His Mafia Princess - J.H

Chapter 31

Mirriella pov

"Do you know how to deal with kids like him?"

"Jesus Christ. Don't fucking scare me like that."

"I'm sorry. But do you?" He asked as he leant against the island.

"That depends on what you mean by 'kids like him'." I stated.

"Special children."

"He's not special. He's different, unique." I shrugged.

"That's just a kinder way of saying special." He argued.

"No it's not. But what exactly is wrong with him? I'm assuming he has some form of OCD?" I asked as he nodded.

"He was diagnosed with severe OCD when he was two. He inherited it from my sister." He explained before he bit down on his tongue to stop himself from talking.

"Your sister? Where is she?" I asked as his entire demeanour changed.

"Dead." He said bitterly.

"Right."

"Anyway, you need to go upstairs and change. Your outfit for tonight is on your bed. Make sure you put the tail in." He said.

"Tail? In? Are you dressing me up like some fucking playboy bunny?" I asked as he laughed.

"No. Playboy bunnies get more clothes." He said as he walked out of the kitchen. Excuse me?

"Wait what? Jaden." I said as I ran after him.

He continued to ignore me as he walked into his office and shut the door. Telling me this wasn't up for discussion. I groaned and walked away to my room.

It was literally a bunch of strings. He had me wearing a bunch of strings on my bottom half and two patches for my top half. There was a small bit of lace fabric that covered my crotch and a black bunny tail. When he said in, I thought he was fucking joking. It was a bunny tail butt plug.

I quickly took it all off before throwing back on my clothes and storming off to Jaden's office.

"Open this fucking door." I shouted as I bashed on the door.

"How is my little bunny?" He teased as he opened the fucking door.

"Strings? Why the fuck am I wearing strings. I am not fucking wearing that." I spat at him.

"You will." He said back.

"No I fucking won't be. I refuse to wear that. Either you change my outfit or-"

I was cut off by him pushing me against the wall with his hand against my throat. I had to fight the urge to moan as he did.

"Or what? You'll wear what I tell you to wear, or you will suffer the consequences. Don't forget to put the socks on, and the garter." He said as he removed his hands from my throat and walked to the doorway. "When you come back here, I want you in that fucking outfit. If you defy those orders, I hope you know how to hide a limp." He smiled sarcastically before stepping back and slamming the door shut.

I walked back to my room and reluctantly put the outfit on. I refused to put the tail on until we got there because I was not going to be uncomfortable outside of the necessary time period. I walked back out of my room after throwing on a hoodie and sweatpants on top. I slowly made my way towards Jaden's office, this time not bothering to knock, just walking straight in.

"You know I fucking hate you right?" I asked as I walked over and leant against the desk in front of him.

"I get that a lot. Are you wearin-"

"Yes I'm fucking wearing it." I cut him off in a bored tone.

"Prove it."

"Nope. I'm comfy and I'm not taking my clothes off for any longer than I have to." I stated as he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Well I can tell you don't have the tail in."

"And you would be fucking right. I am not wearing that shit outside of the time I need to. Quite frankly I'm not a fan of anal so having a butt plug up my ass for an extended period of time does not entice me in the slightest." I said as he squinted his eyes at me.

"Fine. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt this time because we don't have the time to argue. You better be wearing it, otherwise you will regret it." He threatened as he stood up.

I followed him out, taking the pair of stripper heels he gave me. I put them in a bag that I had for after all of this was over and pushed it against his chest. There was no way in hell I was going to be carrying it. He scoffed by took it anyway.

"We're taking the truck." He said as he grabbed the keys.

"What about Louie?"

"I've paid Remi more than enough to look after him while we're out." He said as he climbed into the car.

"I can't believe you're making me wear this." I mumbled as I put my seatbelt on.

"Get over it. You're doing yourself a favour as well." He scoffed as he drove out the garage.

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"Get off of me."

"Just put it on."

"I told you, I'm not fucking wearing that tail, it's too uncomfortable."

"Either you put it in, or I'll do it for you." He threatened as he held up the fucking bunny tail.

I groaned as I took it from his hands. I walked into the bathrooms in the facility. I walked into the stall and reluctantly put the tail in. I walked out of the stall and walked around a bit to make sure it wouldn't fall before I stopped in front of the mirror. When I looked up, I saw my dad stood next to me.

"Papa?"

"What are you doing to yourself?"

"W-what?"

"My daughter would never do this. You've changed." He said. Tears came to my eyes as he spoke.

"N-no I haven't. I'm still your little girl."

"My little girl wouldn't do this to herself for a man. You are not the little girl I raised." He spat as I let the tears drop.

He disappeared with the sound of the door hitting the wall. I looked over at where the sound had come from in the mirror. Jaden had walked in.

"Are you done? Because they are- wait why are you crying?" He asked, sounding more annoyed then caring.

"Just looking at the scars." I lied as I wiped under my eyes. "I don't like how they're on show." I shrugged as I looked up in the mirror just in time to see him roll his eyes.

"Well it's better that way. I don't hurt my employees and Katrina knows that. It makes you look more like a neutral party." He explained.

I didn't answer verbally. I just nodded at him.

"Good, now come on let's go." He said as he held open the door.

I sighed as I pushed off the counter. I looked in the mirror to see my dad shaking his head at me. I quickly looked away and walked out of the door.