The Devil’s Plaything: A Dark Mafia Romance

by René, Dani

  “Is that it?” Victor challenges.

  Rodrigo nods. “Give me the girl and I’ll move out of Colombia. I hear Mexico is quite nice this time of the year,” he chuckles, as if it’s the most amusing thing he’s thought of.

  I’m shaking my head, pushing off the ground and coming to stop beside Victor. “Please, don’t do this.” I touch his arm, but he flinches away from me. “Please, Victor, think about what we spoke about, think about what we said.”

  He finally turns his dark eyes on me, and I see it—resignation. He doesn’t believe me anymore. He thinks that I’m working with the man who’s bartering me like I’m an animal being sent to the slaughter.

  “Fine,” he says the word, responding to Rodrigo, but he’s looking directly at me. “Take her and get out of my country. If you ever return, I’ll kill you both.”

  “No! No!” My voice bounces around us in the dark as two men walk forward and grip my shoulders and hold me steady. “No! Victor, I love you!” I scream, but it’s no use. He’s not listening to me anymore.

  I did this.

  I should’ve been honest from the beginning.

  In an attempt to kick out, I make contact with one of the men’s knees, causing him to buckle to the ground. The other one grips my neck, squeezing it, and then I feel the pinprick in my neck, and slowly, my world turns to black, and the last thing I see is Victor’s sneer before my eyes close.

  30

  Sofía

  Darkness holds me in a tight grip. The cold has seeped through me, right down to my soul, and I shiver when I think of men looking at me. I can feel their eyes on me, and I don’t know how to hide from their gazes.

  I can’t roll over. My hands are bound to either side of the headboard, and my ankles are chained to the bottom of the bed. I’m splayed, and the tears that form on my lashes spill when a touch feathers over my exposed flesh. A light flickers on, causing my eyes to shut at the sudden illumination.

  “He took your purity, puta,” the deep rumbling tone of Rodrigo spits as he trails his thick fingers up and down my entrance. I pray to a God I’m not sure can help me for him not to push inside me. I’m not wet like I was with Victor, and I know it’s going to hurt if Rodrigo decides to penetrate me.

  “Please, Rodrigo,” I beg. “Please don’t do this.”

  His hand fists my long hair, tugging my head back painfully. The agony that shoots through my neck causes me to cry out and all he does is laugh it off. I always thought that Victor was the Devil, but he’s so far from it. The man who’s now holding me hostage is pure evil.

  “Your cunt is no longer of value to me, Sofía,” the man I used to trust grits the words at me, and then he spits on my face as if I was nothing more than a piece of garbage to him. “But I don’t think the men will care. As long as you’re not completely broken, we’ll take care of you until your boyfriend tries to save you.”

  “He’s not—”

  “Don’t fucking lie to me, puta,” Rodrigo growls in my ear. “He’s the one who sold you to me for a measly country who doesn’t love him like you do. I wonder if he even realizes how much he fucked up. As much as he denies it, I know better. And you want to know what I think?” he speaks, but I don’t respond quick enough, because he continues, “he’s in love with your whore cunt.”

  “No.”

  “He wanted to bring you to me anyway; this way, I get you sooner than I expected. He told me I could have you any way I want. He’s done with you, no longer the pure virgin.”

  “Fuck you,” I bite out, anger and fear mingling into the violent mix of betrayal.

  “He did, but I won’t. I don’t stick my dick in used cunts,” he sneers. “He didn’t want you anyway, had no use for you after you bled.”

  “You’re lying.”

  “Am I? I have proof he confirmed the trade.”

  The words sink into my mind, down to my heart, and evidently, right into my soul, and for a moment, I think about how Victor changed over the past couple of weeks. Now I’m here, without my medication, and I don’t know if I’ll be alive long enough for Victor to find me.

  I don’t understand why he wanted to bring me here. He told me he felt everything I did. That he wanted me and nothing else. But now I’m here, bound to a filthy bed, at the mercy of a man who knows no compassion.

