Once more I glance at my beautiful fiancée. Her crimson lips move as she mumbles in her sleep, and I can't help but grin. She's pure. Innocent. Not allowing me to sleep with her until after we're married. That's more of her father's rule I think, but she follows it to a T.
It's a shame that I haven't even had a chance to sample her. I wanted to be the one to take her virginity on our wedding night, and it pains me to think that I won't be her first. If I go through with this, I'll be her second…but also her last.
My eyes dart to the email message, and I force myself to keep typing. I have no other choice at this point. My money is slowly dwindling, and I need a flush of cash fast.
Big Bad Wolf,
I have what you want, but it's going to cost you. One-hundred percent pure, virgin, 5'4", around 125 pounds, beautiful with dark hair, as you requested.
You will receive the goods once I receive the cash.
And I expect her to be released once you get what you paid for.
Signed,
Supplier
I encrypt the email and send it through a series of undetectable servers. The man on the other side of this message should be receiving it soon.
Feeling sick to my stomach, I back away from the computer and stand up. Pulling out my cell phone, I dial a number I have memorized but rarely use.
When his deep, gravelly voice answers withhello, I tell him, "I need your help with something." I hesitate before I say the next words. "I need to make it look real. I need it to be believable. I'll text you the details."
Unable to steady my nerves after ending the call, I go to the fridge and crack open a beer. Taking a long swig, I make my way back to the living room where my Adeline is still sleeping soundly. She has no idea how much her life is about to change.
I feel shitty for being the one responsible for the pain and heartache she's about to endure, but there's no other way around it. My customers have needs, and I supply the girls for those needs…no matter what. I didn't make my millions by having a heart. In fact, if it weren't beating out of my chest right now on adrenaline, I would think that all that resided in my chest was an empty, black hole.
My lips seal around the bottle's edge as I pour more alcohol down my throat. I'm gonna need a shit ton more alcohol if I'm actually going to go through with this.
I sit on the large leather couch beside the girl of my dreams. Her eyebrows crease, and her full lips part as she mumbles incoherently. She's having a nightmare I realize.How fitting, I think to myself,considering I've been planning her real-life nightmare for the past hour.
Hushing her, I work my fingers through her beautiful hair and down her cheek, soothing her out of the bad dream. Her murmurs stop, and her face finally relaxes from my touch.
Leaning down, I kiss her soft, full lips, allowing myself to linger there for a few seconds. Then I lean back, studying every inch of her gorgeous face. I just sealed her fate with that kiss. In more ways than one.
A pounding at my front door awakens my sleeping beauty. She moans softly and stretches, flashing me a timid smile that has my heart skipping a beat. Adeline is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and I still can't believe her father chose me to be her future husband.
I've watched her grow up from a shy girl and blossom into a beautiful, young woman. It was weird at first, trying not to picture her as Valenti's daughter but a possible mate for life. But it's not like I had much choice in the matter. Valenti does what he wants, and what he says goes.
The pounding starts again, and I grumble as I stand up, setting my empty beer bottle on the coffee table. "Stay here," I tell her.
When you work for the Italian mob, you never know who may be at your door. But when I glance at the clock on the way to the entrance of my condo, I have a good feeling as to exactly who it is.
"Fuck," I curse under my breath when I check the security cam on the small video panel. Salvatore Valenti, the devil himself, and four bodyguards are stationed outside my door.
Steeling myself, I unlock and open the door and am met with a pair of black, beady eyes belonging to my boss and future father-in-law.
"Where's my daughter?" he hisses through clenched teeth. Before I can answer, he pushes past me to storm through the entrance of my condo. Adeline must have known what was coming, because she's already up and off the couch, smoothing her skirt as she plasters on a saccharine smile for her father. I can see right through her, though. She's fucking terrified.Just as I probably should be.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" he snaps at her.
Her eyes instantly move to the floor. She twists the engagement ring, which I placed on her finger just four short weeks ago, around her finger nervously. "No, Papa," she whispers demurely. "I fell asleep on the ---"
Without warning, Salvatore grabs his daughter by the hair and yanks her towards him. I cringe at the action, but it's not like I'm not used to it by now. I've seen him manhandle all of his daughters, but it always seems like he saves most of his anger for his youngest, Adeline.
Sal treats his daughters like dolls, wanting them to be perfectly poised and bending at his every whim, but he has no qualms about roughing them up and putting them in their place.
I'd open my mouth, but I would be signing my own death warrant. You can't ever tell Sal he's wrong…unless you enjoy swimming with concrete blocks tied to your ankles, that is.
