It hadn't taken Mr Horan long to decide we were done with dinner, deciding he wanted to bring me back to his suite as quickly as possible. 

I was still bothered by Mr Capra's surprising appearance, but managed to remain professional and seduce my way into Winston Horan's heart.

His driver had given me several sceptic glances, before his boss ordered him to roll up the partition, leaving the two of us alone.

"This feels too good to be true, Jade," Mr Horan spoke, and my attention settled on him again.

I made sure to be sitting with my body was turned slightly toward his, my leg elegantly crossed over the other. My position enabled the slit in my dress to expose more of my thigh, which I noticed only interested him further. 

"What does?" I wondered with faked obliviousness, my shoulders back so my cleavage was available for his shameless gaze.

"You're the perfect woman. Educated, beautiful..." 

I forced my smile to widen in awe, acting as if I was so taken by his compliment.

"You're too kind, Winston," I replied smoothly and reached my hand over to rest on his thigh, "this feels like it's meant to be, doesn't it?"

I cringed internally at the honey-coated words leaving my lips. He seemed very pleased by them though, as he had seemed all throughout dinner.

I had told him I was a ballet dancer, working mainly for the royal ballet. This was often my background story, since it seemed to excite all the men. Maybe they thought it made me extra flexible and sophisticated, as crude as that does sound. The only dancing I had done in my life was stripping.

"It does," he agreed, completely under my spell.

I had him under my control, and for a moment thought I had this dangerous man in the palm of my hand and that everything would work out fine once we got up to his suite.

He took my hand into his and brought it up to his chapped lips. With his droopy eyes on mine, he kissed the back of my hand. I put on a shy smile, aware now that he liked it.

I prided myself on being a relatively good reader of people, having had to deal with all sorts during my short life. I knew how and when to act when I aimed to please, almost always getting what I wanted in return. This was a plus when it came to my current profession.

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We arrived to his suite a few minutes after we'd left the restaurant.

"I have a stunning diamond necklace that would fit you perfectly," despite his perverted eyes, he had been polite towards me with words and only small touches so far.

"Diamonds are a girl's best friend," I followed behind him as he walked further into the extravagant suite right in the centre of the city. 

"Truly," he cast me a smile over his shoulder, the sides of his eyes crinkling impossibly.

I scanned every single corner of the area available, which did limit to the few rooms we had to walk through to get to our destination.

When I realised he was heading towards a large safe, my attention peaked and I took a few fast steps in my heels to reach his side, ready to take in the code.

As I had been so focused on the safe, I made the mistake of disregarding the fact that we were in the master bedroom.

None of the lights were turned on for some strange reason, so I inched as close to him as I could to be able to see the code.

"I don't think I've ever worn a diamond necklace before," I hooked my arm slowly around his, my front brushing against his side, "you've got me all excited, Winston."

I purred out each slow and seductive word, my lips brushing against his ear to further encourage him to open up the safe.

He shivered, before surprising me by turning to face me. I took a small stumble back, not having expected it.

"Now that I think about it, maybe it's best if I give you the necklace later... I think it would get in the way of some... activities," a suggestive grin tugged up the sides of his mouth, and for a moment my heart dropped down to my stomach.

Everything had gone fine until now, but a small voice inside my head was telling me to get out of here, knowing this couldn't end well.

I was alone, with nobody to help me if something did happen.

"Don't you think it would be more exciting?" I gathered myself and closed the space between us again, running my finger down his chest slowly and flirtatiously.

I leaned closer to whisper into his ear, holding my breath to avoid his nauseating stench, "imagine me nude, wearing only diamonds. It would make me feel so sexy-"

Before I had a chance to finish my seductive suggestion. A small squeal of fright left my lips when his hand roughly grabbed my waist, fingers digging into my skin through my satin dress.

I was pulling back from him immediately, but didn't manage to get far enough before his other hand reached up to clasp around my neck, so close to choking me.

My eyes were wide with horror, and I was raking through my mind on what I should now do. I could fight him, but I doubt it would take long for his men to come in here and restrain me.

"You drive me wild," he growled lustfully, his bad breath fanning my face. His hold tightened painfully.

"Oh, Winston..." I began gently, my voice shaking. I hoped to calm him down and gain control of this situation again. With my hands on his wrists I carefully attempted to pry his hands off me.

"Don't speak unless I tell you to," he licked along my jaw, and I felt the dinner we had had rising from my stomach, "and when you do, you'll call me daddy."

At that point I stopped caring about getting the code of the safe. I wouldn't have myself go through with this just for a stupid code for someone who had no respect for me or my safety.

I began pushing him off me roughly. His grip only tightened further, and I felt like he was cutting my breathing off with his fingers squeezing around my throat.

His disgusting moan motivated me to struggle more against his attempts to kiss me.

"You bastard! Get off me!" I raised my voice, panic seeping through.

I had never lost control of a target like this, and it frightened me. How Mr Capra dared go against what his father had said, I would never understand.

I froze completely and gasped for breath when his hand left my throat. Instead of granting me freedom, he tangled his hand into my hair and tugged at it roughly.

I screamed at the sudden pain, my neck now exposed for him to run his slobbering mouth over my sensitive skin.

"Babygirl, you don't speak to daddy that way," he was insane to be enjoying this, "you're just begging for a punishment..."

I was about to knee him between his legs when suddenly the doorbell of the suite rang.

Winston Horan sighed and pulled back from me, removing his hands from my hair and my body.

Tears were brimming my eyes, but I doubt he could see them in the dimness.

"Wait here, get yourself ready on the bed," he told me, oblivious to my disgust and fright, "I'll be right back."

I felt completely glued to the floor as I watched him head back toward the front door of the suite.

I realised I had dropped my clutch and snapped out of my shocked state to pick it up quickly. My hands were shaking as I fumbled to open it up and take my phone out.

I felt like a scared child, instantly transported to the dark and traumatic experiences one wishes to block out.

I tried calling Vinny, but no answer came. He was usually on some kind of watch when I met with targets.

I began calling another important person in the mafia, Daniel, who also made sure these situations went fine.

While calling him, I began scanning the room for something to fight with.

My thoughts were jumbled, and I didn't even realise the tears rolling down my cheeks slowly.

"You've reached the voicemail of—" I cut the call and a small sob bubbled past my lips.

I hadn't been this scared in a long, long time. 

I grabbed a white and thick candlestick from a decorative table, knowing it would knock the disgusting old man out when I hit him with it.

A loud crash came from the entrance hall and I quickly hid behind a door, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I waited for Winston Horan to walk back. Then, I could attack from behind.

Confident footsteps began nearing. I sucked in a breath, firm on not making any sound.

The steps halted.

The open door closed and I dropped the candlestick when I saw the man stood in front of me.

"Sofia, are you okay?" Mr Capra Jr asked, his brows furrowing as he reached forward for me.

I slapped him.