The Cities Mafia Queen. PT 9

Emmi: Fighting Back

I sit like the good little Princess I’m meant to be. Although I secretly want to stand a table and strip while screaming fuck the Wolversons. The idea swirls around in my mind. I watch as Zane fights, and hell, he looks hot. Here he takes off his top like he doesn’t care what people think. No doubt because while it’s off, he’s almost killing men with his fists.

Bear has just been walking around the room, avoiding me, and god knows where Dante and Gunner are. I look around me. I’m in just as much of a prison here as I was at home. If not worse, because they treat me like a damn slave. They went from looking at me with lust, need and smiles, to like I’m just another woman, as Bear said.

So, they don’t want me. I feel the anger burning through as I watch Zane beat the second guy in the ring before someone pulls him out. A guy near the ring looks drunk, too drunk to notice who I am, right? My eyes go back to Bear, watching as he steps into the ring. I wait, watching as he begins fighting, my eyes unable to find Zane. Screw them, the thought runs through my head.

I didn’t bow down and follow my parent’s orders, and there is no chance in hell I will with these guys. So, I walk to the table, the guy smiling at me slightly. I’m just like every other woman, right? So, they won’t give a shit. Standing on the table, I begin dancing, slowly beginning to remove my clothes.

“Get the fuck down!” I turn and smile at Dante.

“Fuck you!” I turn away from him and continue dancing. He grabs my leg.

“Get down right now, Emmi, move it!” He glares at me. Well, he said get down, not where to go, right? So, I climb down onto the guy's lap, my hands stroking along his body.

“You’d fuck me, right? If I asked, would you agree?” I look at him, his eyes on me. Slowly, he looks down my body towards my breasts, his hands moving to my hips. I begin to grind against him, until I’m forcibly dragged off him.

“Enough! Stop acting like a damn slut!” Dante glares at me.

Laughing, I stand ahead of him. “Fuck you! I am not your fucking slave, or yours, or yours!” I turn and look at Zane and Gunner. “I do what the hell I want.” I turn my back on them and walk towards Bear as he stands in the middle of the ring staring at me in shock. As I walk up to him, I smile.

“Stop this, Emmi.”

“Oh, so now I’m Emmi? Before I was Princess, just another woman and like the rest, well screw you!” I go to hit him, and his hand knocks mine out of the way, but I continue to fight against him. I can’t really fight, though. If I fight for real, they will know what I’m capable of and then I’ll have no chance of escaping. So, I fake being weak.

“I’ve had enough! If I am just like the rest, who gives a shit if I fuck a guy in here?” Screaming, I keep hitting him, despite his efforts in blocking me. His arms wrap around me, and I swing my head back, hitting his nose. His grip loosens a bit as I continue to fight, a smile coming to his face as I do.

He grabs me and pins my hands between our bodies, grasping my neck. My hand breaks free, and I slide it down his leg… I grab the knife, swinging for him. I catch his arm. He pushes me against the wall with his body, holding me there.

“About fucking time, little lamb. Don’t leave again!” How the hell is this turning me on? I scream, trying to fight against him, to fight off the need.

“I didn’t fucking leave, you jerk! Let me go so I can stab you again.” I fight against his grip as he laughs.

“Oh, not a chance,” he taunts. “Everyone get the fuck out,” Bear shouts, and I hear the footsteps of people leaving, unable to see past him as he keeps me pinned in place. Struggling in his grip, I spit into his face.

“Fuck you! You can’t just fucking pin me here.” Screaming, I continue fighting against him.

“Oh, but you will enjoy the ending.” His hands move, ripping off the dress, and I glance down. No! I stare back up at him. Whoever set out my clothes today chose my peephole lingerie. Wiggling, I try to get free as he laughs.

“I will hate whatever it is, now let me go!” Despite my efforts to fight against him, he just laughs at me.

“Mmmm, is that so?” His words are quiet as I feel his hand cupping my sex, my hips pushing closer to him as a small cry escapes my mouth.

“Yes, you and your brothers can go burn in hell.” I try to wiggle free, my hips pushing closer to his fingers as they tease against my bud.

