EroticReverie

Luciano Ricci

I couldn't wait to get upstairs, couldn't wait to be done going over the fucking ambush by the Cartel at our own fucking club. 

Eight men were dead. Only one of them ours. 

Leo and Luca are down stairs with us as we discuss our next step, gather our thoughts and ideas and we call and inform Carmine, Natalia's father, and my own, Franco. 

It's hours before we're done, my side sore and stitched up as I place a hand over the dressing of the wound and make my way upstairs. My brothers slowly making their way up behind me. 

When I get to the landing I turn to go to Natalia's room, and see the hallway empty. 

"Fabrizio!" I yell , seeing that he's not there guarding her. My lips tighten and walk to her door and push it open. 

Empty. 

"Natalia?" I call out and then in seconds my panic sets in and I dash to her bathroom, seeing that empty too. 

"What's going on?" Luca asks as I storm by him and call down the stairs. 

"FIND FUCKING FABRIZIO!" I say to the men still in the house, their phones already out relaying the message to everyone else. 

"Where is Natalia?" Leo asks.

"I don't fucking know." I growl. 

"Boss, this was on the outside of the front door" Gus says handing me a note. 

"Carmine, consider us even. One betrayal for another. Your bank account you'll find is as empty as your daughters bedroom.  I'll tell Julez you send him your best.- Fabrizio." 

"MOTHERFUCKER!" I yell, my voice crackling as I get on the phone to Carmine, and of course the motherfucker doesnt pick up. So I leave him a fucking voicemail, telling him about the note. About how fucking Fab was working for the Cartel. 

They must have cut him a hell of a fucking deal. One betrayal for another though, I didnt know what Fab had against Carmine, but I was sure we were all about to find out. 

The mother fucker had taken Natalia, to surely give to the fucking Cartel. Everyone was about to fucking die. Every last fucking one of them. 

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Natalia Parisi

I groan as I go to move, feeling like I fell off a fifty story building and smacked my head on the ground. 

I sit up in my bed and hold my hand to my head, and open my eyes slowly trying to focus my vision and when I do , I choke on a gasp as I take in a room I've never seen before in my life. 

I look down. Still in my satin soft blue pajame shorts and cami. My skin crawls with the flash of a memory of Fabrizio touching me. Fear has me frozen as I just look around, shaking and trembling, unsure of where the hell I am. 

The door opens and in walks a woman with soft tan colored skin and long dark hair braided down her back in a long red gown. 

"You're up. Wonderful." she says and walks over as I push back on the bed. 

"I won't bite." she smiles and sits on the bed and leans back. 

"augh, i'm exhausted listening to those men down there" she says and tilts her neck to the side making it crack. 

"money, money , money, plans, plans, plans, it's so dull isn't it?" she says, and I dont think she's really asking me cause she just keeps talking. 

But I open my mouth and interrupt. 

"Where am I? Who are you?" I ask and she pauses and turns her head and places her chin on her shoulder and looks at me. 

"Name is Alba. And you're in Mexico." she says. 

"Mexico!?" I scream and she smiles. 

"I know, exciting isn't it?" she waggles her brows at me. 

She clearly knows it's not excitement, that it's shock and terror. 

"Mm." she nods. "With a little help of that mongrel Fabrizio, we scored ourselves quite the bargaining chip, didn't we?" she eyes me. Her eyes going over me, landing on my breasts and she bites her lip and raises a brow. 

I cross my arms over myself, huggging my arms. She laughs. 

"Am I...are you...the cartel?" I ask and she throws her head back and laughs. 

"Me? No" she says. "But yes, you are under keep of the Cartel darling." she says smiling. 

"Julez is the name you should know. He is the one that requested your presence here with us. " She smiles. 

"Is he...the..owner..or the father...or whatever." I mumble. 

She smiles. "No. But he is one of the more prominent male figures, but he still answers to others. He'll likely be at the top one day though. He's incredibly ruthless." she says as if it's a trait that engages her and turns her on. 

"He's downstairs. He'll be glad to know you're awake." she says. 

"What...what is he going to do to me?" I ask , fearing the worst. Fearing torture and pain, fearing him with his hands on me just like Fabrizio had. 

"Do to you?" she asks , raising a brow. 

"Other than keep you as a pretty trophy and use you against your father?" she asks. "Nothing." 

"You're no good to him dead." she says bluntly. 

"No good to him all beaten up either, so don't worry your pretty head." she says. 

"If he planned on messing up that gorgeous face of yours, I'd have to put my foot down." she says and turns and leans over slightly, but is still at the other end of the bed. Her gown hangs loose in the front, her breasts hang perfectly as she gives me a wicked grin. 

"If anyone touches that hot body of yours, I'd hope you'd let it be me." she winks. 

"Right." I say and look away. 

She sighs. "But alas, you are not mine to play with." 

"Up, up." she says pushing off the bed and standing. 

"I must bring you to Julez, let him introduce himself." she says. 

I push myself up and walk over to her and she smiles. Standing a few inches taller. 

"you are positively delicious" she says eyeing me again. 

"Julez might not want to part with such a face." she says and lifts her hand, pushing my hair behind my ear on one side as I turn away from her touch. 

"Come." she says and turns without another look or word. 

I follow her out of the room, through a large giant hall that her heels echo off of, and my bare feet are cold against the floor. 

I take it were on the first level , because we pass by a large living area, with high ceilings and a fire place with art on the walls, and grand expensive looking furniture. 

We pass a large kitchen, even bigger than my own. It's as big as two of my kitchens. 

I follow her through the other side of the house, past room after room, and a long hall that leads us to a set of stairs. She gestures to the stairs that lead downward. 