  A buzzer sounds in the room, and Rodrigo turns to the glass in the corner of the room, which overlooks my bed, then he sneers, “I’ll be back.” The moment he releases my hair, I can’t help but sigh in relief. My body aches, but the real agony comes from my chest.

  The heavy steel door shuts, and I find myself alone in the cold. The lights dim, and I’m bathed in darkness once more. Turning my head, I attempt to look around the only section of the room that’s visible from my position, and I see it—the red light of a camera.

  They’re watching.

  Closing my eyes, I picture Victor. I try to pray again, but I can’t find the words. I’m going to die here, I know it. The door slides open again, and the yellow glow of the overhead lamp shimmers to life.

  “Your little puta is beautiful, Cordero,” Rodrigo speaks, causing my eyes to snap open, and I notice he’s on his cellphone. He’s grinning down at me, the maniacal expression on his face is evidence that he’s enjoying this. He loves hurting people, I should’ve second guessed myself when I took his money.

  “Please, Victor!”

  “Shut it, bitch,” the man spits out, before his hand comes down hard on my face earning him an ear-splitting scream. My body is shaking from both fear and pain, and my heart rhythm is completely out of whack. “She’s going to break,” Rodrigo tells Victor, and soon enough, he’s laughing darkly. “Before I leave, I want to know you will not come after me. Since you gave her up so easily, I want something more, fifty million in coke. Once I have the drugs, I’ll get the flight out, with your puta.”

  I don’t know what Victor is telling him, but it can’t be good because Rodrigo is glaring down at me with pure venom dripping from his expression. The curl of his mouth is taunting as he looks at me, but I can’t tell what he’s going to do. I don’t know if Victor would give up everything he’s inherited from his father.

  “Forty-eight hours,” my captor informs him. “Midday, the land between your compound and the ocean. I like watching the water while I slice stupid whores limb from limb. Perhaps I’ll see how much your puta can take tonight before she finally breathes her final breath.” He chuckles before hanging up.

  The darkness that swirls around me in the next moment makes me retch. Normally, if I’ve eaten and had enough water, I don’t feel dizzy, but I don’t know how long I’ve been here. And I have no way of telling if I will make it till tomorrow.

  “Wake up, bitch,” Rodrigo’s voice sounds far away, and even though I try to open my eyes, I find the lids heavy. “I said, wake the fuck up,” his words are spat against my cheek, and I feel every pronunciation in my ear as I force myself to look at him.

  His dark gaze locks on mine, and the desire that dances inside it makes my stomach roll as the bile quickly rises to my mouth. It burns my tongue, and I can’t swallow it back down. A harsh swat lands on my ass when he notices the puke that’s now coating my face.

  I think he’ll move me away, but he doesn’t. He merely unbuttons his jeans, and then I hear the zipper hissing as he takes out his hardness. The slick tip paints my dirty lips, and soon enough, he’s forcing himself down my throat. I can’t fight him. My body is slack, I don’t have the energy to bite down on him.

  His hips move back and forth with the force of a hundred men. The feel of him sliding down my throat makes more puke rise up, and soon enough, it’s spilling free coating his cock. He laughs when this happens, and his one hand is, once again, fisting my hair, pulling my head back, and slamming me against his groin.

  The coarse hair brushes against my nose, over and over again, and soon enough, he’s spilling his putrid tasting seed on my tongue. He pulls away from me, crouching to my level,
and his eyes bore into mine.

  “I thought you didn’t fuck used cunts?” I bite out the vile words as puke rises to my mouth. I taste the bitter acid, and I swallow it back down. The knowledge that I’m going to die tomorrow ensures that I no longer fear the man who just hurt me, stole from me, took what wasn’t his to take.

  “I changed my mind, if Cordero is so in love with you, I wanted to see what the fuss was all about,” he tells me. “Let’s see how long you last when I do that over and over again.” A dark rumble of a laugh vibrates deep in his throat. “And when I finally give you back to Victor tomorrow, you’ll be nothing but a used-up fuck toy.”

  My mouth opens, but no words come out, merely a choke of pained emotion. I know begging him for mercy won’t do anything. The man is incapable of human emotion. He’s no devil, he’s a fucking demon made from the darkness of hell.

