The Rossi Crime Family: The Complete Five Book Mafia Series

by J. L. Beck

  Ivan shrugs. “It was what it always is. A bunch of full-grown men discussing illegal shit.”

  Irritation seems to drip from his words. He doesn't want to talk about it, and that’s fine, I guess. It’s not really my business anyway, and I don’t care to know what they’re doing next.

  “I did want to talk to you about what’s going to happen during the transport to Vegas. To prepare you, get you ready, since we’re going to be leaving next week.”

  “Okay, what’s going to happen?” I try to keep the fear out of my voice. All this time, I’ve had Ivan. With the auction fast approaching, I’m not sure how often I’ll be coming up here, if at all, or spending time with him.

  “I know you’re worried and probably scared, but you need to make sure you do every single thing instructed of you between now and when we go into hiding.”

  I gulp, the oatmeal in my belly feeling like a ton of bricks. “You know I’ll do whatever I have to.” And I will. I want out of here. I want to escape this place so badly, I can almost taste the freedom on my tongue.

  Ivan’s gray eyes pierce mine. “A couple of days before the auction, they’re going to come and get each of you. They’ll bring you into a containment area, make you strip and hose you down. You’ll be given a bar of soap and instructed to clean yourself.”

  “I’ll get to see the other girls?” I ask, somewhat shocked. The entire time I’ve been here, I’ve not once seen another female, not that it’s all that surprising.

  Ivan nods. “Yes, but do not talk to them. Do not talk at all. I will be there. I’ll be watching to make sure everything runs smoothly. If you or any of the other girls get out of line, they’re going to hurt you, or I may have to hurt you myself.”

  My eyes go wide. “You would do that?” I don’t know why I ask the question, but I can’t truly fathom Ivan hurting someone who doesn’t deserve it.

  His jaw flexes. “It’s not like I’d want to. It’s not my normal job, but with Yulie gone, it falls into my hands. If I don’t make sure the girls follow our orders, then they’ll know something is up, and I can’t risk any suspicions being raised this close to the auction. However, if you do as they tell you, then nothing bad will happen. I won’t hurt you, Violet.”

  The worst thing of all is that I believe him, but that’s not to say the other women won’t get hurt or aren’t hurt now. A part of me hates myself for being spared while they all suffer.

  “And what about everyone else?”

  Ivan looks away, shame filling his features. “There is nothing I can do, Kitten. All that matters is that I protect you. I vowed to get you out of this, and I’m not going to fail you again.”

  As much as I want to push him to help them, too, I understand he can’t. He’s already risked too much for me. If he risks any more, he might get caught, and if he gets caught, we’re both as good as dead.

  “What else?” I ask, knowing there is more. There has to be.

  “The day of the auction, they’ll give each of you a shot that will make you incoherent. You’ll be awake and able to respond to things being asked of you, but you’ll feel like you aren’t in control of your body or your emotions. You’re going to feel kind of numb. It is imperative that you don’t try and run, that you keep your blindfold in place, and that you don’t fight anyone, no matter what is asked of you. You will need to trust me completely because if you don’t, then this will not work.”

  Worry coats my insides, but I nod.

  “I will not let anyone hurt you, Violet.”

  I lick my lips, the urge to kiss him consuming me. He’s protected me, guarded me in every sense, and he’s everything I could ever want, even if he doesn’t believe it.

  “Can we talk about something else?” I don’t know if I can handle anymore tonight. The thought of all of that happening within a week has my stomach doing somersaults.

  “Maybe we could stop talking altogether?” I try to give him a seductive grin. I have no idea what I'm doing, but Ivan seems to know exactly what I’m up to.

  “Kitten… stop.” Ivan looks away to something behind me. “I’m not going to fuck you again.”

  My shoulders sag as his rejection sinks in. “Why not? Didn’t you enjoy last night?”

  He grins at me and shakes his head. “Silly little girl, you just have no fucking idea. You are sore, and I'm not going to hurt you. I only ever want you to feel pleasure with me.”

