Seven Days: A young black woman makes a deal with a mob boss.

by Diana Hoffman

  "Mr. Andretti, I just wanted to..." she started, but he placed a finger to his lips...his small order for her to be quiet. She immediately shut her mouth."Victoria, my security guard, Raymond, told you that I was busy, correct?" he asked her. Victoria nodded her head. "What? I didn't hear you," Nic said. Victoria wanted to roll her eyes at his arrogance, but she knew she had come here to ask a favor of him. Better to play the nice card. "Yes," she answered. "I thought so. So, you should have come back or called to set an appointment like everyone else does, instead of interrupting me."

  "I tried calling. But the appointment time they gave me was two months from now," Victoria replied, raising her voice a bit."Yes, that's because I'm a busy man." "I just wanted to talk to you about my father," she said. Nic turned to Jimmy. "Hey, Jimmy, do you remember the days when a man had a problem with another man, they would handle it. I don't recall the man sending his daughter to do it, do you?"

  "No sir, I sure don't. Seems like something a pussy would do." Nic turned back around to glare at Victoria. "I agree." "My father—" "--your father is the one who owes me money. He needs to come see me. Not you." "He's sick, that's why I'm here," Victoria whispered, nearing tears. Nic looked at the poor girl in her cheap black dress. She was a pretty girl. Beautiful in fact. Nowhere near as tall as Amber, but definitely more shapely. Truth be told, her body was starting to make him think thoughts that he shouldn't be thinking. She was wearing too much makeup though, and her thick curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He would love to see what it looked like down around her face. Her skin was a delicious, creamy coffee color, and she had wide chocolate brown eyes, with long eyelashes that were caked in mascara. Nic wished he could tell her that he sympathized with her father being ill, but in his line of work, showing sympathy was a weakness and a definite no-no.

  "Do you have my money or not?" he asked, ignoring her last statement. Victoria wanted to smack that bastard. She hated his frosty stare and nonchalant attitude. She was talking about her family here! They were drowning, all because of him. "How much exactly does my father owe you?" "Seventy thousand," he said, without flinching. Victoria nearly choked on her spit. Seventy thousand dollars!! Nic could tell by her widened eyes and slightly parted mouth, that she wasn't expecting the figure to be so high. Interest was a bitch. Victoria tried to regain her composure. "Mr. Andretti, we don't have that kind of money. We never had, and probably never will." "Your father should have thought about that, before he asked my father for the loan years ago. I never would have given him the money. Trying to open a soul food restaurant in the middle of a Korean neighborhood was a dumb fucking idea. Why either one of them couldn't figure that out, is beyond me. So that's the situation we are in."

  Victoria stared down at her hands. Well, now was her time to offer her proposition to him. Her last shot."Well, I have a potential solution, Mr. Andretti," she said, looking up at him.Nic stared at her warm eyes, and then his gaze lowered to her lips and then her full breasts. His eyes lingered there for a moment, before he looked back at her face. He smiled on the inside when he noticed her narrow her eyes at him.

  "Go ahead," he said, as he started jotting notes down on a piece of paper."Well, I was thinking I could work in your restaurant or club, to work off the money. I mean, I could work morning, noon and night. Around the clock until I get the money paid off. I'll be a waitress, busboy, whatever you need."

  Nic stopped writing and looked up at her. A small crooked smile spread across his face. With Amber gone, he knew exactly how he was going to entertain himself. He leaned back in his chair and stared at her for a few seconds before speaking.

  "You want to work with my kitchen staff so you can work off money you owe me? Do you know how long that would take?" he asked. Victoria shook her head."I don't read fucking sign language. Yes or no?" he bit out, frustrated."No," Victoria said, wishing so badly she could punch him. She wasn't even a violent person, but she guessed being in the company of violent men was starting to rub off on her.

