Amy's pov

He was right behind me, so close that his hot breath brushed my ear when he spoke and his body heat transferred over to mine through the tissue fabric I had on.

I jerked away as if I had been electrocuted, turning around to face him.

"It's you."

As I had rightfully expected, the man behind me was the same pervert from the hotel.

He walked over without an ounce of rush in his steps, and for some reason his blue eyes pinned me down. I couldn't dare to move. I was struggling to even breathe.

His fingers reached under my chin, tipping my head up.

"Your pictures do you no justice, all perhaps Jeremy is just as useless at photography as he is at gambling," he said Jeremy's name with such familiarity, does that mean that he wasn't working with the casino.

"What do you want from me? Why did you kidnap me?"

"Kidnap?" He returned the word back to me as if that was the first time he heard it. He held my arm firm but not painful, however I couldn't even dream of breaking out of his grip.

He went with me towards the table, then his hands began to scan around the orderly mess before peeling documents from it all.

"Read it," he said in a commanding voice, thrusting the document into my hands.

I took it, then my eyes went wide.

"What is this?"

"It's called an exchange, bunny." He said then he sat at the corner of the table pulling me close until I was between his legs.

"Jeremy owed me a lot of money, he was a frequent one at my casinos. Eventually he managed to rack up a 10 million dollar debt. That's impressive, even for him. Of course it was now at an amount that could only be paid with a life so he decided..." he leaned forward and pulled me even closer. "... That it wouldn't be his life, he handed you over on a silver platter luring you to the hotel so I could see if you were worth it."

"That's not true..." I said even though deep down underneath all of my denial my sense of reason that I had suppressed ever since I started dating Jeremy told me it was.

"Jeremy would never do this to me, we've been together for 5 years...once everything settled we were going to get married!"

He shrugged his shoulders, powerful muscles moving his black button down shirt.

"It doesn't really matter what you believe or not," he said, then when he saw my face shimmering with tears he coughed, "however there's no harm in drilling it in that you have no choice here."

He fished his phone out of his pocket while still casually holding me in an iron grip. When the person on the other side answered he placed it on speaker.

"Mr Moretti, I hope you're enjoying your package," Jeremy's voice came through, "I'm glad you took her even though she's not that much to look at if I'm being honest."

My mouth fell open when I couldn't speak, Mr Moretti didn't have that issue.

"Just keep your slimy feet out of my casinos if you know what's good for you." He sounded very laid back but serious enough to tell you that he wasn't giving an empty threat.

"Don't worry boss, this time I'll be coming with cash and -"

"Sweetheart, come to bed!" A woman's voice came through from the background loud and demanding.

"I'll be there in a moment, honey...have you put Lucas to bed?"

"Yes, now get over here!"

The more I listened to the more I listened the more it felt like the ground on the needs of my feet was peeling away.

If it wasn't for Mr Moretti holding my hand I would have collapsed right there and then.

He ended the call with Jeremy.

"Still having doubts?" He asked with a cocked eyebrow then reached up to curl my hair around his finger.

"From the look on your face I'm guessing you didn't know anything," he stated frankly then went ahead to explain everything.

3 years ago Jeremy had a one night stand, she got pregnant and they've been raising their son together. The woman either doesn't know that they are others in the picture or she doesn't care. Either way he had proposed a year ago and they had a simple court marriage.

As I listened to Mr Moretti I lined up the dates and it clicked precisely with the times that he had to 'go on a trip with friends' or 'visit family'

And as for the inheritance from my grandma he blew it all in one night, didn't even win a single game.

The fairy tale I had built in my head collapsed one card after another until it was just a rubble of dreams.

"So what are you going to do with me now?" I asked, feeling numb inside as he continued to fiddle with my hair. "Will you kill me in his place?"

He paused then lowered his hand to my waist.

"Now why would I do that? It would be such a waste."

He got up, rubbing his fingers on the thin fabric. It felt like he was touching me directly.

"From now on you work for me, pleasing the men I ask you to until you pay off all the debt."

I chuckled, and couldn't help it. He seemed surprised. Of course he was shocked. Who wouldn't be if someone was laughing in this situation?

"Until I pay the money off...so basically I'll be working for the rest of my life?"

"Not exactly, but I've hardly ever seen any of the women leave once they dipped their legs into the job."

In that moment I saw that I had a choice, I could either be swept away by the storm or surf it.