  “I’m fine, I promise.” I make a little pouty face. “Please, I promise I’ll tell you if it starts to hurt.” I want to be with him. I need the physical connection, even if he refuses to give me anything emotional or admit there's more to us.

  I want to forget everything and fall apart with him, just like I did for a moment last night. Afterward, I want to enjoy just lying in bed.

  Getting up from my seat, I walk around the table to where Ivan is sitting. He follows my movements with his eyes, but his body is still as a statue. Not sure what to do, I just put my uninjured hand on his shoulder and run it down his arm, testing the waters.

  When he doesn’t resist my touch, I get more adventurous, moving my hand back up, around his chest and lower to trace his abdominal muscles.

  I can feel them even through the layers of clothing. I move my hand even lower, but when I’m almost at my destination, he snatches my wrist so quickly I jump. I half expect him to shove me away or yell at me but instead, he gets up, the chair behind him tipping over and falling onto the floor.

  He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, making me panic. Is he going to bring me down to the cell for not listening?

  “Ivan?” I open my eyes and turn my head to the side. When I see he is going in the direction of the bedroom and not heading toward the door, relief washes over me.

  He flips me, tossing me over his shoulder, and I land on the bed, bouncing against the mattress.

  I watch him pull his shirt off before he pulls my sweatpants and panties down in one swift move. His eyes are dark and blazing with lust.

  Just seeing the way he is gazing down at me with such a primal need has my body on fire and moisture building between my legs.

  My thighs rub together in anticipation as I watch him undo his belt and pants.

  When he drops his pants and boxers, his erection springs free... and the thing makes my breath hitch. My legs part on instinct when he starts crawling onto the bed and over top of me.

  He helps me out of my shirt, leaving me completely naked, just as he is. Lowering himself on his elbows until my nipples touch his chest, he takes my mouth and kisses me hard and passionately.

  I feel like I’m melting away from his touch, so I entwine my fingers and place my arms around his neck to hold on to him, drawing him closer. His hardness presses against my inner thigh, and I try to adjust my hips to align him with my center.

  He breaks the kiss and chuckles. “Are you that eager for my cock, Kitten?”

  I should probably be embarrassed or offended by his crude words, but all I can think of is how bad I want him right now.

  “Yes,” I moan. “I want you. Please…” I’m panting with need. My center drips with arousal, and he grunts at my response, shifting on top of me.

  “Are you wet enough for me, or do I need to make you come with my tongue first?”

  I shake my head, reaching for him, but he moves out of my reach, and my fingers graze his heated skin.

  “No... I want… you... I’m ready…” I whimper, afraid he may say no and deny me.

  “I want you to ride me tonight.” At his words, I move so he can climb onto the center of the bed. I wait, watching as he settles himself against the headboard. He strokes his thick cock up and down. Liquid beads at the tip, glistening in the light, and I want it... I want him.

  Biting my lip, I crawl up over top of him, my eyes moving from his cock to his face. His gray eyes are full of hunger, and when his hands grip my hips, I lose it. I grab onto his thickness and center it at my entrance.

  “Go slow, Kitte
n. Otherwise, it’s going to hurt.” There’s a bite to his voice, and he doesn't realize it, but I want it to hurt. I want to remember him, and every moment we have together like this.

  Staring into his eyes, I sink all way down onto his cock, letting the air in my lungs seep out. Ivan’s head falls back against the headboard with a heavy thud, and a curse spills from his lips.

  “Fuck, Kitten. I said slow.” His fingers dig into my hips, and I smile, setting my hands on his shoulders before I move back up, dropping back down hard. The tip of his cock hits the back of my channel, and I release a hiss of pleasure and pain.

  “I….” I stop the words from coming out, and instead, focus on drawing out the pleasure spiraling out of control inside of us.

  “Shit,” Ivan grits out, his eyes bright and pooling with need. I want to give to him like I never have before. I swivel my hips and watch as the pleasure courses through his features. Then I’m moving again, up and down, up and down, up and down, each stroke, each plunge onto his cock pushing me closer to the edge.

