Repaying the Mafia’s Dept

Isabella It’s morning again.

I shuffle, grab on to the edge of the rail and stand up. At least I can do that. I’m just stationary like a dog that’s been tied up. I imagine Tristan watching me through some camera. It makes sense that he would.

I gaze through the window, making another fruitless attempt to try and guess which island I’m on. I know I’m never going to be able to figure it out just from looking through this window, but it beats staring at the wall, accepting doom.

My stomach rumbles and I glance at the untouched food from yesterday, wincing at the sight. Both the soup and the bread still smell nice. I would have eaten it, but I still don’t want it. I don’t want anything.

My stomach might be complaining from the lack of food, but I can’t eat when I’m worried and afraid. I can’t eat anything until I know what’s going to happen to me.

I barely slept. I don’t know how I was supposed to with all that’s happened in the mere twenty-four hours that have passed.

I had sex with Tristan, I’m still wearing this piece of shit gown, my ass hurts from being spanked, and my left wrist is cuffed to the rail on the window. There was no way I would have been able to sleep properly.

Jesus Christ… I can’t believe it all.

It’s all bad, but I’m still stuck on the fact I had sex with him. I’m mortified at myself and disgusted I never even put up a fucking fight. Not to mention that we didn’t use protection. I guess I should be grateful my father stuck me on the contraceptive injection. It’s one of those types that last for a few years.

I didn’t even think about that yesterday as Tristan pounded into me.

I just allowed desire to take me, as if that’s an actual excuse. It’s not acceptable and makes me look weak.

At the same time, I have to acknowledge the weakness only existed because I did like him. I wasn’t just attracted to him when we met, I liked him.

Desire rekindled those feelings. That’s what it was. With those emotions present, it wasn’t hard for desire to take over and screw with me. Screwing me over.

It won’t happen again. I won’t allow it to. Our little crazy sexual stint yesterday doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter how real it felt or how he looked at me. It doesn’t even matter his actions prior to getting to this damn island might have been real. What matters is I’m here.

I’m still here, caught in a trap, and everything he did was still a trick to lure me. That will never change. So, he doesn’t deserve any credit whatsoever. He’s still a bastard. He’s still my captor. He still kidnapped me.

Right now, I have to assume every moment I’m alive is a blessing. It means he’s keeping me alive because he still thinks he can get what he wants from me-my father’s location.

I won’t hold out on hope and think he won’t kill me. I’ve long since learned not to hope or see any light in others when there is none.

I need to escape. That is all I know right now.

As to how or when I’ll be able to do it… Well, that’s the hard part. The part that’s a mystery to me. I’m locked in this room and the only ways out are through the door and off the side of the balcony.

As in into the sea. That is not an option.

I’m a strong swimmer but even I know I’d never survive if I decided to take on the sea. The waters I can see outside are dangerous and a warning in itself not to contemplate going in them. It certainly won’t end with the escape I’d be hoping for.

That’s exactly why I’m in this room. Tristan knows I can’t swim away from him and he knows I wouldn’t be foolish enough to try it.

That means my focus has to be on getting through that door. Only that. Not anything else. The fear of never being free again will guide me.

This is an island so there must be a boat or something Tristan used to get here. There will be a way off. I just have to be able to find it.

If I make it out of this, then I owe it to myself to be free of everything else too. Everything meaning my father.

Tristan confirmed my suspicions when he said the devil took everything from him and he had to be worse. My father must have killed someone for him and now I’m here cuffed to a wall suffering for it.

The thing to pay attention to is Tristan isn’t going to be the only person my father harmed in that way. Even if Dad finds a way to get me out of this situation, someone else will come for me because I’m his daughter.

So, if I get out, I’ll run to the edge of the earth to escape everyone.

The only person who has shown me mercy is Sacha, and I’m sure I’ve killed him. This is the second day I’ve been missing, even if they thought I escaped he’ll get the blame no matter what he says. There is no excuse he can come up with that will suffice how I slipped away from him.

