Skyscrapers Fall |18+|

Part VII

| VITO |

My fist smashes into the side of Giasone's head, a cracking sound echoing off the walls as his skull collides with the ground, his blood painting the surrounding tiles.

I feel no remorse as I watch his body slowly slip from consciousness, his blond hair stained red with blood. He's still alive. I would never kill Giasone. He knows that; but that doesn't mean his betrayal will go unpunished.

My men snap into action the moment I step away, dragging Giasone's limp body from the room and mopping up the blood from the floor. It's not long before I'm left alone again.

I run my fingers through my hair in an attempt to calm myself. Ever since last night I haven't been able to concentrate properly on anything.

I knew I shouldn't have put cameras in her bedroom, I knew it was morally wrong. I just couldn't help myself, watching her had become a sick obsession of mine and I wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

When I saw her tossing and turning in bed I expected that she was distressed, I expected she'd struggle to sleep. I sure as shit didn't expect to see her hand slide down her pants, rubbing her sweet little pussy and crying out my name.

Christ, what I wouldn't give to hear her scream my name like that while I'm buried deep inside her.

Soon.

My cock begins to swell at the thought and I adjust it in my slacks, taking a deep breathe in an attempt to calm my thoughts. I can't scare her away.

There's a ball coming up at the end of the week and I'll be taking Daisy as my plus one. I'd been looking forward to my chance to spoil her for a long time now, to dress her up all pretty and parade her around so everyone knows who she belongs to.

Sitting down at my desk, I switch on the camera footage from last night, itching to relive the moment.

I feel my cock harden as I watch her work her body to climax, wishing it was my hands touching her instead. If it were up to me, I'd be the only one allowed to touch her like that, she'll come to me every time she needs release.

| DAISY|

Rays of white-gold light shine through the windows, painting my face with warmth as my eyelids flutter open.

For a moment I smile at the peace and quiet before remembering where I am.

Shit.

I'm being held hostage.

I touched myself last night thinking about him.

Instantly, that feeling of peace evaporates and a sense of embarrassment pushes through me. I take deep breathes and remind myself that there's no way he heard anything, and even if he did, it's none of his business.

My thoughts are interrupted by a harsh knock at the door and I immediately sit up straight, pushing my tangled hair out my face.

"Come in," I call out, my voice hoarse from the sleep.

"I didn't mean to wake you," a man says, stepping into the light and quickly diverting his eyes away from me, as if the sight of me burns his vision.

He's a handsome young man, not quite as handsome as Vito but his features are similar, so similar I have to assume they're related. A brother maybe?

I've heard things before about Vito's brothers, that they're kinder and show more mercy. He's often described as the scariest, which perfectly matches what I'm seeing now.

This man looks... almost timid.

"You didn't wake me," I correct, stretching my aching limbs, "have you come to rescue me?"

He doesn't laugh at my sarcasm, it doesn't even seem to register as he walks up to my bed and hands me a glass of water, his eyes still refusing to look my way.

Tentatively, I pick up the glass and take a sip, letting the cool water soothe my hoarse throat.

"There's ball tonight," the man states, "you are to be Vincenzo's date." He places a large bag and the foot of the bed and turns to leave, "be ready by 7PM."

I'm so caught off guard that I don't even think to call after him and ask more questions, to tell him that I don't have a phone and I have no idea what time it is so he leaves before I get the chance.

Fuck this.

Judging from the fact that I've just woken up and the sun looks freshly risen, I deduce that it has to still be some time before 12PM, meaning I have almost an entire day before I'll need to get ready.

It's strange that Vito's forbade me from even leaving my room and yet he's fine taking me out to a ball.

A fucking ball.

I've never been to a ball before. My mother would go to balls all the time back when my father was still alive, but I was too young to remember any.

Blinking away my eye crust, I reach for the bag and unzip it, emptying out the contents. The dress spills out like liquid, the silky, soft waves of material sliding delicately across my skin. It must be worth a fortune.

As much as I resent this wicked man and his money, I can't help but let a smile form as I study the beautiful garment.

He probably bought an expensive dress at random but I grin at the thought that it's in my favourite colour, the measurements all completely accurate.

I decide I'll play the part for tonight, I'll act like the perfect, docile little pet; but when the time comes, I'll use it as my chance to escape.

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Sorry for the short chapter.
Next chapter will be done prob tomorrow or something.

Love yous xoxo