“Yet you keep pushing that pussy deeper into my hand.” He pushes his fingers into me, my back arches as I let out another small cry. Hell, I can’t fight against Bear. He just stays unmoved. He didn’t even fucking flinch when I stabbed him. My eyes fall on his chest. The blood is there from the fight, the stab, and his nose. His fingers begin moving quicker in my pussy, his other hand holding my neck tighter as I push closer to him. I want to look angry, but my attempt just makes his laugh becoming louder.

“Push closer, little lamb, let me get right in there.”

I scream, feeling his fingers thrust into me harder, his thumb rubbing against my bud. I continue trying to get free, the pleasure taking over me as I call him names. His eyes are full of need as I feel myself explode around his fingers. A moan escapes him. Leaning down, his mouth captures mine, my body fighting against him and the kiss as he deepens it, drawing out a muffled cry as he does.

“Right, sit. We need to talk.” My body freezes hearing Dante. Bear steps back and pulls me towards them. They were all fucking watching? Bear pushes me into the seat. Immediately, I stand and shake my head.

“I am not your fucking slave! Find someone else to order around.” I go to hit Dante, but he grabs me and slams me down onto the table, his body leaning over mine.

“Don’t make me force you, Princess. Because I will.” Hell, the way he said Princess, it wasn’t like everyone else. It had something inside of me jump for joy. “Now sit like a good girl, and maybe – just maybe – we will be nice.” He moves back and sits down. I look at them as I do the same.

“Can I at least have something to wear?” I don’t like sitting here like this.

“No.” Dante shakes his head.

“I hate you! All of you. Why not just act like jerks from the start? Instead of acting like fucking men, making me feel safe just to treat me like shit and make out I’m no different to the last whore you paid.” I cross my arms over my chest, hiding my breasts, feeling the tears start to fall free.

“Emmi, look at me.” Zane’s voice is soft. I do as he says and look at him. “That was us, Emmi, but the woman you turned into wasn’t you. You became weak. Hell, you took our bullshit for a week, Emmi! A fucking week. The woman we met that first night was gone.”

“I didn’t change!” I was still me.

“Really? How do you feel right now, Emmi, sitting there like that?” Dante points at me.

“Exposed, like I want to beat the shit out of you all until you give me clothes!” Why does that matter?

“Exactly, yet that day you walked out over and over again. In lingerie, including this set, like you didn’t care. Like you wanted a reaction. Hell Emmi, I forced you to your knees. You just took it, took everything. You would have refused if you weren’t so consumed with getting our attention. You can fight for our attention without turning soft, without losing that side of you that makes you want to beat the shit out of us for using you,” Dante says.

Maybe he’s right. Hell, I took a week of their shit, wore everything they said. Did everything. That isn’t me. And I wouldn’t have let Dante do that to me, not willingly.

“Take her home, Zane. We will finish up business here.” Dante stands and walks off with the others, Zane stands too, wrapping his jacket around my body. As we walk out, I keep quiet, and stay quiet as Zane drives us back. Neither of us talk. Once we arrive, I go straight to my room, my eyes looking around. I don’t know anymore; I don’t know what the hell to believe.

“Let’s talk.” Zane has joined me. Sitting on the bed, he looks at me, then seems to change his mind. “Actually, bath first.” He walks through to the bathroom; I hear the bath running but stay sitting on the bed. Then he walks back on and sits down.

“Go get washed up, then we will talk.” He looks at me, waiting. I go through, but I stop in the bathroom, turning back to face him.

“Join me.”

“Emmi, don’t start this again already.” He shakes his head at me.

“I don’t mean to fuck me, Zane.” I look at him, waiting, watching as he stands and walks through. He unfastens his jacket and removes it from my body before slowly removing his own clothes. Turning me, he removes my lingerie. Once in the bath, I lie back against him. This is the Zane I know, the one who is kind. Sure, I know the side with no control, but he turned into a beast this past week.

Zane: Apology

I know we pushed her, and hell, I am surprised it took her a week to fight back. But she still looks defeated. Maybe we did it the wrong way and should have tried something else?

“I’m sorry, Emmi, we just didn’t want you to lose who you were. That fighter, the one with fire in her eyes. Don’t lose that side of you.” My hands wash across her skin.

