The Mafia's Pet

Chapter 4

(Song: "Sweet Dreams" by Michele Morrone)

Vanessa

"I'm not wearing this," I say defiantly. Unable to hide my grimace, I toss the dress back to him. He chuckles as though I'm merely a tantrum-throwing child.

I'm already wearing his stupid collar, now he wants me to put on a stupid dress that is way too short. Dad taught us that only girls asking for trouble wear skirts and dresses. Just imagine if he had seen this one!

Diego cocks a dark eyebrow. "Have you never worn a dress before, Mama?"

"N-No. And I don't need to wear one. I'm not the whore you're trying to turn me in to!" I assert, feeling my cheeks flush.

A shadow crosses over his face. "And who called you a whore?"

I ignore the question.

"You said you weren't going to pimp us out. So, why are you making me dress like a whore?" I ask, my voice rising in fear and anger.

"I already told you that you're all mine, Mascota. My club is upscale, so dressing casually will make you stand out." He rises from the bed and adjusts his black suit jacket. "Why don't you go try it on in the bathroom and see how you feel?" he suggests, handing the dress back to me.

I roll my eyes but go into the bathroom, shut the door so the psycho doesn't see me naked, and slip on the golden sequin dress. It clings to my body like a second skin, showing off my figure. It's a really cute dress, but I can't help but feel a twinge of shame as I look at myself in the mirror.

I just can't wear it.

"Uhh, how do you already have clothes that fit me?" I call out from behind the bathroom door.

"I've had enough women in my bed to know what a medium looks like," he shouts back.

I roll my eyes. "Ooh, look who's bragging about all the women he's forced to have sex with him."

He bursts the door open, storming towards me with a furious expression. I press myself against the wall, desperately hoping he won't come any closer.

But of course, he does because the asshole doesn't understand what boundaries are.

He cages me between his arms, his masculine scent consuming my senses. "Forced?" he asks, arching an arrogant eyebrow. "Oh no, Mama, they begged me to fuck them. Just like you will eventually."

I ignore the flutter in my vagina. "Whatever."

Again, he brags about how many women he has fucked, but if he can have anyone he wants, why does he want me?

He allows me to duck underneath his arm and escape back into the room. I can feel his heated gaze on my ass as he follows behind me. "How do you feel about the dress now?"

"I don't...hate it, but we're going to a club. I don't want to be...," I swallow hard. "I don't want to get into trouble with any of the guys there."

His fingers graze my collar, his icy eyes filled with determination. "My club is a safe space for consensual sex. And as long as you have this on, no one will dare touch what's mine."

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"Could we swing by McDonald's?" Alicia asks, positioned on my other side as I'm seated way too close to Diego.

"There's food at the club," Diego mutters, still engrossed in his phone like he has been the entire ride. I crave a diversion from his powerful scent and warmth, but I know he wouldn't trust us with a phone.