Their Girl - 18+

Chapter eight

I woke up to a knock on my door
"Come in."

The same lady from yesterday walked in, with a bunch of towels in her hand.

"Hello dearie, sorry to wake you, masters have requested you for breakfast."

I sighed and nodded my head, she brought the towels to the bathroom putting them in their rack. "You may take a shower if you wish, you have a half an hour."

"Okay, what's your name?"

She chuckled politely. "Oh I'm so sorry, where were my manners? I'm Mrs. Patsy, I've worked for the Russo family for many years!"

I nodded and got out of bed. I walked into the bathroom and Mrs Patsy left.

I got into the hot steamy shower and started washing myself with the luxury soaps.

I hesitantly snuck a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit gently. It had been forever since I've relieved myself.

I was still a virgin, yes, but that didn't mean I couldn't come on my own.

I let out a soft moan and came, I removed my hand and started cleaning down there.

After another thirty minutes of soaking in the water I got out, drying my hair and body before walking into my closet.

Holy shit. It was filled with clothes, all my sizes. What the fuck? They were all very expensive brands.

They bought me clothes? I went back to the bathroom and grabbed the clothes I had on previously. Hopefully they understand I don't want anything to do with them.

I exited my room and walked down the hallway, stopping in front of the stairs near James.

"I don't know where to go."

He chuckled and nodded his head, I followed him through the expensive mansion before he led me to a dining room similar to the other. Who the hell has two dining rooms?

I saw Gian and Salvatore sitting at the head of the table, I immediately gulped and sat at the furthest seat away, pulling James to sit next to me, god I was intimidated.

"I'm not allowed to eat with you guys." He whispered to me.

He lived here from what I could tell, why didn't he eat breakfast with them?

"Why not?" I asked- in a not-so-whisper tone.

"I'm on the job, and bosses like their privacy." He whispers again, looking at them, who just continued staring at us.

"Well bosses can suck it up." I watched their eyes darken before a girl came out, a tray in her hand. She placed down a plate in front of us all before bowing and exiting.

I pushed my plate away. "I'm not hungry."

Salvatore immediately spoke "Eat the food before I force feed it to you."

"I don't want to eat this."

Gian then talked "Then what do you want? I'll have the chefs prepare it."

He thinks we are cool, as if he didn't just yell at me last night.

"I don't want anything."

Their eyes darkened even more.

James awkwardly cleared his throat, I had forgotten he was even here.

"I don't know what you want from me, but I will give you whatever, just please let me go." I said- begged.

Gian shook his head "You aren't leaving, and we don't want anything from you-"

I scoffed and crossed my arms stubbornly.

"-besides you." I rolled my eyes at his words.

"Well I won't let you have me."

"You're already ours." Salvatore retorted.

"Just accept it Camila, you aren't leaving, we will be so good to you." Gian said, James was long gone by now.

"Oh? Is being good to me yelling at me and throwing things? Or is it kidnapping me and forcing me to eat your food? Or maybe it's forcing my friends into a criminal gangster wannabe clan."

Their eyes flashed with guilt.

"We will try to be better for you, piccolina. We will improve for you, we will do this the right way, no more force. We want your forgiveness, and we want to start over again, what do we have to do? Anything within reason." Gian said.

Anything huh?

"Let my friends go."

Salvatore sighed "They know about the mafia, we can't let them go."

I sunk in my chair.

"Well can I at least see them?"

They shared a look before nodding.

I didn't share any emotions, just stiffly nodding.

"When?"

"Today is fine, if you want, little kitten." Gian said.

I cringed at the pet name and nodded, I could finally see them, god I would do anything to swap places with them, even if it just relieves a little bit of what they are going through.

-

We were now standing in front of a lambo. A two fucking seat car.

"You are going to have to sit on my lap kitten." I heard Salvatore's deep voice from behind me.

I shook my head "Absolutely not!"

I walked to a nearby car in their huge garage, a reasonable four seater. "Let's take this one."

They smirked but walked over regardless. I entered the back of the car, greeted with cool leather seats.

Salvatore entered the drivers seat and Gian in the passenger seat.

We soon started driving out of the estate.

"We have some conditions, kitten." Gian said looking at me through the rear view mirror.

"What?"

"You must be near one of us at all times, no wandering off." He said.

"And if you try to escape, we will catch you easily. We know Italy, we own Italy, and you are barely familiar with Milan. Just remember that."

I hum as an answer before looking out the window, gazing up at the beautiful sky.

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