  An electric current pulses between us, and I feel myself clench around his length. My nails dig into his flesh, and I move faster, feeling the impending orgasm just on the horizon. Ivan thrusts his hips upward, hitting a spot deep inside me, and I’m soaring... flying deep into the night sky. I sag against his body and let him take control, and he does. He owns my body as if it was made for him.

  He holds me close and thrusts inside me until his cock starts to pulse, jets of hot semen filling my womb in seconds. As soon as the warmth seeps into my bones, I feel the need to sleep overtake me, and Ivan wraps me in his arms, leaving me to do just that... making me wish we could stay like this forever.

  ***

  I’m a nervous wreck, as the day before the auction comes. Thanks to Ivan, I know what is going to take place today, but I have no clue how I am going to get through it. Ivan brought me back to my cell before sunrise, like always, and I’ve been pacing the length of the room since then, afraid that if I stop moving, I may just lose my damn mind.

  My fingernails are chewed down to the skin, and my hands won’t stop shaking. I feel like I might puke, and my stomach throbs with nervous anxiety. When I hear a commotion outside the door, I know it’s starting and all I can do is brace myself for what’s to come.

  In a matter of seconds, my cell door is being unlocked and opened. My heart shifts into overdrive when I see the man entering my cell.

  “Hey, bitch, did you miss me?” Luca greets me with a sick grin. “Get out. It’s time to clean you the fuck up.”

  I suck in a shaky breath and take a step toward him. He snatches my arm and holds it with an iron grip while dragging me from the cell. Cries and sobs echo down the hallway, filling me with even more anxiety. Ivan said nothing bad would happen to me, but I can’t believe him. Not in this moment. Luca walks down the hallway and past the room where the doctor checked me. It isn’t until we turn the corner and head down another hallway that I see other people. Another guy I’ve never seen before is dragging a crying girl down the hall and into a room all the way at the very end.

  “Are you going to be a good girl and give me another show in there?” Luca snickers. “I’m going to need you to get in line and strip in the shower room. Don’t talk, don’t fight, just do as you’re told or you’re not going to like what happens.”

  I nod and he grins, showing off his crooked front teeth. As soon as Luca pushes me inside the room, I see Ivan. He is standing with his arms crossed next to the man who came in my cell with Luca that night. The sight of them standing together like they are old friends feels like a punch in the face.

  The monster who tried to hurt me sees me first and winks at me. He fucking winks at me like this is all a fun joke for him. Ivan doesn’t turn to look at me. He remains staring straight ahead at the two girls already lined up against the wall.

  “Get in line,” Ivan orders and the coldness of his voice turns the blood in my veins to ice. I do what he says and stand next to the other girl. When I finally get the courage, I look up and over at them. When my gaze reaches their faces, I almost fall to my knees.

  They are both crying, their eyes red and filled with pure terror. One has a bruise on the side of her face, while the other looks as if she’s been starved. My heart shatters inside my chest at the sight, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to put all the broken pieces back together again.

  Shame courses through me. They have been locked up under horrible conditions for who knows how long, without anyone like Ivan helping them. They have no idea what’s going to happen to them now, or in the future. The sudden guilt hits me like a ton of bricks. I’ve been sleeping in a warm bed every night, taking showers and having Ivan cook for me while these other girls are down here. I knew this, but it was easier when I didn’t have to see them, when I could forget they were here.

  I chance a peek at Ivan and see him whispering something to the other man. Not once does he look at me or even notice that I’m here. I tell myself it’s not because he doesn’t really notice I’m here but that he’s just trying to remain in character, but it hurts, it hurts bad, and I start crying in silence, closing my eyes and leaning against the wall behind me. I let one tear after another fall down my cheeks. I’m not so much crying for myself but for the other girls here. The ones that I have been too selfish to think about more than a few times.

  I stand there and listen to the other girls being brought in, too ashamed to look at them and their tears. Every whimper and sob that reaches my ears is like another slice into my chest.