  He rises, pushing his cock into his jeans, and I sigh when I hear the zipper hissing its way back up. My jaw aches, my whole body is in agony. Seconds later, I feel a pinch against my arm, and soon enough, there’s a warmth spreading through my system.

  Drugs.

  I don’t know what he’s shot into my veins, but I’m struggling to keep my eyes open. Once again, darkness slithers up my spine, and I allow it to steal me.

  * * *

  I’m on my back when I wake up again. There’s an ache in my chest, and when I open my eyes and look up, I come face to face with Rodrigo. He’s perched across my body, straddling me. There’s a glint from the left, and I turn to see he’s holding a sleek blade, twisting it back and forth.

  He doesn’t speak. He just stares at me, and fear attacks me with a vengeance. He shoves down my body, watching as I shiver, when he places the tip of the blade on my neck. The pinch of the steel making me wince.

  Ever so slowly, he trails it down my chest, over each of my breasts, teasing my nipples until they harden. His eyes glow with ferocious lust, and I want to puke. I have nothing in my stomach to throw up, and the burn of acid is fierce, bringing tears to my eyes.

  When Rodrigo reaches my navel, he presses the blade into the indentation and chuckles when I whimper in fear. My eyes are wide, waiting for the fatal blow, but it never comes because when he reaches my core, he flips the knife over, and shoves the handle into my body.

  My back arches, and I kick out in an attempt to free myself, to move away from the invasion, but I can’t. He laughs darkly, amusement dancing in his dark eyes, and I know I can’t do anything other than take his assault.

  There’s no longer pain, and when I close my eyes, I focus on the darkness instead of the action. He smiles, evil and feral, no longer a man but an animal. He enjoys the torment, and I can feel his hardness pressing against my thigh as he fucks me with the weapon that I know can take my life at any second he chooses.

  Another pinch against my arm causes my eyes to snap open. It’s not the same stuff they gave me earlier, because I don’t feel warmth, I’m merely tingly all over, my limbs feel as if they’ve fallen asleep.

  I can’t move my body anymore, and my head feels as if there’s a heavy weight holding it down. My mouth opens, but no words come out. A scream is lodged in my throat, but it never escapes, it merely chokes me with its force.

  “Can you feel this?” My tormentor chuckles when he picks up a clamp and attaches it to my clit. I can’t answer him, he knows this. He continues to clamp my nipples. Once he’s happy with his handiwork, he pulls out his cock again, fisting it as he looks down at me.

  Tears escape my lashes, they stain my cheeks, but nothing can ever cleanse me of the agony that’s slowly coursing through my veins. Rodrigo pushes his cock into me, and it feels like I’m breaking apart.

  I can’t move, but I can see him. I can’t fight him off, but I can watch him. He’s taking everything from me, and it’s not because he hates me, it’s because of my love of Victor.

  31

  Victor

  Two days.

  Forty-eight-fucking-hours.

  I fucked up. When Javier returned to the house with me the same night that I gave her to my enemy, I went on a rampage. I broke through the room where Sofía was staying and found the phone that the asshole had given her.

  It was broken, shattered into a million pieces. When I had one of my guys look at it, he tested the signal, and no information had been transmitted.

  She tried to tell me. She begged and pleaded, and I ignored her. In my rage, I gave the only person I ever loved to another man, and I don’t know how many times he would’ve raped her by now, but I vowed to find her.

  My gut told me there was more to the story, but I focused on the past betrayal and pinned it on Sofía. What Gaia did to me broke me, it shattered everything good inside me. It was Sofía who put me back together, mending the man I am, into the man I used to be, before loyalties were broken.

  “You couldn’t have known,” Javi tells me; I know he’s trying to calm me down, but it’s not helping. Nothing can help me now. My men are on the hunt, searching for that asshole, but it’s going to take time because he’s far too intelligent to be caught with a tracking device, and he’s too quick on his cellphone to allow us to pinpoint a location.

  “Leave me. I need to think.” I turn to the window, looking out over my land, the same acres of beauty I wanted to share with Sofía. If she ever returns to me, I’m not sure she’ll forgive me for my actions.

