Master's Toy: Dark Mafia Romance, page 1
Master's Toy
She is searching for answers. I will give her the naked truth...
Faye Pierce
Contents
Thank you
About the book
Playlist
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Afterword
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About the book
First, I'm going to make her scream from pain. Then I'll make her writhe in pleasure...
Clelia Stevens thinks that she can fool me. She suspects that I had something to do with her father's death, and she is obsessed with discovering the truth.
But I'm about to show her that no one enters my home with ulterior motives and remains unpunished.
She is going to feel the full force of my wrath bruising her body. Then I will have her naked, wet, and sore, begging for the ecstasy only I can provide.
And in the end, if I'm satisfied enough, I might give her the answers she is looking for...
She is searching for answers. I will give her the naked truth...
Playlist
If you need music for everything, like I do… Here’s a playlist to listen to while reading my book.
Memories – Within Temptation
Desperado – Slowed
Girl on Fire – Alicia Keys
Mad About You – Hooverphonic
Howl – Florence + The Machine
Devil Eye – Hippie Sabotage
Every You Every Me – Placebo
Beautiful Mess – Kristian Kostov
Call Out My Name – The Weeknd
Make Me Wanna Die – The Pretty Reckless
Frozen – Madonna
Sail – AWOLNATION
Bring Me to Life – Evanescence
I Feel Like I’m Drowning – Two Feet
Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby – Cigarettes After Sex
Forgiven – Within Temptation
In My Veins – Feat. Erin Mccarley – Andrew Belle
Hunger – Ross Copperman
Undisclosed Desires – Muse
You can find the complete playlist on Spotify
Chapter One
Clelia
Staying up all night waiting for my brother is getting on my nerves. This isn’t the first time he’s stumbled in at the crack of dawn smelling of liquor and the perfume of loose women with questionable values.
But of course, he doesn’t care how much I worry about him.
My father claims that it’s just a phase he’s going through, that all young men must blow off some steam, but I’m not convinced. His mood swings are getting increasingly unpredictable, and driving home drunk is something he does too often―to my chagrin.
I always jump out of my skin when I hear his car squealing to a stop in the driveway. Losing our mother sent him into a tailspin, and I can’t always be the voice of reason.
But my brother is not the only one I’m worried about. My father is also falling apart before my eyes. There isn’t a moment where he doesn’t have a drink in his hand. The photograph of my mother is tear-stained from his pining in the middle of the night for something he can’t have.
The house is desolate, and the only sound anyone can hear is the clock down the hallway. It was a wedding gift from my father to my mother. She didn’t want to admit it, but she told me in confidence it was garishly ugly. It’s the thought that counts, though. He’s never been good at finding the right gift.
However, I don’t have time to grieve when my family demands my full attention. I can’t follow them around twenty-four hours a day, but I can be there when they walk in, ashamed of whatever they’re doing. The guilt is in their eyes―they look at their shoes, afraid to look at me. And even though I really disapprove of their ways, I know that it’s not fair to judge them.
They have every right to lash out, even in ways I don’t approve.
I’ve considered talking to them about going into family therapy, but I’m not sure how they’ll receive it. They know I fret. The world is a dangerous place, especially when someone is under the influence of alcohol. Who knows what could happen to them?
My white terrycloth robe is cinched tight at the waist. I toy with the strap nervously, pacing at the front door. The sun is already up, and I can hear the birds singing in the trees.
I catch my reflection in the glass of the door, and I almost don’t recognize myself. It shows a woman older than her twenty-four years. The haggard expression is reserved for mothers waiting for their children to come home after a late night. I don’t want to be a replacement for my mother, but they leave me little choice.
A powerful engine approaches and comes to an abrupt stop at the door. Lucas is home, and it’s a miracle that he managed to arrive in one piece. That’s evident by the tire tracks on the lawn. The red sports car is angled with the wheels digging into the earth.
