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  He ran his hands down my thighs while I continued dry-humping him like a total slut, and I didn't realize he was sliding down my stockings until it was too late. The pills I'd been saving tumbled out of their hiding spot and onto the carpet. Don Francesco shoved me to the floor unceremoniously, leaning down to pick up and examine the pills.

  He whirled around to face me, and I cowered before him. Judging by the harsh expression that had formed on that ugly face of his, I was in big trouble. He knew what they were.

  "Who sent you?" He snapped.

  "The...the agency- the escort agency-" I blabbered like an idiot.

  "Shut the fuck up. It was Anders, wasn't it? I'm through with him sending me his used up fucktoys, trying to get information outta me. I'm gonna fucking show him what I do to sluts like you."

  I seized up - I couldn't move.

  Chapter 10

  Don Francesco loomed over me. My mission had gone sour in a matter of minutes, and now I was being held captive - the drugs I had planned to use against him were in his palm, and I watched in horror as he crushed them up in his fist, flinging the powder to the floor. He stomped over to the glass table on which I'd left my purse, and began to rifle through it.

  He took out the gun and slid it into his own pocket, and then he opened the phone.

  "Only one contact - Anders. How typical." He scoffed, a hint of laughter in his voice. I was terrified, the blood utterly drained from my face. Don Francesco turned to face me, and it was clear that whatever he was planning next wouldn't end well for me. I looked into his eyes, shocked to find no remorse or mercy within them - I was going to die, I was certain of it.

  It was a shame - I began to mentally say my goodbyes to Anders before I remembered what Don Francesco had told me not two minutes ago - that Anders made a habit of sending him used up fucktoys. I was no one special - he'd been a liar this whole time. I was, as I'd always thought in the back of my mind, a pawn in his sick, sick game.

  "Stand up, Isabella."

  "How did you-"

  "There's a text in that phone - 'good luck, Isabella'. Cheesy, huh? Why don't we have some fun with Anders, what do you say?" He tittered, obviously enjoying himself more than would seem rational - the tent in his trousers was making me more uncomfortable by the minute, particularly when the situation no longer seemed at all sexual.

  "What do you mean-"

  The words were barely out of my mouth before I was yanked up roughly off the floor by Don Francesco. His hand was like a vice around my wrist, and he showed no mercy as he pocketed my phone and forcibly dragged me out of the room. The hallway showed a surprising lack of assistance, and though I knew it wouldn't help, I began to scream.

  I screamed until my throat was hoarse - I screamed out Anders's name over and over, hoping that somewhere, somehow, he'd hear me cry out and come rescue me. It was no use, though - I was just another fucktoy to fail a mission. He'd probably find someone to replace me within twenty-four hours.

  "Shut the fuck up-" Don Francesco barked, clamping his hand over my mouth as he pulled me into the elevator. He shoved me into the corner, and I was too timid to fight back. I was shaking from head to toe, overwhelmed by fear. I couldn't do this, I realized - tears were streaming down my face as I watched him press the button marked with only a 'B'.

  "Kill me- just, please- kill me-" I pleaded, terrified of what he might be planning. "Don't drag it out, I'm begging you-"

  "Not a chance in hell, Isabella. We're gonna have a little fun." He sneered, obviously unaffected by my tears. The elevator lurched, and for a moment, I thought that I might throw up. I trembled in the corner, Don Franceso more occupied with the phone for the time being. He was typing a message in - likely gloating to Anders.

  I should've taken Viktor up on his offer to get me out of this mess once and for all, but of course, I was drawn in by the temptation of riches and sex. I'd never felt so stupid in my entire life, and my entire body felt weak. The elevator grunted mechanically as it slowed to a stop, and that vice-like hand was around my wrist once more.

  The 'B' on that button evidently stood for basement, a fact I should've guessed immediately. The basement of Don Francesco's building was dark and damp, with several cars inhabiting it. He yanked me out of the elevator and let go of my wrist without a warning, causing me to fall down onto the unforgiving concrete.

  I could practically feel the bruises blooming on my skin as I winced, trying to gather the strength and bravery to stand up again. I managed to sit upright, tears streaming down my cheeks, though the sobs had stopped. I brought a hand to my face, dabbing my fingers against my cheek experimentally, and pulled them away. I was correct in my assumptions - my fingers were stained dark with mascara and eyeshadow. My makeup was utterly ruined.

