Elena;
The room was warm and fuzzy as I tried to get my bearings. Whatever it was I was given back at… Blazes or whatever it was called.. got my head all messed up.
Like I was here, but I wasn’t.
I knew the moment we stepped into the Club, how everyone’s eyes settled on me. At some point, I got my bearings, just to see Michael lunging at me. Only that he didn’t come close.
As I stood in this strange comfy room, my eyes darted around in confusion as his words kept playing in my head.
The familiar twin poles at the corner of the room caught my eye, letting me know I was in the VVIP room of the Club where I worked.
But just as soon as I was trying to grasp the realization of his words, the door opened and I turned sharply, meeting the gaze of my father.
I felt my heart skip as I made eye contact with him. Not from fear, but from the suddenness of it all.
I was hyper-alert at the moment, as I saw him being pulled forcefully into the room.
He was dragged into the room by Angelo’s men and pushed to the floor in front of Angelo, his knees forced to kneel before him.
It was kinda hard to believe, that the man in front of me, was my father. Aside from his clothes which had been rumpled, obviously from the grabbing, he looked like he had been having a good time.
“Eric Donovan,” Angelo’s voice was low and menacing as he regarded him with a stern expression, “Nice of you to show up.”
His voice was low, but enough to cause a shiver to run down anyone’s spine. Like there was an underlying meaning to his words.
Sure enough, my father’s eyes widened, “Please, please…” his voice was frantic as he looked up at Angelo, fright evident in his every action. He could be cocky when he wanted to be, but obviously, he was nothing compared to Angelo.
His eyes darted toward me, and I realized my fists were clenched tightly in my hands, my breathing getting harder.
Angelo grabbed a glass, hurling it over the room and I watched as it shattered.
“The greatest mistake you ever made, Eric, was stealing from me. And do you know what’s worse? You had the effrontery to make a run for it. You, of all, should know how I deal with thieves and traitors.”
He motioned to his men in the room and they grabbed him by the neck until his legs dangled off the floor.
“No… no,” his screams were loud as he tried to scurry away.
All too sudden, he turned, pointing at me, “Here, this is my daughter, Elena… I offered her to you.. you can have her…” He choked out.
I blinked, suddenly caught unaware. Unbelieving of his words.
Angelo raised a hand, and his men halted, “I didn’t quite catch that, Eric. What did you just say?”
My gaze settled on my father who quickly crawled toward me, latching his hands on my legs as he nudged me forward, “You.. you can have her. Do to her whatever you please .. however you wish. Until… until I can provide it, please.”
My eyes widened at his words. I was stunned. I knew my Dad was cruel, but I never knew he could stoop to this level. Sometimes I wonder if we were blood-related.
My lips quivered, mostly from hurt rather than anger.
“Dad..” I was trying so damn hard to control my quivering voice, as I took a deep breath, “Seriously, Dad? Are you being serious right now?”
I slowly raised my head to Angelo, and his eyes were on me, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
I gulped, “No! I will not…”
“Very well, Eric,” Angelo interjected, “I cannot deny that your daughter might prove to be very useful,” his hands settled on the sides of the sofa he was sitting on, his legs sprawled apart.
The look in his eyes was intense, maintained eye contact with me, “I would be sure to make very good use of her.”
“Besides,” he continued, “You owe me double now, Eric. She belongs to me, alone. Whatever business you had with the club owner too, has been settled.”
I would have missed it, but I saw his hand swiftly move behind him and in an instant, a gunshot was heard.
A loud guttural scream escaped my father’s lips and it took me a second to register he had just been shot.
He clutched at his hands as blood seeped through it.
“That would teach you a lesson, never to take what does not belong to you, Donovan,” he motioned to his men and they pulled him off his feet, dragging him out of the room.
The door closed and I let out a breathy exhale.
“Now, dear. Where have we left off?” He said, nonchalantly, taking a sip from the bottle.
“Your task has just officially begun,” he motioned to me, with two fingers, “Come here.”
I stood still, wondering just what I had gotten myself into.
“Do you want me to make you, rather?”
I swallowed hard, as I took a step backward, dreading whatever it was he wanted me to do.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Not when I’m obviously on my best behavior today.”
He spread his arms over the sofa he was sitting on, sprawling his legs apart. “I won’t say it again, Elena. Get your ass over here. Right now.”
His deep menacing tone got me taking a step forward, realizing I had no choice but to do as he asked. It was hard to believe he owed me now.
Slowly, I took tentative steps towards him, watching as his eyes roamed over my body –on the skimpy lingerie I was putting on –leaving little to the imagination.
Stopping a few inches before him, he quickly stretched forward, grabbing a hold of my arm, and pulling me to him.
My breath hitched as I felt his arms clutch my neck, “Make me repeat myself ever again, and I would double the pain I’d make you feel.”
He let go that instant, the sharp action, causing me to almost lose my balance.
“Kneel!” I heard him say in a commanding tone. I had to bite my lips to refrain the tears from falling down my cheeks as I slowly got on my knees before him.