  Nic turned to his friend. "Jimmy, how long would that take, to earn seventy grand as a waitress?" "Long fucking time, sir." "Yeah, that's what I thought," Nic said, turning his attention back to her. He stared her down, taking in her disappointed face. He was used to these club girls throwing themselves at him. Drunk, loud, slutty girls, who all wanted to bag a guy like him, so they could be taken care of the rest of their lives. But he figured a girl like Victoria was different. She was nothing like those girls, and that's what would make this whole thing amusing to him.

  "No, I have another idea. Raymond, could you leave us for a moment? We'll be done with this meeting soon." "Yes sir," Raymond said, as he turned to exit the office. Once the door was closed, Nic stood up and walked around the table to stand by Jimmy. Victoria was nervous. She didn't know what they were planning to do. They were both just staring at her. Jimmy laughed when Nic whispered something into his ear. She felt so uncomfortable. When they were done whispering, Nic turned to look at her.

  "So, you want to work off your father's money, huh?" Nic asked her, narrowing his eyes, and then slowly letting them roam over her body. Shit. Victoria could see where this was going. She was so stupid. Her mother had told her. She would never hear the end of this 'I told you so' from Olivia Davis. "I believe in being blunt, Victoria. I'll erase your father's debt, if you stay with me for a week in my house."

  Victoria swallowed. She prayed it would be as his cook or masseuse or something along those jobs. But in her heart, she knew better. "What would you want me to do for the week?" she asked, dreading the answer. Jimmy chuckled. "Anything I want," Nic said, without cracking a smile. Victoria quickly stood. She had heard enough. At least she had tried. "Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Andretti. But I'm not a whore, so I'll be on my way. And I'll try to get your money to you."

  She was about to walk out, when Nic grabbed her hand. The way he gazed into her eyes started making her feel...feel...something. "Your father owes me more money than your family has seen in a lifetime, and I'm growing impatient. I live by a strict set of codes and rules. If a man owes me money, he either pays me back, or I make an example out of him. I'd hate to do that to your father. And now that he's sick, it looks like I'll never see that money, so my men may be coming to call on him very soon," Nic spat at her, still tightly gripping her hand. "So, is your pride worth your father and mother being hurt?"

  Victoria's mouth dropped open. She couldn't believe that he would threaten her parent's right in front of her. Fucking bastard! God, she needed some help. She didn't know which was worse, being his whore for a week or knowing her family would be hurt. She could never in a million years do something like that. She wasn't like those types of women.

  But...just seven days, and she could easily erase this black cloud over her family's heads. They could go back to their normal lives before her father got tied in with this horrible Andretti family. Just seven days, and she could burn this horrific experience out of her mind. Seven quick days, and she would have a new start for herself and her family. Just seven days.

  Victoria closed her eyes and exhaled. She knew she'd have to make the decision quickly or else she'd back out. "Okay," she whispered to him. She felt like she was going to throw up. That one simple word burned leaving her tongue.

  "Good girl," Nic said. She watched as he turned to the other man in the room, Jimmy. "I always wanted my own personal slut," he taunted, and smiled back at her. She felt the tears coming to the surface. She refused to cry in front of this evil bastard. Why the hell would he want to make such a despicable deal with her, when she was sure he could get any girl to do this for free?

  "Now that that's settled, take your clothes off," Nic commanded. He knew he was being a jerk, but she was getting some payback for threatening to cause a scene at his restaurant. He absolutely would not tolerate behavior like that. Plus, she needed to know how their relationship for the next seven days would work. What he wanted and expected. And he would ALWAYS get what he wanted.


  Victoria couldn't have heard him right. It would be a cold day in hell before she stripped her clothing in front of both of them. In his office, where anyone could come in at any given moment? No way in hell. She stood there staring at him, like he had lost his damn mind.