  “Strip.” Luca’s booming voice fills the room, and my eyes pop open. Luca looks me straight in the eyes and smiles while Ivan and the third man just stand there looking at the other girls. Having lost my worry about modesty, I start undressing. Two out of the three men have already seen me naked anyway, and if I don’t do it then I’ll just be hurt anyway, and honestly, it’s not worth it. I glance to my right and see the girl next to me frozen in place.

  Ivan says something and when I look over, he’s nodding in the direction of the girl beside me. He tells Luca something that makes him smile, and my insides coil with anxiety. Luca starts walking in her direction, and the girl next to me starts shaking so hard I think she might shatter the teeth in her head. Her skin is pale, and her face is hollow. She looks like she might puke at any second.

  “You know what this is?” Luca holds up something that looks like a flashlight but instead of the light, it has two short metal pieces sticking out of the front.

  When no one answers him, he continues, “This is a twelve-million-volt stun gun and if you don’t get your fucking clothes off in the next few seconds, I’m going to light you up with it.”

  “P-Please,” the girl starts begging, shaking her head back and forth as if she’s trying to escape the nightmare before her. Her arms are wrapped around herself, and I want nothing more than to take her into my embrace and tell her everything is going to be alright. I want to do it so badly that I curl my hands into fists, afraid that I may just actually do it.

  Luca shakes his head in disappointment. “Last chance, bitch.”

  I look over at Ivan, hoping, praying he will stop this, even though I know he can’t. Then, for the first time since I entered the room, he looks at me. He looks me straight in the eyes, and I think my heart stops beating for a second. I’ve never seen him like this.

  His gray eyes are cold, vacant, and unloving. Nothing but hate reflects back at me, and seeing him like this is tearing me apart. How can he be acting? Is this the man he’s warned me about? Is this the real him? Would I have let him touch me had I see him as this man? Would I still love him? I don’t really know.

  Seconds later, I’m forced to watch Luca raise the stun gun and punch the metal tips into the girl’s abdomen. The zinging sound of electricity fills the room the second before the girl’s cries of pain drown out the noise. She falls to the ground on her knees in front of us, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stop
myself from crying, to stop myself from telling him to stop.

  “Get up and strip, you dumb bitch,” Luca yells at the sobbing girl on the floor. When she doesn’t get up, he raises the stick again, as if he’s going to zap her. That’s when something inside of me snaps. I can’t stand here and do nothing. I can’t watch them hurt her.

  “Stop!” I lunge forward and try to slap the stick out of Luca’s hand, but he is quicker and turns the stick on me instead, hitting me with the metal tips right in the arm. My skin burns, and it feels as if I’ve been electrocuted. Pain ripples through my entire body, locking up every muscle. Unable to control my movements and my breath, I fall to the ground just like the other girl had a moment ago.

  I lift my head and my eyes collide with the other girl’s. She’s looking at me like I’m her hero, but she has no idea how wrong she is. “It’s okay, just do what they say,” I whisper breathlessly, desperately wanting to offer her my hand and help her up off the cold floor. She nods, and slowly shoves off the floor.

  “Get the fuck up!” Another voice fills the air, making my body shake.

  I try to push myself up but apparently, I’m not fast enough. I hear heavy footsteps coming in my direction, and when I see the boots in front of me, I know who they belong to. Before I can even look up to meet Ivan’s gaze, he grabs me by one arm. His normally gentle touch is rough and cold as he yanks me harshly to my feet, releasing me with a shove. I cling to the wall behind me for support.

  “Strip,” Ivan orders without missing a beat, and I continue taking my clothes off while keeping eye contact with the girl beside me. I might not be able to hug her or even hold her hand, but at least I can let her know that I see her pain, that I am here with her and that she isn’t alone.

  When every one of the girls, including me, are completely naked, Luca comes around and hands each of us a bar of soap while Ivan and the other guy grab two hoses from the wall behind them and turn the water on. When Luca is done, he takes one of the hoses from Ivan and they start hosing us off with water while Ivan just stands there with his arms crossed over his muscled chest overseeing the entire event.