The Mafia's Pet: Pawn Of The Ruthless

Prologue

EVANGELINA

"Mom!" I screamed as I went down on my knees, holding her face in my hands.

I looked around the whole area, and there was no sign of violence, except the glass cup that had shattered on the black tiles. The entire house was silent, and I was scared that I would lose the only parent that I had in the world as a whole.

I returned to her face, which had smeared makeup around, shaking her even more, but she wouldn't bulge. She was dead, and there was no going back. It was final and absolute.

"Please, don't do this to me, Mom! This is not what you promised. Why do I have to lose you at this age? Come back to your senses!" I cried once more as my tears slid down my cheeks to her face.

"Evangelina?"

I turned brashly to my stepfather, standing in the middle of the curvy staircase with only his pajamas and a shot of whiskey in his hand.

"What do you do to her?" I cried.

He frowned as he looked at me. "What do you mean by that, Evangelina? I was in the room, so what happened to your mother? Why is she on the floor, and why are you crying like someone died?"

I scoffed as I looked away from him, turning in the direction of the glass. There was a weird-looking substance at the base of the cup, but I was too distracted to note what it was.

"Both of you are the only ones at home, and I'm just coming back from my lessons, so why do you have to act like you have no idea that mother was battling for her life? She was screaming for help!"

Antonio, my stepfather, quickly ran down the rest of the steps as he shoved me away from Mother before grabbing her lifeless body in his hands.

"This child! It would be best if you had informed me that something this serious had happened instead of talking nonsense. And for the record, I did not do anything to your mother or hear her scream. So, don't go about saying nonsense to strangers."

I staggered to my feet as he moved towards the door. "Please, let me come with you."

He turned to me, his eyes cold as he said, "You would have to stay here till I come back. Where I'm going is not where kids like you should be. Be obedient for once, Evangelina," he said quietly.

My right hand shot forward, but I could not say a word as he walked out of the double brass doors. The memory of coming to the house to see my mother struggle for her life. Her life had been sucked out of her.

With a gasp, I slipped down on the floor and cried hard. 'No, I couldn't lose my mom. She was the only one that I had in this world. I couldn't stay with Antonio either. He was not a good man!' I thought to myself.

In that same vein, I slid my hands to the left, only for a gasp to escape my lips. My eyes moved to the left, and there, I saw a snippet of blood. I had her myself, but that wasn't what got my attention. It was the same residue at the bottom of the glass cup.

I grabbed the broken glass with shaky hands, raising it to my nose to get the scent. It smelt foul. That was not normal. Was my mom poisoned?

***

It's been a week since my mother died, and I was trying to come to terms with it. It didn't help that I had informed the police about my suspicions, only for my stepfather to close up the case like it was nothing.

I sighed as I made my way to the window. I watched the blue curtains move back and forth on the wooden dresser. It would generally calm me down when I was feeling out of sorts, but this time, the hole in my chest could not be healed.

With a sigh, I touched the curtain, cooling back the tears that slid down my eyes in torrents. The sound of the door slamming against the wall caused my body to turn in the direction. Antonio stood there with a bottle of Tequila in his hands, his lips curving into a strange smile.

"Did you want something?" I asked quietly as I pulled the shirt tighter around me.

He said nothing as he swayed easily forward. I didn't know what to do as I watched. Antonio had never come to my room like this before, and now, it felt wrong. He was finally in front of my face, and his hands softly touched my hair. I pushed his hands off in fear.

"You're a beautiful sixteen-year-old, Evangelina," he said hoarsely.

"Get back!"

I tried to push him away, but he slammed me against the wall harshly. A thorough pain hit my limbs, but I did not bother to flinch. My eyes were wet as I looked at him. He was smiling as he took in my face and drank his drink. Then, he was suddenly offering it to me.

"You don't need to act so rashly," he said softly.

"Please, I'm your stepdaughter, and what you're doing is wrong. You're meant to take care of me now that momma is dead. Please, don't do this," I pleaded.

He sighed. "I'm not the devil, Evangelina. Come on, let us take our sorrows away through this bottle. Drink up," he said softly.

