Enslaved To The Mob Ch 14

(Author's Note: Sorry for the delay to my diehard fans and readers. I've been having a lot of difficulties as of late, and finally forced myself to get this chapter out. As with all of my stories, all characters depicted are eighteen years of age or older, and is the sole property of this writer.)

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"No no no. Run along now. You're already a little late." Dmitri mused, slowly walking towards the door of the room. Reaching for the door, he slowly opened it, standing aside to allow her to pass. "Perhaps later I'll try that little ass of yours."

There was no response, no retort of any sort as Angelique walked past Dmitri and set off along the hallway toward the door at the end of the hallway. She couldn't put her mind back into that mind set to deal with the coldhearted bastard. All she could think about was Mikhail. There was no idea in her mind how she could look at him after what she had just done behind his back, nor how she could possibly tell him what had happened to his best friend. It pained her so much to think of what she had to do. Merely seeing him and looking him in the eyes with the taste of Dmitri's seed still lingering in her mouth would take all the courage she had. Now she was expected to tell him what had happened to Nikolai, further disturbing the fragile emotional state he was in.

Reaching the closed door, Angelique paused for a moment, her hand lingering upon the cold metal of the door handle. Her heart raced as she paused, 'Be brave...' She thought to herself. 'You can do this...' Preparing herself as best as she could, Angelique slowly pressed down, and opened the door.

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The door slowly opened, heavy as it slowly swung open to reveal the private bedroom. Light from the window behind the bed shined through the room, obscuring from view the sight of Mikhail at first glance.

He was quiet as he lay within the large, comfortable bed. Seeing him there was as if looking at a hospital room with a dying patient before you. His skin was soft, deathly pale by the amount of blood lost. Heavy bags under his eyes gave off the impression of aging well beyond his looks. Everything about him seemed as if Death was closing in upon him, ready to lay its fatal kiss upon his chest. When she first saw him through the blinding glare of the light, Angelique's heart sank at the sight of him. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw him, the sight of her deathly ill Master ripping at her heart. Hesitantly she crept within the bedroom, closing the door behind her with as much care as she possibly could to keep from disturbing him.

The closer she came to him, the more and more she could see of the damage and carnage of the previous night. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the bloody bandages piled up within a wastebasket, remnants of the night that had taken its toll upon him.

"I was wondering when you would come to see me..." Mikhail's voice said, quietly from the bed.

Instantly her attention was snapped from the wastebasket, and all of the medical supplies, to the sight of him lying so peacefully within the bed. Slowly she came closer and closer to the bed, hesitant as to what she should do as she stood beside him. "I didn't want to disturb you..." Angelique softly remarked, her voice quiet and gentle. "I heard you last night, your screams... I didn't know if you wanted me around you or not."

A faint smile came across his face at her timid words. His hand was slow in moving from his side, weak and filled with fatigue from the long night as he gently patted the empty space of bed beside him. "Why would I not want to have the person who saved my life around me?"

Although she forced a soft, meek smile at his words, Angelique couldn't shake off that overwhelming feeling of dread over what she had to do. There would be no easy way around it in her mind. In his weakened condition, she couldn't help but to wonder how much more stress and anguish he could take. The news she had was the kind that few could handle with a straight face. How do you tell someone in such a state that their friend of so many years had been killed?

She slowly climbed into the bed with him, allowing the comfortable softness of the bed ease her tense muscles. Unabashed in her body with him, Angelique didn't hesitate to be close with her Mikhail. With the blanket over her, she scooted closer, draping her arm cross his chest as her warm leg carefully placed itself over his waist. Being away from him was the last thing she wanted. Angelique wanted to be close to him, holding on to him as if afraid of being ripped apart from her Master.

Just being there, her body so close to his, made Angelique break down. All of the stresses, all of the worries, were slowly coming out of her. Tears slowly came down onto him as she rested her head against his chest, tears of pain and relief. Pain from the stresses she carried with her, the secrets she knew she had to keep from him. Relief from being safe, safe within the embrace of Mikhail as his hand slowly caressed her naked backside.

