Diego
"Have you found out where the fuck my money went?" I growl, fixing a menacing glare at the small, tan man before me.
My money has been missing for a month now. Five million dollars is nothing to me, but if you allow something like that go unanswered, it sends the wrong message to our enemies. As the head of the family, I can't allow that to happen.
Brian adjusts his glasses nervously. "N-No, Mr. Reyes, not yet. He made sure it was untraceable," he stammers.
Leo leans back in his chair and yawns, throwing me an annoyed look. "We're never going to find it at this point, Diego. I'm almost positive he sent it to the Russians, but they refuse to meet with us. I don't believe that's just a coincidence."
"If they won't meet with us, we'll make sure they get a warning they won't miss. No one steals from me and gets away with it," I say through gritted teeth.
"Uh, how would you like to do that, Sir?" Brian asks.
"I want to know everything. Who they are, where they live, every single property they own. Then, we'll decide our next move."
He nods. "Of course, Sir. I'm on it."
Salvador, my consigliere, sighs. "Diego. I go on vacation for a few days and come back to hear you've taken two young women into your home. If you're about to start a war with the Russians, you'd better keep them close."
My vision immediately blurs with rage. There's no way I'd ever let them get their hands on Vanessa. It's been a long time since I've taken a woman for myself. She's mine!
"Don't worry, Sal, he's already got Danny on babysitting duty," Leo smirks, " you should see this one. She'll have Diego wrapped around her little finger by the end of the week."
My jaw clenches. He's wrong. I am in control, not her. Nor will she ever be.
Axel suddenly barges into the room, and just by the hardened look on his face, I can tell something is wrong. The man never strays from the bar, so it must be serious.
I lift a finger, halting the meeting momentarily, while Axel leans down to murmur in my ear, "Jefe, tu mascota se está portando mal (Boss, your pet is misbehaving)."
She's misbehaving?
Where the fuck did Danny go?
He quickly explains in Spanish how she asked him to call the police and she's waiting for him to return.
Leo, who's listening way too closely, barks out a laugh. "Tu puta necesita entrenamiento (your bitch needs training)." I shoot him a glare, promptly shutting him up.
I expected she'd find any opportunity to get out, but I didn't think she was foolish enough to ask one of my own men to betray me. Although, I should have expected it. Antonio is her father, and she learned from the best.
Leo's right, she needs more training and I'm about to give it to her.
"I'll be back," I grit out, rising from my seat and striding after Axel towards the bar.
When my feisty mama catches my gaze, the fear is prominent on her features. I march right up to her and snatch her up from the chair, sinking my fingers into the creamy flesh of her arm.
"I'm disappointed, Mama, but it's okay. After tonight, you'll never dare betray me again," I growl in her ear. She flinches but doesn't speak a word.
Danny comes from the direction of the bathroom. When he sees me, color drains from his face. He glares daggers at my pet, although this is his fuck up. He shouldn't have let her out of his sight, especially when she's still refusing to accept that I own her.
I begin dragging her towards the elevator, commanding Danny to follow. He gives a slow nod and joins us as we step inside. When the doors open on the second floor, I swiftly guide her to "the dungeon".
Danny's countenance remains impassive. He's bracing for his punishment for leaving her alone, and maybe I should, but I'll allow him one last shot to not fuck up again.
He's one of my most loyal men, someone I have known since childhood, and she is a crafty little mama. She waited for her moment and took it as soon as it came. Unfortunately for her, there's no way out of this. Even if she did manage to get to the police, they'd just hand her right back to me.
I guess I'll let her figure that out on her own. I'm sure she'll come up with another plan to escape soon. Unless, by some miracle, I can get her to submit to me completely.
I was looking forward to her first punishment, but the rage inside me is threatening to erupt like a fucking volcano. If I spank her right now, there will be marks. Maybe she deserves that for her betrayal, but there are other methods of discipline that will be just as effective in securing her obedience.
I hear Danny lock the door as I focus my attention on her. The fear on her face is delicious, I can already feel my pants growing tighter as my cock punches against the zipper.
I tower over her, fixing her with an icy glare. "Kneel."
"P-Please don't hurt-"
"On your fucking knees!" I bark, letting her know that I won't repeat myself.
The fear in her eyes is quickly replaced by rage as she lowers onto the plush carpet.
I circle around her, letting my mind run wild with ways I could punish her. "This is my fault, Mascota. I was trying to earn your respect when I should've demanded it," I admit, exhaling deeply.
I reach down and slowly pull down the zipper of her dress, heightening her sense of both fear and apprehension. The dress looks so sexy on her, but I need it off. I'm ready to see her beautiful, naked body.
Fuck. She's not wearing a bra, only a pair of black, lacy panties.
"Stand up." She slowly rises, and I slide her panties down her legs. Her pretty pussy is glistening with arousal. She may hate me, but her body calls for its owner.
I slide two digits between her lips, gathering her juices on my fingertips before sucking them into my mouth. "You're so sweet, Mascota," I groan.
Shame flushes her face as she averts her gaze, staring at my shoes. Left with only gold heels and her collar, I attach the leash to it. "W-What are you doing?" she whimpers.
"You will not speak again until your punishment is over," I say callously. "Kneel again."
Defiance fills her eyes as she glares up at me, but she does as she's told.
"Come, Mascota."
I order Danny to open the door and I tug on her leash. She obediently follows me outside where a few men are sitting on the couches in the hallway, impatiently awaiting their turn in the rooms. Their glances towards her are short and respectful, just enough to push her boundaries.
I don't mind other men looking at her, as long as they keep their fucking hands to themselves. I alone dictate who touches my pet.
I have a feeling that she enjoys being looked at and she certainly has the body to flaunt with her large breasts, wide hips, and plump, round ass. She simply needs to overcome her shame and be assured that there is nothing wrong with her desires.
I notice her hanging her head and halt. "Head up high, Mascota. Show everyone who you belong to," I growl.
I keep my expression impassive as I showcase her submission to the members of my club, but I'm so fucking hard, it hurts.
I sense her fury simmering beneath the surface, yet there's an unspoken agreement between us that she acknowledges the need for consequences following her betrayal.