I pushed his hands away from me as quickly as I could, causing the bottle to smash down on the floor. Next, I tried to run away from him, but something hard hit me in the back, causing me to tumble down on the floor, my head inches away from the bed.

"You bitch! You threw my damn drink away! What do you think you are, eh? I'm going to teach you a lesson!" He cried behind.

I gasped as I tried to rise to my feet, but his hands closed around my ankles, pulling me closer to him. "No!" I cried.

Suddenly, I was tossed around, and he edged closer to me, his hands on the button of his shorts as he tried to pull it down. I tried to move, but he used his free hand to slap me across the face.

"Stay put, I want to have a virgin pussy for once," he grunted out.

Tears blurred my vision, and without overthinking, I angled my head to the side. It's not time to think but act. You can do this! Slowly, I closed my hands against the broken shard. It was the scariest thing that I could have ever done.

"Come on, raise the damn top, I want to enjoy bitch." Antonio cursed.

I closed my eyes as I raised my hands, connecting with a rigid body. A scream tore through the cold night, and it didn't belong to me. I didn't wait as I crawled out of there. I didn't also turn to look. All I knew was that I had to hide for as long as possible in this mansion.

EVANGELINA

The sound of the thunderstorm struck a chord inside of me as I shivered on the blue chair. My hands and legs were tied, and my eyes were red with unshed tears. I was so damn tired of crying and feeling so weak.

My eyes rose to the blue lamp overhead, which made it difficult to see around. I slowly tried to release my hand, but I couldn't. "Oh, God! Please help me out of this mess. Do you even exist?" I cried.

I tried to re-release my hand, but it didn't work. It felt like I was wasting my time. Why was the damn thing so tight this time? Yes, it wasn't the first time I was tossed in this situation. My stepfather had sold me to a human trafficking agency, but somehow, I had escaped. My happiness had been short-lived when I got caught by his men and sold to another ring.

My stubbornness was the only thing that kept me going, but even that was not enough. I was tossed like a pair of sandals from one agency to the next as they complained of my stubbornness. Within a week, I had gone through about ten agencies. It was a feat that even the worst of us could not achieve usually.

Now, I was stuck with Raimundo. He was a man who was rumored to be heartless and ran mafia operations. But that was not going to stop me from trying my basic tricks. They would all release me if they all got tired of me.

The sound of the door slamming against the wall ricochetted through me, coupled with quiet footsteps. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I tried hard not to show fear. My hands slowly tried to get its release, but the rope was too strong.

Raimundo moved to my line of vision, one of his hands on his waist and the other holding his cigar as he puffed smoke into the air. He smirked and spat at the foot of my legs, causing me to flinch.

The bastard was short and chubby. And, he smelt of tobacco and blood. He slowly circled me before pulling my hair back harshly. I gasped as I looked into the ugly face.

"You bitch, I was told that you've been giving a lot of people a tough time," he grunted.

Despite my fear, a cold smile curved my lips. "And you wouldn't be exempted, bastard," I cursed.

He jerked my hair down harshly, and a scream tore through my mouth. My head slowly bounced back, and I choked back on my vomit and tears, but it still leaked through.

"A bitch like you should know your place. You're not even beautiful. You're an average motherfucker, so why are you arrogant? Sluts like you should lick the shoes of the superiors and nothing more."

I couldn't say anything to that as I struggled to stop the pain that I was feeling. It was like a living thing. My eyes tried to flicker close, but I forced it open. I couldn't be taken by surprise if he tried anything at all.

Raimundo suddenly grabbed a chair and sat on it, peering at me with his beaded eyes. I glared at him to depict my hate for him, but he didn't care.

"Look, bitch," he said coldly. "I want to see if you can dance for a man. So when I release you, I want you to shake that flat waist of yours. I need to see if you're perfect or a waste of my time."

I nodded once.

"I believe you have a voice. Don't let me hit you anymore, or you will have yourself to blame," he pointed out.

I took a shaky breath and mumbled, "I have heard you, Mister."

He grunted and rose to his feet. "Close the door," he informed someone in the shadows.

I heard the door close a bit and hoped with all that I had in my soul that this time, things would go according to plan. The cold feel of the broken glass was strapped to my thighs. My flimsy skirt would make it easier to pull it out.