Tentatively I reached up, wrapping my fingers around his neck.

"I was actually a virgin before I met my boyfriend, someone will have to teach me how to please men."

The corner of his lips tugged.

"I break everything I touch bunny. What makes you think you're going to be any different?"

"Cause I'm already broken, Mr Moretti."

Antonio's POV

"I don't want a toy that is already broken," I said, pulling her hands down as if her touch didn't burn in the most delicious way. "It's no fun,"

"I see." She said quietly, I moved past her successfully hiding the bulge in my pants as I dialed Madame Loretta on the intercom.

"Come take her away."

Before I do something I regret

The five minutes I waited for Madam Loretta felt longer than my three decades of life.

She arrived not a second too soon and took that woman away, the second she was out the door I could finally breathe and my bulge was finally relaxing.

Normally I'm not the type to be slaved by my base desires. That was for weaker men who decided with the head downstairs not THE Antonio Moretti.

It all started from the second that bastard Jeremy showed me her picture.

She was wearing this big, goofy smile that ran from one ear to the next wearing a one piece that evoked an immediate reaction from me. I already had more than enough women working for me and killing Jeremy was supposed to send a message.

But then I thought why not eat my cake and have it too?

Jeremy will eventually crawl back counting change and betting his life on the line again.

I accepted his offer, she walked into the hotel room and I sucked in a breath.

She looked way better than her pictures, and those were already devastating enough.

Jeremy slithered out of the room before she began to strip, keeping my hands to myself as she did so made me realize that this was probably how the people who found themselves at the other end of my gun felt.

Pure torture.

I wanted to run my fingers through her hair, crush her underneath myself and wear her out until she couldn't walk for days. The feeling was so intense I wondered if I had been drugged by an aphrodisiac, because I had never reacted to a woman this strongly before to the point that it almost threatened my sanity.

Then she came over and kissed me, confusing me for the bastard.

And I didn't care, I got into that kiss like it was nobody's business coating the inside of her mouth with my saliva, and I didn't want to stop there. I wanted to leave traces of myself all over her so that anyone that met her would know she was mine.

Fortunately my men stationed outside knocked her out before I snapped.

There was a bed in my study, I was supposed to have her tonight and get her out of my system. But the words she says and her touch on my neck kept repeating itself in my head.

I planted my hands on the table, taking deeper breaths than eventually shallow ones until I was able to straighten myself before one of my soldiers stepped in.

"Boss, it's about the new shipment..." I grabbed my quotes from my chair before he could finish, throwing it over my shoulders.

"Let's move, you can fill me in on the way."

Indeed, I am Antonio Moretti. Nothing and no one can sway me.

•••••••••••••

"She refuses to eat?" I asked Madam Loretta, she had taken care of me ever since I was a boy running after my father's shadow, the closest thing to the mother I never had.

She nodded and I dropped my fork, the steak in my mouth losing taste instantly as I stared down at what still remained on my plate.

"She's been here for 3 days. Are you saying that she hasn't eaten a single morsel of food since then?"

Madam Loretta confirmed it with a nod, I raked my fingers through my hair watching everything complicated in front of me.

The plan I had drafted in my head was perfect: keep her here for a week, prepare her for the job ahead and then make sure I avoid her like the plague until she was gone out of sight and completely out of mind forever.

But now she was drawing attention to herself.

"Should I ask one of your soldiers to deal with her?" Madame Loretta suggested and the idea felt worse than the stake I was still chewing.

"No," I said a little more firmly than I intended to then cleared my throat steadying my voice, "I'll handle this personally,"

I should have known she would react extremely like this, after her entire world collapsed but usually I wasn't the one that had to deal with it. Why was I intentionally putting myself in a position where I had to be the one to handle it?

Even Madame Loretta made a confused face when I said I would handle it myself but of course she did not question me.

A few minutes later a soldier opened up the door of the room where she was kept underneath my mansion.

As soon as the door opened I heard the sound of glass shattering and one of the maids screamed. At the center of the chaos was that woman.

I could already tell what had happened from start to finish from what I was seeing. They had probably tried to force feed her and she had resisted, leading to the class of water she had shattered and one of the shards flying into it made like scraping past.

"Take her to doc," I said to the other maid without looking at either of them, my attention was completely fixed on the woman in front of me.

