The Don's Bride 6

Bailey slowly opened her eyes, allowing her sight to adjust to the dim surroundings of her newest location.

She wasn’t in her apartment anymore.

No…

She appeared to be in some sort of small, cold room with nothing but a bed in it; the same bed that she was laying on top of.

As she went to sit up, she found that her left wrist was handcuffed to the bedframe and frowned, pulling at it angrily with both her hands.

“What the fuck!” she cursed in frustration.

“Where am I?” Let me out of here!”

She waited to hear anything in response but heard nothing but silence.

“Hello! Can anyone hear me?” she called out loudly, still pulling at her cuffed wrist.

“Let me the fuck out of here! Hello!”

The sudden ‘clanking’ sound of the iron door to the room unlocking alerted Bailey to glance over and watch as it opened inwards, illuminating the tiny cell from the lights there in the hallway outside.

She narrowed her eyes from the brightness, staring at the open doorway as someone emerged through it.

And then another person entered… and another… and another.

Four men in total stepped into her cell before the door was closed behind them, submerging them all in the dim lighting of the cell surrounding them.

“Whoa, it’s cold down here.” Armando mused as he stepped forwards and into the dim light.

Revealing his face to Bailey and causing her eyes to widen in fear.

“You!” she whispered in terror.

“I know who you are. You’re that asshole who kidnapped my friend!”

Armando smiled.

“Guilty I’m afraid.” he declared.

“In my defence, your friend is… incredibly tempting-”

“-Shut your fucking mouth you prick!” Bailey snapped over him angrily.

“You don’t get to say that about her! You’re totally disgusting.”

Armando’s smile remained.

“You know, I’ve heard a lot about you, Bailey.” he admitted, coming over closer and causing her to shuffle up against the wall beside the bed as he sat himself down on the edge of it.

He was within reaching distance of her now and showed no sense of compassion whatsoever.

“Natalia was incredibly brave today, coming to save you all on her own…” Armando taunted his newest prisoner.

“What are you talking about?” Bailey asked, frowning at him.

“She wouldn’t do that.”

“Oh, but she did.” Armando insisted, still smiling.

“We almost had her too… It’s a shame. I could have reunited the two of you.”

“I’m glad she’s ok.” Bailey spoke defiantly, staring Armando down.

“Anywhere is better than here with you. And just so you know, I’m not afraid of you, Armando. You’re nothing but a fucking creep- uh!”

Faster than she saw it coming, Armando’s large hand flew out, grabbing a hold of her tiny throat and squeezing it firmly as she reached up with her uncuffed hand to try and pry his hand away from her neck.

“Uh…” she grunted, desperate for air to return to her lungs as he stared her down.

“It’s funny… it’s like you think you’re the one in control here…” he mused.

“If I were you, I’d make smarter choices. You will show respect in my presence… that is, if you want to survive the next couple of days.”

With that, he released his hold on her throat, causing Bailey to fall back against the wall coughing and gasping for air while holding onto her throat.

She had just had a small taste of Armando’s wrath.

Barely a nibble of it, but enough to frighten her.

“Don’t worry, you and Natalia, you’ll be reunited soon enough.” Armando promised, moving to stand from the bed and straightening his suit jacket.

“Oh, and one more thing…” he paused, turning back around to face Bailey as she looked up at him with a concerned expression.

“If I were you, I’d behave myself… that is, unless you want to get to know my boys a little better. I’m sure they’d love to get to know a pretty little blonde like you…”

He smirked, then turned and exited the cell, followed closely by the other three henchmen before the door was closed and latched again.

Bailey couldn’t hide her fear as she beathed panted breaths, shaky and uncontrolled.

How was she going to get herself out of this one?

As Armando made his way back up into the mansion headed to a meeting, he felt his phone ringing in his pants pocket and reached in, grabbing it to answer it.

Lifting the phone to see the screen he paused mid-stride at the name displayed.

Father.

“Oh, here we go…” he cursed in annoyance to himself before answering and lifting the phone up against his ear while walking along again.

“Father, what can I do for you?” he enquired casually.

“Son, how are things going?” Elio asked in a calm manner.

Surprising considering Armando knew that his father would most definitely be aware that Natalia had gotten away and was now with Vincenzo once more.

Armando was expecting to be yelled at the exact moment their call had connected.

“Well, things are just dandy right now, pop. I’m doing great, and you?” Armando spoke sarcastically.

“I heard about what happened with the girl.” Elio proclaimed.

“It’s a shame. I had such high hopes for you, Armando.”

“Yeah, I’m already handling that situation, thanks for the encouragement.”

“Watch how you speak to me, young man.” Elio warned.

“Don’t forget who the Don is of the two of us.”

Armando paused walking, scrunching up his face in anger as he pinched the bridge of his nose and fought to snap something back in retaliation.

“I’ll have Natalia back within a matter of days. You have my word.” Armando promised.

“And then I have plans to marry us right away. I’ll have things under control again soon, don’t worry.”

“You had better.” Elio warned.

“Remember, you are not my only son, Armando. I have two other men fit for the role of future Don should anything unfortunate happen to you.”

“I don’t need your threats, just your patience.” Armando declared.

“I want Vincenzo six feet under and that girl as your wife within the end of the week.” Elio proclaimed.

