ELIJAH
The servant opens the door without a word and gestures for me to enter.
I step inside, and the room hits me. Big. Too big.
Floor-to-ceiling windows.
Furniture that costs more than my entire apartment back in New York.
Everything smells of expensive cleaning products and cold money.
Mila's standing near the desk, arms crossed, calm like nothing’s wrong. I wanted to scream.
“Hey,” she says, voice flat.
I throw myself onto a couch, gripping the edges. “Hey? Mila, what the hell is going on? You didn’t tell me who your family really is. You didn’t tell me any of this!”
She tilts her head. “You look scared. Calm down. No one's gonna hurt you.”
“Hurt me? Mila, the guy who walked in earlier — Andrade De Valerio — that’s your brother! And you brought me here?”
Her eyes narrow. “You only know about my family because of your own research years ago. Don’t act surprised.”
I stare at her, voice rising. “You know I exposed them! I published the dirt. And now I’m here, in their house, in Spain. You knew I’d recognize them. Why bring me here?!”
She shrugs like it’s nothing. “You’re alive. That’s what matters. You’re here with me. That’s all. They don't know who you are.”
“Alive?” I laugh bitterly. “Mila, this is the same family that ended my career, your family. They’re ruthless, dangerous. Mano De Valerio isn’t just a business — it’s a cartel. And I’m trapped in their house. With you. You’re his sister! You know everything about me. Why bring me here?”
She doesn’t answer right away, just watched me. “I know what you did. I know what you published. And I brought you here because I trust you. That’s it. Nothing will happen.”
I couldn't help but doubt her.
What if she intentionally brought me here?
If she's a member of this family, then there's definitely a ploy.
I stand, pacing, anger and fear knotting my stomach. “Trust me? You think trust is enough to keep me alive? Andrade is dangerous. Your family is dangerous. And I’m here, inside this house. Why?!”
“You’re here. That’s reality. Deal with it.”
I stopped. “I have to leave. I'm leaving. Mila, I can’t stay here. I’ll take the next flight. I don’t care.”
What if she has been with me only because she needed to bring me here? To trap me?
But if Andrade wants something, he takes it.
He doesn't do games.
Unless he wants to do it for sport.
Her face hardens. “You can try, but it won’t work. My brother knows you’re here. Once he realizes what you know, leaving quietly is impossible.”
I swallowed. My voice barely comes out. “What?”
“It's either you stay or leave in a body bag,” she says. Calm. Controlled. Detached. “You stay with me, or… you won’t leave at all.”
I slump into the chair.
My heart pounding.
My thoughts spinning — the career I lost, the investigation I worked years on, the family I thought I’d exposed… and now I’m trapped.
In their house. With their power. And Mila sits there, calm as ever, telling me to stay.
Mila? That's not even her real name!
There’s no choice. Stay… or leave in a body bag.
Mila walks closer to me, in that cute seductive way of her.
She puts her legs on either side of me on the couch.
I knew exactly what she wanted, Mila was always direct.
My hands wrapped around her throat as I pulled her in to claim her lips.
How I've missed her.
I missed how she touch me.
How she moans my name.
I love it when she's like this.
Her hands were quick to bring out my dick.
She wasn't wearing panties.
I got hard before I even blinked.
Mila slowly sat on my cock, the walls of her pussy warm around me.
I felt a delicious sensation.
I took off her shirt, cupping her breasts, tasting them one after the other.
And then, she started to ride me.
Driving me crazy.
I could feel my senses leaving me.
Mila also has a way of doing that to me.
She moved quick and swift.
And soon, I was moaning, spreading inside her.
Mila angrily looked down at me.
“Did you just cum?”
“Y-yeah..” I breathed. “I'm sorry, but I couldn't hold it…”
Mila angrily got down. “Are you kidding me?”
“Mila..”
“Save it.” She walked into the closet and brought out a dildo.
I pulled up my pants quickly. “Don't you fucking dare!” I walked to her.
“That's what you get when you have a small fucking cock and zero dick game. How can you cum in less than a minute?”
My hands were shaking. I couldn't feel my heart.
A ring in my ears.
I only watched her climbed the bed, turned it on and started fucking herself.
Her eyes never left mine.
Her moans haunting my soul.
I can't do this.
My legs started moving, away from her and out of the room.
I blinked back to tears, not today. No!
I tried to block out her mocking moans but they only got louder.
Fuck!
- End of Chapter -
