His breath was hot against my cheek and ear, his stubble tickling my cheek as he breathed into my ear before saying with conviction.

"I don't know why you fight it, Maeve, when we both know that you're eventually going to submit to me." His voice was low and there was a maddening hint of arrogance about him that only made me weak against him.

I was supposed to get mad, I wanted to get mad and pull away from him but all I could do was let out a breathy moan that made him feel as though he's won this game we were playing.

Pulling an inch away from me, Enzo whistled and the door opened almost immediately. Revealing a woman probably four to five years older than I am.

"Scarlett Wells, you've been best friends since you both were six years old, attended the same elementary school and now going to the same college you had to drop out of because you had no means of paying the tuition."

"Dark shoulder-length hair, brown eyes, a birthmark on her left shoulder," I listened with wide eyes as the woman read my best friend's file while Enzo only stared in amazement.

"Since your death won't pay the Capo and you're probably suicidal enough to be waiting for your own death, then maybe Scarlett Wells will do, we won't kill her, just some limbs here and there and-"

"HOW DARE YOU!" I barked, not caring about the fact that I was naked as I tried to pounce on the woman who was swifter than I was.

She moved like there was spring in her legs and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor with my chest pressed into the ground as she sat on my back.

The sound of Enzo's laughter reverberated through the room and my stomach tightened, anger and hatred knotted deep within me as I looked up to see him enjoy himself.

I know now why they call him a devil.

"What are you going to do now, Maeve? Because trust me, Yvette here is going to pluck out everything on your best friend's body until there's nothing left." Enzo explained and I felt my skin crawl.

"You can either be my pet slut or you lose the only person you probably care about now because your boyfriend is a total jerk," he continued like he had the right to call anyone a jerk.

"What is it going to be, Maeve Hawthorn?" He finished, throwing the question at me as if putting me in a situation where I have to choose between having no control over what to do with my own body and my best friend was like a walk in a park.

My chest tightened as the memories of Scarlett and I filled my mind, we did everything together and even right now, she has no idea I'm here.

I know Scarlett enough to know that I could check my phone right now and see a million missed calls, she's had to deal with my dad with me, she's helped me through some tough times and if I don't agree to this right now, the devil himself would go for her.

"I'll-" I swallowed, I couldn't believe I was agreeing to something as ridiculous and condescending as this.

"I'll do it!" I rushed out, making up my mind, "I'll be your pet slut!"