13. Chapter 12
Tucker
This place was breaking me, slowly but surely. Ari and I had been solid for years, but now, I could feel the wedge her father was driving between us growing little by little.
It was obvious he didn’t approve of the types of relationships I’d grown up around, where the men respected their wives and saw them as equals. He thought I needed to be the leader of my house and reign over Arianna, keeping her in her place.
That’s what his little display at dinner had been when he’d forced me to spank her in front of everyone. I’d done it because better me than one of his men, but that didn’t stop me from feeling guilty as fuck about it every moment sense.
I felt like a complete piece of shit. Never once had my dad or uncles laid a hand on a woman in discipline, but now, I had.
When Lucian declared the women would be spending the weekend at the spa, I was glad she was going to get some time being pampered, but my stomach was also in my ass knowing he was up to no good. He was going to do something this weekend that would make me hate myself even more than I already did.
Torture, body dismemberment and disposal, beating up old men because they hadn’t paid their dues on time, spanking the woman I loved at the dinner table in front of our families, had all made me hate the man I saw looking back at me in the mirror.
Really, I was starting to wonder if this feeling would ever go away or if he was going to make me drive the nail so far in my coffin that no one would ever get me back.
I was still in the foyer from saying goodbye to Ari, Leyla, and my mom when a throat cleared behind me.
I turned to see Sean behind me. “You’ve been summoned to Don Vitale’s office with the others.
” I turned to head that way, but he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.
His voice came out low, knowing this wasn’t a safe space.
“You’ve got to stop beating yourself up.
You’re saving your family and I know that they all respect the hell out of you for it. Chin up, kid.”
That was easy for him to say. He’d been in the room for the dinner fiasco, but he hadn’t been there for the rest. He didn’t understand just how dark my soul had become.
The door to the office was open when I arrived, the guard telling me to go on in.
Elio and Marco were already there, but Lucian and Sandro weren’t.
It was odd to me that we’d be summoned to Lucian’s office if he wasn’t even here yet.
You wouldn’t think he’d want people chilling in there without him around.
It was only a matter of a couple of moments though before he and Sandro came in.
“Sorry about the delay.” Lucian took his seat behind the desk, a huge smile on his face.
“We have a very exciting weekend ahead of us. There’s a new crop of women for the brothel that we need to break in.
Because the four of you are being initiated, you will get first dibs on them.
Now, I know that sounds like a reward that should be given to my most seasoned and respected men, but since you are the future leadership of this family, I need to see how you handle this aspect of the job.
“These women will range in levels of compliance. Your job is to make sure that they are fully compliant by the time my men get their turn. However, they are to be left unmarked. Marks on wrists and ankles from being restrained are fine, but nothing else. Each woman is expected to service each of you at least once. Understood?”
My foot started shaking as adrenaline coursed through me.
This wasn’t what we’d agreed on and I knew I had to say something, but I also knew that speaking up would be a risk.
“I’m sorry, Don Vitale, but during the discussion with Apollo, you said I would just have to watch unless they needed to be restrained.
I take my commitment to Arianna very seriously. ”
He smiled and gave me a nod. “I said you wouldn’t have to penetrate any of the women, and I will stand by that.
However, they need to be broken. The other three will each penetrate each of them and then cover them in their release.
You’ll simply handle yourself until time to mark them with yours.
We’ve found that when they leave the room after a week of men jizzing on them and not being able to wash it off, they understand where they now belong in the world. ”
This sneaky son-of-a-bitch. He hadn’t said this in front of Apollo because he would have objected, but he’d been vague enough that what he was asking of me had been approved.
“Have they already been tested and put on birth control? I don’t want any of us contracting diseases or knocking up some whore.
” Sandro’s words made my heart sink. He was acting unaffected by this, but I knew from the time I’d spend with him in my room that he hated the sex trade and didn’t want to continue it once he was in charge.
Raping these women was going to break a part of him and he wouldn’t have anyone to help him put the pieces back together.