“I honestly thought you all hated me. Dante telling me I’m just another whore, Bear telling me I’m just like every other woman. You all calling me Princess, Gunner telling me I’m nothing more than a toy he is bored of.” Her head falls forward.

“And me, I told you that you weren’t worthy for any man to touch.” I didn’t mean it. I had been arguing with Dante, pleading that he let us stop. That we just tell her. She was there and crying, and I felt like I had to cuddle her. So, I spoke to make her run from me. Then after I felt like a jerk and beat the crap out of men in the club to try to release that feeling.

“I don’t know what to believe anymore.” Her words are quiet as I continue to wash her body.

“You’ll see, just don’t give up, Emmi. You can fight us for pleasure. You can do all that, just keep that fighter in you. You can give in and let Dante fuck you like that again but fight after like you would have done before.” I need her to realise the truth. I hope she doesn’t fuck us over; I know we hurt her. I just hope now she realises we care. If she gives her mum information, then what? Dante will want her dead, Gunner will get fun from torturing her. Then what? I feel like Candice will win then as well.

Three weeks of her living here and I already feel connected, and willing to fight. Maybe this is Candice’s idea, separate us using Emmi. I know now that if Dante told Gunner to have his fun and make her pay, I would stand up for her. Glancing down, I see her asleep. Gently, I climb out of the bath with her in my arms. After carefully drying her, I lie down in bed and cuddle her against me, my arms wrapped around her, trying to give her comfort.

I feel like it will take a lifetime to make up for this week. I just hope she wakes up and still has that fire in her. I struggle to sleep because every time I try to, I see her face, then Adelia’s, and I hate it. I hate that we made her feel like Adelia had felt. Even if it was in a different way and with good intentions. I get up briefly to unlock her cupboard before cuddling against her again.

Finally, I fall asleep.

When I wake, I find the bed empty. Looking around, I realise Emmi isn’t here. Once I put on the clothes I had been wearing before, I walk out, hearing a laugh. Hell, that sounds amazing. I hadn’t heard her laugh in over a week.

“Be glad you stopped me, and I caught your arm,” comes Emmi’s voice, clearly taunting.

“Why would I be glad you stabbed me?” Bear laughs.

“Because I was aiming for your fucking heart,” she says, and he laughs.

“Crazy bitch.” He’s right. I don’t doubt that she honestly aimed for his heart.

“You hurt me. I wanted to hurt you back.” I walk through and see the pain in her eyes. She meant it, even though she is laughing like it’s a joke. I sit down. I know they are waiting, waiting for her to do something, to tell her mum things. I just hope she doesn’t.

“Get dressed, Emmi, we have somewhere to go today,” Dante tells her.

She nods and walks off.

“If she does, it is our fault,” I say. We fucked her up.

“No excuses, Zane. Stop getting attached until we see what she does.”

I look at him and shake my head. “I spoke to her last night. She was genuinely hurt. I would want revenge as well if I was her. So, what’s the plan?” I ask.

“The plan is we carry on. There is nothing in businesses Emmi can tell her mum that is our weakness. So, there is no harm in her seeing everything. We wait, her mum will want to come by soon, we see then if she mentions anything. We watch her, give it a few weeks, then see.” Dante explains like it’s simple.

“If she keeps telling her mum things?” Gunner looks at him.

“Then I guess she gets the fate her mum wanted her to have. Not before we take care of her mum and Jamie, though.” Dante’s words are cold.

“Fuck you. Do whatever the fuck you want today. I’m not helping.” With that, I turn and walk off. I’m a fool. I should have kept my distance. Why the hell didn’t I?

Bear: Broken

I watch as Zane storms to his room, the door slamming as he does.

“Think about this, Dante. If she does it, yes, she fucks us over. Killing her, though, is that really the right choice? Especially when it is clear she is helping Zane.” I agree it is fucked up, but to do that when Zane seems to be attached.

“So what? We just forgive her and leave her living here? Pretend what she did meant nothing?” Dante asks.

