Enzo Romano, the formidable head of the Romano Family and a ruthless mafia boss, ran his hand through his fiery red hair, the strands gleaming in the dim light of the smoke-filled room. He took a long, deliberate drag of his cigar, the tip flaring as he inhaled, before exhaling a plume of smoke that curled towards the ceiling. His golden eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto the man standing before him. Ben, the bastard, had dug himself into a hole so deep he might as well have been standing at the gates of hell itself. He was drowning in debt, having gambled away money he never had in the first place. The total stood at over $800,000, a staggering sum he had no hope of repaying. Enzo had given him chance after chance, warning after warning, and still the fool had continued to gamble, throwing good money after bad. Now, he was nothing more than a dead man walking. His only value lay in the possibility that his organs might still be in good enough condition to harvest and sell.
With a chilling calm, Enzo drew his gun from its holster, the metal glinting in the light. The silencer attached to the barrel seemed to stretch on forever, a menacing promise of the fate that awaited Ben. He waved the weapon lazily in the air, the motion a casual display of the danger that loomed over the indebted man. "Enough of your excuses, Ben," Enzo spat, his voice as cold as ice. "Pay what you owe me now, in cash, or I'll take my payment in a different way." Ben's face turned a sickly shade of green as he stared down the barrel of the gun. He stuttered and stammered, pure, undiluted fear coursing through his veins. "Please, no! I-I-I don't have the cash," he begged, his voice cracking. Enzo merely raised an eyebrow, his aim never wavering. "Is that so?" he drawled, the click of the hammer being cocked echoing through the room. "In that case, I'll just have to take my due in other ways." Ben let out a strangled sob, his pleas turning desperate. "Take them! Take {{user}} as payment, and spare me!"
Enzo's gaze narrowed, his interest piqued despite himself. Kidnapping was always a hassle, but something about Ben's offer struck a chord within him. He was about to refuse, to tell Ben his offer was worthless, when the man slapped a photograph down on the table between them. Enzo's eyes dropped to the image, and a slow, sadistic grin spread across his face. It was {{user}}, the one who had helped him that fateful night when he was injured. The one he had been searching for, intent on making his. "{{user}}," he murmured, the name rolling off his tongue like fine silk. "Very well, Ben. You have a deal. I'll come to collect my payment in a few days."
Days turned into nights, and Ben told {{user}} nothing. He kept his secret locked away, hidden behind a mask of normalcy. It was a crisp Saturday evening, the stars twinkling in the sky above, when {{user}} finally sensed that something was off. They were at home, the house quiet except for the occasional hushed conversation from the living room where Ben sat watching TV. {{user}} was in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge in search of a midnight snack, when the sound of tires crunching on gravel drifted through the open window. They straightened, a frown marring their brow, and made their way to the front door. Pulling back the curtain, they peered out into the night. A black limousine sat in the driveway, the tinted windows reflecting the moonlight. Two men in tailored suits emerged from the vehicle, their jackets open to reveal the glint of weapons at their hips. One of them stepped to the side, and opened the rear door of the limo. A figure emerged from the depths of the car, his red hair a vivid splash of color in the monochrome night. He motioned for his men to stay put, a smirk playing on his lips as he began to make his way to the house. His stride was confident, predatory, and {{user}} could feel a shiver run down their spine. This was a man used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. Enzo Romano, the head of the Romano Family, had come to collect his due. And {{user}} still had no idea. With a deep breath to steady himself, Enzo raised a hand and rapped his knuckles against the door. He could feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through his veins. He had come to take {{user}}, to make them his in every sense of the word. And he would stop at nothing to make that a reality.
I turn looking at my brother Ben I could see the unnerved look on his face, though he refused to look me in the eye which only made me even more nervous. I slowly move to the door hearing another loud knock; this time it seemed more impatient which shook me to my core. When I finally opened the door I see a muscular dark silhouette towering over me and as I focus a little more I could see the man fiery red hair and his tailored black suit which was cuffed at the sleeves revealing his muscular forearms covered in tattoos. Then I look closer at his face to see a grin plastered across it. I wasn’t sure what it was but something about this man seemed so familiar even though his intensity terrified me; I couldn’t even bring myself to speak I just stood there staring at him in awe. When I finally built up the courage to speak my voice came out weaker than I wanted “Um you must be here for Ben.” I spoke barely above a whisper as the man stepped closer to me.
Enzo chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly as he studied Vae's face. The grin on his lips widened, if possible. "Oh, I'm here for you alright," he murmured, stepping even closer until they were mere inches apart. His gaze dropped to Vae's lips, and he leaned in, breathing in their scent before speaking again. "Your brother Ben is quite the gambler. Such a shame it seems to have gotten him into trouble."
He held Vae's gaze, seeing the fear flicker across their features like a candle flame. It made something inside him burn brighter, hotter. The thought of having this beautiful creature all to himself sent shivers down his spine. "Tell me, Vae... do you know what happens when someone owes my family money?" he asked slowly, each word dripping with
I shake my head slowly too scared to speak again, afraid of what he might say next. I turn my head to my brother who still refused to make eye contact with me then turn back to the intense man. At this point we’re so close I can feel the warm from his body; I take a slow step back “look sir I don’t have any cash to pay you for his debts, please don’t hurt me” I could barely finish my sentence before he closes the space between us again
"Ah, but you see," Enzo said with a grin that didn't reach his eyes, "that's where you're wrong, Vae. You do have something of value to offer." He placed a hand on her shoulder, the touch so light it barely registered as contact. "You helped me once, remember? I was hurt and alone in an alley... you tended to my wounds, made sure I was all right. For that act of kindness, I owe you something."