  It was a trivial thing to get upset over, but in my current situation, it was an easy thing to focus on.

  "Alright. Come on, Isabella. We're gonna go somewhere fun-" Don Francesco urged, his voice sing-song in the most unfriendly way. I stood up weakly, my knees buckling as I surveyed the basement - there were no exits, save for a garage door that I assumed led outside of the building. Before I could formulate an escape plan, however, I was yanked towards one of the many cars.

  I couldn't struggle - I was too afraid.

  My body had gone limp under the stress of the situation, and so I was easily shoved into the backseat of a car with darkened windows. I lay wordlessly across the leather seats, salty tears spilling down my cheeks and taking my makeup with them. I bit my lip to remain silent, and my shallow breaths echoed throughout the car.

  I shut my eyes - there was the slamming of car doors, the whirring of a smooth engine, and a chuckle from the driver's seat. I was in deep, deep trouble, and of course, Anders wasn't going to come save a fucktoy. It was hopeless - I was going to die, and I had to accept that. I wanted to at least die with a little bit of dignity.

  There was the telltale metallic clattering of a garage door opening, though it was too dark outside for me to have been able to tell the difference between the basement and the outside world through closed eyelids.

  "We're just gonna...show Anders what happens when he fucks with men more powerful than him. Sorry about this, Isabella - I'm sure it was never your intention to follow his orders."

  He cranked up some music - loud, bland pop music that seemed entirely too normal for the situation I was currently in. I latched onto it inexplicably, mouthing the familiar words as I curled up in the backseat, waiting for my inevitable demise. The songs were calming, and we got through about five of them (some of which Don Francesco sang along to) before the car jolted to a stop.

  I was startled out of my stupor, and sat up without having to be told to. Don Francesco exited the car and made his way over to the door to my left. Upon opening my eyes, I realized that we were, quite literally, in the middle of nowhere. The car was parked inside of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, and I knew that even if I screamed, no one would find me in here.

  "Please-" I begged uselessly as Don Francesco opened the door and yanked me out.

  "Sorry, but this is bigger than you, Isabella. I can't spare the life of a fucktoy if it means getting back at Anders." He snarled. In his hands lay a length of rope. Pressing my front up against the side of the car, he yanked my wrists back and tied them together firmly. My eyes shot open - there was truly no escape for me now. A swatch of fabric was tied around my head, over my eyes, and I was forced into blindness.

  "Shame I'm going to have to kill someone so beautiful-" Don Francesco sighed solemnly. "Really, had you not been affiliated with someone so dreadful, I might've kept you as my own-" He mused, snaking an arm around my waist and leading me forward. I stumbled along, my legs wobbling uncertainly, my heels providing no help whatsoever.

  "I've been in contact with Anders for the past twenty minutes-" My captor remarked, shoving me up against a wall. "I'm just going to send him a nice little image-" There was a brief flash of light - bright enough that I
could perceive it from behind my blindfold - and a shutter noise. Having Anders see me like this, having him see me so helpless in my last moments...it was more than I could bear. I began to sob again.

  "Shut up-" Don Francesco growled, grabbing the back of my head and knocking it harshly against the concrete wall in front of me. I yelped in pain and tried my very best to choke back my sobs. Before I had time to react, I felt hands on my hips - my skirt was slid up, exposing my ass to him. I didn't want this.

  I was going to be raped - the thought hit me like a ton of bricks. Don Francesco ripped my lacy panties off without a warning, and I gasped.

  "It'd be a waste not to have you at least once before I have to kill you-" He whispered, breath hot against my ear.

  I cursed Anders - this was all his fault. Had I taken Viktor up on his offer, I would be safe right now. Had I not witnessed the murder that fateful night, I wouldn't be in this mess. Had I not fallen for Anders, I might've died painlessly. I began to cry again, my tears soaking my blindfold. Nails were digging into the plump flesh of my ass, and I knew I was about the die in the most grisly and undignified way possible.

  "Please-" I panted.

  There was the click of a gun - was he going to kill me right now? Was he into necrophilia? I braced myself, legitimately hoping he'd end my life right here. I didn't want to suffer any longer - I couldn't take this.

  There was a loud gunshot - it echoed throughout the room. I felt no pain.