“No, I’m not saying that. Make her see, do something, I don’t know. Let’s see what she does with her mum next time she’s here. If she tells her, then I don’t know, punish her if you must, but make her aware she can’t stay here if she’s going to do it. Hell, tell her the truth about her mum! She’s fighting for someone who doesn’t even fucking care, and you’re being a jerk and helping.” Turning, I walk away. I tried staying calm. I know, though, this isn’t Emmi’s fault. This is her family.

All of them, she is fighting to get back home, get freedom, and save her family without knowing the truth behind it all. She wouldn’t be if she knew. I turn back, Dante and Gunner looking at me.

“If this was Adelia, then what? Before you tell me not to bring her into it, I fucking am! Adelia was used to make the two sides go to war, and right now, Emmi’s mum is using her to do it. So, if you kill Emmi, you’re just as bad as the guys who hurt Adelia.” And with that, I walk out, down the corridor. I head into the gym. I need to avoid them. Sitting at the desk, I grab the laptop, not wanting to work near any of them. I get why Zane is hiding away. I get she is betraying us. But does she really have any choice? Hell, even if we weren’t assholes all week, she still doesn’t. She is still expected to give herself to us, so how can anyone blame her for wanting to find a way out of it?

“Oi.” Turning, I look at Gunner. “We have business to sort. Hiding away isn’t helping and will make it worse. So, for now, pretend nothing is going on. Zane is out there as well; Emmi is ready to leave. She’ll ask what is happening if you don’t.” Standing up, I nod.

“In no way does this mean I’m accepting what he wants.” When I go through, Emmi stood waiting; she looks happy. Like herself, almost.

“So, what is the plan for today?” Emmi asks, smiling.

“We have a few guys to visit,” Dante smiles back at her. By a few guys, he means the last few in on the plan to hurt Emmi. I turn and look at Dante, realising.

“Wait.” We can’t take her! If any of them mention it came from her mum, it will destroy her.

“Fireworks, Bear, just picture the fireworks.” He turns and walks out, with Emmi and Gunner following.

“Why would he take Emmi? If they mention her mum, it will destroy her!” Telling her would be manageable, but this?

“Dante knows what he’s doing. Let’s go.” Zane walks out, clearly trying to disconnect himself from everyone.

We get in the cars and drive, Emmi sat silently between Zane and me. Walking into the building, I look at the guys.

“I got them here. They have no idea why.” Gunner had found six of the guys and quickly ended them. He didn’t inflict as much pain as we expected him to. No doubt because we were all pushing Emmi away and he wasn’t in the mood. So, we’re left with three men. Dean, of course, is the fourth, but he’s getting left alone. For now.

“Dante.” One of the guys stands up.

“Sit down, Shaun.” Dante pulls up a seat and sits opposite them. “What do you three have in common?” Dante looks at them one by one.

“Nothing, never met before,” Shaun answers.

“You two, do you have another answer?” Dante asks, watching as their heads shake. “Well, you had a choice.” Then, turning, he looks at Emmi. “Come sit here.” She walks over to him, and he pulls her onto his lap.

“All yours, Gunner.” I watch as one of the men try to jump up to run, my hands slamming him back down onto his seat. Keeping my hand on his shoulder, I squeeze, and he screams. They shouldn’t have hidden. Had they not, they would have been found before and had quicker deaths.

“Who wants to be first?” Gunner smiles, holding out his dagger. Rolling my eyes at him, I shake my head.

“Or, you can start telling the truth, and I may make a deal with you.” Zane appears in front of them. “The one who is honest dies quickly. The other two, well, you’ll have a long day ahead of you.” Zane sits down, leaning forward.

“I don’t think they believe you.” Gunner laughs. Grabbing Shaun’s hand, he slams it onto the table. “Let’s have a pre-show while you decide.” He brings the dagger down into Shaun’s hand, pinning it to the table. Grabbing out another, he swings it over his thumb. My eyes go to Emmi, who is still sat on Dante’s knee, simply watching.

She has no idea who these three men are, no idea at all.

“Okay!” The guy I am holding down speaks up.

“Speak.” I squeeze his shoulder more, causing him to scream louder.

