IT WAS A MISTAKE

TRIGGER WARNINGS FROM THE AUTHOR: THIS CHAPTER MIGHT CONTAIN A HIGH STEAMY SCENE.
Gianna pulled the trigger, and nothing happened. With horror in her eyes, she gazed at Leonardo. “Wait, what the fuck did you do? Why isn’t the gun…?”
Leonardo snapped in with a scoff. “Did you even care to check if there were bullets in the gun before taking any action?” he inquired, and Gianna stared down at the pistol, her pulse racing rapidly. She cautiously pulls back the pistol magazine to check whether there are any bullets, and surprisingly, it is empty and worthless.
Gianna’s face lit up with realization. Her self-confidence instantly vanished, and fear overtook her. She knew she was doomed. “You knew there were no bullets in the gun.” Gianna remarked coolly.
“That’s right,” Leonardo responded with a proud smirk on his face as he lowered his hand. “That is a fake gun. I use it for threats.” He added.
Out of shock, Gianna let go of the pistol and it fell to the ground.
“Now I have to keep the promise I made to you,” he said, taking a step closer while Gianna cringed back in dread. “To ruin you,” Leonardo said with a devious grin.
She shook her head in disapproval. “No. You did it on purpose; that’s why you didn’t stop me,” Gianna retorted.
“And that’s why I asked you to think about it. You should have reasoned when I offered you the opportunity to recoil, but you messed up.”
“Please accept my apologies”, Gianna frantically babbled. “It was a mistake; I didn’t mean to. Please, I will do anything you ask; please don’t kill me,” she cried, taking a step back from him as she was armless and lacked a weapon to combat him if he charged at her for attempting to murder him.
Leonardo laughed, “You are sorry?” He questioned her, and she nodded, not knowing what else to say. “I was about to show some humanity and let you go, but you decided you don’t deserve it all because of your stupidity.” As he said, Gianna felt a chill go down her spine.
Gianna shook her head and clasped her hands together as tears streamed down her face and smeared her scarlet cheeks while she pleaded for his mercy. “I beg of you, please let me go. I wasn’t in my right state of mind when I seized the gun and tried to kill you.”
“And what if you killed me? Would you still say the same?” Leonardo inquired, but she didn’t respond. She would have definitely used him as bait to get out of here. Leonardo approached Gianna and grabbed her neck, his fingernails digging excruciatingly deep into her throat, causing her to whimper.
Gianna’s body shook in fear as he held her in place. She reached forth and seized his wrist in her grasp, struggling to move his rough hand away from her neck. His whole hand squeezed into her throat, his finger almost shattering the bones in her neck. She began flailing furiously, attempting to take a breath. She couldn’t breathe or see straight, as she could feel her life leaving her body. “Please let me go,” Gianna managed to say gently with the last breaths that left her throat.
He grinned while gritting his teeth. It was so satisfying to see her in pain. “First, your father betrayed me by selling my secret warehouse, and now you’ve attempted to murder me. What else do I expect from you if I let you go?” He asked, his eyes darkening as he tightened his grip on her neck. He was desperate to kill her, and all she could do was gasp for air that couldn’t get past her throat.
Gianna knew she was dead. He was going to kill her because she was helpless and couldn’t do anything to stop him. He overpowered her in strength. He was a beast. Her face turns bright crimson, as though it were about to burst. “Please don’t kill me,” she implored feebly, sniveling between gasps and unable to think of anything other than saving her own life.
Leonardo smirked and shoved her away, forcing her to land on her back against the floor.
Gianna began panting in short bursts, urgently trying to regain her breath. She stroked her neck, causing the ache to fade gradually.
“I’m not stupid enough to kill you when you can be useful,” Leonardo remarked, his gaze fixed on his wrist as he unbuttoned his shirt’s cufflinks.
Gianna shivered and looked up at him. “For what?” She inquired, but he ignored her question and didn’t respond.
Leonardo turned and exited the room, shutting the door behind him, before turning to face Francesca, who was being held captive with a pistol pointed at the back of her head by the side of the door. Francesca remained mute the entire time, listening to her daughter’s faint whimper from within the room but being powerless to do anything.
“Bring her to the stage,” Leonardo ordered his henchmen, then followed the backdoor and made his way to the backstage while Francesca was hauled in his direction from behind.
