3. Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Martina
I pretend like I’m completely unaffected by what Vincent just said, but the truth is I’m shaken. I already thought the worse of him, but what he just described is a level of darkness I had never considered.
When I decided to try to kill Vincent, I knew there was a pretty good chance I would wind up dead in the process. I wasn’t afraid to put the gun to myself to avoid the sort of fate that Vincent just described. Brady and I made a pact we would commit suicide before we gave each other up. Nothing was more important than seeking justice for our loved ones, for my family and for Brady’s fiancée.
I will forever be haunted by the final moments for my father, mother, sister and brother. Matteo was only five years old. Isabella, the best and most gorgeous older sister anyone could have, was about to graduate from Juilliard and gift the world with her beautiful voice. I worshipped Bella, and lost not just a sister but a second mother because ours was often busy living the high life, sunning herself in Capri or shopping in Milan.
My father was the head of the Rossi family mafia, a small organization based in Miami. He never talked about the family business with me, but I’d overheard him discussing how the Aroldos family out of Tampa was attempting to expand and compete for the opportunity to partner with the Black Dragon Triad to distribute their omega blockers. I never thought the Aroldos were bloodthirsty enough to try to take us out, but it turns out it was Vincent.
There were two gunmen that fateful. One had a scar that ran down the right side of his face, from his eyebrow down to the middle of his cheek. The other had tattoos up and down his arms, including the signature symbol of the Black Dragon Triad. I will never forget their faces, nor their words.
“This will send a clear message to anyone who even thinks about messing with the distribution of our omega blockers,” said the man with the scar.
“You sure Vincent wanted the wife and kids dead, too?” the tattoo man asked.
“Vincent said to kill them all. Besides, it’s too late now.”
“I didn’t know there was gonna be kids here. I’ve never heard the boss order the killing of a kid before.”
The man with the scar turned his gun on the tattoo man. I’m guessing the latter couldn’t be trusted because he actually d.
I’m not sure what my father did exactly or tried to do that upset Vincent so much. My father kept the “business” to himself, and I was taught from a young age not to ask too many questions. Did my father ever have anyone killed? Did he have blood on his hands like Vincent? Even if he did, why did Vincent have to kill the whole family—innocent women and children?
Because Vincent is beyond cruel. He proved it then, he’s proving it now. He needs to be taken down.
But what if I break? I’m confident I can last a week, a month, maybe even a year. But decades? Vincent has already shown himself to be adept at pushing my buttons. His mindfuckery is next level. And from what I’ve seen and heard, Vincent is not only capable, he’s patient, cool and collected.
Except when I told him my name was Irene Lazzarelli. That really triggered him. The Irene part, I think. It was like he suddenly saw a ghost. But when Brady and I were doing our research on Vincent, we never came across anyone named Irene. His mother was named Huang Mei He and died young. Vincent never married or had kids from what we could tell. He doesn’t seem to have had any steady girlfriends either, though there are women he sleeps with. I suppose he’s been too focused on building up the Black Dragon to be one of the most successful criminal organizations on the planet to maintain a relationship. And I doubt the man is capable of love.
“Sleep well, pet,” Vincent says before he leaves. “You have a lot to look forward to.”
I don’t move. The area between my legs is sticky with cum. Mine and his. His seed is swimming inside me, making me wish I could carve out my vagina.
“I’ll stay with the boss,” Jack says to the taller of the bodyguards. “You go to the kitchen.”
After I hear the door to the dungeon close behind Vincent and Jack, leaving me alone with Vlad, I manage to sit up. I want the bottle of water next to my cage. It’s a glass bottle, suggesting the water inside might be the expensive kind.
“I’ll get it for you,” my second least-favorite person on earth says in a gruff voice.
His disgusting cum is inside me, too. From the look in his eyes and the bulge at his crotch, he wants another go at me. Vincent didn’t give him permission, though, and for all Vlad’s big dick energy, he doesn’t have the guts to disobey his boss. Vincent would have him for breakfast.
