CESARE'S POV:

I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, positioning my hair to fall towards my face.

It's a rough life, Cesare... Father's voice rang through my head.

I didn't understand that then. The... tough life.

But you did. You saw the roughness and still didn't level your playing field.

But... Guess who's suffering it now? I laughed dryly, running my hand through my hair.

That bastard dared to bare his fangs at me, thinking I wouldn't fight back?

I am a Marchetti. Marchettis fight back. We pay tenfold for one good and a billion fold for messing with us.

Alessia... excitement crept into my soured mood.

How should I break her? Slowly or swiftly? I'm going to treat her exactly as her father- not deserving of life and the grace to live in it.

Speaking of which... I grabbed my towel to wipe myself and walked out of the bathroom.

"Bernardino," I called.

Bernardino bowed. "What are your orders, Boss?"

"Bring me the family head of Ferraro tied up."

"Beaten, Boss?"

"No. Tied- like a criminal."

"Okay, Boss. I'll have it ready tomorrow"

"How did the issue with... Vicky's runaways go?" I removed the towel, grabbing the robe from the bed.

"We've round most of them up. We will have them all by Morning"

"Good. Traitors should be punished... Down to their last generation" I chuckled as I wore the robe.

"Take care of this and bring in the other traitor"

"Yes, Boss"

"Tell the maid at the door to come in when you walk out"

I need to take my mind off this.

I looked at him as he walked off and the maid entered shortly after.

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ALESSIA'S POV:

What the hell was that supposed to be?

What kind of sick goal does he intend to reach with that?

And that lady- the sounds she made.

My legs twitched as I remembered it.

The way he moved... Like some sick monster.

And me? More sick with how aroused I was.

Get a grip, Alessia...

Remember what he thinks about you- you're some... toy.

I grabbed the pillow and placed my head on it.

I growled as a knock on the door interrupted.

"Who's there?"

"Good evening, Ma'am" the maid walked in, scanning around.

"Good evening... What's going on?" I asked, confused.

"The Boss wants you down in ten minutes..." She bowed as her eyes rested on my body.

Of course... Who else would it be?

I groaned as I rested my back on the bed post.

"...Alright. I'll be down in ten minutes"

"T–The---"

"No more, no less" I added firmer, faking a deeper voice to imitate his.

"Okay, Ma'am"

I looked at her as she walked out.

What the hell does Cesare want me this time?

I haven't seen him all day and now he calls for me?

He must be back from whatever evil act he's been up to.

"Fuck it..." I groaned, standing up

Let's go get whatever bullshit he's planned over with.

---

Weird... Why is there no maid standing there?

I turned to the other side of the stairs. Were they relieved of their duties?

I looked at Cesare as I descended the stairs- besides him was a man on his knees whose head was covered.

So, it's another show of power to set an example.

"She's here" he mused, turning to the Man.

Who's---

Wait. That neck chain...

My eyes widened, steps slowing as if I was being pulled into the floor

That's not---

"I brought you a gift" Cesare chuckled, pulling the cover from the head.

That's... Papa?

My heart skipped beats as I rushed down.

"W–What's the meaning of this?" I stuttered, glaring at Cesare when I got to where he stood.

My... Father...

Bound like some common thief?

"W–What have I done wrong to deserve this?" I murmured, looking at my father.

He looked away as our eyes met.

My eyes scanned his body for any marks. He didn't look beaten but...

"Why is my father bound like a thief?" I shot a glare at Cesare who was staring at us.

"Isn't he worse than a thief?" He growled, looking at him

My jaws tightened.

How dare he treat---

"A traitor doesn't deserve the mercy of life"

"My father is not---"

"You still hold on to that lie?" he scoffed cutting in and pulled a pistol from his back.

I gasped as I saw the gun.

"W–What are you---"

I glanced at Papa, who'd lowered his head at this point.

"You're not going to---"

"A traitor's price is death" Cesare looked at me with those cold eyes.

"I'm sure he knew what he was getting into when he---"

"Cesare!!!" I snapped and yelled, loud enough that it echoed.

Papa raised his head sharply looking at me, surprised.

"I warned you never to take such a tone with me ever in your life---"

"Papa..." I turned to Papa, ignoring Cesare.

"W–Why?" I turned back to him, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Why are you so cruel?" I fell to my knees, sobbing.

