Chapter 8 Sold to the Don
Chapter eight
Sold to the Don
Forced Proximity with Cheating.
“Stella, your father wants to speak with you,” Tony says from the doorway of my bedroom.
Tony is my father’s personal assistant basically.
He’s always around. I’m pretty sure he spies on me for my father.
I might be twenty-one, but he still treats me like a child.
I can’t go out with friends. And when I do, I must have bodyguards with me.
My dad, George Romero, is the head of what used to be a massive crime enterprise.
He fucked that up whenever he cheated on my mom, and she took him for everything.
I don’t blame her, really. I would’ve done the same thing, but I at least would’ve taken my daughter with me when I left.
Now dad is in debt to so many people that he’s afraid someone will hurt me.
Tensions have been so high lately. I know it’s just a matter of time before shit hits the fan.
I get off my bed and walk downstairs. Before I can step into my dad’s office, one of our housekeepers grabs my arm and pulls me off to the side. “He’s selling you. You need to run, Ella,” she says hurriedly.
“Wha… he wouldn’t do that…” I say in disbelief.
“He is. The head of the DeLuca family isn’t giving him a choice. You are to marry him and have his children in exchange for your father’s debt to be erased. Marco DeLuca is getting your father out of debt in exchange for you,” she says.
“Stella, dear,” my father says. “Why are you talking to the staff? Tony told you I needed to speak with you.
“I apologize, Father. I was just asking for fresh linens,” I lie. He nods and motions me into his office. I nod and step in but stay by the door.
“Stella, this is Marco DeLuca,” Dad says.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I say with a polite smile. He takes my hand and kisses it softly.
“The pleasure is all mine,” he says with a smile. “She is beautiful, George.”
“What is this about?” I ask Dad when Marco’s eyes travel across my body.
“As you know, we are in a significant amount of debt and I have been working hard to get us out of trouble, specifically with Mr. DeLuca.”
“What does that have to do with me?” I ask.
“He has agreed to marry you in exchange for clearing our debt with him as well as the others. This will give us an opportunity to get back to where we used to be,” he says, as though he didn’t just sell his daughter like livestock.
“No,” I say. “I’m not just a loaf of bread. You can’t just sell me off.”
“I can and I did,” he snaps.
“Fuck you!” I shout at him. “None of this would be happening if you hadn’t stuck your dick where it didn’t belong and forced Mom to leave. You can’t use me to get yourself out of the situation that you created yourself.”
“We will be in contact when the marriage is finalized,” Marco says, shaking Dad’s hand. I turn on my heel and run from the room.
“Thank you, Marco,” Dad says happily.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get her,” I hear Marco say as he steps out of the room behind me. I grab my bag as I run past the coffee table where I left it. When I reach the front door, I throw it open and bolt for my car.
I am positive my car has a tracker, but I will get it off as soon as I can.
I can always sell it to some crack dealer for a decent amount of money.
Between the cash in my wallet and the jewelry I have on I can easily get away and start somewhere new.
I’m not getting married to some mafia boss.
When Mom left, I swore to myself, that I was not going to continue being in this lifestyle.
I’ve been trying to get out of it ever since.
I get to my Porche 911 and turn the engine over, desperately trying to get away before Marco gets to my car. He reaches my window as soon as I stomp on the gas. I faintly hear him shout at me. “You’re mine, star.”
He doesn’t even know my fucking name and he’s chasing me. This gives me a little hope. Maybe I can just dye my hair if he is that stupid.
I don’t have any friends that won’t immediately go to Dad. They are the type that talk to you when you’re bored, but not when you actually need help. Dad was the one person I had in my life, and I didn’t even want him but now I have no one.
There’s a black SUV tailing me, and I can tell they are about to try and wreck my car. I am thankful I have flats on today, so maybe I can just run on foot. All I have to do is cross the wooded area and I am in downtown. I can easily disappear in the crowds of people.
I decide to come screeching to a stop on the side of the road, then jump out and dart toward the woods before Marco has a chance to get out of his vehicle.
I was a cross-country runner in high school, so I’m confident that I can outrun him.
The problem is, I can hear him running toward me. He is so much faster than he looks.
I leap over a fallen tree that I’m hoping will slow him down, but this fucking freak uses it as leverage to lunge at me. He wraps his arms around my body and flings me down to the ground.