The key rattles in the door and I turn to face it as it opens. I’m completely surprised when I see a beautiful blonde woman walk in carrying a tray of food.

She looks at me uneasily but offers a little smile.

“Good morning,” she greets me. “I’m Candace.”

I’m so happy to see another person who isn’t Tristan that my first thoughts are maybe she can help me.

“Please help. I’ve been kidnapped. I was taken here against my will. I need to call someone,” I blurt, and the discomfort deepens in her face.

Her gaze darts to my hand cuffed to the window rail and I realize I’ve been foolish again.

Look at me. I’m wearing a sack, handcuffed to the wall, she just brought up food for me… because she was told to.

She’s with Tristan. She has to be working with him.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure you eat something,” she answers.

I don’t say anything. I can’t. All I can do is shake my head. Not at my situation, at her.

“You work for him. Don’t you?” I ask.

“I do. Look-” “Don’t,” I cut her off. “What are you going to tell me? What are you really going to tell me, Candace?” I emphasize the syllables of her name.

“I’m going to tell you to eat. That is all.”

“Shame on you,” I snap, and her eyes widen. “Shame on you. It’s people like you who stand by and watch others suffer. You’re a woman, just like me. A man drugged me and kidnapped me. He brought me here to this place. What happened to me is every woman’s nightmare and you’re standing there telling me to eat.”

I’m being incredibly rude, but I don’t care. I’m right. If I weren’t right, she wouldn’t look so ashamed of herself.

“I’m sorry to upset you,” she apologizes.

“Yeah? How about you just leave me alone.”

She presses her lips together, visibly humiliated, then comes closer to set the tray down near me.

Quickly, she collects the tray from yesterday and heads out.

When the door clicks shut, I bring my free hand to my head and stare down at the food she brought. There’s a Spanish omelette, toast, and fried bacon. There’s a cup of hot chocolate too and a glass of water.

I don’t want any of it.

I return my gaze back out to the sea and get lost in the motion of the rolling waves as I try to figure out what to do.

When the door opens again hours later a man comes in.

I can tell straightaway he’s Tristan’s brother. They look remarkably similar and have the same eyes.

Seeing him makes me wonder how many people are here. I was under the impression it was just Tristan, until I saw Candace earlier.

Like her, he’s carrying a tray with food. Sandwiches for lunch.

“Not eating?” he asks.

“Please let me go,” I reply, but he just stares back at me.

“Will you tell me where you father is?” he asks.

“I don’t know where he is.”

He sighs and instead of continuing the conversation he swaps the tray around with my untouched plates from this morning.

As he looks back at me, I sense that vibe of danger and I know he’s just as ruthless as Tristan is.

I get the impression silence is his weapon. His dark gaze sends a shiver of fear through me.

“It would be in your best interest to tell us where your father is. If we find out you know where he is and lied to us. You won’t like what happens next.”

That’s all he says and leaves me.

I swallow hard as the door swings shut and hold back the tears. I don’t want to cry anymore. I can’t resort to being that crying woman who gives up. I can’t allow that to happen to me even if it looks like hope is gone.

An hour passes and when the door opens again, it’s Tristan.

He’s carrying clothes that look like they’re for me in one hand and a sandwich in the other.

When I last saw him, he spanked me.

I’ve been whipped. I’ve been pushed around like I’m nothing, but no one has ever degraded me in such a way before. Nobody.

I know I was wrong to hit him with the plate, but fuck, I can’t exactly say he didn’t deserve it.

Now he’s here again and I don’t know what he’s going to do to me.

The man confuses me. His body only reacts that way to me because he’s attracted to me too, and I don’t think we would have had the sex we had if he just wanted to chain me to a wall.

He sets the sandwich down first, then the clothes, and stares at me.

“Are you going to behave today?”

“Behave? I haven’t done anything wrong,” I retort.

“You threw a plate at me.”

