THE MAFIA’S PET

In the room, which was wide and spacious. It was dark as curtains had drawn over many windows that were present,

Diaz sat on a chair, lost in thoughts as he stared at his ceiling.

“Henry!”

He yelled, his voice shooking the corners of the room and almost immediately, Henry came running inside.

“Yes boss.”

He replied immediately he entered the room, standing beside Diaz.

He was the only one allowed to enter Diaz room.

“I want a full background check on Maddison Petrovert. I want every tiny and lost details about her and I want it as fast as possible.”

Diaz ordered not taking a slight glimpse at the young man who stood beside him.

“Yes boss”

Henry replied and left the room.

“Maddison. Maddison.”

Diaz slowly called out and chuckled, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey which was beside him on the table.

Not less than 30 minutes later, His phone rang in his pocket and he quickly took it out and answered the call without even looking at the contact.

“What did you find?”

He asked, it was obvious he knew who was calling him without even having to look at it.

“There is nothing on her boss, there is no one with the name Maddison Petrovert, she doesn’t even exist in the database.”

Henry replied from the other end of the line and Diaz chuckled.

“Good job Henry.”

He muttered and hung up the call.

He knew it!

He had his suspicion the first day he met her.

Diaz knew her name was Maddison but her surname was definitely not Petrovert.

He knew it because she didn’t stammered while saying her name “Maddison” but she stammered while saying”Petrovert”.

She lied to him.

His suspicion raised today also at the party while they were dancing.

For someone who did different kinds of odd jobs, her hands were too soft and her steps were flawless.

She dances too well for someone who was born on the streets.

“Just what are you hiding little pet?”

He asked no one in particular, bringing the glass of whiskey to his lips and slowly took a sip from it.

He was furious and the same time excited.

She had the guts to lie to him.

she fucking had the guts to lie to him.

“No one keeps a secret from Diaz Alberto, no one apart from you Maddison, just what are you hiding?”

He asked and smirked as he yet took another sip from his glass of whiskey.

He would make sure he slowly uncover her secrets, bit by bit, every tiny and little secrets until there is nothing more to hide but untill then…

“Let the game begin”

He muttered and smirked, taking another sip from his glass of whiskey.

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“Oh no, please not today uncle Damien, please don’t, I’m still feeling pains from last night, please don’t.”

A young girl pleaded with tears streaming down her cheeks, staring at the monster infront of her who was already unbuckling his belt.

Her eyes holding dread and hatred in them.

Her pleas fell on deaf ear as her uncle Damien harshly tore her clothes revealing her tiny body full of scars which she got from his numerous beating.

He made his way to her and parted her trembling legs and lust was visibly seen in his eyes.

His hand forcefully grabbed her left breast, squeezing it harshly, earning a painful Yelp from her lips and more tears poured out of her eyes.

“Please uncle, please.”

The girl pleaded, her voice somewhere melancholic but that didn’t seem to matter to the man.

“Not today Maddie.”

He muttered and harshly thrusted into her.

“Nooooooo”

Maddison yelled, waking up from her nightmare while sweating profusely and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Her heart was beating faster than normal in her chest and her breath came out very fast.

She just had it again.

The nightmares she had every single night.

“You’re so tight Maddison, my sweet little whore.”

His words replayed in her head and she shivered with great fear.

“It’s was just a dream pet, just a dream and nothing more.”

She heard a voice boom beside her and she flinched in fear.

Slowing turning to the direction of the voice, Maddison saw Diaz sitting on a chair beside her bed.

In his hands was an old book and his back was turned against her as he stared at the city through the window.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Has he been here for a long time?

Was he watching her sleep?

What the hell was he even doing in her room?

“You scared the shit out of me!”

She half yelled, glaring at Diaz like she was about to chop off his head.

“And what are you doing in my room?”

She asked him, dragging the bedsheets closer to her body and he chuckled.

“Is that a good way of saying good morning to your master?”

Diaz asked not making an attempt of replying her question.

“Good morning Mas… ter”

Maddie said stressing the word “master” rolling her eyes which in turn made Diaz lips quirked up.

She really had guts.

“Have your bath and come downstairs pet, we are having some visitors.”

Diaz announced, standing up from where he sat seconds ago, making his way towards the door.

“And make sure you wear something sexy and at the same time beautiful.”

He ordered, staring at one last time before he finally left the room.

“I have to start locking my door at night.”

Maddie mumbled, getting up from the big comfy bed and lazily dragged her feets to the bathroom.

She had a quick shower and came out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her body and also her hair.

“Hmmm, something sexy, something beautiful.”

She repeated his words, now standing in front of her wardrobe contemplating on what to wear.

“This will do.”

She uttered, bringing out a short strapless beautiful black gown from the wardrobe.

She applied lotion on her skin and a smile curved on her lips, discovering the small changes of her skin. Her numerous scars were slowly fading away.

She combed her hair and let it fall across her shoulders as she slowly wore the black strapless gown.

The gown hung tightly on her body, revealing her sexy curves in the right places and she couldn’t help but to admire herself.

She sure looked hella sexy right now.

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In the living room, Diaz was awed beyond amazement, seeing Maddison walking down the stairs like a sexy goddess that she was.

She looked breathtaking.

She wore a black strapless gown which exposed some of her cleavages and it stopped just above her knees, revealing her sexy figures.

She definitely knew what he meant by when he’d said “sexy.”

“Master”

Her velvety voice called, getting to him.