I open the door and wait impatiently with my arms crossed. Boy, he is about to get scolded…
Lucas Stephens is walking a dangerous path. Life is harsh, but he’s the only one that can make his own happiness. Drowning himself in alcohol, thinking that he will be able to forget our misfortunes, won’t help him. He doesn’t understand the concept, but I continue to preach responsibility and obligation to the family, just in case someone hears my pleas.
He walks towards me, unsteady on his feet. He’s barely able to hold onto the empty beer can clutched in his fist. He almost falls but manages to hold onto the car to steady himself, though he doesn’t lose hold of the can.
This is as bad as I’ve ever seen him. Maybe he needs to fall deeper into a dark hole before he can crawl back out of it. They say hitting rock bottom is the only way an alcoholic is going to learn. I’m not sure that I want to wait when it already kills me to see him losing everything, including his girlfriend.
“Do I even want to ask where you’ve been?” I ask sternly.
“I’m not in the mood for one of your lectures, dear baby sister. Besides, I should be frowning at you! Why didn’t you pick up your phone? I’ve been trying to call you all night. It just continues to go to voicemail,” he replies with his words slurring while he runs his fingers through his hair awkwardly like a child who’s done mischief.
He’s not the usual polished young man, coming home after a hard day’s work.
“Look at yourself,” I refer to the white shirt hanging loosely over his pants with his zipper half undone.
There are lipstick marks on his cheek and neck, with the pungent aroma of perfume surrounding him in a halo. He’s lost a shoe, and his sleeves are rolled up to the elbow. His blond, gray hair is in disarray, with a few locks floating aimlessly over his dark blue eyes.
“I don’t need you looking at me like that. I tried to reach you,” he continues while draining the last few drops from the beer can.
“Couldn’t you call in our home number? My phone went dead. It’s currently charging in my bedroom. Do you have any idea of how long I’ve been up? I’m ready to wash my hands of you,” I say, rolling my eyes in frustration.
“Don’t give me that attitude,” he says before dropping the can at my feet with the remnants dripping onto my bare toes.
I take a deep breath and try desperately to hold my tongue. “I made sure there’s coffee ready for you when you came home. Drink some and take a shower before we discuss anything that you want. You stink,” I say with my finger pointing into his chest to get his undivided attention.
“Clelia, I don’t need coffee or a shower. What I need is another drink. Something stronger than beer. I’m sure father has something at the bar,” he says while stumbling into the living room until he falls to his knees, mumbling something under his breath.
“I’m not taking no for an answer. You need to sober up and take a shower before father comes home,” I add.
He glances over his shoulder, and I see tears in his eyes. Oh my God, what has happened?
“I needed you this night. I was the one that had to identify his body in that cold, impersonal morgue. Do you have any idea what seeing him like that did to me?” Lucas says.
He’s crawling now across the carpet toward the bar, and I can hear my heart thumping.
“I don’t understand a word you’re saying,” I say. In truth, I’m afraid that once I do, my whole world will change again.
I’m standing in front of him, blocking his path to the bottle of bourbon.
“He was found on the street like a stray dog. My number was the latest call on
“Who was found on the street?” I inquire with my eyes narrowed, trying to calm myself down, trying to make myself believe that it is not my worst fear coming alive.
I’m staring daggers at him.
“He died of blunt trauma to the head, just one block over from the Leonessa Strip Club. You know he hasn’t been able to stay away from the place. It was just a matter of time before somebody saw him as an easy mark,” Lucas says.
The realization of what he’s been trying to say strikes me like lightning. It can’t be true. I just saw him yesterday afternoon. We had a horrible argument about his drinking and carousing all hours of the day and night.
These habits of his aren’t just affecting the family, but he’s also losing respect from his peers. Our small candy factory is suffering, and several creditors are already knocking on the door.
“No Lucas, no…you have to be mistaken. Father cannot be dead. Why would you be so cruel as to say such things to me?”
“I saw him with my own eyes lying there, Clelia―lifeless. I had warned him many times about going to Leonessa. I truly did! You just know Constantino Negrini had something to do with this. That man is a danger to everybody around him,” he says while looking up at me.
