“Stupid motherfucker, you think you will ever rid me? You can try.” And she cackled. I couldn’t take her voice anymore.
“Shut the fuck up!? Julio, duct tape her mouth shut.” He obliged, but she still laughed through the tape on her wrists and mouth. “Take us home.” I ordered Monte.
“Boss?” Monte questioned. “You haven’t been home in months.”
I pulled my gun and placed it to Monte’s temple. “Who the fuck are you to question me?” He remained silent and turned onto the street to take us home.
When we pulled into the driveway, I opened the door. “Bring her to the basement.” Julio pursed his lips. I pushed the front door open so hard it slammed against the wall behind the door. I walked into my office and moved the bookshelf in front of the door leading to the basement. The basement was a dark, unfinished room. It had minimal lighting, chains on the wall and floor, a single toilet and sink in the corner, and a mattress on a metal bedframe in the middle of the room.
This is one of the rooms my father used to use to break whores in, to drug them and let his men have their way with the girls to make sure they were good for the job.
Julio carried Fallon down over his shoulder. She was kicking and hitting his back. Monte tried to hold her feet but she kicked and fought as hard as she could. Julio dropped her onto the bed and I grabbed her already bound hands and replaced the duct tape with handcuffs that were cuffed to the frame. She screamed and fought me as I held her down.
“Do you know what this room is for, mi amore?” I gave her an evil smirk. When I saw her looking around and starting to get nervous I answered for her. “We break in our whores down here. This is where you’re going to be after you give birth to my child when we are breaking you in to work the streets. And I already know you’re a good fuck, but all of my men will know too.” I smiled sickly at her as she gazed into my eyes. “Take off the tape on her mouth.”
After the tape was off, she began laughing hysterically. “Anything is better than fucking you.” And she continued to laugh. This finally hit my last nerve.
“Leave us!” I yelled at Julio and Monte. “And close the door on your way out.”
I pulled her legs to the end of the bed and bound them to the frame. Fallon started to scream and tried kicking me but I held her well. I began to take off my shirt and pants. I climbed on top of her and tore her robe open, exposing her naked body to me. “Get off of me you motherfucker!” She screamed and fought me. “Get off!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Anything is better than fucking me? We will see.” I pulled her face to look me in the eyes. “You used to crave me, Fallon.” I pinched her nipples. “You used to get wet at my slightest touch.” I rubbed her clit.
“Stop.” She begged, knowing she can’t resist me.
I plunged 2 fingers into her pussy. She was tight. “Been saving yourself for me?” I smirked. She turned her head so she was facing away from me. I pulled it back to force her to look at me. “Do you think I like this, Fallon? You’re the only woman who has never thrown herself at me. You tease me. You make me crave you. Then you go and leave me, forcing me to fuck random whores to get off.” I bit her neck, hard, making her squeal.
“Maximo. Stop.” She pleaded.
“You don’t understand, Fallon, I can do anything I want with you. You are my wife.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “I’m not your wife, I’m your prisoner.” And the bitch head butted me, hitting me hard in the nose.