“You kidnapped me, so you definitely deserved it. If I had a gun, I’d kill you.”

He actually laughs at me like I’m a joke. I suppose I am. I’m the one who’s handcuffed to the window, completely at his mercy.

I can’t do shit and we both know it. Even if I could do anything, I’m sure I wouldn’t get close enough to pull the trigger. He’d stop me.

He pulls a key from his pocket and I can’t help the feeling of relief that washes over me when he undoes my wrist.

“Get up,” he orders, and I stand. “Why aren’t you eating? Think you can starve yourself and I’ll take pity on you?”

“I don’t want your food, I want you to let me go,” I answer.

“You haven’t eaten in days,” he points out, ignoring my plea.

“I don’t want your food, I want you to let me go,” I repeat.

“You will eat when I give you food, and like I said before you aren’t going anywhere until you tell me where your father is.”

“And like I said before I don’t know where he is. You asshole, what is the matter with you?”

He grits his teeth and clenches his fists at his sides.

“Isabella, fucking eat the food. I swear if you don’t you will not like what happens next.”

“I don’t want to eat,” I cry.

He reaches for me and I shove him hard in his chest, but I hurt my hands. He has a chest made of steel and I’m useless against a man like him.

I’m also weak. He’s right to point out that I haven’t eaten in three days and I feel like shit.

When he comes after me again, I can’t move out of the way, so I do the only thing I have strength for and slap him hard across his cheek.

“Get away from me,” I cry. “You bastard.”

My eyes dart to the door. If I could just get to it, I could run away. I could try.

I attempt to move forward but Tristan reaches for me again.

The moment of hope fades, and fury makes me take the opening I see and dole out another slap to his cheek. A slap I know I’ll pay for.

Growling, he lifts me into the air just like the other day and carries me over to the bed.

This time he’s so mad he rips the gown off my body and tosses it over to the corner somewhere.

I’m naked and I can’t hide myself from him. He won’t let me.

I don’t know what he’s going to do to me.

Spank me, fuck me, or kill me.

The feral look in his eyes suggests he might do all three.

Shoving me down on the bed he pins me down with his weight when he gets on top of me and grabs my wrists to hold over my head. In this lock I can’t do anything at all but thrash against him.

“Get off me,” I rasp. “Leave me alone. I don’t want you near me.”

I can’t have him so close, not after yesterday. I can’t allow confusion to take me and screw with me.

I thrash against him trying to break free. I already know I won’t win but I’m not going down without a fight.

Unlike yesterday I do my best. I try. But when he presses his lips to mine, I know deep down that the fight is over. The force that’s drawing us together is stronger than the both of us.

I know yesterday can’t happen again, and he must know too.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Why are we doing this then?

Why can’t we stop?

His savage cruel kiss devours my will to resist him and I can’t believe I’m allowing myself to give into him again.

When he releases my hands, we kiss open mouthed, hungry and greedy. He kisses me like he wants to take everything from me, not just my father’s location, but me too.

Tristan is kissing me like he wants me, working my lips against his until their swollen and tender from the fire in his kiss.

He slides his hand behind my head, angling me to deepen the kiss, allowing me to taste him and fall deeper down the chasm of desire.

I fall, surrendering to passion’s call to make me it’s slave. I fall deeper when he runs his hands down my neck and slides down to the swells of my breasts.

I want him to touch me so badly by the time he fills his palms with my breasts, I’m moaning into his mouth with need and my treacherous pussy is clenching with that same need, greedy for his cock.

He squeezes my breasts softly as he continues to make love to my mouth. His fingers caress my skin as he works his way over to my nipples which harden at his touch.

Pleasure fills me, stirring deep and low in my core and it gets so much better when he leaves my lips and lowers to take my left nipple into his mouth.

I lie back, allowing him to suck.

He sucks and circles his tongue around the peak, making it painfully tight.

When I arch my back, pressing my breasts into his mouth he takes me in deeper, setting my whole body alight with pleasure.

