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  No! Rocco would not die tonight, fighting in a blaze of bullets for her honor, blaming himself for their doomed last seconds on earth. She wouldn't allow it! But it was almost too late. Like in slow motion, Jenny saw Rocco start to move forward. The tiniest fraction of a second later, the bodyguard began withdrawing his handgun. It was almost all the way out. His finger caressing its way to the trigger. Rodrigo squinted, attempting to duck at his waist, as if he could dodge the bullets that would soon be flying his way.

  Jamie did the only thing she could do. Later when she would think back to that instant, she would remember it like a slow motion movie in her mind. Her body relaxed, her mind simply, unfathomably, was at peace with her decision. Her eyes, blinking away the tears riveted on the old boss' lips, her fists unclenching, her arms coming up around the burly man's thick neck.

  And she hugged him! His hand was still ensconced between her soft thighs his fingers trying to move deep inside that part in her body were until less than ten days ago only her husband had ever been. But she did it. She reached up, hugged the man's thick neck, smiled into his dark eyes that squinted full of suspicion.

  And kissed him!

  First Steps to Submission

  Dumbfounded Jamie looked after the man’s rapidly diminishing form. Her eyes scanned the house and for the first time she realized how many men were here as well. All of them were armed to the teeth. Some were either chatting or gazing at their smart phones, others were playing cards or just staring at her.

  She turned and saw two men holding Rodrigo by the shoulders, a third pointedly looking at him, his hand on the pistol grip of his gun.

  "You better follow the boss. If you don't want to get yourself in a whole lot of trouble that is," a girl said. She had materialized seemingly out of nowhere and appeared to be about the same age as Jamie. Perhaps younger. Her entire demeanor however exuded authority and steely determination. She was beautiful and appeared utterly comfortable with herself and her surroundings. She was observing Jamie, a bemused expression on her face. It was strange how unimpressed this unknown girl seemed to be with the predicament unfolding in the living room. It was almost as if having people brought in against their will to molest was a common occurrence here.

  Then Jamie realized that it actually probably was.

  “Go on!” The girl lit a cigarette and motioned with her head in the direction of the rapidly diminishing figure of the boss.

  Jamie realized that the girl was actually correct. She certainly had no way of helping Rodrigo here. Perhaps if she was able to talk to his boss about whatever their issues were, maybe she might be able to convince him to let them go. Jamie stood and hurried to catch up with the man who by now was about to turn a corner at the far end of the immense hall.

  Jamie caught up with him when he was about to enter what appeared to be a wonderfully upholstered expensive looking home office. The walls were done in wood paneling with floor-to-ceiling shelves of books. She recognized many of them to be current and past bestsellers. Jamie blushed when she saw there were a fair number of erotica titles that she had more than a passing familiarity with herself. She heard a soft chuckle and turned to see the man looking at her. She blushed violently realizing that he knew what she had been thinking.

  The soft click of the lock in the paneled door as it closed behind her shook her back to reality.

  She was alone with the severe looking man! The same one who had virtually raped her in the street. The same man whose bodyguards even now were holding Rodrigo at gunpoint. He was silently staring at her and it was all she could do to not try and run out of the room.

  After a long moment of silence, the man turned his back on her, reached for a box on his desk and took out a cigar. He opened a box of matches, lit the cigar, puffed a couple of times, and walked around his desk to seat himself in a big leather chair.

  Jamie was at a complete loss. She didn’t know what to do. All she could think of was to plead, beg, grovel on her knees if necessary.

  "Please, sir please let us go.” She heard her own voice and it sounded so pathetic and whiny that she felt disgusted with herself. The man looked away from her and waved his hand puffing smoke. He took out his cell phone from his pocket, and swiped the screen.

  Jamie heard the sound of a powerful fan kick in somewhere in the high ceiling above. Soon the cigar smoke cleared but the temperature began precipitously falling. Chills ran through her quivering frame and Jamie hugged her arms around her body.