“We were asked if we wanted to help cause a war between your family and Solace. We’re stuck on one side of Solace City, banned from visiting the other side. We agreed to help. The plan was someone kidnaps the Princess, and we use her, spend the weekend breaking her. Then we dump her in your city and watch it unfold. I only know the guys taking part, not who set it up, nothing else, I swear.” He’s crying. Pulling out the gun, I hold it against his head.

“Deal’s a deal, right?” I look at Zane.

“Not yet. Anything else you know? Any other plans you’ve heard of?” Zane asks, and I know why he is asking. I watch Emmi for her reaction.

“They apparently have a way to get information to use against you, information that will help bring you down. They said if this fails, they’ll just keep going. They will find a way to get the Princess and hurt her.” I watch Emmi’s face, her body now tense. Now she knows we know, so what will she do? Zane nods at me. I pull the trigger; the guy's body falls forward.

“Looks like you two get fun with Gunner.” I step back and sit down, Zane also moving back as Gunner straps them down. Emmi sits quietly, her eyes on them. We sit back and watch Gunner, and I understand Dante’s plan. She now knows we know about her family getting information. She now sees fully what happens to people who try to hurt us. So, what will she choose to do? Is her freedom worth risking her life for? Something tells me it is.

“They’re dead, Gunner,” Dante laughs.

“Well, he decided to let one die quick. Where’s the fun in that?” Gunner complains.

“We got more information,” Zane points out. Which we did. Even Shaun spoke up.

“We didn’t get the names, though; we need the names of the new guys. They’re already started finding replacements, so now we need to find those.” Gunner looks at Emmi. All our eyes turning to her briefly. Will she tell her mum things or keep our secrets?

“Clean-up is on the way. Let’s get home. Emmi, your mum is coming tonight.” Dante stands and pulls her out, Gunner following as well.

“You think she will speak to her mum?” Zane looks at me.

“Yes, she wants her freedom, and right now, she has lost all trust in us. So yes, she will. I won’t blame her.” I won’t, but I know Dante will.

Once we get home, Emmi walks straight through to her room.

“So, the plan?” I look at Dante.

“We watch and see what she does, then we talk. Figure out what happens next. If she does, we talk to her, tell her we know and find out what she expects from us. I won’t kill her, even if she does stab us in the back,” Dante explains. Zane and I relax a little. So now we just wait.

“Right, go through. Her mum is here.” We walk through, Dante leaving to fetch Emmi. We sit and wait, looking around and all praying she doesn’t slip up.

“So, the plan if she tells her mum?” We look at Dante.

“We will talk after. Just shush,” Dante says, and we listen. I can see Emmi’s face; see she is battling with what to do. Her mum clearly using everything in her power to get Emmi to agree. I want to smile because she is refusing. Although I can see it on her face, she is ready to give in. I look at Zane, and it’s clear he isn’t going to let anyone hurt her.

“A new deal, Emmi.” I watch as her mum moves, placing something on the table. I can’t see what it is. “That card is yours. It has enough money for when you leave.” Her mum moves again, placing a phone next to it. “A phone, untraceable, so you can leave. You tell me everything you already know. I promise if you want out of the cities, you will be within a week.”

I stare at the screen. Dante’s hands are gripping the chair.

“I don’t know.” Emmi looks at her mum, clearly still battling with what to do.

“Fine, if I walk out of here today without information, I’m going to say that they disagreed. That the deal was cancelled years ago by their father, and they refused to uphold it. I will make sure Jamie gets pushed into this city. I will make it look like he is coming to save you, but he won’t make it.” Why is her mum so eager for information?

“You swear I can leave? You swear you won’t lie and hurt them, or Jamie?” She looks at her mum, and my head falls.

“I swear, now tell me everything.”

We listen to Emmi, yet even while she is telling her mum things, she isn’t. Dante is too fixed on the fact she did this to notice, but I have. She knows things, things that she can tell her mum. Things that will help her mum. She knows our primary security by name, yet not once did she try to mention them. Why? I sit and watch the screen as her mum disappears again.

“We talk, then I will decide the way forward.” Dante stands and storms out.

“We can’t let him,” Zane says.

“She came here intending to steal information, to be our downfall, and she has just agreed again. So, I don’t care.” Gunner walks out.

“We will sort it, Zane.” That is all I can say as I walk through and find Dante and Gunner sat together. Emmi is nowhere to be seen.