"It's okay... It's okay..." Mikhail softly said, his voice still weak with the lingering sedative. Ever so slowly and gently his rough finger tips caressed the softness of her flesh, carefully petting the small of her back. "It's alright... You're safe... There's nothing to worry about."

'If only you knew...' Angelique thought to herself as she felt Mikhail's lips gently kiss the top of her head. 'If only you knew...'

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For what seemed like an eternity the two of them laid there together. Angelique didn't dare to move at all from his side, as if fearful that if she left him, she would be gone forever. Mikhail was quiet through it all, more than content to have her lay with him with her body draped against his. As he laid there under her, he couldn't help but to wonder what was wrong with her. Was it sheer shock from what she had experienced and endured? She had been through so much, from a kidnapping and auctioning, to his treatment and training, and then to the chase and flee to freedom and safety. It was easy to say it was the mounting stress and troubles she had endured, but something didn't seem right to him.

What it was, Mikhail had no idea. To him, things had been already seeming odd and peculiar within his life. There were too many questions and too many curiosities he had. Instead of voicing them, he was more than willing to keep quiet, to allow his mind to slowly figure out and piece together the puzzle.

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The next few days seemed to blend together for the two of them. In silence they stayed by each other's side, both feeling the need and desire to be close to one another. For Angelique, she needed and craved that security Mikhail could provide her. Just being in his presence alone made her feel safe. Untouchable. As long as she was with him by his side there was nothing that Dmitri could do to her. He was a dangerous man to say the least, but even Angelique knew he wouldn't have been so brash and brave to take her away from him.

It was all true. As long as she was with him, Dmitri was powerless. His one little toy and last ploy against his former friend and Boss was out of his control. Nothing made him feel angrier than to have his plans ruined by someone so simple and idiotic in his mind. 'It's not the first time she ruined your plans...' He thought to himself as he glared coldly at the closed door of Mikhail's private bedroom on more than one occasion.

Together Mikhail and Angelique spent each moment over the course of the few days. As Mikhail recovered from his wounds and the poison that was ever so slowly being eradicated from his system, Angelique never left his side. Part of him had his own suspicions of why she did not want to leave him, but he never asked, nor did he ever send her away from him for long. Even when the doctor came to inspect his wounds, he never parted himself from her, holding on to her hand as the clumsy old man examined the tender flesh that ached with all of the pain imaginable. In a time of great need, Mikhail did not want to leave her. She was his, as if she were some grown up, human version of a stuffed animal to a sick child. He couldn't and wouldn't be parted from her.

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It was a cold and dreary Saturday morning as the two of them lay comfortably within the bed together. Outside, it was nothing but a cold gray filled with the gloomy and depressing weather of heavy rains and wind. Against the window the rain tapped and tapped, a soothing and calming sound that only aided the pain killers within Mikhail's body as he relaxed.

Against his body laid his slave, his perfect slave. As she watched television with her head nestled ever so gently against his chest and body, he couldn't help but to take in the sight of her before him. His eyes slowly scanned over her naked form, the seductive curves of her hips and the round firmness of her heart-shaped ass against the soft white bedding. His hand was slow, gentle as it ever so carefully traced his fingertips against her lower back. The sight of her body before him, reacting to his touch with a soft quiver made him smirk. In so many ways she was special to him. There were few people and things in the world that made his heart rate increase like she did. Something about her excited him, her mere presence intoxicating.

"I heard you saved my possessions." Mikhail finally said, breaking the silence between them with his soft, tired voice.

The sound of his voice and words caused her to turn her head towards him. Happiness gleamed in her eyes at the sound of him. "Yes. I grabbed them and put them in my room." She answered. "I didn't know when I would see you, and if you went back into the house for them, they had to be important to you."

Mikhail smiled at her words. "You have no idea." He commented as his hand slowly stroked the side of her face. "Bring them to me. I have something I want to show you."

