The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 52

~ Violet ~

This is probably where I’m gonna die.

After Leo put the sack back over her head, Violet was brought to the very edge of the room. She knew that because when he put her down, she felt her back hitting the brick wall. The wall was coarse and harsh against her body, she could feel its roughness through the fabric of her shirt.

The next thing she knew, she felt her hands being lifted up and more ropes were tying them up so she couldn’t pull them down. The ropes on her ankles were then cut open, but only to be tied again, and her legs were spread open this time.

Leo then pulled the burlap sack from over her head and Violet saw her condition. Standing at the end of the room, her hands were tied up above her head and her legs were spread open, tied to some metal posts. Leo stood menacingly in front of her and behind him were a row of guys watching. Luca, on the other hand, sat back in one of the chairs in another corner with Sabrina on his lap.

“Look at you, all tied up like a good little slut,” Leo said with his head cócked to the side.

Violet tried moving her arms and legs, but it was no use. Leo caught the fear in her eyes and it only made him smile wider. He started pacing around, circling her. And every time he stepped closer to her, Violet held her breath tight in her chest.

“He does this kind of thing often, doesn’t he?” Leo said as he put a hand on her cheek. “You must be enjoying this,”

Leo was gripping her cheeks so tight, her face turned red in pain. Violet squirmed and a single tear trickled down her face.

“P—please,” she begged. “I don’t know anything… just let me go,”

Leo dropped his hand from her face and stepped closer until his face was hovering above her. She could feel his breaths hitting her cheeks and Violet turned away in response.

“I will let you go, I promise,” he said, tilting her face forcefully back to him. “But you have to be a good girl and tell me what I wanna hear,”

Violet swallowed hard. His face was only inches away from her. His gaze was dark and lustful, and it made her feel disgusted. Leo then inched his face closer and his lips grazed her nose. Violet jerked away as hard as she could.

“Well?” he asked, sounding rather irritated because she just rejected him.

“I told you, I don’t know anything,” she replied.

“I see,” he said. His face was stoic and stern as he took a step back. With his gaze still glued on her, he lifted one hand up and said, “Bring me my whip,”

One of his men quickly moved and brought out a dark leather whip. The man put the whip on Leo’s hand and he smirked triumphantly.

“Still got nothing to say to me?” he asked.

Violet shuddered in silence. Leo played with the whip in his hand as if to taunt Violet. At first, she thought he might be bluffing. He was only trying to scare her. He wouldn’t use a bullwhip on a person… would he?

* CRACK! *

As if to answer her question, Leo cracked the whip hard and aimed it at her leg. The sound was so thunderously loud and the pain was worse. Violet flinched and cried, and she felt her jeans ripping because of the whip.

Leo waited for a moment and let Violet endure the stinging pain. Getting tied up and whipped was something she was accustomed to doing inside Damon’s playroom, but this was not the playroom. There was no safeword. There was no pleasure. There was only pain and nothing else.

This is pain. This is real pain.

“Still nothing?” Leo asked.

Violet’s lips were quivering like she wanted to speak, but no words were coming out. There were only tears and pleas.

* CRACK!!! *

Leo cracked the whip again and this time he aimed it on her stomach. Violet let out a sharp cry as the pain took over her body. The whip was so sharp, it cut right through her clothes and bruised her skin.

“How about now?” Leo taunted.

He lifted the whip up like he was about to hit her again, but he didn’t do it. Violet scrunched her eyes shut and felt nothing. He was only teasing her. Letting out a laugh, he took a step closer and let the tip of the whip touch her feet and up her legs. Violet wished she could close her legs shut, but she couldn’t move. Leo let the whip linger on her lower stomach and watched in excitement as Violet cowered in fear.

“Please…” she begged again. “I don’t know anything…”

Leo stopped moving for a moment and he just stared at her face. Then suddenly and without warning, he grabbed a fistful of her hair roughly and yanked her face towards him.

“Ah!” she yelped.

“Good girls don’t lie and you’re being a very bad girl right now,” Leo said as he pressed his lips to her ear. “Which means you’ll have to be punished,”

Leo let go of his grip on her and her head hung low. Violet couldn’t do anything but keep her eyes closed, hoping it could block the pain away. Leo then took a step back and struck her with his whip again and again.

* CRACK! * CRACK! * CRAAACK!!! *

The cracking sound of the whip filled the air, followed by Leo’s raspy laugh. Violet couldn’t even register the pain anymore. She was crying and screaming helplessly, and he just continued striking her like an unremorseful savage.

“Aaahh!” she cried.

It hurts. It really hurts…

The beating had stopped, but the pain engulfed her body. Every inch of her skin felt like it was burning, and she was biting her l*p so much, she could taste the b***d on her lips. Violet’s mind went blank and she was sure she wasn’t going to make it out of here alive.

“What’s it gonna be, princess?” Leo taunted again. “Huh?”

He gripped her chin and brought her lifeless face up to him. She was so broken and distressed, she could barely open her eyes, let alone speak.

“P—please…” she said, mustering all her strength.

Leo narrowed her eyes at her, looking somewhat disappointed. He knew she wasn’t going to talk. Even after all the beating, she was still not giving in.

“He’s got you wrapped around his finger good,” he said through gritted teeth. “What’d he do to you, huh?”

Violet didn’t answer him, but Sabrina spoke up from the other side of the room.

“She was a virgin when he got her,” she said. Her face was lighting up like she was enjoying this.