Lucian chuckled. “Of course, son. I wouldn’t risk my first grandchild coming from someone we owned.
It’s not like we’re living in pre-Civil War times in the south.
” When no one asked any more questions, he clapped his hands and stood.
“Excellent. The women are in the basement of the brothel in the intake room waiting.” He tossed Sandro a key.
“That will unlock their cages. They should only be allowed out when you are taking them into one of the prep rooms. The whole basement is wired with cameras and mics so we can keep an eye on it.” His smile grew and he grabbed his crotch.
“I plan to watch the whole weekend. It’s why I sent the women to the spa.
Didn’t want my fun broken up.” He licked his lips and then nodded to the door. “You’re dismissed.”
When the door closed behind us, Sandro turned to face us. “If we’re going to be there the whole weekend, we should probably get overnight bags with a couple change of clothes and toiletries. Meet in Tucker’s room in ten minutes.”
If we were meeting in my room, it meant he wanted to discuss things without his father hearing. I was totally on board with that. I felt sick at having to jack off and cum on these women, I couldn’t imagine how the others were feeling knowing they would have to rape them.
I shoved a few things in my bag quickly, not caring too much what clothes I took. My mind was firmly on trying to make sure I didn’t puke. Or cry.
There was a brief knock before Marco walked in, followed by Elio and Sandro.
Sandro ran a hand through his hair. “This sucks and we all know it. I have no idea what we’re walking into.
He didn’t say how many women there would be or their ages.
We also don’t know if any of them have already accepted their fate or if they’re fighters.
If they’re fighters, this is going to be much worse.
Fuck!” He turned and punched the wall. “I’ve been to the brothel, and while he told us the basement is wired with cameras, the whole building is.
Not a single room is safe from his view so make sure you don’t let your guards down. ”
“What are we going to do if they’re not cooperative? We can’t mark them, so I don’t know how we break them.” Elio’s question was valid. A strong-willed woman with a fighting spirit wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
“There are multiple prep rooms down there. They’re all set up so that the women can be restrained.
Any women not already broken will have to be kept in those rooms, tied down, deprived of food, while we go round after round.
We’ll need to start with those women so that we have plenty of time to break them.
” Sandro’s jaw ticked. “Failure is not an option here. Lucian is losing it and becoming more and more of a wildcard. The fact that he had Tucker lift Ari’s skirt to spank her at the table, and told him to even pull down her panties, shows that.
I won’t risk my sister being in that basement because we didn’t do what he said. ”
My heart sank. “Do you really think he’d do that?” Ari was his daughter. He was adamant about us not having sex until the wedding day because she’d be worthless to him if we did. Surely he wouldn’t put her in his brothel. What good would that do him?
Sandro’s eyes met mine and he shrugged. “I don’t know. If you’d asked me a year ago, I would have said not a chance in hell. But now… Now I wouldn’t put it past him.”
Marco stood. “We need to go. He’ll probably be suspicious if we stay in here much longer.”
We were all silent as we headed down to the garage and drove to the brothel. When Sandro pulled into the parking garage of an apartment building, I was shocked. “I really thought he’d have gotten a house in the suburbs, not an entire fucking apartment complex.”
Marco chuckled. “He doesn’t do anything in half measures. Also, having the apartment building means having plenty of parking for customers and room to expand.”
Sandro nodded. “He rents out the apartment to the man for a night or the weekend, or whatever. Then sends the girls to the apartment the guy is in. The second floor is where clients will meet the women, and that’s also where they stay in one big ass apartment with bunkbeds, one bathroom, and a small kitchenette.
The first floor is a lobby and looks legit.
It keeps anyone that isn’t supposed to know about it being a brothel from getting inside to gather evidence. ”
“Does he already have women here? Other than the ones in the basement?”
Elio nodded. “He did a soft opening a couple weeks ago with a select few people. I think there are maybe fifteen women already. If I had to bet, there’s no less than five but probably closer to ten women in the basement right now.
He wants at least twenty-five when he opens fully in a couple of weeks. ”