But instead of reaching for the bottle, Vlad knocks it over with his shoe. In dismay, I watch the beautiful liquid spill from the bottle.
“Ooops,” Vlad says with a smirk.
I reach through the cage for the bottle—it has a little bit of water left—but it’s just beyond my fingertips.
“Vincent’s gonna rip you a new one,” I threaten. “He said I could have the water.”
“It was an accident,” Vlad says. “You going to tell on me or something?”
I would, but I doubt Vincent cares that his bodyguard is messing with me. I’m no favorite of Vlad’s because I kicked him in the balls earlier. He could make my life a lot more miserable than I could make his.
With another smirk, Vlad turns and walks away. After he leaves, I sit in the dark by myself. Doubts tickle my conscience, but I push back. That’s exactly what Vincent wants. But I’m not going to let emotions like regret and despair triumph. That’s a win I sure as hell don’t want to give Vincent. I came into this prepared to die, knowing the odds weren’t great. I was willing to take the chance because Vincent wasn’t going to get what he deserved otherwise. Yes, I’m paying the price for my failure, but I’m not ready to abandon hope yet.
As if the universe heard me, the light comes on and a handsome young man just a few years older than me walks in carrying a tray with slices of bread and a bottle of water.
My eyes light up. It’s Brady!
He shares my goal of killing Vincent. Brady lost his fiancée, who committed suicide after submitting herself to Vincent. In the normal world of betas, it would’ve been rape. But she was an omega like me, so it’s hard to prove there wasn’t any consent when her body wanted it. Brady’s convinced Vincent took advantage of his fiancée being in heat.
Remembering that there are video cameras, I pretend it’s not the familiar face that I’m excited about.
“Please, please can I have that food and water?” I beg.
“Shit, what have they done to you?” asks Brady as he approaches my cage, his almond-shaped eyes filled with concern.
I turn to stone while I eye one of the video cameras without trying to be too obvious about it.
Brady pulls out a small electronic device from his pocket and explains, “This device jams the nearest video cameras, but we should keep it quiet. There are two guys guarding the door outside.”
I eagerly grab the water bottle he passes through the bars. I gulp down the water, then scarf down the bread. Food never tasted so divine. Even though I had wanted to die just a few minutes ago, starving myself will take too long. And the sight of Brady rejuvenates me.
“I’ll find a way to get you out,” Brady says. “Till a few minutes ago, when I heard Vlad telling the kitchen to send food down here, I honestly thought you were at the bottom of the sea.”
“Don’t worry about me,” I tell him with a mouthful of bread. “Just do what I couldn’t—kill Vincent. He knows I’m working with someone on the inside. He wants your name.”
Brady’s cousin, who handles payroll for the Black Dragon, made this possible by getting Brady a job. Brady then helped me. I believe fate brought me and Brady together so that we could help realize our mutual goal.
“Don’t worry, “I add. “There’s nothing they can do to make me give you up.”
“You know as well as I that there’s nothing the Black Dragon won’t do.”
“I’m ready to die. I’ve got nothing to live for except getting justice for my family. ”
I was only fifteen years old when the people I loved the most were taken from me. I never went back to school, I didn’t have a job, I lived off the money my grandmother left me, and the only thing in my heart has been vengeance.
Vincent Xu deserves to die. Not only did he get away with a vicious crime—the cops were either incompetent or paid off—but in the past few years, instead of being held accountable for his crimes, he’s only grown more wealthy and more powerful, mostly thanks to his omega blockers. I myself took his omega blockers even though I knew I was putting money in his pockets every time I bought them. But I didn’t want anything getting in the way of my life’s mission.
Brady looks me over. His lips press into a grim line. “They really roughed you over.”
“It could’ve been worse. Not having my omega blockers actually helped.”
Brady’s hand curls into a fist. He knows the evil Vincent is capable of, and I probably just confirmed it with my statement.
“I can take out the guys at the door,” Brady says.