“Oh, is that so?” Leo looked amused. “He’s probably taught you a lot of things since then,”

Let took another step closer until his body was pressed up against her. Violet’s breath was caught in her throat and her knees began to shake. She had been with Damon long enough to know when a man was horny and excited, and at this moment, Leo was both.

“Is that why you don’t wanna betray him?” he said lowly, and his groin was grinding up against her. His hand then grabbed one of her boobs and Violet cringed. “He’s your first and it’s… sentimental?”

“Don’t touch me!” she yelped.

“Or what?” he challenged, digging his dirty nails into her breast.

Leo dropped the whip to the floor and both his hands went to roam her body. He grabbed her butt, groped her breasts, and choked her neck. Violet shook her head frantically from side to side, but he only laughed. He then ripped her shirt open forcefully and revealed the white lace bra she was wearing. Then he grabbed her breasts again roughly and aggressively.

“No!” she yelled. “Stop!”

“There’s only one thing that can make me stop,” he chuckled. “And you chose not to do it,”

More tears streamed down her face as Leo started ripping her jeans open. If the pain from the whipping was bad, things were about to get a lot worse from here on out.

“I told you, you’re making this hard on yourself,” he said again, waiting to see if she’d change her mind.

Standing right next to her, he lifted her face forcefully so she was facing the room. There were probably about thirty men in there and Violet saw how all of them were looking at her like she was a piece of meat ready to be devoured. They had ugly, dirty smiles, and some of them even started rubbing their groins.

“You see all these guys out here? You see the way they lookin’ at you?” Leo taunted further. “You know what I’m gonna do? Since you’re gonna be here for a while, I think I’m gonna fúck your little pússy and let all of them have a taste. How does that sound?”

Violet went frozen stiff. She had never felt so much terror in her life before, and she knew Leo wasn’t joking.

“Yeah, bet you like that, huh?” he murmured into her ear, and his hand clawed violently into her breast. “A good little slut like you. Am I turning you on?”

Leo was laughing mockingly at her, and Violet couldn’t take it anymore. Before she could stop herself, she turned to face him and spat right at his eye.

“You fúcking b***h!” he g*****d and took a step back. But before she could enjoy this small moment of victory, Leo’s hand landed sharply on her cheek.

* SMACK! *

He slapped her across the face so hard, Violet tasted b***d in her mouth. Her face also hit the rough brick wall and the roughness cut her skin.

“So that’s how you wanna play it? You like it rough, huh?” Leo laughed again before turning to his men. “What do you say, boys? The little slut wants us to teach her a lesson,”

“Yeahhh,” the men responded in wild boisterous laugh and cheer. Some of them even started taking off their shirts, getting ready for action.

Violet turned to Leo who was now taking off his belt. She opened her mouth to say something, but he didn’t care for it one bit. He put the belt over her mouth and tied it behind her head, silencing her.

“Say your prayers, little girl,” Leo said as he licked his lips, standing right in front of her. “Nothing can save you know,”

Violet had been fighting so hard for so long, but she couldn’t fight anymore. There was no more energy left in her. She felt nothing but hopelessness as the men behind Leo laughed and they started to form a line. And when Leo’s hand slipped through her underwear and grabbed her pússy, Violet felt her soul leaving out of her body.

This is it… this is where it ends.

Leo forced two fingers inside her core and his other hand was stroking his length. Violet started crying uncontrollably, but that didn’t phase him one bit. On the contrary, he was enjoying this sight. He got really hard just by looking at a powerless and helpless Violet.

“Ooh, she’s tight,” he hissed and pushed his fingers deeper. “Don’t worry, boys. I’ll break her open for you,”

Leo pushed another finger into her core and violently moved his hand to stretch her walls. The men behind laughed and cheered even louder. Violet felt so defeated, she couldn’t even cry anymore. Her entire body shut down and all she could do now was close her eyes and take the pain. She knew the pain was coming because Leo pulled his hand out and positioned his length to her entrance. Violet said her last prayers as his tip entered her, and suddenly…

* BANG! * BANG! * BANG! *

Loud noises were heard coming from the door. Violet’s eyes jerked open and Leo moved away instinctively.

“What was that?” he asked the men.

Everyone turned around and their eyes were at the door. There was a moment of silence as everyone waited and exchanged confused glances. Some of them started approaching the door slowly and cautiously, but before they could reach the door, they heard another loud booming sound and the metal door came crashing down.

* CRASH!!! *

As the door came down, the first thing Violet saw was a man in a sleek black suit. Behind him stood several other guys, probably about ten of them, and they all had their weapons ready. The man in the front stepped closer and Violet could see his face clearly. His dark brown eyes burned with red fire and the look on his face said that he was ready to burn this whole place down.

“Damon…”

As if he could hear her, Damon’s eyes found her and he looked so viciously angry at the state she was in.

Meanwhile, all the men in the warehouse scrambled to draw their weapons, which was hard since some of them weren’t even wearing their pants. Leo also adjusted himself back in his pants and grabbed the first weapon he saw on the floor, the whip.

“Damon Van Zandt in our neck of the wood,” Luca stepped in to cover his brother, drawing his gun and aiming it at Damon. “To what do we owe this pleasure?”

Damon took his eyes from Violet for a moment to look at Leo and Luca Maranzano. “Sorry to ruin your little party, but you have something of mine,” he said as he turned his gaze back to Violet. His voice was calm but threatening.

“And I need her back,”