How could a person disregard another person like this? Despite...

"T–The oath..." I sniffled, looking up.

Yes. There's that. He shouldn't be able to do anything stupid.

"I'm here as part---"

"That doesn't mean anything to me" he cut in, sharply.

"The life of a traitor and his daughter mean nothing to me and getting married to one is a stain to me"

Hah... My hope faded as he corked the gun. My eyes met father's as I turned to him

He closed his eyes, doing that smile that showed in his eyes.

Was he... crying?

My chest tightened.

"I–I'll do anything---" I sniffled, turning to Cesare.

"There's nothing you can do than exist as the sacrifice you are- one that means nothing to me anymore"

I looked at him.

He's going to kill my father.

I exhaled, closing my eyes.

Everything seemed to slow down

The moment his finger pulled the trigger

N–No

"Papa!!!"

CESARE'S POV:

I burst into laughter as she slowly opened her eyes.

Did she just jump forward to protect him?

Ha.

What a filial thing

That expression on her face- confused, scared, angry and hateful face she's making.

Just what I wanted to see.

I wonder what she's think---

"Y–You bastard" She shot me a glare as she raised herself up.

"What kind of... Russian Roulette? That's---" she paused, turning to her father.

"You should be thankful that the gun isn't loaded" I scoffed

I smiled as she turned to me sharply

"What?" I laughed mockingly,

"You think I will grant the traitor such a merciful end?"

"M–Merciful?" She scoffed, letting out a small, confused laugh.

"You think this is merciful, Cesare?!" She yelled, glaring at me.

"You will not take such---"

"Or what?" She interrupted

"You're going to bring all the members of my family and shoot them all lined up?"

I laughed at this as she glared at me.

"You should be grateful I don't have them all killed"

She turned to her father as he coughed repeatedly.

"P–Papa?" Her voice, hitched as she held him.

"W–What's... Breath, Papa... Breath"

I stared at them.

Was that too...

"Bernardino!" I turned towards the door.

Bernardino rushed in immediately, looking at them.

"Take him to---" I paused as he stopped coughing

"I–It's alright, Alessia" he muttered to her, holding the back of her head in an embrace.

"I–I'm sorry for putting you through---"

"It's alright, Papa" she sniffled

"I know you didn't... You couldn't have"

I huffed, turning my face away.

What makes her so convinced that he didn't?

My jaws tightened.

Little rosy brained daddy's girl.

I exhaled as my eyes met Bernardino's

"Take him away from my sight"

"W–What do you---" she turned to me

"He shouldn't be here- ruins my mood"

"You---"

"Remember this, Ferraro head" I glared at him,

"You will suffer the consequences of your actions against the Marchetti family"

"C–Cesa---"

"You do not talk to the Family head like that" Bernardino interrupted, glaring at him.

"You filthy dog... who---"

"Take this filth out of my sight" I cut in, interrupting her.

Bernardino yanked him away from her. He staggered, then looked at her as he tried to stand.

"I have my eyes on you, Ferraro" I chuckled, glancing at her.

"I always do"

She watched as Bernardino pulled him away.

Gosh. He could go easy on the old man a bit.

Not that I care.

He deserves it.

"Now, to you" I mused, looking at her.

She ignored me, stood up and started walking away

"You!" I growled, watching her leave

"Alessia Ferraro!!!"

"This little..."

Would you look at her?

She dared... walk out on me?

I dashed after her

Nobody walks out on me

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ALESSIA'S POV:

I stood up, dust myself and walked away.

I'm not going to entertain him anymore this evening.

I ignored as he called out behind me.

I am not some thing that will be used as entertainment for such a sick psycho.

He opened the door and walked in just as I slammed it shut behind me.

"You should answer if you're called"

I ignored him turning to leave but he grabbed my hand and pulled me in.

"G–Get your---" I shrieked from the pull

"What did I say about stubborn girls?" he snarled, bringing his face closer

I glared at him silently.

"I don't care what you think Cesare"

"Oh?" He smiled, bringing his hand towards my face

He tightened his grip as I pulled my face away.

"Did the thought of dying make you more confident?"

"Get your hands off..." I whimpered as his grip tightened.