“Then what? You got some dolphins that will be our getaway vehicle?”
“We pull into Kingston tomorrow.”
For a moment, I let myself consider the possibility of freedom, but Vincent’s death is more important. I probably won’t be able to get this close to Vincent ever again. I stare Brady in the eyes. “We both knew this was a suicide mission. You still have a chance. If you blow your cover, we won’t get this same opportunity again.”
“I’ll kill Vincent first then come for you.”
“Sure,” I agree, though I know the first part is hard enough, especially now that they suspect there’s another assassin aboard. “But don’t spend your energy and attention worrying about me. I’ll die happy if you get Vincent what he deserves. We should wrap this up before they suspect anything.”
Brady nods. “If there’s anything I can get you, like a shirt— ”
“No. That will definitely be suspicious. Maybe more water next time.”
At that, Brady frowns. “What if there’s no next time if I don’t try and get you out asap?”
“Vincent just told me that he plans on keeping me alive. I don’t give a shit what he does to me, though there is something you can get for me.”
“I can hide some omega blockers inside your food.”
I hesitate. I hate the fact that, without the omega blockers, my body is susceptible to Vincent’s touch. He figured out early on that I was an omega when he found one of my omega blockers. The asshole had opened the capsule and made me lick the contents off his shoe. But the omega blockers would make the assault harder to endure. As much as it sickens me mentally and emotionally to submit to Vincent, my body is a different story. All the pain and torment only made my orgasms more intense, more unforgettable. My body might even get off on Vincent’s breeding shit .
“Abortion pills,” I tell Brady.
“Abortion is illegal in Jamaica at present,” he says. “Not sure what I can get on the streets that isn’t going to be shady stuff.”
“I’ll take that chance. I don’t know if Vincent was serious about breeding, but…” I shudder at the thought of being pregnant by Vincent.
Brady’s eyes widen. “That fucker wants to—”
I cut him off. “Hey, we never came across anyone named Irene, right? When we were digging into Vincent’s past?”
“Not that I remember. Why?”
“When Vincent found out I wasn’t really Ramon Sanchez, I told him my name was Irene Lazzarelli. It pissed him off.”
“I’d review our notes, but we didn’t bring them with us.”
“I know. That would’ve been too risky. You better unjam the camera soon or they might send someone down.”
Brady nods and reaches into his pocket.
Summoning my acting skills, I grasp the cage bars and plead with Brady, “How about I suck you off if you bring me more food and water? Please?”
Brady plays along. “I’ll have to ask about the food and water first.”
“Seriously? What’s the matter with you? Who doesn’t want a blowjob? And all you’ve got to do is come back with—”
“I should go.”
“Now you want to go? ’Cause you got your fill of ogling my tits?”
Brady turns to leave.
“Hey!” I yell angrily. “This could be your last chance! I’m really good at sucking cock!”
After Brady closes the door behind him, I sink back down. Now that I’m not so thirsty and hungry, I feel a lot better. I just hope Brady doesn’t worry too much about me and lose his focus. Going into this, it was kill Vincent or bust.
If Vincent’s serious about breeding me, then that means more fucking. My body warms at the prospect of another orgasm.
No! I scold my traitorous arousal .
More fucking means more times I’ll get let out of this cage. I can take advantage of opportunities if they come up. All of Vincent’s bodyguards carry. If I could break free and grab one of their guns…
The prospect rejuvenates me. Now if only my arousal doesn’t get in the way. Maybe I should have Brady smuggle in some omega blockers. But Vincent will notice the difference in my body’s reaction, and that will confirm there’s someone on the yacht helping me out.
I kick at the cage. I can’t believe I’m going to have to battle my own body. I’m going to have to hope that Vincent’s torment is more pain than pleasure. I have a feeling he’s going to up his game next time. Something in the way he went from looking unsettled to spouting all that breeding shit with determination, it was like he was trying to prove just how evil he could be.
I lay down to get as much rest as I can. Chances are tomorrow’s going to be a new level of hell.