Mafia Boss's Slave

Name: Mafia Boss's Slave
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Irina Karev has spent her life chasing her dream: studying music. But everything changes when she wakes up in a strange place, her fate in the hands of a dangerous man. "Get in there! Your owner for the night is waiting for you!" Nikolai Dubrovnik, known as The Wolf, rules the Mafia with iron fists. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, no one dares defy him-until Irina, the fiery redhead, steps into his life. "One thing you'll learn, Irina: I don't ask twice." Irina is given to Nikolai as payment for a debt, but who's truly the prisoner in this twisted game? Will they both fall into the darkness, or is there a chance for them to break free together? ATTENTION: +18 content.

R18+ First love Sexual slave Mafia Age gap Arrogant/Dominant Romance Mafia Age gap

Chapter 2 Obey!

05-28 10:12

Chapter 1 There must be a mistake

IRINA

"Give that bitch a bath. Today is her debut!" his voice was mocking, which indicated that he was really enjoying my miserable situation!

I was pushed and fell to the wet floor. The place smelled of soap and scented oils, but it was nothing comforting, quite the opposite.

Minutes earlier, I had woken up with a terrible headache! My body ached as if I had been beaten senseless - and I had never been beaten before. Additionally, my skin was sticky with sweat, something I absolutely hated!

Still dizzy and not fully aware of my surroundings, the crash of the door opening violently startled me, and I screamed in terror.

"Ty prosnulas', malen'kaya printsessa?" (Are you awake, little princess?) Russian? Was that man speaking in Russian? I tried to look at him, but the ceiling light was blinding, making my eyes burn as I tried to keep them open. Soon, a pull on my arm forced me to stand up immediately.

"Davay, davay! U nas net tselogo dnya!" (Come on, come on! We don't have all day!)

The man ordered that I be given a bath and talked about my debut, which made no sense at all. Hell, it didn't make sense for me to be here, surrounded by Russians!

"What's going on?" my speech was still slurred. I must have been drugged, it was the only explanation! As for my question, it was successfully ignored!

I was dragged - yes, because I couldn't stand on my own - through a dark corridor, and soon I felt steam on my face and the sensation of moisture on my skin intensified. My hands were trembling. I looked around and saw that I was in a bathroom.

"Make sure this bitch is more than decent!" the man continued speaking in Russian, and I saw an elderly woman approaching. She merely nodded.

I wanted to ask more, but the look the Russian gave me made me hesitant. I wasn't someone who took insults lying down, but I wasn't stupid enough to start a fight in someone else's territory, especially when I wasn't even in a condition to run. He left, and it felt like the air was lighter.

"Come, dear" the middle-aged woman said, smiling kindly at me. At least that was something!

"Where...? Where am I?" I asked in English. Yes, I could speak Russian because my father was Russian, but I was Spanish. My throat was dry! She looked at me without understanding, and I sighed, repeating in Russian.

The elderly woman gave me a warning look and shook her head side to side.

"You'd better not know. Just keep in mind that you must obey if you want any chance of surviving here."

"But..." I wanted to ask more, but she didn't seem to be able to speak anymore. I would wait for another opportunity, perhaps in a few minutes.

We passed a pillar, and I could see that it was a communal bathroom. Some other girls were there, quietly washing themselves, silently. I noticed that some of them had marks on their bodies, which scared me a lot. Where the hell was I? I had my suspicions, but I didn't want to accept that reality.

As I approached them, they turned their faces, trying not to make eye contact with me. Fear. They were scared, but of course, not of me - of whoever was behind this kidnapping.

The woman who helped me earlier let me take a shower by myself, handing me cleaning products that smelled really nice. I took my shower, and I was much more awake now, and I believed I was ready to escape. Later, that same woman took me to another room. I didn't want to go in, but she assured me it was just to change.

I went in, feeling a knot in my stomach and looking back constantly to make sure the door wasn't closing.

"Put on this dress and accessories," she said, and I noticed the clothes were white but sensual. A very short dress, with openings on the sides of the torso and a deep neckline. The shoes were high heels.

"As soon as you're done, I'll put makeup on you."

My suspicions could no longer be ignored. I was in a Russian brothel. What I didn't know was why I was there! My father was Russian, but we had no contact with that land or those people! How had I ended up there? I owed nothing to anyone! I had no enemies!

"There must be a mistake here, ma'am," I said. "I didn't apply for this kind of place. Who can I talk to?"

"Don't question, girl. It's for your own good."

She looked at me with pleading eyes, and I knew she was also there against her will. I wouldn't make her job harder and just nodded. But if they thought I would prostitute myself or entertain men, they had a big surprise coming!

I dressed, and when I looked in the mirror, I didn't even recognize myself. I had never worn anything like that before! The woman gestured for me to sit, and she started drying my hair and gave me light makeup. Soon, I was ready.

While she worked on me, I thought about my father. I was a pianist and music student. My life revolved around soundtracks, and at that moment, I was trying to connect with music to calm myself. But I could only think of Adagietto from Gustav Mahler's 5th Symphony.

The woman left the room and returned minutes later, asking me to follow her. I knew the moment to try to escape was approaching! We went down another corridor, and I could feel the change in the air. The place was air-conditioned. Finally! But of course, they wouldn't show the 'merchandise' in a deplorable state, with melted makeup, right?

"Stay here. They'll come for you."

She said and turned away quickly. I didn't even have time to think about escaping because two men appeared and signaled for me to walk down another corridor. It felt like a maze!

I began to hear voices and glanced sideways at one of the partially open doors, where a huge man was sitting on a sofa, with a stunning blonde on his lap. I quickly looked away and kept walking. The sound of voices grew louder.

"Go in there! Your owner for the night is waiting for you!" one of the men said and shoved me in.