  My heart thudded to a stop. For a brief moment, I thought I was dead.

  But then my heartbeat resumed, and I heard something slump over behind me. Footsteps - I was in disbelief. I couldn't see, and I had no idea what was happening. There were odd sounds. A body being dragged across the floor. More footsteps. I was tense, my muscles taut, my heartbeat quick and sharp and painful.

  Then there was a voice in my ear.

  "Isabella," it whispered. I recognized it immediately, and all the stress that had accumulated within my muscles dissipated within moments. Anders had come for me.

  "Anders-" I whimpered. "Untie me- I'm...I'm sorry, I totally fucked up-"

  "You're right. You did fuck up."

  I was terrified - he was going to kill me.

  "You need to be punished."

  And then his hand was on my bare ass, and I melted - of course, Anders wouldn't kill me. Though the thought of him taking advantage of me when I was so obviously vulnerable was still frightening in its own right. He dug his nails into the flesh, in the same spot that Don Francesco had.

  "Stay still and be quiet, or I can't guarantee your safety."

  I nodded, entirely obedient.

  "Even like this...shit, you're so gorgeous-"

  I blushed at the compliment, leaning my forehead against the wall as I heard Anders unzip his jeans behind me. I was too frightened to get as wet for him as I'd gotten before, but the familiar feeling of arousal overtook me as soon as I felt the head of his cock press up against my hole. He shoved it in without warning, and I shouted in pain.

  He spanked me. Hard.

  "I told you to stay quiet-" He breathed, nibbling at my ear as he pulled out, only to shove himself back in again.

  I was panting, drooling, and he was pounding into me without a care in the world. It hurt so badly, and all the bruises I'd developed over the course of the past few days were throbbing with a dull ache that wouldn't subside. My makeup was ruined, tears streaming down my face. The cock inside me was stretching me out completely, ruining me, and yet - it felt amazing. I gritted my teeth, trying my best to stay quiet, but god-

  Anders really didn't know the effect he had on me.

  I had no time to consider how he'd found me, why he'd even bothered seeking me out - my heart wanted to believe that it was because I was important to him - I was more than the fucktoy Don Francesco had made me out to be. Anders's cock rammed into me until I was a sloppy, breathless mess, dripping everywhere and barely able to stand.

  He was sucking and biting at the back of my neck, breaths ragged and shallow as he plunged into me again and again. My walls were oversensitive, and they quivered around him as he grabbed my waist and hit my g-spot. I whimpered, managing to keep my mouth shut for once in my life. One of his hands reached down and began to play with my clit - I moaned softly against the wall, and he sighed.

  "Damn-"

  It was too much for me - my entire body was hot, lighting up with the sparks of pre-orgasm ecstasy. He was amazing, he was perfect, and then he was filling me up as he'd done several times before. It felt more significant this time, however - he was kissing the back of my neck, his hands were relaxed now. It felt gentle, if only for a moment.

  He pulled out, and my knees gave out. I sunk to the floor, dripping his seed everywhere, staining the dirty concrete beneath me. I heard him working at the zipper of his jeans again, and finally, he reached down and undid the blindfold that was keeping me from seeing him.

  "Isabella-" He chuckled, seeing how ruined my face had gotten.

  "I know, I know..." I muttered.

  I stood up, and he wrapped his arms around me, untying the rope that was keeping my wrists bound. It fell to the floor with nary a sound, and he took a step back. My mind was racing - I had to pop the question, there was no avoiding it.

  "Why-?"

  "You're mine, Isabella. I wasn't just going to let you die."

  "But you said-"

  "Forget what I said. It was incentive and nothing else."

  "I'm...sorry-"

  "Don't be. I have other people on the job, and you led me right to him anyways."

  I leaned up and pulled him down into a kiss. It was wet and messy and full of lipstick and tears, but it held the confirmation I needed that this was all for real. Anders wanted me, and he'd managed to save my life.

  "Now, come on- let's get you back to my place. You're a mess, Isabella."

  "Are you gonna keep me?"

  "What are you, a dog? But yeah - you're my girl. Always will be."

  My heart swelled, overjoyed - I tried not to let it show on my face, but it was probably obvious how happy he made me. I knew that from here on out, life wouldn't be easy. But just the thought of being with Anders made my cheeks heat up. I held onto his arm, never wanting to let go ever again.