“She's in bed. I just peeked through.” Zane sits down. “Let’s talk, and I mean talk.” He looks at Dante pointedly.

“Okay, so the way I see it, she came here to get information. That can’t just be forgotten. After that week, we messed her up, sure, we deserved it. Today? We have been nothing but nice since then, and she still gave up information,” Dante says.

“She didn’t say yes! She was being manipulated,” Zane insists. “Her mum clearly was trying everything to get her to agree.” He has a point.

“Which makes her weak. Next week a stranger manipulating her, saying they will kill Jamie if she doesn’t help? She's a liability.” Dante explains, and while his words are right, he is wrong.

“She only did it because it is her mum. Do you really think she wouldn’t tell us if it was a random guy? Come on, Dante, it’s her family.” I laugh slightly. “If she really wanted to, why didn’t she give real details, names of the guys, all that?” Instead, she gave the bare minimum.

“She still spoke.” Dante stares at us.

“Yes, she did, but throwing her out on the street, killing her. Hell, even sending her back to her mum knowing her mum wants her dead and planned everything makes you worse.” I hear the gasp and turn to see Emmi staring at us.

Emmi: Mistakes

Today with my mum ended badly. I was so sure these guys were genuine, but if they were, why lock me up? Why not let me have freedom? They say it is to keep me safe but how safe is it really? They seemed to want to protect me from those guys, from that plan. Somewhere though, they still don’t want me here. I see it in Dante’s eyes. He still looks at me like he’s waiting for something.

I feel like he’s waiting for the day I disappear, and he no longer has the burden of me. I know they didn’t want to marry me or have this burden. I thought I was doing well, then she mentioned Jamie, mentioned lying about them. I feel like I should fight my mum, but if I do, then what? I don’t even know. But hiding away won’t help. I need a drink, something to settle my mind. I feel awful. I should never have told her those things.

“Killing her. Hell, even sending her back to her mum knowing her mum wants her dead and planned everything makes you worse.” I hear Bear’s words and a gasp escapes my mouth. My mum… I stare at them. Are they lying?

“Sit.” Dante looks at me. He is mad? Why is he mad at me?

“No.” I won’t sit. What the hell do they know about my mum that I don’t?

“You have a choice, and I suggest you sit, Princess, as right now I’m not in the mood. We know everything, including what you told your mum, the phone, the bank card, everything.” Dante glares at me. Shit. I run to my room to lock myself in, but before I can, a hand grabs me by the hair. I scream as I’m pulled backwards.

"Dante!" Zane shouts as Dante throws me onto the sofa. Gunner glares at me, holding the dagger and running it along his jeans. I’m dead. I’m fucking dead.

“Go on then! Do it! Like it matters anymore!” They’re going to, even I know they are.

“Look, we tried to cancel this deal. Emmi, your mum, and dad refused. Your mum wanted rid of you because you’re a burden. The plan was to get information from you. Not just that, but the plan to kidnap you and everything else, was her plan as well. She is using you to take us down.” Zane looks at me, his face full of guilt.

“I should care. I should give a shit. But I don’t. I’m just a pawn to everyone, to my parents, to you lot as well. I am a pawn to you as well, just something to play with when you’re bored.” So, I don’t care anymore.

“You have a choice, Emmi. Which side are you on? You can’t say ours and then change your mind again next week when your mum threatens Jamie,” Dante shouts at me, my body squirming as Gunner runs his dagger along my bare legs, scratching slightly.

“You’re not killing me?” I look up at him, shocked.

“Believe me, I wanted to.” He glances to Zane, then back at me. “I won’t kill you. That is a promise, but you choose now.” Hell, how can I choose my mum? She wants me dead. These four have stopped that happening. Yet, saying I choose them feels like a life sentence. They are my best option right now, though.

“You. Even if it comes down to Jamie and you guys, I chose you.” Jamie is on my mum’s side, and something tells me he knows everything.

“Good,” Dante says. I watch as Zane and Bear relax, then glance at Gunner’s dagger as he drags it along my leg again.

“So that’s it?” I stand, ready to escape, to breathe.

