Jesus fuck, she was hot. I’d known who she was when she’d walked into the room, though I’d never known much about her. What I had known was that she was the only daughter, the only child of Franco Morelli. I didn’t think she had a boyfriend. I heard Franco was very overprotective of her. I didn’t blame Franco. If my daughter looked like that, I wouldn’t let anyone near her either. But I had been near her. Hell, I’d tongue fucked her and had felt her perky tit beneath my fingers. When that fucker went to put a bullet between my eyes, I’d make sure to mention how much his daughter liked me and how hard she’d made me when she moaned in my ear as I played with her nipple.

I relived that moment over and over, my cock growing harder by the minute. I wished I would be able to sink my dick into that pussy. How sweet it would have been to tell Franco I’d fucked his only daughter’s brains out. I kept telling myself this was the reason I wanted her so badly. It had nothing to do with the feeling I had in the pit of my stomach when I thought about her. It was pure lust and revenge I kept telling myself. There was no way in hell I was falling for anyone, much less a Morelli.

It was different with her, though. I couldn’t say she had a better body than any woman I’d ever fucked. She didn’t. And she wasn’t the most beautiful woman I’d ever met, though she was gorgeous. But she was the most interesting, most attractive woman I’d ever met.

At first, I’d kissed her to shock her. I thought she’d slap me and leave the room. I assumed she’d tell her father who would come down and end it for me. It wasn’t like I had a death wish, but I didn’t want to be tortured, and I wanted one last dig, so him knowing that I’d shoved my tongue down the throat of his little princess was great motivation.

And when she’d stayed, I made another move. I couldn’t believe she let my touch her tit over her shirt, let alone under. Something about touching her breast though, that felt so different. I wasn’t a guy who would ever force myself on a woman, but there was something exciting about a challenge. With Annalisa, there was a chance she would say no. That never happened to me. Women had always said yes to anything I wanted.

As soon as I was old enough to want sex, I’d had it. I’d lost my virginity and had a threesome in the same night. Every woman at the club wanted to fuck me. I liked to think that it was because I was hot and good in bed, but I wasn’t stupid. I knew it was because of who I was, who my family was. Part of that was why I never took girls out on dates and was rarely with the same girl twice.

I knew my reputation and I didn’t fuck a different girl every night though I suppose I could have. If it was a piece of ass I wanted, I went after it. I couldn’t imagine wanting the same piece of ass over and over again though. Sure, I had a few regular girls, Jessie, who did amazing blow jobs and Nikki, who was a little freak and loved it up the ass. I’d stop in and pull either of them in a back room for my usual, but it was nothing more than sex. We’d never had more than a five minute conversation. I’d never had more than a five minute conversation with any woman other than my sister and mother, and even those had gotten shorter and shorter in the past few years.

I had absolutely no interest in dating or getting to know women, which was why what had happened with Annalisa had been so strange. Initially, I’d asked her to stay because I figured the longer she stayed, the more likely she’d be caught in the room with me. I wanted someone to catch her there with me. I’d let it slip that I’d felt her up and kissed her. I didn’t think I’d actually give a shit about anything she said, but when we started arguing about our fathers and she defended her family, and told me off, I thought it was both sexy and sweet at the same time.

People didn’t tell me off and it was quite a turn on as was her…opening up and telling me things about herself. I felt like I could open up about myself too, and I felt like she really listened. The more she talked, the more I found myself wanting to hear what she had to say.

I’d even surprised myself when someone came to check on me. It’d been what I’d originally wanted, someone to catch her in my room, but when the time came, I didn’t want her to get caught. I could have said it was because I hadn’t finished using her yet, but the truth was, I didn’t want her in trouble, and I didn’t want what we had going, whatever it was, to end quite yet.

I thought about how the night had ended, with her on the bed next to me. The kiss we’d shared was unlike any I’d ever had, or at least like any I’d remembered. It was soft, tentative, exploratory. It wasn’t just something to do with our mouths while we were fucking.

I couldn’t get the image of her out of my mind. They way her body felt, the way her lips moved on mine. Thinking about it was causing me a growing problem. No matter how hard my cock got at the thoughts of her, I refused to jerk off. I hadn’t jerked off since I was 14. There was no need. As I said, there was always a woman more than eager to take care of that for me.

Yet, none of my past helped me with my current problem. I decided to sleep it off. I fell into a restless sleep filled with dreams of my angel. Her wet pussy sliding up and down on my cock as she rode me, her bent over as I slammed into her from behind, her lips wrapped around my cock.