"That..." He raised my hand, pulled me closer and grabbed my face with his other hand

"You should learn some manners... You're not the Ferraro princess anymore and this is not your castle"

I laughed, softly, frustrated by the sound of his voice

"Manners? You talk about manners after what you just pulled?"

"Bernardino is going to make sure he gets home safely and---" he paused, looking as I glared at him.

"That little prank?"

Prank?

He calls that a prank?

"You're one---"

"Handsome fellow, I know" he chuckled, tightened his grip on my face as I pulled away, disgusted

"Nobody got hurt and the gun wasn't loaded..."

"That is not---"

"Ease up" he cut in, loosening his grip from my hand as I winced.

"That's how I play... You should get used to it"

He tightened the grip on my face as I flung my hand away immediately.

"Y–You're nothing but a monster" I stuttered, grabbing his hand to pull it away.

"That's a compliment I'll take" he chuckled, looking at my hand

"Especially since it's coming from the daughter of a traitor- means I'm doing a good job"

"Pathetic" I murmured.

His eyes widened at this.

That seemed to have ticked him off

"Did you just call me pathetic? Me?" He pulled me in again grabbing my throat as he released my face.

"Your father conspired to have me killed- after all the good he's benefited from my family, all the oaths he'd sworn and all the friendship my Father gave him..."

I turned my face away

Papa will never---

"I expected you to know better but it seems I was wrong- you've chosen to ignore the facts"

I groaned in pain, choking as his grip tightened.

"Look at me!!!"

I managed to turn my head towards him

"You think I'm pathetic?" He laughed in a dry and dangerous tone.

"For the price of the betrayal... I could kill everyone in your family and give you to my men as a sex slave"

My heart skipped a beat immediately.

"I'm sure they'll enjoy those sick thighs with such---"

I spat on his face at this point.

"Y–You're a sick bastard"

He laughed softly, grip loosening from my hand slightly and with eyes will fixed on me, cleaned the spit slowly with his other hand and licked it.

I gulped, a weird heat blooming at the sight of this.

Seriously?

I bit the bottom of my lips.

There's no way I'm getting excited from this...

"Delicious" he mused, completely releasing me.

"Let's have you spit on something else with that cute mouth"

ALESSIA'S POV:

Cesare's eyes remained locked on mine. I tried to look away, but I couldn't.

He chuckled low, the sound crawling over my skin and making my chest tight.

"Look at you," he said, voice calm but sharp. "Your mouth isn't so smart now, is it, lamb?"

Lamb. That's what I was. The sacrifice for my family.

His hand stayed on my face, pressing against my cheek, firm but not rough. Still, I felt the weight of it, the claim. He didn't stop moving until my back hit the wall. My pulse jumped, fast, louder than the silence between us.

His breath was right there. I could smell it, feel it almost. Mint? No. Alcohol. Sandalwood. Cinnamon.

No-it wasn't just that. It was him. His monstrosity.

And god help me, the same monstrosity that had my body betraying me, wetting my panties like some needy fool.

Why did I suddenly want to taste his mouth, to find out if it really was mint?

My lips ached with the thought. My body cursed me for it.

Damn me. Damn this. Damn him.

He mused, scanning my body as his hand trailed my face and brought his closer.

"You're prettier when you're silent" he chuckled as his face drew dangerously closer.

My heart thumped faster as I looked into his eyes. It was drawing me in, making my body move without my will.

"Mhm..." I breathed, closing my eyes as our lips brushed against each other

The scent of alcohol in his breath intoxicated and pulled me in harder.

Fuck. What's wrong with me?

"Not now, Lamb..." he chuckled, breaking the kiss

"How wild... You're going to rip my shirt off"

I blinked, yanked my hand away from his shirt and turned my face away, my face burning.

Was I---

Damn...

He laughed softly, bringing my face to look at him.

"I don't want to break my cute little lamb now..."

I gulped, eyes lowering from his gaze

By break, did he...? I bit my lower lip, peeking at his body

"You wouldn't be able to take me as I want" his breath brushed through my skin

My legs twitched as I remembered how he'd fucked that maid.

"You're still a cute little virgin"

I looked at him and the way he was staring

"D–Don't underestimate me" I muttered

What the hell was I saying now?

"Awwwnn... Is that right?"

I gulped and just stared at his face...

What's wrong with you, Alessia?

This is the same monster that just toyed with your father.

"Go wash yourself up" he smiled, running his hand softly through my hair.

