Owned by Sin

1. "What's your name?"

ZARA’s POV ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
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"What's your name?"

I flinched upon listening his rough and loud voice. Still, my choice was to stay quiet rather than answering the only person who is responsible for the death of my family members. My father. My brother. The ones who were so close to me.

He came forward with dangerous looks in his eyes and captured my arms, making me turn towards him.

"What's your name, mio caro?" He barked over my mouth. I willingly stayed quiet, because nothing matters to me. I would rather die than to become his whore.

His whore.

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FLASHBACK>>>

"You're not doing right. Leave her, deal with us," my father said to the man who was holding my arm.

"Leave her, bastards. Deal with us," my brother shouted.

He laughed dangerously, "And why do you think I should listen to you, Luca Ember?"

"She is a child, leave her." My brother pleaded.

He pulled me back and my back collided with his chest and his lips came so close to my bare neck giving me goosebumps all over my skin. His lips rubbed against my neck as he spoke, "Boss wants her, she'll be a good whore to our leader. He'll keep her entertained, don't worry. And you," his hand wrapped around my body,

"Boss's order is to kill you both and serve your body to him before dinner."

A shiver ran down my spine. He just, called me a whore. He wants me to be his boss's whore.

"You cannot—"

"Shoot him." The person holding me ordered. I pleaded, "No please please please, no," tears flowing down my eyes, "Take me, leave them, please please."

He held me more tightly, his arms around my breasts, kneading them so roughly and his lips rubbed over the side of my neck, "Oh no, tesoro mio, you are supposed to come to Italy with us. I cannot do that."

"Lea—"

"SHOOT," I heard the noise around me. Once, twice, thrice, I don't know how many shots until my father and brother fell on the floor.

I suddenly felt so nauseous. Tears flowed on its own. My voice dried. I was silent. My vision became hazy.

One of the person from the group came forward towards my brother and father to check them and on the other side, my vision blackened.

Last thing I heard was, "Dead."

When my eyes opened the next time, I was in a whole new place. Different colours of walls infront of me. Bigger room than my previous one. Simple, not like mine surrounded by photo frames of me with my family, instead, this room was empty. So empty. I was lying on the bed.

And everything came revolving back to my mind when the door of the room swung open after a knock and a man, charming, 6'3, his skin golden, came walking inside the room. He stood at a distance of one feet front of me, his hands inside his pocket.

His demeanour was speaking volumes that he was the leader of great Italian Mafia. I had never seen him before, but my instincts were telling me that I was right.

'She'll be a good whore to our leader.'

Words rang in my mind and all the charm of the man walking towards me faded and I turned my back towards him.