She’d come back to me in the middle of the night wanting and needing more. Without a word, she’d stripped and began riding me. The cuff was magically gone, so I could fuck her properly. She’d been eager to clean her cum from my cock and was sucking it even better than Jessie did. “That’s it angel. So good. Suck my dick Baby.”

“Yeah, not gonna happen.”

The voice was all wrong. I opened my eyes to see that asshole from yesterday staring at the tent I had going in my pants.

He laughed. “That’s a problem you’re gonna have to take care of yourself.”

I wasn’t ashamed of my boner. I knew I’d been blessed with a big cock. “What? No conjugal visits? What the fuck kind of prison is this?”

He laughed.

I don’t know why I liked this guy. He was after all likely to be the one to kill me. But I did. He was a smartass and I liked that. If I ever got out of here, I’d love to have him as one of my men, but I bet he was a loyal fucker too.

My men were all loyal too. I’d tolerate a lot of shit but disloyalty wasn’t one of them. My main right hand man was Jimmy DiMatto.

Jimmy was smart but he wasn’t very creative. He had way too many girls and I didn’t like how he treated them. You might think with my reputation that I didn’t treat women well, but this was different. Jimmy hit women. He never came out and said it, but I could tell from the bruises I sometimes saw on his wife Viv. I even wondered if he was hitting his daughters.

“Hey fuck face, you want to go to the bathroom or not?”

I guess Marco had been talking to me.

I looked at my wrist handcuffed to the bed, my other arm strapped to the side keeping my shoulder in place. “Are you going to hold it for me?”

“You wish,” he said laughing. “I was going to let you go use the bathroom and wash up but if you want to be a dick about it, I can leave you here to piss the bed.”

Was he really going to let me loose? I wondered if I could fight my way out of this room and out of the house.

“Yeah, you really can’t.” It was as if he’d read my thoughts. “And you wouldn’t get but a few feet. I’m not the only one in this house. But if you want to try it, we can arrange by putting a bullet in your other shoulder too.”

I sighed, knowing that trying to escape without a plan would be stupid. The fact I was still alive, that someone had fed me and he was letting me piss meant there might be hope for me. To me, it at least meant they didn’t plan on killing me in the immediate future. I decided to play along. “So how’s this going to work then?”

“I’m going to leave you the key to your handcuff. You can use it when I leave the room. Go freshen up in the bathroom and do whatever you want in there. Then put the keys on the dresser by the door, get back into bed and cuff your hand. If you can do this, maybe I’ll let you keep your cuffs off while you move around the room and you’ll only have to put them on when I’m working in here. Besides, Boss wants to talk to you later anyway.”

“I’m not going to tell him anything,” I stated. It was the truth. I didn’t plan on telling him anything, yet I wondered if I’d give him a little something, so I could make it another day, another night.

Marco chuckled. “Yeah, you not saying anything might be for the best. All I’ve heard from you was you calling me a homo, telling me to suck your dick, and asking me to hold it while you pissed. I don’t think the boss will think it’s as funny as I do. If I were you, I’d keep my fucking mouth shut.” He didn’t say anything more, just tossed me the key ring and headed for the door. “I’ll be back in like 15 minutes,” he said. “You need to be back in bed.”

It seemed like it had to be a trick, but I tried the key in the cuffs and it opened them. My wrist was red and raw from the cuff. I had to admit, it would have been nice to not have to wear them all the time. Then again, how long did they plan on keeping me? In my family, guys were only kept a few hours, sometimes a day if we were trying to get information. In general, if you couldn’t get what you wanted from a guy by squeezing him for a day, you were never going to get it and you should save both of yourself the time and pop his fucking ass.

I threw my legs to the side of the bed and stood. I felt a bit dizzy. I wondered if it was from blood loss or from the shit Marco had injected me with. I walked slowly to the door he’d called a bathroom. I was expecting a bucket or some shit, a prison toilet at best. It turned out it was a full bathroom, and while I was tempted to take a shower, I wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea with my shoulder.

Instead, I just bathed myself using a washcloth and the sink. It felt nice being able to use a real bathroom. Someone had come in the room while I’d been in the bathroom because there was a tray of food on the dresser and a clean set of clothes on the bed. They weren’t exactly in style, but I could make do with a pair of black sweatpants and a gray t-shirt.

