Mafia Boss

Chapter 7: NO

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Recap:

The man came out from behind the shadows.

I gasped as I realized who it was. James.

"What do you want with me? Where are my clothes?" I gritted my teeth, practically growling at him.

"Your clothes are in another room, and I want you. Peter got lucky, finding you and all. Probably banged you a few times, and now maybe he caught feelings. I don't know." He smirked.

I stared at him blankly. My shoulders tensed and the rope around my stomach was burning my skin a little.

Whoever tied me up, did it tightly. A little too tight.

James slowly walked towards me and held my chin up with his right hand, so I had no other choice but to stare into his deep eyes.

He held his left arm behind his back as if he was hiding something. He saw that I noticed this and dropped his right hand from my face and turned around.

He fixed the camera in front of me so that way it would face me pefectly. Even more than before.

He turned around again, and looked me right in the eyes. He held his hand up and slapped it across my left cheek. It stung like a bitch.

I felt his hand leave an outline on my face, as if his hand was still there. I cried out in pain as the stinging continued on my face.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" I yelled at him.

He laughed at me. I guess he thought I was being funny, the little peice of shit.

He slapped me again. And again. And then a fourth time. All with the same force, bringing twice the pain each time.

He backed away and turned the camera on. He pressed record.

"Well, well, well." James said, talking to the Camera. "You know, I never really liked you, Peter. I only wanted to make that deal with you so I could get close to this little, cupcake." He took his index finger and slid it across my right cheek. The one he didn't slap.

I turned my head away from him.

He stuck out his tounge and licked my cheek moving closer and closer to my mouth. He reached it and kissed me hungrily. I bit his lip, but to my surprise it didn't affect him to much. It only seemed to make him more physcotic.

"I saw you with Ellie, here, Peter. I saw her shaking that fine ass at the club tonight. Oh, how it jiggled!" He smirked.

"I new I had to have her from the very beginning-whenever I saw you two at that fine resteraunt together. You looked at her so lovingly."

"You didn't even see her for the hoe shd really is!" He punched me in the face. Not hard enough to knock me out, but enough to knock the wind out of me. "Isn't that right Ellie, dearest?" He smiled his vicious smile again.

I rolled my head around. It pounded from the pain in my face and skull. I felt a bruise already starting to appear on my face. My eyes were puffy from crying and from the multiple slaps.

He lowered down and kissed me on the lips and stuck his dirty tounge in my mouth. He tasted like lettuce. His rough lips touched mine. He pushed his tounge in again and swirled it around with mine.

I pulled my head back to try to get him off but he wouldn't stop. Finally he let go of the kiss and backed away again.

"Ohhhhh, daaamnn. She taste amazing! But the lips won't be the only thing I'm tasting tonight." He slowly licked his lips while he looked at my lower stomach.