Page 1 of Betrayal

Chapter One

KARA

I’ll admit, I liked the attention Damon Alessio gave me. Those dark lustful looks he gave made my panties wet. I had dreamt about the things I would want him to do to me. But there was nothing I could do about it in real life. He was just a fantasy to me. I was the daughter of mob boss Arturo Ricci. I was untouchable.

I was serving drinks while my father played cards. Everyone loved my father. He was easy to get along with as long as you didn’t piss him off. He doted on me in front of his colleagues and he’d shoot anyone that laid a hand on me.

But Damon, well, he was more powerful than my father. Younger but maybe a little older than me. Somehow, my father never noticed the way Damon looked at me. Like I was his prey. It was like he was ready for his last meal. Maybe he wanted to chew me up and spit me out. Maybe I would let him.

While the guys threw jabs at each other and joked, Damon was quiet. When he did speak, his voice was like velvet. Smooth and sexy.

The only problem was, my father never knew when to stop. He owed people money but always managed to get out of it. “Another round of drinks,” my father demanded while waiting on the cards to be dealt. I think Dad was a bit on the drunk side tonight.

Damon stood, buttoning his jacket. His stance alone exuded power. “I think that’s enough, Arturo. You owe me enough money as it is.”

“But…one more round. You know I’m good for it.” Dad didn’t meet Damon’s gaze. His eyes seemed to turn black.

“You’re only good for losing, Arturo. You have a choice. I kill you or take this pretty Dove here and she can repay your debt.” Damon grabbed me firmly by the wrist.

“Please don’t take my baby.” Dad said with a bit of slurring. “She’s my only daughter.”

Damon removed a gun from his waistband. “Then I suggest you get on your knees.”

My heart raced inside my chest. I thought it would burst and plop right at my feet.

“You’ll return her once the debt is paid?” Dad sadly questioned.

“I’ll return her when I see fit.”

What the hell? “Dad!” I whined. I did not like this one bit.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. But don’t worry, I’ll get you back.”

My father inched toward me, and I took a few steps back. The feel of betrayal washed over me and tears threatened to sting my cheeks. “I can’t believe you would do this to me!” I looked to Damon, his hand still holding my wrist. “Do I need to go pack some clothes?” I questioned through my gritted teeth.

“No. I have everything you need.”

I moved my free hand to wipe my tears. My father just betrayed me in the worst way. I couldn’t figure out why he didn’t just put a bullet in Damon’s head. Fucker was weak, that’s why. And if my father taught me anything, it was never to be weak.

I wasn’t weak.

“Just so you know, you and I will never happen,” I spat out with anger as we entered the back of Damon’s black car.

“Oh, Dove. You have so much to learn. And you and Iwillhappen.”

I was furious. “We will never happen, Damon.”

He chuckled. No, he outright laughed at me.

I scoffed and reached to slap him for laughing at me. He moved swiftly, grabbing my wrist and putting his other hand around my throat. “Never, ever call me Damon. It’s fucking Master to you.” He gritted. “You’re my fucking property now and you’ll do what I say.”

He squeezed my throat for a moment longer, then removed his hand. I closed my mouth, turning my head to look out the window, I realized Damon’s soul was as black as the sky. The city lights went out of view as we drove farther and farther out of the city. Damon’s hand was resting on my leg. I almost wanted to smack it away. But I wasn’t sure what he was capable of. Not yet, anyway.

A good fifteen minutes passed when his driver pulled through a huge black iron gate and drove into a circular driveway with a fountain in the middle. The sprawling estate came into view. Of course he would have a house this size. It was three times the size of the one I’d grown up in.

While the driver opened the door, Damon stepped out then turned to offer me a hand. The place in front of me was humongous. I couldn’t imagine how many rooms it must have had. Closing my eyes, I mentally put a cage around my heart. That was the one thing Damon would never have. Ever. When I opened my eyes back up, the front door was opened by an older woman. I could see in the light she had gray hair and piercing ice colored eyes.

“Master,” she greeted.

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