I couldn’t help but wonder if Annalisa had been the one to bring the food and clothes. If it had been, I wondered why she hadn’t said anything when she’d been here. Maybe she wasn’t alone and couldn’t. Maybe last night had been a fluke thing, or maybe she regretted it and wanted nothing to do with me. It was an awful feeling thinking that might be the case. It wasn’t like I’d never been rejected by a girl. It had happened occasionally, but this was the first time I cared. I didn’t like the feeling at all.

My shoulder still hurt like a mother fucker, and putting on a t-shirt was not a fun task. When I was finally dressed, I sat down on the bed with my plate. There were scrambled eggs, toast and bacon, a simple meal, and it was delicious. I finished eating, set my plate on the dresser, and tried the door. Who knew? Dumber things had happened. It was locked though, so I grudgingly cuffed my wrist once again.

When Marco returned a few minutes later, he wasn’t alone. Franco Morelli was with him, along with two other big guys. Both looked dumb as rocks.

“So you thought you could touch something that belongs to me,” Franco’s statement was calm, but intimidating.

Apparently, Annalisa had told him about last night, or he had cameras in here. I was about to tell him that she loved it, but he spoke again.

“I take people stealing my shipments very seriously. I should put a bullet in your head right now, but I won’t. For now, you are worth more to me alive than dead, so you will stay alive. If and when that changes, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

I had no doubt he would, but I wasn’t giving up yet.

“Since you didn’t get my shipment there is nothing to repay, but I was inconvenienced, so I will take something from you. I know that you have a very large shipment coming into port this month. I need the details and if things work out, I will release you once we have the cargo in our possession. If things work out badly, I’ll at least promise you a quick, painless death.”

The second part sounded good, but there was no way I intended to tell him anything. The funny thing was, I’d planned to tell him about Annalisa. I’d even thought he’d known about it, but I didn’t say a word. It would have been the perfect opportunity to throw it in his face, but it would have also meant that she definitely would not be coming down again. Given the options of humiliating Franco or spending more time with Annalisa, I’d choose the latter. “I’m not going to tell you shit,” I said speaking for the first time.

He laughed. “Of course, you won’t. I’d be disappointed if you did. You’re Sal’s son.” It almost sounded like he respected my father. “I don’t need the information from you. I’ll get it because of you. I just came down here to introduce myself. Marco tells me you have been behaving and your shoulder is getting better. As long as you continue to behave, the medical treatment will continue along with the food, water, and bathroom breaks you have been given. If you become trouble, you will be confined to your bed, all privileges removed.”

I really didn’t consider getting to use the bathroom a privilege, but then again, if I were him, I wouldn’t let me use the bathroom either. He was much more civilized than I’d be.

“Behave, and you’ll get out of here.”

“Ain’t no way my dad is talking and he sure isn’t going to make a deal with you.”

“I disagree, and for your sake, I hope I’m right, but if I’m wrong, if your father won’t repay what he owes, if he won’t allow me to run my own business, then he will pay the ultimate price, his only son.” He paused looking at me. “And if it comes to that, I’m a man of my word. It will be a quick, painless death, and I’ll return you to your family for a proper burial. I owe your mother that.” He left the room without saying another word.

He’d created more questions than answers. I knew Franco was ruthless. I’d heard stories and seen the aftermath of his rage. I knew he’d cut out someone’s tongue. I knew he’d slowly tortured men to death. Why was he offering me a quick death? And why was he saying he’d make sure my family had a body to bury? And most importantly, why did he say he owed it to my mother? Did Franco even know my mother? She’d never mentioned him. My father had, quite a bit, but only ever in response to business things. I’d asked him once what his issue with Franco was. He didn’t go into details. All he said was that Franco thought he’d taken something that belonged to him and he was retaliating. I never had reason to doubt my father. I still didn’t, but if I got out of here alive, I might ask my mother if she knew anything about it.

After Franco and company left my room, the day seemed to drag. Donnie brought me lunch and let me use the bathroom. Marco brought me dinner. It was baked chicken, rice and broccoli. It wasn’t one of my favorite meals, but there was a huge smile on my face when Marco sat the tray down on the end of my bed. Next to the dinner plate was a smaller plate of dessert. Tiramisu.

“I have no idea why you’ve been served dessert. I mean, you’re a fucking prisoner. If it were up to me, you’d have bread and water, but Franco insists on feeding you whatever we’re having and And…” he let his voice trail off. “And someone,” he corrected himself, “put the piece of dessert on your tray.”

I knew who it had been, and I couldn’t wait to try it. I actually didn’t give a fuck what it tasted like. The fact that she’d made it for me meant the world. And if I were a betting man, I’d believe she would be visiting me again, once the house grew quiet.