“Stop!” I scream and thrash under him, trying to get free. He pulls my arms above my head and positions himself between my legs.
“Stop fighting, Stella. I’m not going to hurt you,” he says.
“You just threw me on the ground you fucking asshole. Get the fuck off me,” I yell.
“You’re acting like a child. Stop,” he says sternly.
“Fuck you, Marco,” I say with a mocking tone. Marco leans in to whisper in my ear. His words stun me for a moment, but I recover easily.
“Say it again and I will fuck you,” he growls.
“Fuck… you…” I say, drawing out my words dramatically. When Marco grins at me I realize that he meant it literally and I just invited the man to fuck me in the woods.
He sits up and yanks my leggings down so fast that I forget I’m trying to fight him off me.
When he pulls his cock out, I bite my lip in hopes of keeping my face neutral but holy hell is he packing.
“Better keep quiet, little star. We don’t want anyone to think that I’m hurting my fiancé, do we?
” I whimper in response, but I am far too turned on right now to say no.
Marco covers my mouth and slams into me, making me scream against his hand. When he bottoms out it sends a surge of pain and pleasure through me. I wrap my legs around him and my eyes roll back when he starts pounding me into the dirt.
“You’re my whore now,” he growls in my ear. I have tears in my eyes from the brutal fucking and his filthy words keep my body humming with a need for release.
“My pretty girl. You look gorgeous with tears in your eyes,” he groans. “Come for me, Stella. Come for your master.”
“No,” I growl.
“Then you’ll cry for me,” he says with a punishing thrust. “That’ll make your eyes and your tight cunt wet for me.” Unfortunately, he is right. His words have a delicious effect on my body, and I want to come so badly. The more he punish fucks me, the closer I get to exploding.
“Mmmm,” I moan as my body finally relaxes.
“Thats it, baby. Come for me,” he says as he takes his hand off my mouth and kisses me.
The moment our lips meet, I am lost in him.
I unclench my hands from his biceps and grab his face in hope that he doesn’t pull away from me.
He groans into our kiss, and I explode. My orgasm washes over me and I cling to him as he fucks me hard and fast.
He abruptly stops without finishing but he doesn’t get up just yet. “Did you just blue ball yourself?” I ask, nearly gasping for air.
“That was for your benefit, not mine, little star,” he says. “I need you to know that I have self-restraint.”
“Not enough to not chase someone through the woods like a goddamn psycho,” I snap. “I’m pretty sure you just assaulted me.”
“Oh?” he smirks. “If you can honestly sit there and tell me that you think that was assault, I will let you go. If you lie to me, I’ll do it again.”
“So just rape me until you get what you want?” I ask.
“Little girl, I will flip you over and take your ass right here. you’ll be leaking my come out of your tight little hole all the way back to our home,” he threatens. “Tell me the truth.”
“Fine. No. I wanted it, but I’m not consenting to kidnapping,” I say. “I’m not marrying you.”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? I know someone who will sign the paperwork without you even being there,” he says. “Let’s go home, wife.”
“You are un-fucking-believable,” I deadpan.
“Believe me, you’re better off with me than your father,” he says as he gets off me and fixes his pants. When I move to get up, he picks me up and sets me on my feet so he can brush the dirt off me before fixing my leggings.
“I think all of you are psychopaths,” I frown.
“At least I don’t sell people,” he says as he takes my hand and walks me out of the woods.
“What?” I ask. “He sells guns.”
“He used to, and he’s also not in as much debt as he claims. He sold over three hundred women last year,” he says as he gets my bag out of my car. He nods to one of the men near us before pulling me back from the car. I watch as they set my car on fire before I turn to Marco with a frown.
“Why in the fuck did you do that?” I ask.
“Because nothing from the life you led with him comes into our home or near it,” he says. “Phone?”
“I didn’t grab it,” I say honestly. “Does he really sell women?”
“Yeah,” he says, opening the passenger seat door.
“Why did you make a deal to buy me then?” I ask.
“Because it was either me or he’d sell you off to someone else,” he says before shutting the door. When he gets in and starts the SUV I sigh.
“So, you thought you’d be the noble one and kidnap me yourself?” I ask.
“Stella,” he sighs.
“What? Done talking already, husband?” I say with an attitude.
“Watch your mouth, little star, before I make use of it a different way,” he says.