"We should put that to a test"

My body subconsciously turned before I could stop, the heat beneath me felt like I could run mad or embarrass myself further while he watched.

Perhaps, I did need a shower.

_____

I gasped as I stepped into the room, my eyes trailing around

Was that... Lavender?

What... What had he done?

"This probably isn't what you have in that rosy head of yours" he stepped forward with a smirk

"W–Why..." I stuttered, looking at him.

How did he get all these arranged within the ten plus minutes I spent in the bathroom?

My heart thumped as I looked at the candles well arranged on the floor trailing to the side of the bed

"Now..." He chuckled, walking closer

"Let's see how far you can go"

I gulped as he reached where I stood and looked at the towel around my body.

"I'll try to be gentle"

My lips parted as he dragged the towel off and raised me swiftly, bridal style.

"Y–You don't---"

"Hush, little lamb..." He chuckled, walking towards the bed.

Why was he being like this all of a sudden?

Where's the monster that---

I gasped as he dropped me on the bed.

I could feel my heartbeat- thumping hard against my chest.

He chuckled, unbuckling his pants. That dangerous stare... it already had my body aching with pleasure-the slut.

I stared at him, gulping as his dick sprang free. That was going to be penetrating me and making me moan soon like that maid... I bit my lips.

"You're..." He paused, climbing the bed, eyes trailing my body.

I covered my boobs with one hand, embarrassed as his lecherous gaze scanned me.

"Oh, how much I want to devour you" he growled, bringing his face towards mine.

A moan escaped from my mouth as our lips brushed against each other

"I have to go gently on you" he mused, kissing me harder.

My legs rubbed against each other. I could feel his hard dick against my thigh- hard and warm, sending shivers through me as they poked on them.

He chuckled as I pulled him in and parted my legs wider

"I'm going to hurt you if we continue"

He mused, breaking the kiss and trailing to my neck

I moaned softly.

Frankly, I didn't care right now if he hurt me.

This feeling... right now... I just wanted to be held down like this and give myself away.

I gritted my teeth, my voice hitching when he seized my boob, squeezing hard

"You've grown exceptionally well... It's hard to believe" he laughed softly.

I'd become helpless- my thighs rubbed against each other violently trying to quench the heat that was spreading

I bit down my lip as a sharp moan escaped when his mouth cupped my breast, tongues rolling around my nipples.

His fingers trailed my body like it was playing some game with it.

He definitely knows he had me with the way he was chuckling.

H–Harder... I pushed his head down against my boob... Suck harder...

Perhaps the heat will disappear if he does.

Tears were already forming on my eyes

"F–Fuck..." I stuttered as his finger grazed against my pussy

"Would you look at that...?" He mused, massaging it more with the finger

"You're one naughty kitty"

I groaned as he pushed it in slightly, twirling around just at the entrance.

What was this feeling? An excitement that had my heart fluttering...

"S–Shit" I gasped, trying to pull my waist away as he pushed the finger in.

He paused, raising his head slightly from my boobs to peek at me

He chuckled as I turned my face away as our eyes met, embarrassed.

"Look at me, cute kitty" he mused, moving his finger slowly as he brought his face forward

"Look at me"

I moaned, turning slowly to face him. The way he moved his fingers... Who could possibly disobey?

"Good kitty..." He mused

"Good girls get rewards"

He moved his fingers faster and watched me- shameless, slutty and unholy me... Been broken down slowly.

"Now" he stopped, pulling the finger out suddenly.

I gasped, looking at him.

I was already feeling so---

"I'll make you feel even better"

My eyes trailed down after his. A sudden fear gripped me- was it finally time?

I gasped as he pressed his dick against my pussy- the girth felt like more than I could handle.

But... I wanted this... I want to feel just what she was feeling.

I pressed myself downward as he pushed in slowly

A sharp cry filled the room as his dick penetrated my wall- the sharp pain of my hymen tearing sent shivers straight to my skull.

He stopped, his warmth against my walls. I could feel his dick swelling inside me.

My mind was crumbling with every inch of it.

He looked at me, chuckled and began thrusting slowly, groaning with every thrust.

Y–Yes... That's it... That sound.

I was drawing it from him.

Me.

My body felt like it was melting as he continued faster.

F–Fuck... I–I'm slipping... away...