He touches me like he knows exactly what my body wants. Sucking my breasts hard then moving from one to the other giving each the same attention.

It’s been so long since I was touched like this, years. Years since a man just wanted to touch me and taste me. He’s doing it all, driving me insane for him to be inside me.

I don’t know how the hell I went from wanting to kill him, to wanting him to fuck me.

Reality peaks in on that thought but he eradicates it when he cups my sex and slides his finger right inside my pussy.

“Tristan…” I breathe out. The pleasure is too much.

It’s almost unbearable but I want more of what he’s doing to me.

I moan again when he circles my clit and starts rubbing the hard nub. Then he just stops, and I wonder if this is how he plans to torture me.

I’m actually relieved when he grabs my leg and moves off the bed. He pulls me to sit and parts my thighs then crouches and licks over the skin of my mound.

“Don’t you fucking dare try to stop me,” he warns.

“I’m … not,” I breathe, my voice hoarse with the deadly combination of desire and need.

“Spread your legs wider for me. I want to taste your pussy,” he commands, and I obey.

Once I spread my legs, he buries his head between my thighs and starts eating me out.

Mindless moans fall from my lips I can’t control or stop. I don’t want to. I also don’t want to stop feeling like this.

He licks and pushes his tongue deeper inside, taking everything I have and I arch my back, pushing against his mouth.

I run my fingers through his hair, and he glances up at me. It’s for a fleeting second though and I don’t get to take note of anything else because a greedy orgasm tears through my body.

It takes me violently and I come hard, thrashing against his face while he cups my ass and continues eating me out until my arousal flows right into his mouth.

Fuck… I’m on fire. My skin is on fire and I can’t breathe.

He drinks me and doesn’t stop taking until there’s nothing left. It’s only then that he lets me go and stands drawing my gaze to the massive bulge of his cock pressing against the front of his pants.

I truly believe the only thing left to do is fuck me again but the shift in his eyes is a tell of the shift in the mood.

Fear comes back to my mind when he rests his hands down either side of me and comes right up into my face.

“I’m not going to fuck you again,” he says with a sneer. “And it’s not because I don’t want to. I do.

You know I do. But I’m not doing it today.”

But he will again… My mind is so tangled I can’t focus. My skin is on fire from what we just did, and I’m shocked at the way my body reacted to him.

My body?

No… it wasn’t just my body. It was all of me. I didn’t just react and he’s right. I do know.

“Why?” I whisper and he straightens up.

“Because right now we can’t be the guy and the girl at the club. This is us and you have information I need.”

“I don’t.”

He straightens and shakes his head in dismay. It’s clear he still thinks I’m lying.

“I don’t know where my father is.”

“You need to eat Bellezza,” he says ignoring my comment.

He makes his way over to the door and I grab the sheet and cover myself.

I watch him walk away, but there’s something I want to know. It’s not relevant to my situation and doesn’t help me in any shape or form, but it’s on my mind.

“Tristan,” I stop him and his hand stills on the door handle.

“Who? Who did he kill for you?” The moment I ask the question I wish I didn’t.

“I can’t talk about that with you. Not you… the devil’s daughter,” he answers, and I feel so bad.

He goes through the door and numbness fills me.

My father is his enemy and so am I.

I don’t think I’ll be able to get myself out of here. He doesn’t believe I’m telling the truth and that look in his eyes just now was raw hatred.

I’m not stupid, I know Tristan wouldn’t have contacted my father like the average kidnapper would for ransom. That’s not the plan. I’m trying to think the way he would. He wants a life for a life.

My father’s life for mine, but Tristan wants to find a man that’s managed to keep himself hidden from the world.

I know my father would never sacrifice himself for me. He’d sooner see me dead than allow that to happen.

He’ll do everything to get me back, just not that.

If we continue as we are there’s going to come a time when I won’t be of any use and Tristan will realize taking me was fruitless.

I don’t doubt he’ll kill me then to get back at my father.

The only way off this island might be death.