"Let me out" I screamed as I bang on to the metal door.

"I know you can hear me" I screamed.

Letting out a scream I gave up, my eyes scanned the room that only had a table inside. Spotting a camera in the corner of the room I held up my middle finger.

The camera would start moving each time I try to move out of it's frame.

Assholes.

Walking over to the camera I reached under my dress before pulling down my black laced underwear. Placing it over the camera I walked to the table. Sitting on the top of the table I hugged my body.

After what felt like hours the door finally opened. I looked up and the guard entered the room.

"Get up and let's go" he ordered.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked without attempting to move.

"The boss wants to see you" he answered.

“Who Devonte?” I asked

“No”

"Well, I don't want to see your boss. I want to see Devonte" I said and he rolled his eyes before walking towards me.

"Stay away from me," I said and he grabbed me by the wrist before throwing me over his shoulder.

"Hey dick head Bájame" I shouted

(Put me down)

"Stai zitta puttana" he growls at me in Italian before walking out of the room.

(Shut the fuck up bitch)

"Bájame! Bájame! Bájame!" I screamed while hitting him.

I wasn't wearing any underwear and this position was very uncomfortable

He walked me into a room before placing me down on my feet.

"Estúpido," I said and he glared down at me.

(Asshole)

He then looked over my head before leaving. I sighed before running my fingers through my hair.

Here goes

"Shouldn't you be wearing underwear?" A familiar voice reached my ears and didn't dare to turn around as embarrassment washed over me.

I tried pulling down my dress but it seemed to shrink a couple of inches.

"Turn around" he ordered seconds later. His voice rumbled within his chest making it sound deeper and full of power and authority.

I turned around and my eyes met his.

The man from earlier

So he's the boss, the king, the don

I thought he would have been old and ugly.

He sat behind a large oak desk, in a full black tuxedo. The three top buttons of his silk black dress shirt were undone causing his small good chains and tattoos that lead up to his neck to show. His cigar bud rested between his pink lips as he poured some whiskey into a glass.

This man's whole aura screamed power, wealth, authority, and darkness.

Despite all that he was the most gorgeous and hot man I've ever seen. God definitely spent time on him.

"¿No sabes que es illegal secuestrar a alguien?" I said without thinking

(Don't you know that it's illegal to kidnap someone?)

"Speak in English," he said after releasing a lot of smoke from his lips.

"I need to go home," I said and he leaned into his chair before placing the bud of his cigar back between his lips.

"If it isn't obvious angel, you're not going anywhere," he said

"Where's Devonte?" I asked and he took a long drag from his cigar.

"Come here," he said and my legs began debating on whether I should move or not.

"Now," he said while slamming his palm against the desktop.

Regardless of how scared I was I quickly walked towards his desk.

"What's your name?" he asked

"I already told you my name earlier," I said and he pulled out a gun from behind him.

"I didn't hear you quite well," he said

"Giovanna Luna Micalizzi," I said and he smirked.

Fucking asshole.

"I have two options for you, Giovanna," he said. My name rolled off his tongue so perfectly, I couldn't ignore the wetness that pooled down between my inner thighs.

My body was experiencing a lot of mixed feelings towards this man.

"One I either kill you or two you start working for me" he stated.

"I just want to go home dude," I said and he placed the cigar in his ashtray.

He stood up before taking the safety off his gun.

"Decide now or I'll decide for you," he said and a shiver ran down my spine.

"What kind of work?" I asked

"A maid"

"I can't be a maid," I said and he raised an eyebrow.

"Can't you clean?" He asked

"No"

"Cook?"

"No" I answered as my eyes trailed to my fingers.

"Do laundry?"

"No" I whispered.

"I don't like games," he said

"I'm not playing; I really can't do any of those stuff. Believe me when I say I have tried unlimited amount of times"

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Twenty-two" I answered but it came out as a whispered.

"Your twenty-two-"

"I know okay. I'm not proud of it but, every time I try to do something in the house I always fail terribly" I said.

He clicked his tongue before leaning on his desk.

"So you see you'll have no use for me," I said

"You can be my submissive then," he said and I looked up at him.

"Your what?"

"I don't like repeating myself," he said before walking towards me.

My heartbeat increased and my eyes lowered as he got closer to me.

"I don't know what a submissive is," I said

"Look at me," he said and I looked up to meet his mysterious green eyes.

"Are your just playing dumb or, are you just that innocent because either way you're getting on my fucking nerves" he said after searching my eyes for answers.

I think

Well there's nothing to find buddy

I was about to look away when he grabbed my chin. He forced me to look up at him as his eyes pierced through mine.

"Keep those pretty little eyes on me," he said before removing his hands.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone. He unlocked it and then handed it to me.

"BDSM, type it in," he said and I looked down at his phone.

My fingers lingered above the phone icon but it would be stupid to click on it because who could I call when the man is standing directly in front of me with a gun.

Taping on the Google icon I typed in the word BDSM.

My eyes would widen as I read and looked at the image on the screen.

"You want me to be your sex slave?" I said while looking up at him.

“I wouldn't say sex slave,” he said

“Well this looks like slavery, this seems cruel,” I said while showing him the picture of the woman tied up and the man holding a whip in his hands.