She had slimmed it down considerably in just 3 days, so much so that her collarbone was poking out and her cheeks had begun to sink in. I despised that it felt like a pinch in my heart to see her like that, she was just one of many my body needed to stop reacting to her like I was a teenager having his first crush.

When her eyes locked with mine she pulled out a smile that didn't reach her.

"You're here.... finally."

Amy's POV

His eyes and their sharp intensity held me until he stood right in front of me, the already small room that only contained the bed I was sitting on right now seemed to shrink by a size or two before he spoke.

"Tell me something, what's your angle here?" He asked the amusement lost from his voice I could tell he was not playing around with me and a shiver ran down my spine but I steeled myself to remain bold and keep eye contact with him all these days that I have starved myself refusing food and any other form of sustenance was to get his attention if they wanted to sell me off for the highest price they couldn't do so if I looked half dead that's my hope at least his eyes carried me in patience in grieved in them but I cleared my throat and spoke up.

"The maids told me that you usually don't have a problem sleeping with the women you are going to use as hookers, that's what I want."

He scoffed, it sounded first though, "I've already told you that I have no interest in you and I'm using even more by your desperation."

I clenched my teeth, this was really going nowhere. It didn't look like he was going to budge.

"Then I won't work for you." I said plainly and there was a deadly glint in his eyes, he held my chin keeping my eyes on imprisoning me in his gaze.

"It seems you don't understand your situation clearly, bunny this isn't negotiation, your boyfriend sold you off like a second-hand car. And now I have 10 million that someone has to pay for, unfortunately that someone is you."

I swallowed the lump down my throat.

"And if I say no?"

His lips curled downwards, "you don't want to know what will happen if you say no,"

I found myself laughing even though it seemed like my life was hanging by a thread. It was really funny while I thought of it. I had loved a man viciously for the past 5 years giving him everything and anything.

There was never a moment of rest, while we were in college I was stuck between classes and the moment I stepped out of class it was right into a part-time job he moved in with me just two months into dating then paid the rent once and never again.

Any friend that didn't go about him being the best man in the world was cut off which means I was pretty much isolated by the time I graduated from college.

But I didn't care.

So what if I was losing the friends I had known for years here was my man who was willing to do anything and everything for me at least he said he would Jeremy was all about the promises and never about the action if we went by his promises alone translating them perfectly into reality we should be living in our own Villa in a gated community with five kids.

Now the dream I had chased for years had turned to be no more than a mirage.

It was all gone, it had been my everything, my reason for living.

I closed my eyelids.

"If you're going to take me out please just make it quick, put me out of my misery already."

He dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a gun, raising it to the same level as my head. I could see this because my eyelids were not completely closed.

"Are you testing me? Do you think I won't pull this trigger if I want to?"The cold metal was now resting on my neck, pressed against the side. "I don't take well to people who try to test me and you should take my word for it when I say they always regret it. Do you want to be one of those people?"

"I don't want anything, it's clear that I was never supposed to be happy or have anything worth living for so you might as well just take me out now and put a stop to all my suffering so that I can finally be free."

Neither of us moved but I could still sense the shield coming from the gun the knowledge that anytime he might pull the trigger and that would be it the curtains would follow my life completely and it would all end there Jeremy would probably continue his own life no surprise that he might still end up in the same position where he had to sell me I wonder if he's going to toss away the woman who's with him now.

Clearly he doesn't know how to love just how to use and it was something I refused to see for so long until it brought me here.

The second stretched out like decades until finally I opened my eyes and so that he was staring straight at me finger on the trigger but he wasn't pulling it.

"How about we make a new deal, something that will not only clear off the 10 million debt but give you enough money to start your life fresh,"

I blinked rapidly before I could speak. He continued, "don't think I'm doing charity here, you're going to work for that money, just not the way I previously planned for you."

He pulled the gun away from my neck and then pushed it into his pocket concealing it once more.

"Madame Loretta I believe you remember her, she'll prepare you for tonight."

"What's happening tonight?""I asked my pulse, he hadn't even said what job he was going to make me do and honestly I was getting a bit frightened but at the same time I had been pushed too far for too long.

He turned his back to me.

"You'll find out soon and they will not be going back, do you understand?"

"Yes... I understand."

He looked over his shoulder.

"And eat your meals you need your strength for what is to come."

He left the room and as his steps faded into memory I leaned against the wall and asked myself what the heck I just agreed to.