The Mafia's Pet

Chapter 6

Vanessa

I feel his powerful presence behind me, and I clutch Mom's urn harder as if it could shield me from him. He yanks my hair back, forcing me against his chest. His hand snakes around my neck, his warm breath hot against my skin. "I'm disappointed you weren't in my bed when I awoke. I hope you weren't trying to escape from me, Mama."

His voice is calm and low, as if he's just waiting for me to confess my sins so he can revel in my punishment.

But I refuse to give him the satisfaction.

"I'm sure she knows better than that, Diego. She probably just wanted something to eat," the green-eyed man assures him with a smirk.

So, our captor's name is Diego. That information will be useful for the police report I'll be filing as soon as I get the hell out of here.

"Is that true?" Diego asks, his grip on my neck tightening just enough to assert dominance. "Do you usually bring an urn with you to breakfast?"

My body betrays me, trembling with fear and an inexplicable heat that pools between my legs. How can I be so repulsed by his touch yet crave it at the same damn time?

"Yes," I manage to bite out. "She was the only thing you let me grab before you destroyed my home."

He hums in response. "Well, let's place her back in the room. Danny," he motions to him, "Put her mom back on the nightstand."

They'll have to pry her from my cold, dead hands. There's no way I trust Danny with her. I just know he's seeking revenge for last night, and I won't let him destroy the last piece of my mom.

Diego releases his hold on me, turning me to face him. His piercing blue eyes meet mine. "Mama, give her to Danny. He'll be careful with her."

"You can't promise that. He could drop her on purpose!" I retort.

"He's one of my most loyal men. He won't do anything I don't ask him to do," he reassures me, his voice softer.

Still hesitant, I reluctantly hand over the urn to Danny. "I'm sorry Danny, but if you break this, I'll break my foot off in your ass!" I warn, glaring at him. He chuckles and mutters something in Spanish before heading upstairs with my mom.

"You have such a filthy mouth, Mascota. We'll have to fix that."

I roll my eyes. "Well, just spit in my fucking mouth again. I'm sure that will fix it," I murmur, not even caring if he hears me.

Diego chuckles darkly. "That was part of your training. One day you'll learn to crave all of me inside of you," he purrs in my ear. His voice, dark and eager, sends a shiver down my spine.

"Whatever," I say, miserably failing to maintain my composure.

He releases his hold on me before motioning for me to take a seat at the table. "Luis, take the sister to her room and put her in uniform. We'll be leaving shortly."

I notice how he hasn't made any effort to learn her name and just calls her the "sister". But what else would you expect from an egocentric dickweed?

Alicia obediently follows him without a word, almost too willingly. God, I need to get her out of here, I won't let them try to turn her into an obedient puppy too.

"Danny, where is her collar?" Diego demands.

Oh great, he's back.

He vanishes once more and returns with a small box. "It just arrived this morning, Jefe."

"Perfecto (perfect)," Diego says, sounding pleased. He walks up to the table, places the box in front of me, and opens it. Inside is a fancy silver collar with a heart-shaped lock and the initials "D.R." engraved on it.

His last name begins with an R. That should narrow it down for the police.

He lifts the collar, presenting it to me with a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. "This is your day collar, Mama. You won't take it off for the duration of the six months unless I remove it. Understood?"

I glare at him, feeling a surge of anger. He really thinks he fucking owns me, and I'll just do whatever he says. He'll get his reality check soon. I'll make sure of it.

He points to the floor. "Kneel."

"What?"

His eyes bore into mine. "On your knees, Mascota."

If I pretend to go along with this twisted shit just until we get to the club, maybe I can convince someone to call the police. I just have to get Alicia on board.

I rise from the table and awkwardly lower myself to my knees in front of him, keeping my eyes firmly on the floor. Gently hooking his finger under my chin, he tilts my face upward to meet his heated gaze.

His voice cuts through the tension, commanding and domineering. "Legs apart, hands on your knees, and straighten your back. You'll be in this position every time I collar you."

I grind my molars so hard, I'm surprised they don't break. I can't believe he's doing this in front of all his men and that old lady. This is fucking degrading!

As I position myself as instructed, Diego fastens the collar around my neck and clamps it shut. Then, he tucks the key in his pocket and stands back to admire his handiwork.

It's comfortable, not too heavy or tight around my neck, but the symbolism of his control fills me with trepidation. His ownership feels too real now. My fingers twitch with the urge to rip it off, but I force my hands to remain on my knees.

"That's a pretty piece of ass you've got there, Diego. Maybe I could use her sometime," Mr. Green Eyes remarks casually.

Diego snarls. "No, Leo. She's mine." I try to shoot Leo a glare, but the hold on my jaw tightens. "Focus on me, Mascota."

There's a possessive edge to his voice, igniting a fiery sensation that courses through my body.

Leo's tongue clicks. "You're different with this one...Interesting," he murmurs. His footsteps echo as he departs the room, followed by the two remaining men.

I breathe a sigh of relief, grateful that everyone who witnessed my humiliation is gone.

"Stand," Diego commands.

I glare into his eyes, letting him know just how much I hate his fucking guts as I rise to my feet.