The stripper performing in front of the crowd detected Leonardo’s presence immediately as he entered the stage, and they all hurried out. It was a symbol of respect, and leaving the stage was part of the rule so they wouldn’t be used as a scapegoat.
Two men, holding Francesca in both arms, hoisted her to her feet on the platform. She had never been naked in front of a bunch of people before, and she felt extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed by the attention of all the men and women in the crowd directed towards her on the stage.
Another man appeared with a microphone on the stage and stated, “Attention”. The man’s words echoed across the whole room’s sound system, and everyone turned their attention to the stage and was startled as they saw Leonardo standing on stage.
The commotion in the audience subsided as they stayed focused at the stage.
The man handed Leonardo the microphone and bowed before leaving the stage.
“Welcome to the home of pleasure,” he said, and everyone applauded for a second before the stillness returned. He continued, “Pains, and mostly… ‘Death!’,” Leonardo added, and everyone felt a cold chill run down their spine from the gravity that held the word “death.”
“This woman standing here is for sale, and she could give you all the pleasure you want,” Leonardo said.
On hearing his remark, Francesca screamed in outrage. “I am not a fucking whore!”
Leonardo smirked and proceeded: “1 million ITL to have her as your sex slave,” he declared, and Francesca began to thrash in the men’s muscular grip.
“2 million,” a woman’s voice boomed over the crowd as she lifted her right hand up to make herself seen.
Leonardo’s gaze was drawn to her; she is a mid-aged English woman, dressed in a black suit with a tight-fitting black skirt that barely covers her thighs and her long, slender legs.
“4 million ITL, she’s old, and I bet her pussy isn’t fleshy and tight like a teenage girl’s vagina,” A man mocked, and everyone burst out laughing.
Leonardo had an idea. If Francesca is unable to perform the task, Gianna is qualified. He looked at his henchmen and nodded, signaling them to move Francesca closer.
Francesca stopped resisting out of terror as they got near Leonardo.
Leonardo grabbed her hair and yanked her free from the men’s hold. He forcibly wrenched her hair back, and the woman groaned in anguish, helpless to do anything.
“Please don’t do this to me; I’m a mother,” Francesca cried, looking Leonardo in the eyes. His eyes exhibited no guilt, as it reminds him of how his mother had begged for mercy while being sexualized in front of him. He was only seventeen years old at the time.
“The last one have her”, Leonardo said to the crowd.
“10 million ITL for her”, the English woman yelled.
“10 million it is,” Leonardo muttered, tossing Francesca into the crowd, which gobbled her up and tortured her as she cried. Just like how his mother cried for mercy while being viciously fucked by Ricco.
“Make sure you take the old woman to her master after you get the money,” Leonardo instructed his two henchmen, who nodded before leaving the stage to retrieve Francesca from the crowd. He turned to face the audience. “I need two men, 21 million each, for a VIP gangbang,” he stated, and five muscular men quickly raised their hands. They wouldn’t want to miss out on a unique offer from their mob boss and sex club owner. ‘Perfect, five it is, and a whole lot of cash,’ he said inwardly. “Maximum, bring them upstairs”, He ordered his henchmen and dropped the mic as he left the stage, while his henchmen summoned the five men to the stage and brought them from behind into the room where Gianna had been locked.
Leonardo unlocked the door and led the five men into the room.
The five men admired Gianna’s nakedness with lust in their eyes. As they approached Gianna, she curled herself into her arm. They were beaming broadly with delight as they gazed down at her vulnerable, nude body on the floor. The men parted slightly, giving Leonardo enough space to view Gianna from the entrance as they encircled her.
Gianna lifted her head to gaze at Leonardo and was startled as she became aware of the men surrounding her. They were all in their mid-forties, strong, and covered in eerie (frightening) tattoos that gave them a menacing appearance. They all appear to be gangsters. She surveyed the men surrounding her and stooped when she noticed Leonardo in the midst of them all, smiling from the doorway. She was appalled.
“What did you do to my mother?” Gianna let out a furious scream.
“It’s quite simple, but I will explain while you’re being fucked,” Leonardo stated with a mischievous grin, and the five men began pulling off their pants.
Gianna shuddered in terror, knowing what was going to happen to her.