"Don't worry I won't be cruel with you, useless you get on my nerves or make me angry" he said. I looked back at the phone before looking back at him.

I couldn't be this man's sex slave. I've just met him and with what he just said I've already gotten on his nerves he seems like a man who's always angry.

Maybe death isn't so bad

"What will your answer be?" he asked

"No," I said and he raised an eyebrow

"I'm sorry what?"

"I said no I won't be your submissive," I said and he took the phone.

"Ok then it's settled," he said before picking up his gun.

I swallowed hard as I awaited my faith, he placed the gun behind him and I raised an eyebrow.

Wait what.

I thought he was about to kill me.

Or maybe he doesn't want to get blood on his perfect carpets.

"Brandon will bring you to the maid's quarters. You'll meet a woman there named Melissa she'll get you a room, a uniform, and tell you the rules" he said while taking up his drink from his desk.

"I told you-"

"Do you want to live or fucking die?" he asked

"No one wants to die," I said and he began walking to the door. He exited the room before the guard came in.

"Let's go" he ordered.

Walking towards him he lead me out of the house and I looked around.

Wow

Despite the people living inside this house- the Mansion was very beautiful.

Dick head lead me to a house a couple distances away from the mansion.

As we entered the house a woman came towards us.

"You know the protocol" he said and she nod.

With that said he left.

"Hello, sweetheart my name is Melissa".

"Hello I'm Giovanna," I said and she gave me a warm smile.

"Let's show you to your room," she said.

The room has a small bed, a desk, a small bathroom, and a dresser.

"Let's go get your measurements for your uniform," she said and after taking my measurements she lead me back to my new room.

She said I should take a shower and rest because I'll start working tomorrow morning. I took a shower and fresh clothes were placed inside the dresser. There were a lot of laced undergarments too with tags.

Why would we need laced underwear, not that I mind wearing them.

I picked out a skirt and a blouse but, the only problem was my ass and hips. Groaning I pulled the skirt off after trying to pull it up. Keeping the shirt on, it covered half my ass.

The room was clean so, I didn't have a problem. I laid down on the small bed before falling asleep.

•••

The knock on the door woke me up. I got up and walked to the door.

"Here's your uniform and an alarm clock," Melissa said

"Oh, and it's almost time to get up”

“What?”

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you yesterday" she said.

I looked at the clock; it was 3:45. Wiping my eyes I stared at it again.

What?

But she said it was time to get up.

Maybe it's not working properly or it needs to be reset.

"Yea we have to be up by 4:00 a.m." she said

There goes my beauty sleep.

Looking at the uniform I frown before looking at hers

"Is this lingerie or a uniform?" I asked

"It happens when a guy is the one responsible for the designs of our uniforms," she said.

"Okay but I think they got the sizes mixed up," I said

"I'm sorry honey but; we have to work with it even though we don't like it," she said before leaving.

I sighed then got into the shower and after I got dressed.

Looking in the mirror I glared at the uniform.

There was a knock on my door and I opened it

"Melissa sent me to get you" the girl standing at the door said.

"Can you just give me a second?" I said before running back into the room. After catching my hair into a ponytail we walked out.

We went to the mansion, since I couldn't cook or clean Melissa had me collect the men's dirty laundry. I brought them to the laundry room with the help of the girl that came to get me earlier.

"I'm Nadia by the way," she said.

"Giovanna," I said before placing the basket down.

"What's your situation?" she asked

"I saw this woman kill these two men at this club and it lead to me being here," I said as my mind went to my sister.

"You?" I asked

"My father owed Sasha and to pay his depth he gave me to Sasha but they still ended up murdering him but still kept me here," she said and I nod.

"Well it's time for breakfast let's go," she said and I looked at the clock on the wall.

We went to the kitchen and Nadia and I was put on serving duty.

We walked into the dining room while shoving the cart of food inside. The room has two tables, one was filled with men sitting at the larger one. The other table was empty.

We placed their meals down as their eyes roamed over our bodies. After six trips to the kitchen, we placed the last plates in front of two guys.

Something fell, I looked down at the mess then looked at the man who was wearing a huge smirk.

"Pick it up and bring another one," he said.

Looking at Nadia she made a face that told me to pick up. Biting my tongue I began stooping down when he stopped me.

"Get on your knees," he said and I looked at the man. He took out a gun and I got on my knees.

They started chuckling and I clench my teeth tightly.

"Now bend over and pick it up" he ordered.

I bend over and groans were heard from behind me.

Disgusting set of men

I quickly picked it up and I got to my feet. The guy next to him purposely pushed his plate of the table.

“Oops” he grinned

"Pick it-"

"Leave it!" a voice boomed through the room that sent shivers down my spine.

My eyes went to the owner and he was looking at the guards who now had their eyes on the table.

If I was to bend down again he too would have a perfect view.

"Since you, two have chosen to throw away your meals you can now get to work," he said and they got up.

"Yes, don,," they said before quickly exiting the room.

"Pick it up and get back to work," he said while looking at me.

I stoop down and picked it up then walked back to the kitchen.

~~