  In the past, I wouldn’t have cared. It wouldn’t have fazed me if she hated me, I’d still lock her in her bedroom and take her when I needed it, but we admitted love to each other. That meant more than my mistakes. Surely.

  The door clicks behind me, and I allow myself to recall a memory of when she was by my side.

  Her body is encased in simple clothes. She looks like the innocent she is. The pure soul I know her to be. Nothing can stop me from taking her, not even her. I’ve wanted nothing in my life, I have the money, I have the women at my beck and call, but Sofía Montero is something different.

  She moves through her room as she investigates everything. Touching the fabrics, running her fingertips along the smooth, dark wood of her four-poster bed. She smiles at something, perhaps a memory, and I want to know what it is that brightened her face that way.

  Was it another man?

  Jealousy courses through me, unbidden and unwarranted.

  Even though she’s in my home, I cannot lay claim to her. She’s my possession until she’s paid off a debt. But that won’t stop me from partaking in a taste. Surely, I’m allowed to devour the fruit, even before it’s fallen from the tree into my grasp.

  I take my cock out of my slacks, fisting the hard steel, I watch her as she decides on something. A shower. She slowly drops her sweatpants, offering me a view of her pert bubble butt. Then, she tugs at the tank top, dropping it on the bed.

  I wonder if she knows I can see her. Would she still put on a show for me if she did? It’s been two weeks and she’s allowed herself to accept her position in this house. She strolls toward the bathroom, and my gaze focuses on the lower screen. In the privacy of the room, she rids herself of the panties she’s wearing, gifting me a full view of her now naked form.

  Her tits are perfect, a little more than a handful. Her pussy is smooth, bar for a patch of dark hair at the mound, just above her clit. My hand moves faster as she steps under the spray, allowing the water to cascade down her body.

  She wets her hair, tugging at the strands, and my fingers tingle to do the same. To wrap the dark locks around my fist and to tug her head back as I take her from behind, reveling in watching her ass jiggle as I slam into her.

  Would she scream?

  Would she cry or fight me?

  Or would she moan my name in pleasure?

  She lathers her flesh, the shimmering, tanned skin that beckons me is now beautifully slippery, and I imagine how soft she would feel against me. Her tits jiggle when she turns and rinses herself. Her fingers lower to her stomach, and I watch in awe as she leans against
the tiled wall. She spreads her legs, taunting herself gently with just the tips of her fingers.

  She doesn’t enter her cunt, but toys with the nub, circling it. Her head falls back and her mouth parts as her pleasure jolts through her and into me. It’s as if I can feel her pulse, and my release shoots from the tip of my cock, coating my hand in the seed I would give anything to mark her with.

  Shaking my head, I attempt to clear my mind of the memory. I never told her about those cameras. I omitted something just as she did to me. She didn’t want to tell me about the device because she knew I would get angry.

  And even though she had it on her, she didn’t use it. Which makes me believe her words when she told me she loved me. Anger surges through me, but I no longer focus it on her, it’s focused on myself. I’m an asshole. Of all the things I’ve done in my life, this is by far the worst.

  I delivered her to a man who will hurt her, not for pleasure, but for pain. He will enjoy it, more than I ever have. He is sadistic, I know this because I run in the same circles he does, and I know what he’s like. I’ve heard the stories, and I know they’re not rumors. These are real, horrific events that have occurred in his home.

  My office door flies open and Javier, along with Alejandro, enter, and I notice the man who they’re shoving into my private room. Guillermo. He’s still alive, barely, but he looks like he’s about to piss himself.

  “Where is Rodrigo?” I ask, before he can mutter any fucking lie that will make me kill him on the spot. I don’t want a mess, though, so I refrain from my train of thought and look at the old man. “I asked you a fucking question.”

  “I-I don’t know. I truly don’t,” he mumbles, the fear clear in his eyes. “He never told me where his hideout is. We met in public, and he offered me the money to ensure Hector would be caught. When I walked away, telling him it’s been done, he disappeared, and I didn’t hear from him again until two days ago.”