“No, I said I wouldn’t kill you. Not that I wouldn’t make sure it never happens again.”

Shit. I try to run past him, but he grasps my neck as he pulls me back, throwing me onto the chair and leaning over me.

“Dante!” Zane rises sharply.

“Fuck you!” I scream. I spit at him, and he grasps my neck tighter.

“Oh, you will wish I am soon, trust me.” He turns to look at them. “Get out.” Wait, no. I stare at Zane, trying to shake my head. “I said she wouldn’t die, and she won’t. Out.” I watch helplessly as they walk out, leaving me with Dante, leaving me fighting against him.

“So, you’re not going to kill me?” What the hell is he planning?

He laughs, his head lowering. “No, just hurt you so much that you realise what is to come if you ever try fucking us over again.”

I scream, feeling his teeth biting against my ear, and fuck it hurts. The tears build in my eyes, my hips pushing up to his body. He moves back and stands up, and I take the chance to try and run, but he grabs me easily and throws me back into the chair.

“You can’t escape. Now clothes off.” I shake my head at him. “You either take this punishment, take this warning, or your decision to be on our side isn’t worth shit.” He looks at me, waiting. I begin to remove my clothes, his eyes on my body. Hell, the way he is looking at me is a turn on. His eyes are full of anger and lust. I bite my lip and hear him snicker.

“Everything. I want you entirely naked.” He stands waiting. So, I remove the lingerie, leaving myself with only my hands to try and cover my body. If this is what it takes to prove I’m on their side, I will. He crosses the room, stopping at the table, and orders me to him. I walk over and stand before him, waiting.

“Now, can I trust you to bend over this table and stay there while I grab something?” he asks. Hell, I could run and hide, but that would just make this worse. I do as he says and hear him walking out.

Five minutes later, he walks back in. Immediately, he pulls my hands above my head, a rope wrapping around them before tying them to the table. He straps my legs down and open, keeping me bent over the table.

Something hits my ass and I jump, an involuntary scream leaving me. Whatever it is hits again, and another scream escapes me. He keeps going, each swing of it inflicting more pain, yet there is a pleasure to it too. Somehow, maybe because while he is doing it, I’m naked, and every now and then I see him, I see the hardness in his jeans. He continues going, each spank getting harder.

“You’re lucky.” His words make me laugh. I feel him lean over me, pulling my head up so his eyes can look into mine. “Laugh again, and I will do what I planned. I was saying, you’re lucky you’re still a virgin, or I would be torturing your perfect ass and pussy.” His words send shivers through me, my hips trying to push back as I feel his cock straining against his jeans, pressed up against my ass.

Then he stands up, his fingers pushing into my opening and teasing. “Luckily for you, that will have to wait until next time you fuck up.”

I moan, feeling his fingers move faster, the orgasm right there, then he stops. Moaning, I grip the rope as he does it again and once again stops as I am about to orgasm. Is this his plan? Leave me wanting one, leave me until I’m begging?

I feel a toy push into my sex, the vibrations on low, too low. He is. He’s set to make me scream from frustration. As something once again hits my ass, I yelp. My body is begging for a release.

It feels like hours have passed. Hours of that damn toy teasing me. Hours of whatever Dante is holding hitting my ass. Hours of his hands constantly touching me, his mouth biting along my body, causing me to scream with pain and pleasure. The tears still soak my face, and so many have already dried.

“You haven’t learnt your lesson yet.” His words are cold, and I jump as his fingers push into my sex alongside the vibrating egg. My body craves anything, any form of release. My screams are now constant, but I don’t want to give in. I don’t want to beg, and hell, I don’t want to apologise. Part of me is worried tomorrow he’ll go right back to avoiding me.

He moves back, and I almost orgasm immediately as his mouth wraps around my bud and suck.

“Your cunt is perfect,” he teases, his breath washing over my pussy, his tongue beginning to tease me as I cry out more. The vibrations are still constant. Crying, I grasp the rope, his teeth biting against my clit. I can’t do this.

“I’m sorry!” I scream, giving in and actually meaning it. His tongue continues teasing fast, yet every time I get closer to that orgasm, he stops again. My cries of sorry and please getting louder. I need sleep, and hell, my body fucking hurts. Everything hurts, but I don’t care as long as he lets me finish.