"It's not a dungeon. I promise." she says with a smile. 

I go down first and I grow nervous as I hit the bottom of the steps to find four men armed with guns, or rifles, fuck if I knew.

"Gentleman." Alba says, brushing by me and gives a nod to them. They look at me, but their faces don't show any expression as I pass through them and into the door that Alba opens. 

"Sorry to interrupt" she sing songs. "Our guest of honor has risen finally." she says. 

I freeze behind her as I take in the room of men. Several of them, all along a long table on either side, dozens, and several against the walls , armed just like the men outside the door.  But only one man sits at the end of the head of the table. 

The first thing I notice are his eyebrows. How sharp they are, how manicured they are. And how one of them has a line through it. A scar. A scar that starts at his brow, and runs down over his face,and his lip. It's an old scar by the look of it. It also cuts through the thin layer of facial hair that covers his upper lip and all over his perfectly shaped and defined jaw line. His eyes are dark, almost black from here as they look at me, taking me in. He is silent, as are the rest of the men as they all stare at me. I can feel a mix of tensions. Some of them staring at me with hate, some with intrigue. 

I watch him stand,his arms look as though they may break the seams of his clothes. his suit jacket fits him well, but still struggled to fit perfectly over the broad shoulders and biceps he has.  

I swallow, holding my breath as he walks slowly around the table and down towards me.

"Stunning find Julez , really" Alba says as she gestures to me. 

"If you get bored with her, send her my way." she says and I flinch as he gets closer. 

He wasn't even that tall really. But he seemed it. He was only a few inches taller than my 5'9" but he had presence, and power that made him seem as though he was ten feet tall. 

"¿Esta es la hija de Carmine?" he asks while looking at me, his teeth are the whitest teeth I've ever seen, perfectly straight. 

My brows pinch. "What?"

"Si." Alba says. 

All I understood was my fathers name. 

"I know. Hard to believe such a beautiful thing can be made by such a bastard." Alba says and I realize he was asking if I was Carmine's daughter. 

"llévatela de vuelta" he says. 

Whatever he says causes a stir, men speaking up , talking in Spanish and each of the stops as I watch Julez raise a hand to silence them. 

"llévatela de vuelta." he says again. 

"Julez..." Alba says. 

"We can't just take her back." she says with a laugh. "We need her." 

Take me back? He told them to take me back? yes..yes!

"sácala de mi vista." he says with a snarl and turns.

I look to Alba, who just stands there looking at his back. 

All of the men looking to Julez, to me, to Julez. 

Alba sighs, grabs my hand and pulls me out of the room. 

"What..what just happened...am I...am i going home?" I ask as I follow, almost tripping over my steps as we go back up the stairs and Alba curses to herself in Spanish as I keep following her. 

"You're not going anywhere" she says angrily. 

"wh-where is Fabrizio?" I ask.

"That mongrel is dead." she hisses and I just shake my head stunned. Good. I think to myself. The bastard. 

"He told you to take me back." I say. "I need to go back." I tell her. 

"He is cranky. We will go see him in the morning, once he's gotten some rest to think clearly." she says. 

She has me back in my room and then shoves me in.

I stumble slightly and then turn. 

She looks me up and down. 

"Of course ..I see it now." she says shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

"See what?" I ask my brows furrowed. 

She rolls her eyes again. "Get rest. I will have someone bring clothes to your room in the morning." she says and I go to open my mouth, but she's already stepped out and shut the door. 

I run back to the door and twist the handle and tug. Locked. locked...FUCKING LOCKED. 

I pound on the door, yelling for her to let me out. 

I pound and scream until my lungs give out, I sob as I scream, angry tears, scared tears.  did anyone know where I was? Would my father even fucking care enough to get me back? I cried in agony as my sore fists pounded the door. 

I'm not sure how long I screamed and yelled for, at least thirty minutes or longer. It wasn't until I collapsed at the door, choking on tears that the door opened. 

I lean back to look up from the floor to find him there. 

His scared lips pursed, the scar wrinkling as his eyes narrow on me. 

"You will stop this. Now." he says with an accent. 

"I want to go home." I cry quietly and wrap my arms around my legs, and sob into my knees. 

"Get up. You are not weak." he says and I look up and blink at him. Tears streaming down my cheeks. 

"GET UP" he says loudly and I flinch from the volume of his voice, but I push up and shake nervously. 

 A hand comes to my chin and he lifts it. 

"You are not weak." he says again. 

"You will not cry. Because I will not hurt you. Nobody here will touch you. You are a guest. You will go home safely once your father learns every action has it's consequence." he says. 

I swallow and he looks at my tears as they slip down my cheeks. 

"you are not weak." he says again. 

I watch him as he just studies my face, his eyes going to my mouth, my eyes on his scar that runs down his face. 

I don't even realize I do it as I lift my hand to touch it, to let my fingertips feel the groove it makes in his lip or brow. But he grabs my hand. 

"We do not touch each other." he says. 

"If you touch me. I will touch you." he says and for the first time his eyes travel below my neck, skimming down over the front of me. 

I nod in understanding as i lower my hand and his nostrils flare. 

"Get some sleep. We will talk tomorrow." he says and I blink and step back and nod. 

"Goodnight." he says as he steps back. 

"Goodnight." I say, left confused and alone, and scared , and still angry. Angry at my father, angry at Fabrizio. Angry at this Julex man and his men, the cartel. Angry at myself for believe Luciano could keep me safe and keep his promise that nobody would ever hurt me again. 

I just look at the closed down, my hands at my side, straightening my posture.

"I am not weak." I whisper.