  “I don't even know who you are. And I don't want to know. I have a husband and…” she was going to tell him about the baby and how she had to be home soon to nurse him, but the man cut her off. Seeing him smile made her shiver with more violence.

  “I think you are a smart girl and know exactly what is happening here. My boy has disappointed me one too many times and even though he’s like a son to me, I have a business empire to run and examples to set. I was going to kill him tonight and you were going to be the perfect excuse.” He took his cigar and waved it at her. “You see I know about you. I always do my homework. Always. My sources told me that Rodrigo had developed a crush on some suburban puta. It was child’s play to find out the details. All I had to do was put the screws on you tonight and wait until Rodrigo did something stupid to protect you. My men had orders to shoot him on the spot. I think you saw what was about to happen.” The mobster’s eyes narrowed. “I think that’s why you kissed me.”

  Jenny was about to protest but the man waved his hand. “No, that’s okay. You did well. You saved your lives tonight. What I don’t understand is why you are so intent on trying to save him again?” He seemed genuinely curious now and Jamie was momentarily caught off guard.

  She realized it was a good question. What was she doing here meddling in the affairs of this gang? She had known all along that Rodrigo associated himself with criminals. Why did she care? She had a husband, a child, a life to go back home to. What was she doing here?

  And then Jamie remembered Rodrigo’s eyes in the alleyway and the way he had been ready to sacrifice himself for her. Her knight in shining armor. Maybe she had saved him. But what good would it do if they all died here tonight?

  “Perhaps I should tell you more about your Rodrigo,” the man said and motioned towards the desk. “Go look at what’s inside that folder lying there on top.”

  Queasy with apprehension, Jamie gingerly walked over to the desk and opened the manila folder as told. She gasped. A thick stack of black and white and colored photos spilled across the dark mahogany. All of them were pictures of herself and Rodrigo. Making love. No. Fucking their brains out. Picture after picture of sex, hot and sultry, the worst possible kind of screaming hot sex.

  Why did he have them?

  Puzzled she looked up.

  “He was hired to frame you, my dear,” the man said. “Apparently, that hubby of yours, John, I believe his name is. The one who right now is allegedly on a business trip somewhere in Europe, hired your loverboy, just so he could divorce you on favorable terms.”

  Jamie’s mouth opened, closed, then opened again, but no sound came out. This didn’t make any sense.

  “But, but why? This is preposterous…”

  Suddenly she felt herself spinning out of control. Even kidnapped, Jamie had subconsciously considered 1her situation to be a direct result of her own actions earlier. If she had not been having an affair with Rodrigo, she wouldn’t have been in his car tonight in the first place. And the reason for the affair was her own slutty nature. Or so she kept telling herself. Even before, Jamie had always blamed herself for the scorching sex and toe curling orgasms her Latin lover had given her. Now, suddenly, nothing made sense anymore. Even that corrosive self-blame seemed like a welcome refuge in comparison to the deep sense of betrayal that this new information suddenly created. John wanted her to cheat! To entrap her. But why!?

  “I don’t believe you! You’re a criminal! A beast! A professional liar. Even now you’re just lying to me. Why, I do
n’t know. Perhaps to manipulate me somehow.” She was yelling now. The man simply smiled and nodded. Much to her surprise he didn’t seem the least bit angry at her outburst.

  Quite the contrary. He took another sip of thick alcoholic liquor and his smile broadened. “I agree with most of what you just said, honey. Yes, I am a criminal of the worst possible kind,” the open sincerity of his voice made Jamie want to run. “And yes, I am manipulating you, but what I said also happens to be the truth. Incidentally.” He shrugged.

  Every one of his words felt like bullets through her heart and Jamie desperately tried to make at least some sense of them. It was almost as if he was speaking in a foreign language. She could hear him and even understand the general meaning of what he was saying. But the full import of the information simply refused to register.