  "I guess you aren't serious about our arrangement. If not, then you can get the fuck out," Nic stated, as he made his way to the door. Victoria knew she was between a rock and a hard place. Shit! "No, wait! I, um, okay," she sighed. Nic stopped and turned back around. Victoria slowly and clumsily started removing her dress. It slid down to the floor, and she stood there in a lacy strapless bra, lacy panties and her black heels. She was praying that her undergarments didn't have any holes in them. It's not like she went shopping for new ones every day, and she hadn't worn this lacy set in forever.

  "Leave the heels on, take everything else off," Nic demanded, leaning against the wall. She turned to face him. At least he was on the opposite side of the room, and she wouldn't have to look at the other guy, while she did the most embarrassing, degrading thing she had ever done in her life. She couldn't even remember undressing this much in gym class.

  She slid her panties off first. She was neatly trimmed, but not like that many people had seen her down there, so she probably wasn't as neat as he was used to. She knew she had reached a new low. She felt like shit. She slowly reached around and unhooked her bra, and it dropped to the floor.

  Nic stood there gazing over her perfect body. His dick was growing down the side of his leg, dying to break free from his pants. Her tits were the perfect size for him. She was definitely busty, but they weren't too oversized. Her tiny waist was toned, and she had a small butterfly tattoo on her left pelvic bone. Her hips were wider than many of the skinny girls he had been with, and that made her even more exotic to him. She had a shape that reminded him of the old pin ups in the fifties that his father used to have hanging in his office. But he had to get his mind straight. He was a business man, first and foremost.

  "Victoria, here are the rules. When I ask you to do something, I am only going to ask once. If you don't comply, then you add another week to your stay. If you disobey or disrespect me in anyway, you add another week. Stay out of my business, and only speak when spoken too. Got it?"

  Yes, she was in hell. How could she ever face her mother and father again? And she was even more mortified when he opened the door and let Raymond back inside. She started to shiver from the embarrassment. The utter humiliation this cocksucker was subjecting her to.

  "Raymond, can you escort Victoria to my downtown loft and make sure she gets a change of clothes? If she needs to stop by her place, that's fine. Thank you," she heard him say, then he left. She was standing in the middle of his office, completely naked, with two other men staring at her. She wanted to die.

  Nic stopped by his club for a few minutes, to greet the new guest DJ, some kid that all of the clubbers seemed to know. He saw Amber sitting in her usual VIP booth. It had been awhile since he had seen her, but he nodded in her direction. She pouted and turned her head away from him. Probably best, under the circumstances with his new project. A project he was more eager than he'd like to admit to get back to. He drove his Aston Martin to his loft downtown, in anticipation of what the night would bring. Nothing turned him on more than having complete control.

  "Have a good evening, Mr. Andretti," the old doorman, Sam, said as he held open the glass doors. "You too, Sam," Nic replied, as he entered the building. He pressed his personal code into the elevator keypad and it stopped off on the top floor. When he opened the door, he scanned the main room, but he didn't see her. Had she backed out on their deal? Fuck. He sighed and placed his keys on the counter. His loft stayed amazingly clean. He had a housekeeper who came twice a week, but he was really paying her for nothing. He never used this condo.

  He preferred to stay here, since this was his getaway, but he usually never had time to actually 'get away'. He tried to ignore the disappointment he felt, rationalizing that she was a nobody and he shouldn't be concerned with it. He removed his jacket and started unbuttoning his dark blue dress shirt. He walked to the back room, and as soon as he walked through his bedroom door, he felt something hard hit the side of his head. Motherfucker! It wasn't strong enough to knock him over, but it hurt like a son of a bitch. He figured someone was trying to rob him. This bastard was in for more than he expected.

  He turned and grabbed the culprit, slamming him down on the floor. "Oww!" the robber exclaimed, in a girlie voice. He got to his feet and picked the small figure up and turned on the light. "Damn it, Victoria! What the hell were you doing?" he asked, gripping her hands and pinning her against the wall. He couldn't believe she had the audacity to attack him.