Once again Angelique couldn't help but to smile. He seemed so much happier since the time she had first saw him after the surgery on his arm. Almost all of her worries were flushed from her mind, knowing that the better Mikhail felt and seemed, the quicker he would be back to his feet. Slowly he was coming back to her. Just being around him made her feel happy and a little easier, knowing no one could harm her while she was with him.

Reaching up, she gently kissed his chest, shooting him a soft smile before she slowly climbed out of the bed and wrapped herself within the warm robe.

As she walked back to her room after closing his bedroom door, it felt as if the weight of the world was lifted from her shoulders. She smiled softly as she pulled the robe tightly around her body, knowing that things were better. Mikhail was awake, lucid enough in his recovery that she felt safe with him. With him alive and recovering, that feeling of safety was once again wrapping her up.

But there was one thing Angelique did not know, nor did she fully count on.

Dmitri was not the kind of man that would just sit back and let things go back to the way they once were. He had risked too much, sacrificed so much, to be put in a position of power. And now, this little bitch of a slave was ruining his plans. Where others would have simply given up, seeing how many times they had failed and taking the hint to just ease back to the drawing board, Dmitri was not one of those men. He wanted the power. He would not sit idly by and wait for a time down the long, winding road called Time. It was so close, oh so close within reach. Now was not a time to retreat back to the darkness where he was just another man in Mikhail's inner circle. It was a time of revolution, a time to reach up and take what he wanted.

His thirst for power had not abated since his last run in with the Boss's slave. Angelique. She was Mikhail's status personified. All too well he knew the little bitch was Mikhail's greatest possession. His cherished slave, a symbol of his power and resources... Dmitri wanted her. He wanted to show the stupid little whore she was in his mind just how a real man treated a slave. She had come so close to ruining everything. His plans, his once-perfect plans, were in shambles because of her, and Dmitri wanted so very much to treat the bitch a lesson.

Fortunately for Dmitri, he did not have to wait long at all. He had been growing more impatient by the day since she had disappeared into Mikhail's bedroom, finding sanctuary there rather than doing what he had told her to do. She was the last obstacle in his way, the last thing keeping Mikhail from destroying himself. He was determined to bring about her demise within his heart. All too well he knew what would happen if Mikhail found out what had happened about his dear friend Nikolai from Angelique. Emotions would get the best of him.

As Angelique entered her bedroom, Dmitri was not far behind her. From the room across the hall from hers, he slowly stood up, his hand firmly holding the black handgun in his hand. In a few mere seconds he crossed the hall, entering her room with an anger and frustration that had been building up for days.

The sound of the door being slammed shut startled Angelique out of her happiness. Quickly she turned towards the door, her eyes wide at the fearful and intimidating sight of Dmitri. She had no time at all to react to the physical threat that he was. Instinct alone told her to scream, but it was too late. Her small frame and build was no match for the sheer physical dominance that Dmitri exerted upon her. She was powerless to stop him as his large hand clasped tightly over her mouth, the other spinning her around with her back pressed against his body.

Fruitlessly she struggled against him. Like ice water the fear within her coursed through her body, knowing all too well she was helpless. There truly was no way out of his arms as she screamed into his hand, her body writhing without success within his grasp.

"Did you think I was going to forget about you, you fucking whore?" He bitterly spat out at her, his breath hot against the soft flesh of her face. "Did you forget about your little task I told you to perform?"

Tears ran down her face as she fearfully shook her head no. Little task... It was by far no little task at all, and something that was dominating Angelique's mind for the past days. How could she tell Mikhail what had happened to Nikolai? How could she break the news to him that his friend had died? Nikolai was someone Mikhail never quite talked about to her, but Angelique knew the two of them were close. She had seen it between the two of them, a bond and demeanor that only close friends shared. And now Dmitri wanted her to break the news to him that his friend was dead. Already he was in such a delicate state. How would he react?