  “Why! Why would John hate me so much to do that to me!?” And then another question dawned on her: Even if what this awful man was saying was true, why had sweet Rodrigo gone through and done it? Why had they all played her like that? The man arched his eyebrows, his face noncommittal.

  “I wondered the same question and for the life of me it took me a long time to figure it out. It’s not like you’re ugly, sick or an obvious burden to your husband in any way that I could see.” The man was looking at her questioningly now and Jamie blushed feeling her face glow in anger.

  This man had a lot of nerve suggesting that her husband wanted to leave her because of some fault of her own.

  “You’re a pig!” Suddenly the man’s relaxed face became suffused with anger, his dark eyes sparkling with menace. Jamie felt her heart skip a beat with the obvious threat she saw. After a moment of silence the man took a breath and relaxed again.

  “I’ll let that slide, for now. You should know that you’re in no position to insult me. Normally I wouldn’t care why some cabron wants to divorce his gringa wife but given how deeply Rodrigo had fallen for you, after taking the job, I suddenly became genuinely curious. At the very least I wanted to meet the woman who held such power over two independent, grown, otherwise experienced men. One of them, your husband, appeared willing to pull strings and find, and then hire a hardened criminal just so he could get rid of you. The other one, my favorite hitman Rodrigo, took the job, but then seemed unable to let go of your presence in his life.” The man laughed to himself.

  “Yes, Rodrigo was probably about to attempt to seduce you that same weekend when you first spoke to him. But something about seeing you in person must have struck a chord with him, or something. Because after that, he fully intended on canceling the deal with your husband. He didn’t even record your time together when he first fucked you, as your husband had apparently requested. Those pictures,” the man nodded towards the desk, “They were taken by one of my personal bodyguards that I sent to investigate where it was that Rodrigo was spending all his free time.”

  Somehow this last piece of information struck Jamie as making perfect sense. She felt an overpowering weakness behind her knees and silently fell back into the big leather chair in front of the desk. All her energies were suddenly gone. She was too stunned to even cry or scream or do whatever wives who discovered they had been cheated on were expected to do.

  “Did you ever find out why it was that John wants to divorce me?” The words sounded so heartless, clinical and painful as she spoke them that Jamie felt dirty by even uttering them herself.

  “I did in fact,” the man said. “But I insist that this is something you have to ask your husband and have him confide himself. I have no time for suburban melodramas. I’m a busy man and the only reason I’m even speaking to you is because I have finally figured out why it is Rodrigo was willing to die for you earlier in the back alley.”

  Jamie blinked back tears and looked up puzzled.

  The man put down the glass and stood. He brushed off some invisible flakes of dust from his immaculate suit pants. “It has to do with what I said back there in the alleyway when I was attempting to provoke Rodrigo. You are a natural submissive and even though most men cannot understand that quite as clearly as I do, every hotblooded man can subliminally feel the little movements of your body, the little whimpers, gestures, sighs, and sounds that you keep making to know what a hot woman you are. The man had come around the desk and was now standing right in front of Jamie their knees almost touching.

  She looked up at him and felt intimidated by his towering presence. “What Rodrigo failed to mention is that the specific line of business of my gang, an ardent member of which he was until today I might add, is white slavery amongst others.”

  “White slavery?” Jamie felt numb and speechless, her brain refusing to provide even the faintest hint of what she ought to say or do or even think right now. She felt like a feather in freefall: light, powerless, buffeted by events well beyond her control. She stood there gazing up at the man and when he reached to touch her cheek just passing the tip of his finger down along her perfect jawline to the tip of her chin where he tapped and then moved up to her lips, she welcomed his action for it was better than the emptiness of her catatonic panic. She parted her lips and welcomed the man’s digit in.

  He didn’t push his finger in deep at all, but merely kept it there like a foreign invader heavy upon her lips, a reminder, a foretaste of a different world.

