Duchess Trilogy: Book 1: Mafia

Chapter Twenty: Pray It Is Not Too Late

Brie's POV

A couple of hours went by, and I finally finished the letter. Marg, his maid, suddenly comes into the room holding what seems to be an extremely see-through red-laced bra and lingerie set. I glanced at her, disgusted by the look of the fit, when she held it up for me.

"The master wishes for you to put these on for tonight. He will be expecting you again momentarily."

"And if I refuse?" I say in a questionable tone.

"I can hold you down like the other times." She said, grinning like she enjoys pinning me down. Soon, another ladymaid came in, looking identical to her. Same posture. Same stare down. Literally the same maid, but two different people. I felt puzzled by the staring pressure and then approached them. I grabbed the bra, undressed myself with the nightgown in front of them, and changed. All I had on previously was lace underwear and the see-through nightgown.

Marg then asked me to remove my underwear. I felt myself growing anxious and saw that there was no other underwear to wear. So, I nodded and then removed the laced underwear awkwardly. They seemed pleased with me not fighting them. I watched Marg go to the bedspread while the other grabbed some shaving cream and a razor. The twins asked me to lay on the bedspread and have my legs wide so they could shave off my pubic hair.

Confused and feeling anxious, I obliged and laid on the bed and spread my legs wide for her. I wasn't sure where to stare as I had never done this before, so I glanced toward the ceiling and rested my arms along my head as she continued to shave around my lower, inner hips and vaginal lips. I tried to relax, but it was uncomfortable for someone to be down there. They continued on down to shave both of my legs as well.

When she finished, she helped clean off the extra shaving cream and asked me to sit up so I could finish changing. She then handed me some thigh-high belts and a thinner red thong than before. I became flushed when I was unsure how to do the belts. The twin grew impatient and then helped me with them and strapped the belts pretty tight. Once they were on, Marg came around and admired my look. She then grabbed some makeup from her bag and proceeded to put heavy makeup on my face. The liner, the mascara, the fake lashes... It honestly felt like too much.

And I was right.

When Marg showed me my reflection, I didn't recognize myself. It made me nauseous to think that some men are drawn to women dressed like this. Right then, Marg packed up her things, and they both left the room. I felt cold and just grossed out by the attire that I wanted to hide. Before I could do that, Carmine's voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Ah, my darling, why are you trying to hide your beautiful body from me?"

"Because this isn't something I would wear before any man I barely know," I say coldly as I cover my see-through bra with my hands, hiding my exposed breasts.

"Watch it, Audrey. I don't want to punish you tonight before your meet-up with Alex." He said in a firm tone. I glanced at the television screen and saw that Carmine was in full nude, sitting in the same chair. I looked away quickly, shocked by this appalled behavior.

"Why are you nude? Don't you have any shame to expose yourself to me!" I shout in protest, horrified by his naked image in my head.

"How is it exposing when I do plan to marry you? Plus, you've seen me, and we had sex before too." He paused as I heard him change to a cheerful tone. "And also, the moment that Alex leaves, I plan to come for you, my sweet. Being by your side all the days of our lives... making love to one another over and over endlessly like before." He says in a soft and sultry voice. It made me sick to my stomach. "Before I go to bed tonight, I want you to dance for me. And watch me enjoy myself of you."

"Go to hell!" I say, still looking away from him. I then feel my arm on fire immediately. I fell to the floor in excruciating pain in my arm and let out a cry. He let me feel this pain for a good minute, but it felt like fifteen minutes.

"Now, let's try this again." He says, then stops the device. I finally was able to breathe. "I want you to dance for me. I already see your ass when you fell to the floor, now I want you to strip for me." He says in a calmer tone once more.

"Does he get turned on by my pain? This is some psycho monster for sure." I think to myself as I gasp for more air from the pain, hugging my arm tightly.

"Get up now, or it will be two minutes with going up a level of volt shock!" He threatens.

"Carmine! Can you just give me a moment to compose myself!!" I beg him, unsure to move.

He grows silent for a moment. "Maybe the meds have made you a little weaker. I'll back off some if you do what I ask. I promise." He says as I hear him adjusting the camera on his screen.

I finally got some strength and used the bedspread to help myself up. He was right, though; it seemed the medicine had taken a turn for the worst and did make me weaker. I stood up taller than I was before and recovered my exposed breasts once more. Suddenly, I heard soft-tempo music on both his and my end going at the same time.

"I do love some slow music for this occasion. I can't wait till I get there, and we both dance skin to skin, me thrusting into you with the beat." I hear him say softly and hear some wet noise coming from his background sound.

I tried to feel tears, but nothing would come out. Right then, nausea took over me and made me want to hurl. I pondered, though, if I got sick enough, would it make me pass out from this nightmare event? As my back was still turned away from him, I moved one of my hands and then placed my finger down my throat to force myself to throw up. Right then, I felt my body taking over and knew I was going to get sick. I ran off to the bathroom and got sick in the toilet.

I could hear his disappointed tone in the background as he called out for Marg through his cell phone. I continued to force myself to vomit and felt lightheaded. I was thankful for what happened next as I rested my head after dry heaving for a while, my body shut down on me and I closed my eyes.

I heard the events before me as Marg moved me to get up, but I wouldn't move because of pure exhaustion. Carmine got annoyed that he went offline and demanded to know when I woke up. I feel Marg and (I presume) her sister carrying me to the bed. They put the covers over me and then turned out the lights. Right then, I let out a deep sigh and then went to sleep.

Now, all I have to do is hope I sleep until I meet up with Alex. That way, I won't experience all this horror again.

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Ryan's POV

It hit the twenty-four-hour mark, and it could only mean one thing. That Alex and Brie are dead. Usually, in the community, if you don't get out by now, your survival rates drop from seventy-five percent to ten percent.

Ten percent.

I shake off the fear and doubt that something bad happened to them. Whoever wanted them both wanted a ransom from us or secrets of the family and did kill them off. It's obvious that it was for power within the family.

Oddly, though, if families use other family members as leverage, then there would have been discussions by now about their safe return for exchanges. Knowing Alex and Brie, they wouldn't give anything of the family business. Ironically, these two are the last people to know about the business side of things. Alex is just the family doctor, and Brie is a new recruit. Simple as that.

I sit again in the lounge meeting room with Janja, listening to the tape to see if I missed anything. But all I can do is sit and wait till someone contacts us. And pray it isn't too late for both of them.