She was running from her past. He locked his heart away. She desperately needed a well paying job. He wanted a personal assistant who did not want to get in his bed. Together they could set the world on fire. They were the perfect match until their dangerous past threatened their perfect future.
Chapter 1 Mia
Tonight was the night. I had to get out. My bag was packed with the bare minimum and waiting under my bed. The few hundred dollars i managed to save was tucked in my jeans pocket.
The small pocket pistol was laying on the bedside table.
I wonder again where Michael, my closest and dearest friend, managed to get this for me.
At 16 years old, we can't just stroll into a shop and casually make a purchase.
"Mia! Get your ass down here now" my father yells from the bottom of the stairs, breaking my chain of thoughts.
I take the pistol and safely put it in my jacket pocket and hurry downstairs.
I learned at an early age not to disobey my father.
"Yes Daddy" I answer as I get to the bottom of the stairs.
Even though I am not a child anymore, my father insists that I call him Daddy,
I briefly wonder again what goes on in that sick head of his.
He motions to a beautiful white box, neatly wrapped with a pink bow.
"You will be ready at 9 tonight, wearing that dress"
Shocked, I walk to the box sitting on the counter and opened it.
In between the softest tissue paper I have ever felt, was a red dress. I picked up the dress, and gasped.
It was short, see through and left little to the imagination.
"You cannot expect me to wear this! I am not a hooker!"
My father always bought just the necessities so that no one would think I was being neglected.
He jumped up and stormed towards me, grabbing me by the throat.
"Listen here you little slut, you will do as you are told. I had a mishap with one of my latest shipments to Gabriel Russo. He has agreed to overlook this little problem, in return he wants you"
I stood there stunned, my hand dropping to my side.
"It's time that you repay me for keeping you fed and clothed. You will want for nothing."
" Except selling my soul to the devil!"
My father is a high end drug dealer supplier, a middleman man. He does all the dirty work, brokers the deals. Delivers bulk product by any means necessary.
Gabriel Russo, the worst of the worst. The devil reincarnated. At 31, he is drop dead gorgeous, that much I can admit. Darkest of dark hair, chocolate brown eyes.
As rich as they come, but all their money is stained with blood.
He always looked at me with a strange glint in his soulless eyes, which I realized as I got older, was unadulterated lust.
"You have no choice in the matter, you are his, or you are dead"
What happened next was a total outer body experience for me.
I shoved him backwards with all the strength I could muster.
I took him by surprise, as he staggered backward I pointed the gun at him.
"I will not be Gabriel's possession, to be used and abused until he tires of me and kills me"
I pulled the trigger, once, twice.
And then I ran......