Dmitri's hand tightened its grip upon her face, pushing her body firmly against his as his free hand reached for the waistband of his pants. She had no idea what he was doing, but soon it was clear. The cold metal of the Glock against her body sent a shiver down her spine as he caressed it against her stomach. Her body trembled as he held the weapon of death against her, tormenting her even more like the sickening sadistic bastard he was.

"I could kill you so easily right here..." He threatened, the barrel of the gun slowly traveling further down her body and soon found her feminine entrance. Panic breaths rushed through her nostrils as he eyes widened, fearful as she cried freely in fear.

Over and over he continued to press the steel of the gun against her silken lips. Her body's natural reaction was beginning to take shape, her wetness building from the sheer touch of the object against her sensitive sex. Silently she cursed herself with shame and hate for her body's natural reaction, feeling no control at all. Death felt closer, felt it against the weapon pressed against her.

Softly Dmitri sighed, shaking his head in frustration as he continued to threaten her with the gun. Dmitri knew he couldn't take too long. Too long and suspicions would be raised, not exactly what he wanted when there was too much left to do. "He's expecting you. There are so many things I want to do to you right now. Soon he won't be in the way anymore..."

Roughly he pushed her away, letting her fall to the floor before him. A look of disgust filled his face as he placed the gun back into the waistband of his pants. There truly were too many things he wanted to do with her there and then. Dmitri yearned to punish and beat her for all that she had caused him, all of the mistakes that were made because of her in his grand plan. It was all almost ruined, all because of her. And now she delayed it even more with her stubbornness to not tell him. It would have been so easy to burst into the bedroom and kill Mikhail there and then, putting himself upon the throne of the large criminal empire, but no. Mikhail had to suffer. Mikhail deserved to suffer.

"Two hours." He threatened, his voice exasperated as his mind reminded himself he couldn't keep her long at all. "You got two fucking hours before I take matters into my own hands and blow his fucking brains out."

As he stormed out of the room, closing the door behind him, Angelique couldn't help but to lose her emotions. Upon the floor she wept and cried, her body still trembling with fear. It was close, oh so close. In such a short time she had come so close to death too many times. From seeing and stepping over the dead corpses that littered the halls of the once grand mansion, to the gun shots that ripped through the windows of the car, and then and there with the gun violating her body at the hand of a crazed psychopath.

Her arms shook with the lingering fear as she slowly rose to her feet. 'Be brave.' She thought to herself. She had to be brave. The only thing Angelique wanted more in the world was to run to Mikhail, to tell him everything. He needed to know, he had to know. But deep down, she knew she couldn't. Mikhail was still weak. Even she could see that in the way he looked in the bed. Despite his slowly getting better, he was in no condition to move and strike. Dmitri would strike. There was no doubt about that in her mind. He was brash, unpredictable, and completely deranged. At that moment, she was the only thing keeping him alive, the only thread holding Dmitri back. As long as she kept behaved in Dmitri's eyes, Mikhail would be safe. All she needed to do was to hold on, to be strong until he was back to strength.

Deep breaths came from her lips as she steadied her beating heart and rampant emotions. She told herself to breathe, to calm down as she tied the robe tightly around her body. It pained her so much to know what she had to do. As she walked down the hallway after grabbing the few possessions from the table in her room, it felt like an eternity until she reached the door. The hallway felt longer, closing up as she went along. Just breathe, she told herself, just breathe.

Her hand trembled as she slowly pressed the door open, and almost immediately she felt her heart sink at the sight of Mikhail there. For so long she had been able to push the thought and dread of telling him out of her mind. In some way she had hoped that someone else would tell him, sparing her from the situation. Before all of this, when she was still new in his life, she would have liked nothing more than to hurt him, whether by words or her own physical actions. But then, then she didn't want to hurt him. Mikhail had saved her life twice, from the other slave buyers who wouldn't want such a risky kidnapped girl in their bed after one night, to the assassins when he armed her and forced her into hiding. She knew he could have left her there to die under the bed, but no. He had come back for her, come back to save her and take her away from danger. She had owed him so much, come to actually like and love the man, but then and there she had to tell him. It was life or death.