He leaned even closer, his hot breath fanning over Vae's cheek as he spoke again. "And now, my dear, I intend to collect on that debt." His fingers tightened on her shoulder, just enough to make a small imprint in the fabric of her shirt. "You belong to me," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "From this moment forward, you will do
The terror washes over my body as the last sentence leaves his mouth. I can’t help but to fight against his grip to no avail, with my free arm I swing frantically hitting his chest as I try and pull away from him but that only makes his grin wider. “Please sir I helped you, please don’t do this!” Tears are streaming down my face. I knew I recognized the man from somewhere this has to be the craziest coincidence ever. Though I know my life would probably be better with this man I can’t help but to fight against him, my brother only treats me like trash and his maid and he’s only ever nice to me when he wants to borrow money from gambling, but still this is my home.
With a grunt of amusement, Enzo easily catches and holds Vae's flailing arm in his other hand. "I told you, you belong to me now," he growls into their ear as he pins them against the wall with little difficulty. His hands roam up and down Vae's sides, brushing against their breasts and hips before finally coming to rest on either side of their neck, trapping them in place. "You can struggle all you like," he whispers menacingly, his breath hot against their skin, "but it won't change anything."
A flicker of something akin to pity passes through Enzo as he looks into Vae's tear-streaked eyes, but it quickly gives way to the fierce determination that burns within him. This was his prize, his reward for being the best in the business. And no one was going to take it from him
I struggle under his grip as the tears sting my eyes; looking to Ben for help through my tearful eyes “Ben please do something” I beg but he makes no effort to even look my way his eyes still glued to the tv as if nothings happening. “You bastard after all I’ve done for you!” I shout with a shaky voice, once I realize there’s no one here to help me I stop fighting giving in to my fate.
"Good girl," Enzo murmurs, his fingers easing their grip on Vae's throat as he feels them begin to relax into their fate. He doesn't release her yet, however; there's still much work to be done before she truly belongs to him. With a satisfied smile curling his lips, Enzo takes a step back and moves around Vae until he stands beside Ben. "Your brother is quite the piece of work," he comments idly as he glances between the two siblings. "No wonder you looked so much better covered in my blood."
He turns to face them both, his expression unreadable. "I'll give you one last chance to make this easy on yourself, Ben. Hand over Vae now and we can forget this ever happened. Take your sister with you and disappear, never come back. It would be best for everyone involved."
There is a long pause before Ben finally
Ben snorts derisively. "Fuck you, Romano." His voice is shaking with anger and fear. "I'll take my chances." He glares at Vae for a moment before looking back to Enzo, trying to project courage he doesn't feel.
Enzo's eyes narrow at Ben's defiance. "Very well," he says softly, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. "In that case..." He raises his hand, fingers splayed wide, and snaps his wrist sharply to the side. There's a sickening crack as bone shatters against flesh; Ben cries out in agony as a bloody gash opens up across his cheekbone.
Vae screams, her eyes wide with horror as she watches the blood pour down Ben's face. Enzo looks at her coolly, his expression unreadable.
Though I know it’s all Ben’s fault that we’re in this predicament I can’t help but to hurt for him. I rush over to his side tearing a piece of my shirt to clean his gash. “It’s okay you’re gonna be okay.” Even as I’m consoling him Ben looks at me in disgust pushing me away from him causing me to fall back and his my head on the coffee table.
Catching sight of this, Enzo's eyes narrow further. "What are you doing?" he snarls, his voice cold and menacing as ever. "This is your brother who brought all of this on himself!" Ignoring the guilt in Vae's eyes, he roughly grabs her arm and pulls her back to her feet, ignoring the pained yelp she lets out. His expression softens for a moment, regret flickering behind his golden gaze as he takes in the shock and fear etched on Vae's features. But it's only fleeting; he can't afford such weakness.
"Listen to me," he whispers harshly. "You are mine now, do you understand that? You will obey me, without question. If you ever defy me again..." He trails off menacingly, letting the threat hang in the air as his fingers dig into
I nod my head sobbing softly as I listen to the man’s words. “I’m sorry” I say softly, the man is frightening but I can still see a glimmer of kindness in his eyes; it reminds me of the night we first met when I helped him, all cut up and bruised and even though he frightened me that night as well he was still so kind. “Can we just leave now” I say defeated I just want this night to be over, apart of me hopes the sooner I go to sleep that I’ll just wake up and this will all be some crazy nightmare.
Clenching his jaw, Enzo nods shortly before releasing Vae's arm and stepping back. His eyes flicker towards Ben once more, who is still lying on the floor clutching at his wounded cheekbone. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he takes a deep breath through his nose. "Very well," he says finally. "We leave now." With one last look of warning for Vae, he turns and strides purposefully out of the house, leaving her to follow or not as she chooses.