“And I mean it this time. Mess this up and you can forget becoming Don.”

Suddenly the call ended and Armando fisted his phone, growling deeply in anger.

“FUCK!” he shouted aloud.

His anger was at an all-time high, and he needed some sort of release.

Maybe he could beat the shit out of someone.

Or maybe instead…

He suddenly had a merciless idea and grinned as he headed back in the opposite direction.

He was on his way to the parlour to find Liza.

Reaching the parlour, Armando spotted just who he was looking for sitting by the bar alongside several other well-dressed women.

All enjoying drinks, with some smoking.

“Armando!” Liza called out excitedly as she stood from her stool and made her way over towards him with a smile.

But his expression was not a warm one and the moment he reached her, he grabbed her around the arm and began pulling her across towards the nearby sofa.

“Armando, baby what are you doing?” she asked in confusion as they reached the sofa.

He didn’t say anything, he merely threw her down onto her front over the sofa, surprising her as she gasped, landing on the soft surface.

“Everyone out, now!” he commanded, removing his belt and tossing it aside.

But the women were unsure, walking much too slowly for his taste and it pissed him off even more.

“I said GET THE FUCK OUT!” he shouted at them, his eyes blazing as the women all gasped and ran out of the room, the bartender included.

“Armando, honey?” Liza tried to speak to him, turning to face him, but he roughly shoved her back down onto her front, working to hike her skirt up over her hips and then yanking her lacy panties off in one go.

“Baby, talk to me. What’s going on? Maybe I can help you-”

“-Shut up!” Armando snapped back at her, undoing his pants and lowering them to free his already erect cock from its restraints.

He grabbed his shaft, pumping away at it for a couple of times before he then climbed down over her on the sofa.

Liza was panting fearful breaths as she felt him getting into position.

He had never been like this before with her.

It was a little scary if she were being totally honest.

Normally she found his dominance a massive turn on, but this… this was something darker.

More terrifying.

She wondered if this was what he was like with the girl he had collared; if he treated her like this when they had sex.

But her thoughts were suddenly lost the moment he forced himself into her, without any sort of prior warning at all.

“Ah!” Liza cried out, reaching out and gripping the sofa as he began to mercilessly fuck her.

“Armando… baby-” she tried to speak; to get through to him, but he cut in over her again.

“-Shut up! Stop talking!” he commanded her, grabbing onto her waist and lifting her body up with ease so that only her arms touched the sofa.

He held her tiny body up in the air as he ploughed into her pussy again and again.

Mercilessly dominating her.

Owning her.

Claiming her.

“Oh my god…” she panted as her entire body shook with each of his thrusts.

Her fingers dug into the sofa’s plush surface as she scrunched up her face to try and mask the discomfort and pain.

“Uh… uh fuck… uh…” he grunted as he used her body to pleasure himself.

“Uh yeah… uh…”

And then he stopped, surprising Liza as she breathed rapidly, going to turn her head around as she was placed back down onto the sofa on her stomach as he crawled in over her, still buried deep inside her pussy.

“Baby… baby please talk to me.” Liza tried to reason with him.

To calm him perhaps.

“You’re scaring me.” she added.

“I said shut up.” Armando spoke sternly this time.

“Do not talk again.”

With that, he recommenced fucking her roughly while reaching around and grabbing her by the throat, squeezing firmly enough to block some of her airway as she grunted from it.

Armando grunted, growling deeply as he slammed into her hard, violently, with his grip on her neck getting more and more firm with each passing second.

Before she knew what was happening, Liza couldn’t breathe and she panicked.

Her hands lifted off the sofa, to try prying away at his large hand, tearing away at his fingers but getting nowhere as her pussy was pounded into from behind.

“Baby…” she managed to gasp the word out, but it was barely a whisper as her eyes rolled back and she felt herself about to fall into unconsciousness.

“Uh… uh… fuck yeah… yeah… uh… fuck I’m coming…” Armando grunted, slamming into her hard several more times, right before his cock exploded deep inside her.

“UHHH! UHHHH! Uhhh, uhhh… uhhh.”

He released his hold on her throat as he started to come down from his high and Liza instantly sucked in a deep lungful of air, gasping and coughing as she fought for air to fill her lungs.

And Armando didn’t seem to care as he pulled out of her and proceeded to dress himself, as if he hadn’t just tried choking her.

Finished and sated for the time being, he reached into his other pocket and pulled out his packet of cigarettes, taking one out and lighting it, before then making his way over towards the bar and sitting on a stool.

He grabbed the bottle of scotch there left by the bartender and poured himself a glass of it while Liza pulled her skirt back down to cover herself and stood up from the sofa.

Most women would have gone running for the hills after a violent fuck like that, but she was different.

Instead, she made her way over towards where he sat and sat herself right down right beside him at the bar.

She seemed hesitant about speaking with him to start with, knowing the mood he was in, but knew she should probably try.

“Is everything ok?” she enquired softly.

Meekly.

“Everything’s great. Fantastic.” he spoke sarcastically, puffing on his cigarette and inhaling a lungful of smoke.

Exhaling it out through his nostrils, he sniffed.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” she asked.

“No.” was his simple answer.

And she knew better than to question that.

“Ok…” she spoke, nodding her head and picking up her drink from earlier.

And together they continued drinking, as if nothing had happened between them.