  Victoria just stared at him, her neck hurting from looking up. She had planned to knock him out, but after that she wasn't quite sure what to do. She had sat there for hours, determined not to let this man get the best of her. She was a good person, and she wasn't going to let him take that from her.

  Nic held onto her, staring down at her beautiful face. Both of them were breathing hard. He felt the throbbing in his head from the object she hit him with, which pissed him off. But that anger that was coursing through him, also made him want to fuck her senseless.

  He released one of her hands and grabbed her throat. He lightly squeezed the soft flesh, wondering when he would start to see fear in her eyes. She put up a good front, but he figured she was scared of him. Most people were.

  A shiver immediately went through Victoria's body and it erupted at the apex of her legs. The harder he squeezed, the wetter she got. What the fuck was wrong with her?! She had never experienced abuse like this. She didn't know why it was affecting her this way. She was supposed to be crying and screaming, not getting turned on.

  Victoria knew it was now or never. She brought her right hand up to his throat, to reveal a tiny sharp blade. Nic instantly felt the cold metal against his neck. He also felt a slight burning, so he knew she had cut him already. All she had to do was press harder, and he'd be bleeding all over the carpet. But he also still had his hand wrapped around her throat and his knee pressed in between her legs.

  "Oh, I get it. Kill me now, and your debt will be wiped away, yeah?" he whispered to her, his eyes pinning her unsure chocolate eyes. Victoria couldn't answer him. Only a small amount of air was getting through to her lungs. She would have to do it soon, or else she would pass out. "Go ahead, do it. Although I'm sure you lack the balls to. You're a good girl, aren't you?" he teased, even though the blade rested by his throat. She didn't say anything back to him. He was getting fed up with her little game. She had a hard lesson to learn, if she thought she could scare him and turn him into a pussy.

  "Put the blade down. Now," he growled, low and menacing, while squeezing her neck even tighter. Victoria wanted to cut him. She prayed for the courage to do it. But he was right. She was a good girl. The worst thing she had done to date, was cheat on a history test. But that's because she had spent all night adding numbers at her father's restaurant and barely had an hour of sleep before she had to go into school.

  Victoria's body trembled. She was scared shitless. He wasn't letting go of her neck, and he was staring deep into her eyes, like he enjoyed watching her squirm. She slowly lowered her hand and then dropped the blade. As soon as it hit the floor, a cry shook from her body and tears began pouring down her cheeks. What the fuck was she doing there?

  "I'm sorry, I—," she started, before he cut her off by picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. It damn near knocked all the wind out of her. He marched toward the front of his condo. Suddenly she felt herself being thrown off his shoulder as she hit the couch below. He was standing over her in an instant, his shirt off, already removing his pants.

  She laid there dumbfounded. Was he really going to try to have sex with her after she tried to kill him? She sat up, staring at him. Once he had removed all of his clothing, he knelt down and grabbed the front of her black dre
ss. In one swift movement, he ripped it down the front. Victoria shrieked with surprise and tried to push him off.

  "With that little stunt in the bedroom, you've already added another week to our arrangement. Fourteen days, Victoria. Want to make it twenty one?" he asked, daring her to say another word.

  Victoria immediately stopped resisting. She removed her hands from his chest and laid back on the couch, as he continued to rip her dress all the way to the bottom. When he was done, he roughly pulled it from her body, and discarded it halfway across the room. She hadn't bothered to put her under garments back on, so she was now completely nude before him. Again.

  "On your hands and knees," he snarled.

  Victoria rose up and turned over. She crouched onto her hands and knees, resigning to the belief that she really was little more than a whore to him. She felt him slide his fingers underneath her, until he reached her pussy. She jumped when his fingers grazed her outer lips. She was embarrassed that she was soaking. She had started to get wet when he had his hands wrapped around her throat. And she knew now, no matter how she protested, he could feel the slickness clinging to his fingers. His proof that she wanted this. No matter how sick and twisted it was.