Raimundo was oblivious to my plots as he edged forward. He pulled out a razor and spat right on it. I tried to control my gag reflex as I looked right at him. He moved behind me, cutting off the ropes.

The ropes fell to the ground, and I was free. I waited, only for me to be pulled harshly by the hair. I staggered back, unable to find my balance once more.

"Dance," he said, turning away from me.

I moved back a bit and twisted my body as though I was dancing, only for my hands to find the glass strapped to my thigh. I didn't waste time pulling it out; it cut my skin, but it felt numb. Moving like I was on fire, I twisted back up and ran as fast as I could to Raimundo, slashing his shirt enough to draw blood at his back.

I swallowed as his hands shot back, clamping against mine like an iron. Oh, God! I tried to pull my hand away, but it was useless. The glass slipped from my hand the moment he turned to face me.

Raimundo looked like he was the demon himself. "You're dead, bitch," he said coldly.

"I..."

Using his free hand, he gave me a backhand slap, and my cheeks pulled to the side in shock. I was seeing sparks, but then, I was hit once more. I didn't know when my knees hit the floor, brushing against the glass.

I turned around, my hands shakily coming together in front of my blurry vision. "I'm sorry," I breathed out.

He growled in rage, spitting curses as he kicked me on the breast. I slid harshly down the floor. I raised my fingers, trying to use them as claws to defend myself, but it was becoming more challenging to do so at this point.

"Oh, Lord," I cried.

I felt his hands pull me by the ankles, and I struggled for him to release me, but he slammed it against the floor, causing a scream to tear out of my mouth. Raimundo tore my skirt with one hand, and his face came in vision.

"Evangelina, from today, you would be the whore of my ventures, and I would be the one to circumcise. No one does crap and gets away with it," he spat out before spitting on my face.

Next, he grabbed me by the waist, and I felt something hard slam inside of me. My eyes widened in shock, and when I tried to claw at him, he grabbed both of my hands, pinning them behind me. Pain shot through my body as I was defiled.

"No," I whispered.

His cold laughter rang up like a curse. He used his other hand to hit me on the breasts and face. I tried to make him stop, but he would not.

After 5 minutes of being violated, he rose to his feet. My hazy vision caught him zipping up his pants as he left the room. I touched my chest as I tried hard to control my pain, but it was so difficult to do so.

My body shook in sobs as I pulled my legs tight, which hurt like hell. "It's all over," I whispered over and over again.

There was no hope.

"Mom, Dad, I tried to fight, but I can't anymore," I said as I cried.

EVANGELINA

"We are here," the driver said quickly.

I smirked as I slid my mirror out of the mini purse that I was holding. My reflection was perfect, and I couldn't help a smile that touched my face. The idiot that I had come to meet would surely swoon when he laid his eyes on me.

"Should I wait?"

"No," I said.

With that, I slid open the car door and walked sensuously to the hotel reception. This was one of the closest hotels in Spain, and I knew I would quickly get things done here without any drama.

I flipped my hair behind my back when I entered the hall, teeming with people. Turning towards the left, I caught the eye of one of the warders. He mouthed room 108, and I gave a soft nod.

The men in the lobby could not stop looking at me as I walked through, and I ensured I gave them a show. It was not hard to see why they swooned. I was wearing a red outfit that was hooked to the side of my body with ropes, and it didn't help that it was so short. They wanted to undress me, but they could not imagine the horror that lay in doing so.

After about 10 minutes, I was finally in front of the room. "I'm coming in," I said simply as I turned the knob.

There was no one around, which amused me. I calmly went to the bed and waited for the idiot to arrive. I didn't need to wait too long because he came with a towel on his waist.

"Mamacita," he said as a form of greeting.

I smirked. "Inació told me you would need my services," I said quickly.

The potbellied idiot had the decency to smile like he had just won a jackpot. Gosh! He even stunk like the devil!

"Then, we don't need to talk too much. I'm clean, and I want to fuck now," he said quickly.

I caressed my throat lightly and watched his eyes follow my every move. The bastard was enjoying this. He moved over to me, and when he was right in front of him, I leaned closer to him.