  “I-I don’t understand,” she said her words coming out distorted around the man’s finger.

  “Precious moment right there,” he said as if to himself. “He brought his other hand and gently caressed her cheek. “So naïve, gullible, fragile. Like clay.”

  They stood that way for a long while, the girl suckling on the man’s finger as he caressed her face, gazing down on her frightened, blinking eyes. A soft chime from the smart phone in his pocket seemed to bring everything into focus. He slowly took his finger out, playfully touched her nose and smiled.

  “I was going to make you an offer but I don’t see the point now.”

  “An offer?”

  “Never mind that. Two things will happen now. You will undress and then you will use your mouth to convince me to reconsider.”

  “I don’t – I can’t – I’m married –“

  “No. Not anymore. I absolve you of that responsibility. Your vows are void as far as God and you should be concerned. Your child that is now with your sister will be brought in here to live with you during your training. Normally I do not initialize a slave into her new life in my own house but with you,” he cleared his throat. “We’ll see how things go.”

  “What about…”

  “Rodrigo?”

  “I think I love him.”

  “I think you do love him,” the man agreed. “And that is precisely why you shall never see him again after tonight. You don’t deserve him. He doesn’t deserve you either but I will explain more later. He has work to do and tonight you will tell him goodbye forever.”

  “Where is he going?”

  “He is going on a mission to Colombia. Don’t worry, it is a step up from what I had initially planned would be his destiny tonight.”

  “What about my husband?”

  “This depends entirely on you, my dear.” Jamie nodded. The man bent and kissed the top of her head and then went back and seated himself in his chair.

  “I’m waiting,” he said.

  Wistfully, Jamie looked back at the door. It looked massive and big, it was probably reinforced steel and bulletproof. With a shudder she realized that it was perhaps soundproof as well.

  “Show me what you've got and I'll see if you can convince me to let you both live tonight.” What choice did she really have but to obey? Jamie stood.

  “Not there, puta,” came the gruff voice of the boss. “You kneel on the floor when I’m present. All my women do.”

  Jamie squeezed her fists but demurely slid her butt off the couch and knelt as ordered.

  Jamie closed her eyes. Suddenly she felt like a precious work of art being unveiled for her new owner. She couldn’t help but see hi
s appreciative eyes as he looked on the treasures hidden that she was being forced to carefully unveil. This vile crime boss was only the second man to ever see her undress other than her husband. Again, some vestigial part of Jamie’s old self rebelled in shame and she almost stopped herself. One quick glance at his stern face, his eyes gleaming like black obsidian over the shimmering glass in his hand, was enough to motivate the young housewife into obedience.

  Jamie felt on the verge of crying choked up with emotions. She looked up at him again terrified he was angry by something she had done or her slowness to cooperate, but was relieved to see no anger in his face. The man was simply shaking his head like a father admonishing his child about a simple misdeed.

  "Stop trying to shield yourself from my eyes. You belong to me now. Do not ever try to hide yourself from me," the man said and for some odd reason she thought she agreed. It was just that putting her on the spot like that made her feel terribly self-conscious and aware of his open and lascivious stare.

  This morning, in an effort to excite Rodrigo and be pleasing to him, she had worn a thin, silky, strappy dress which was low-cut, with sides split up her thighs. Jamie knew it displayed her figure to full advantage while still leaving something to the imagination. Her heart was beating so fast that it was all she could hear in the silence of the room that felt empty and dark as if the entire universe had vanished leaving her alone with this monster of a man. She couldn’t begin to comprehend her situation. Everything was happening so terribly fast!

  She had no emotional strength left to draw upon and so merely resigned herself to follow the flow of events as ordained by this dark Lord of Crime. Somehow it felt worse that she was being told to undress herself. He demanded her participation in her own ordeal. It would have been so much easier to be passive about it entirely. But this diabolic monster of a man seemed intent on coercing her to participate in her own subjugation.