Chapter 25

Book:The Mafia King’s Toy Published:2025-2-8

NERTHUS
Before I can catch my breath, he lowers his mouth on my breast, sucking my strained nipple between his lips. Moaning lowly, I wrap my arms around his head, pulling him closer to me, having him groan approvingly. As he sucks at my breasts, I drive my hand through his hair and automatically lift my leg, feeling him grabbing my thigh.
He bites into my nipple, making me hiss in pain and releasing him.
“We better get back, beautiful.”
He starts walking back to the bar as I start dressing back up.
“Go to hell!”
“Oh, I’m already there, darling.”
Calculating the amount of time I spent with my favorite wet dream, it is a good thing that Derek sees me entering from outside. Flattening my hair, I sit back flashing him a big smile and apologize for my long absence.
“I had to step out for a bit. Sorry, but the drinks are quite good.” We chuckle through it and engage into our chatting rather fast. I’m surprised that after about 20 minutes, the men sitting next to us get up and leave. While Derek seems to be quite relieved, I’m disappointed.
Stupid me.
After another round of drinks, we get up and walk out, still talking and laughing. Soon enough, he has his arm wrapped around me and all I can think of is that, hopefully, it will provoke a certain someone.
“I’ll drive you home.”
“Thank you, but I don’t think you should drive. Why don’t we share a cab?”
“Aah, come on. Don’t be such a stickler. Come!”
We get into his car and, even if with a bad feeling, I give him the same address, I give all my clients.
The apartment I share with Jenna.
Soon enough, I recognize that he is taking a wrong turn and as I mention it, he just chuckles. The next time he apologizes and the third time he says he knows a shortcut.
Of course.
But I know exactly where this shortcut is going to lead to. It’s not the first time that I’m sitting in such a car.
“Derek, please. I’m not in the mood…”
“Ah, Come on, babe. We are having fun, right? Just let go a bit. You are always so stuck-up.”
He stops just under a high bridge that seems like a dead end. And is certainly miles away from my apartment.
Shit.
Killing the motor, he turns to me with a grin while I just look at him annoyed. “Would you please drive me home, Derek?”
“I will drive you home safe and sound, but first,” he leans in to caress a strand out of my face and I flinch. “I want a little something.”
Leaning away from him, I cross my arms across my chest, scoffing. “This one is old, Derek. I’m not sucking your dick for a drive home. I’ll just call a cab.”
He tsks as I take out my phone and laughs, snatching it out of my hands. “Well, you see. Cabs don’t come out here often. This isn’t quite the neighborhood to be.”
“What is a weakling like you doing here then?”
He laughs, putting his arm over my shoulder and leans to say another atrocity as a black SUV drives up behind us. With a flashing of its lights, it seems to signal us to move out of the way before it turns them off.
“Derek! We should really go.”
Maybe he is just stupid for his own good, or maybe he is just too drunk. But he doesn’t even get it as two men get out of the SUV to approach us. Only as one of them ends up standing next to my window and the other one knocks at the driver’s window, he gets a bit agitated.
“God, Derek. Drive away!”
He lets out a shrill scream, even higher than mine, as the driver’s window gets knocked in. Glass springs everywhere, and I cover, while I hear his door getting opened, and him teared out of the car. The first kick must have landed into his stomach as he lets out a gagging groan. Just as I look up to see him covering on the floor, my attention gets attracted to the other man, glaring at me through the window.
“Open the door!”
Trying to think about how I could switch to the driver’s seat and try to drive away, risking my life in the process, I look over to Derek, who is still getting beat up on the floor. The man standing next to my window knocks on the glass, getting my attention back on him.
“Open the door! I don’t want to break the glass and hurt you.” He says loudly.
I open the door hesitantly, and it practically gets teared out of my grip as the man opens it abruptly. He grabs my arm and drags me to the SUV. Derek is still whimpering on the ground as I get forced to climb into the car and the man closes the door behind me. I hear him shouting at the other man who leaves Derek on the floor and gets into the driver seat.
“Seat belt, Ma’am!” One of them orders, and I slip into the seat to put my seat belt on as the driver drives out from under the bridge in reverse.
While I’m staying quiet in the back seat, the two in the front seats discuss some game that must have just ended. The one that had me abducted from Derek’s car has an accent that strongly resembles Dario’s. He speaks quite a lot while the other one talks a lot less but, as much I can recognize, accent-free.
At first, I thought they would take me into Rodberg’s tower as I can make out the blocks staring up through the tinted glass. But as they pass the tower without even slowing down, I get a little nervous. But as the SUV turns into a narrow street that looks like a dumpster and starts descending a ramp to an empty underground factory building, I must admit that I’m straight out panicking. Driving me through the entire city, they don’t even speak a word to me until the man with the accent pulls me out of the car again.
“Out! Keep your head down!”