“Oh my God…you’re telling the truth.” The full weight of his words is finally sinking in, and the name Lucas mentions has come out of many people’s nightmares.
Constantino Negrini, owner of the Leonessa Strip Club and many more illicit businesses. His reputation isn’t good, but nothing ever sticks to him. He’s been arrested a few times but has good lawyers on a retainer. Any crime connected to him isn’t all that surprising. The man is the devil personified. Not much is known about his background, and he’s been the subject of several investigations already. They even raided his home and club but found nothing to incriminate him.
Police officers lost their jobs when they came back empty-handed, and now, Lucas tells me that he must be involved in my father’s death…
Losing my mother feels like it happened yesterday, but thirteen years have passed. On the anniversary of her death, my family begins to unravel. My father’s trips to the strip club and gambling have racked up some good, fat debts. I’m not sure, but I think he got into bed with the wrong people using our candy factory to help smuggle goods in and out of the country. There’s no concrete proof, and my father was reluctant to talk about it despite my growing concerns. And now, these concerns seem to have become a reality.
I fall back against the wall with my hand to my beating heart.
“I think it was murder.”
“What?” I stare at him. “Murder? Who would want to murder father? He was a good man.”
Lucas gives a lopsided shrug and rises to his feet.
“You know what people will do when they’re giving out punishment. It can often go too far, and then they panic.”
“What are you talking about?”
For a while, I think that my brother didn’t hear me. Lucas stands staring into the void.
“Lucas, talk to me. What are you talking about?”
“I know who killed our father. He’s said as much to my face before. And with his temper…” Lucas turns, his reddened eyes locking with mine. “I never thought he would carry it out, though. I thought it was just talk to frighten us.”
“You’re not making any sense.”
“It was Constantino Negrini.” Lucas blinks a few times and then looks away, rubbing his eyes hard.
“This is the second time that you are mentioning him. Why would the owner of a club murder father? What would he gain from that?”
“Non-payment of debts.”
“But father always tried to pay his debts.”
Lucas grunts.
“He doesn’t always tell you everything, Clelia. Father was in more debt than you realize. And he refused to accept it until Negrini addressed it. Negrini threatened to do some damage to him if he didn’t pay it last night. Now look what’s happened.”
Constantino Negrini. My father’s murderer. Even as that sinks in, I can feel a part of me fighting that logic.
“A club owner wouldn’t murder someone simply because he owes them money.”
“You don’t know Constantino Negrini,” Lucas says darkly. “He’s a very vindictive, hot-tempered man. He’ll do anything to get his own way, and he’s always close to snapping.”
“But to murder a man because of an unpaid debt…”
“He is a mafia boss, Clelia. A Don, a mobster.” Lucas shakes his head and runs his hands through his hair, making it stand up on end. “I warned father that we shouldn’t be going there anymore, but father said he could handle it. He always thought he could handle it.” He begins to shake, and then he starts towards the door. “Excuse me, Clelia, but I…I need to be alone.”
I stare after him as my brother leaves, the door slamming behind him hard enough to make the vase on a nearby table topple off and smash to pieces on the floor.
Constantino
It’s not my proudest moment, but it had to be done. Nobody disrespects me, and I don’t care what their family name invokes in others.
I use one of my monogrammed handkerchiefs to open the door with my hands covered in blood.
It’s not my own, but sometimes business needs me to take a more personal approach. The look in the man’s eyes was priceless. He tried to barter for his life, but he should have thought about that before double-crossing me. Backing out of a business deal is one thing. Selling my merchandise to the Russians, thinking that they can get away with it, is something completely different.
His blood stains my soul, but it’s not the first time. I’ve had to make an example out of somebody, and even though I’m not usually the one to get my hands dirty anymore, I’m willing to make some exceptions to the rule.
He’s not dead, but he wishes he was.
The house is quiet when I enter. Nobody is there to greet me, and I go straight to the bathroom underneath the stairs to wash up.