His hands groped my hair, and he slowly placed his hands on his robe. I knew what was coming next, and I had to be fast to succeed. Just as he was about to loosen his robe, I stepped on his foot hard. Then, I rose to my feet, kicking him right on his private parts.

"That's what you get for trying to sleep with an underage girl. Fucking lowlife," I cursed as I grabbed my purse before fleeing the room.

It felt so nice to do that, and I don't think I would ever stop. It was the only way that I knew how to survive, and I would keep using it till I couldn't do it anymore. It's been a year of this complete madness under Raimundo, but he didn't know I was the weapon that was fashioned against him.

My fingers slowly pulled my hair to the side, and I chuckled even harder. "No one can fucking kill my spirit!"

***

"Where is this fucking bitch?"

I pulled the pillow over my ears, pretending to be asleep. Inació was going to kill me if he got wind that I had not done what he wanted me to do. I had to be brave, but my heart was beating so hard that I thought I might not be able to breathe.

"Have you gone deaf, Evangelina? This bitch thinks she is smart or something!" He screamed.

The door slammed against the wall, and I shot out of bed in fright. Inació stood tall in my room with tobacco in his mouth. I gulped as my fingers curled around the bedsheet.

"You heard me all this time?"

I swallowed hard. "No, Inació," I lied smoothly and then yawned. "I was tired, and I thought that it would be nice to get some rest, you know."

"Tired?"

"Yes," I managed.

He barked out a laugh as he moved over to my bed. His five feet nine inches was towering over me. "You were tired, right?" He taunted. I shrugged. "I see. But you weren't too tired to piss off my clients!"

"How do you mean?"

"Shut up!" He thundered.

I bit my lips as I watched him move to and fro like a caged animal. Suddenly, he was in front of me, and he took out the tobacco coldly, pointing it at me. "Look, I don't want Raimundo to be involved in this, so let's be honest with each other. Evangelina, what did you do to Mr Rami?" He asked stiffly.

My heart thundered in my chest as I looked at him. I had no idea what to say. But, the truth was going to be far from it. If I told my ordinary lies, he may catch my folly at once.

"I'm asking you a question!" He snapped.

I slid my bed hair away from my face. "I fucked him. He wanted it in the ass, and I let him have it. What else would I do to him?" I lied through my teeth as I smirked.

Before I could blink, Inació had his hands over my right hand, and he was dragging me out of the bed. I tried to stop him, but I couldn't. It didn't help that I was barefoot and almost half-naked. In my bid to pretend to be tired from the sex, I had not changed into comfy clothes at all.

"Wait," I pleaded.

He ignored me as he dragged me along. There were a handful of other enslaved people looking at us, and they shivered lightly at how I was being treated. They all knew in their hearts that I was in a huge mess.

Oh, God!

How do I convince him? Inació finally took me out of the house and pushed me down on the tiles. My knees peeled at once, but I didn't dare to relieve the pain.

He paced before me and then walked over to me, pushing his dark hair away from his eyes. "Look, you have to show me how you take men in the mouth."

"Huh?

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and used his other hand on his zipper. My eyes went wild in shock. Did he want to fuck my mouth?

No!

He pulled me harshly towards it, and I stared at his enormous dick that pulsed through his pants. It was at that moment that I lost control of my calm and struck him on the dick, causing him to tumble over in pain.

"You fucking bitch!" He growled.

Just as I was about to get up and run, he smacked me right on the face, and I fell right down on the floor.

"This is what you do? You hit men on the dick and run? You ruin our fucking business!" He screamed like a maniac as he pulled the belt from his shorts to wipe me.

I turned my face to the ground, but the lashes never touched my skin. That was when I turned slowly and noted that a hand-held Inació's. Was this person crazy? He slowly approached the fore, and I stared at the most handsome man alive.

"Master?" Inació said in reverence.

Did he know this man?

The man let him go, and I noted that he was pure leather, and his eyes were as blue as the skies. Slowly, he made his way to me. I mentally willed my limbs to move, but they were transfixed.

He calmly squatted in front of me. His eyes searched my face before he touched my skin quickly, muttering, "Bella."