Chapter 1

Valerie.

I jerked up suddenly, feeling a cold sensation on my body. Blinking my eyes rapidly, I discovered I was dripping wet. "What the fuck!?"

I made to wipe my face but discovered my hands were tied to the sides of the chair I was sitting on.

My brows furrowed in confusion as I tried to recall how I had gotten to this position. But before I could think of anything reasonable, I heard a deep voice snarl.

"Bring him over!"

I looked up suddenly, only to be met with the deep gaze of Lorenzo, staring down at me with his piercing gaze.

I was sure I looked like a character from a comic book with an incredulous expression on my face. A slow smirk danced on his lips as he stared me down.

Did this cocky bastard just splash me with water?

Lorenzo, Alpha King of the Silver Moon Pack, the deadliest pack in New York, and the most feared Mafia Boss in the whole of New York.

You might be wondering why I call him Lorenzo and not Alpha Lorenzo. Well, that's because I don't regard him as an Alpha.

The funny thing was, I detested him. Don't ask me why. I can't tell, but if you've met him. You should be able to understand better.

I heard the rustling of metal behind me and I turned sharply, and my eyes locked with that of my father who looked like he had just come back from the dead.

"Dad, what..." A whisper escaped my lips as I took in his battered form.

He was bloodied; his face was all swollen and bruised, with blood streaking down his whole face. Behind him were two bulky men who dragged him along the concrete floor with a chain bound to his legs and hands.

My instincts immediately took over, and I made to rush over to him, but as I tried to stand, I fell back to the chair I was tied to.

"Dad? What's going on?" I asked.

My Dad's gaze was droopy as the men dropped him carelessly in front of Lorenzo. He couldn't even keep eye contact with me.

"Valerie...save me please," His voice was low but I managed to hear him. 'What has he done this time?' I wondered.

Alpha Lorenzo walked to him and grabbed him by the neck, hurling him up to his level. I watched as my Dad's legs dangled in thin air.

"Now, you're going to watch as I inflict so much pain on your adorable daughter until you provide my fucking money." His voice was cold and domineering.

The wheels in my head spun rapidly as I tried to grasp what was happening, hoping it wasn't what I was thinking.

Because, if it was, if my Dad had taken some money from Lorenzo, then we are both fucked. Because he doesn't give one fuck about me. Not at all.

My eyes were as wide as saucers and my heart raced wildly in my chest, but that didn't stop my fists from clenching and anger to surge through me.

I managed to grasp my emotions and said in a calm voice, "Let him go."

I wasn't sure if he could detect the slight shiver in my voice. His eyes flickered to mine and he smiled devilishly, his tongue running along his teeth in a conniving way.

I watched his hands on my Dad's neck flex, and then he simply released his hold on him, causing him to fall with a loud thud.

He took a few steps towards me and stopped right in front of me. I saw his dirty eyes as it rested on my boobs which were still very wet.

"Hey, my eyes are up here," I reminded him.

His eyes snapped back to mine, flashing with mirth and anger at the same time.

"Take those chains off him. Whatever money he owes, I'll pay it all back."

"Oh really?" He crouched down so we were on eye level and remarked cooly, "I would be very glad if you could provide 60 thousand dollars in less than 24 hours."

"What!?" I shrieked, "60 thousand dollars? What the hell?" I screamed. Even if I kept working double shifts from now till the next ten years, I wouldn't be able to raise that sum of money.

I felt a rage of anger surge through me. Angry at my Dad for taking money from him. I was so sure he had gambled it all away. But with that huge sum? It wasn't enough that he had also gambled away the money kept for my college fees, which was the reason I was forced to take double shifts.

But I knew we were done for. Lorenzo would stop at nothing until he got his money back. No one who messes with him lived to tell the story. Those who lived either lost their hands or their tongue.

"We can make this simple. I know there is no way you can come up with such an amount of money. Not in a lifetime."

Motherfucker.

I began, "Lorenzo..." His eyes flashed dangerously at me, and I corrected, "I mean, Alpha Lorenzo." Fighting the urge to roll my eyes.

He grabbed my chin in an instant, and sneered, "You must have some guts in you to call me by my name. Quite feisty aren't you?"

Trying to grab my chin away from his grasp but he held on tighter, causing my face to scrunch up.

"How about you loosen me up and we talk like two civilized people. I mean...if you have the balls..."

The remaining words died in my throat as a sharp slap sounded on my cheeks and my face immediately flung to the side. I tasted blood.

"You will talk to me with respect, you filth!"

He motioned to the men who were now standing at the ends of the room and they came forward, towards my Dad, each with a stick in his hands, and they began to hit him mercilessly.

"So..what were you saying, sweet cheeks?" His perverted hands glided down my cheeks and down to my chest, to the line in between my boobs.

I snarled at him, feeling disgusted, "You can hit me all you want, you sick bastard. But let my father go!"

His hands on my breasts paused in their movement, and he motioned for his men to stop.

His piercing gaze locked on mine and he asked, his cunning eyes shining with determination. "How about... We strike a deal sweetcheeks?"

A deal with Lorenzo. I'd rather die. But one look at my father as he lay almost lifeless on the ground, completely battered was willing to make me agree to anything. He most definitely deserved it, but I couldn't bear to see him suffer this way. I'm all he's got and he's all I've got.

"I will let your father live and forget about the money on the condition..." His gaze drifted over my body and he smirked gleefully, "On the condition that you become my pet for a year.

I scoffed, then chuckled, not believing my ears, "You.. you what?"

"You heard me right sweetheart," he remarked.

Despite myself, I laughed hard, my cheeks hurting. He deserves an Oscar for being a joker. I wasn't mistaken. He was a sick twisted man if he thought I would easily agree to his terms.

But then my gaze shifted to my Dad as he lay on the floor and my laughter died in my throat. He looked like he was unconscious but as I settled my gaze on him, I could see the faint rise of his pulse on his neck.

"Funny right?" I heard his voice and my gaze snapped to his. "Let's see if you'd still find this funny the moment I blow your father's brains out. "

He motioned for his men and a gun was brought to him. Lorenzo corked it and pointed to my father.

My heart pounded in my ears and before I knew it, I agreed to his request.

"Fine. I will do as you wish."