“Please, I’m sorry. Please!” Crying, I let my head drop forward as the tears fall. I feel him moving away, everything stopping, and the toy is removed. No, he is actually stopping before letting me orgasm?

The rope loosens and he removes it entirely. Pulling me up, he turns me, sitting me on the table to face him. Oh shit. Moaning, I look at his face, hell, his look right now just makes me want to fuck him.

“Never, and I mean never, cross me again, Emmi, because that was nothing. Next time, it will be pure pain until you can’t breathe again,” he snarls harshly as I nod.

“So that’s it?” Is that my punishment?

He laughs, shaking his head. “Oh no, Gunner wants to make sure you get the message, and well, Zane and Bear may as well. From me though? Yes.” I feel my body relax, for now anyway. I want a cuddle, but I’m not sure if I should ask.

“What, Emmi?” He looks at me, and I see the worry. Maybe I look like I am about to reveal another secret? I don’t think I could take all that again, and he doesn’t look like he can give it again right now either.

“I just wanted to ask for a cuddle but wasn’t sure I should.”

He smiles, moving closer to me, his arms wrapping around my body. “Never be afraid to ask, sugar, never.” He pulls me in, and the tears start falling again as he carries me through to his room.

“I am sorry, really sorry.” I am, hell, I didn’t even think. I agreed with my mum, which was a stupid thing to do after seeing Bear in that place cutting of that man’s hand. After seeing Gunner and his crazed torture techniques.

“Don’t worry about it. You’ve proven you’re sorry. You’ve proven you choose us.” He steps into the bathroom, my body still wrapped around his. He fills the bath and steps in with me. A hiss escaping my mouth as the water hits my body where the cuts are. I feel myself settling against him, though.

“Why the others?” I assumed him punishing me would be enough.

“Well, Gunner feels betrayed. He trusted you more than us all. He let you into that room, let a man walk free for you. But Bear, he probably won’t.” I feel myself relaxing at that.

“Zane?” He didn’t mention Zane.

“You told your mum our stories, about our childhoods. No one else knows that. Zane trusted you. He told you his secret that no one but his family knows.” Shit, I didn’t even think.

“I’m sorry.” I feel like crying again.

“Don’t apologise again. Who knows? Maybe them hearing you scream all night made them decide not to punish you as well.” His words are soft as his hand washes over my body.

“They heard?”

“Zane came out to rescue you. He saw you, saw me, and decided against it. He wanted to, though, so did Bear when he came out.” So, they all saw me, then.

He climbs out of the bath and starts slowly drying me. I watch as he carefully dabs my skin dry rather than rubbing it. When he places me on the bed, he keeps me on my stomach, his body straddling mine just below my ass.

I feel his hands rub across my skin, feel the cream on them. Moaning, I wiggle against him feeling his cock harden. Shit, he’s naked. I try to wiggle closer, my body shooting with pleasure as I feel his cock against my sex.

He chuckles slightly. “Behave. You need to sleep and heal.” His hands move down, slowly across my ass. I jump and cry out as he rubs the cream in. Okay, so my ass apparently is bad. I feel him move, his arm wrapping around me.

“Sleep, sugar.” His mouth presses against my neck. I stay on my stomach and debate moving. Do I face him or have my back to him? If I face him, I can wrap my leg around his body. If I turn the other way, well, my ass can rub against his cock.

Laughing in my mind, I turn in his arms. My ass sticking out and pushing against his cock, the feel of it hardening making me smile. I feel him groan and move away from me, the cover getting pushed between our bodies.

“Pussy,” I whisper. He is hiding from me.

I feel him flip me onto my back, his body towering over mine as his fingers delve straight into me, moving quickly as I scream and moan, ready to orgasm, and he stops. My eyes widen, and I watch as he lifts his fingers and sucks them into his mouth.

“Not a pussy, but if I fucked you now, I wouldn’t stop all week, and you would be dead.” He moves next to me, rolling me over. I feel the blanket tucked between us. I won’t fight, hell, not if he’s going to keep teasing and stopping. His words are a threat, so I give in and let him hold me as I fall asleep.