Mafia Love Slaves

Mafia Love Slaves

By

Kenneth Rooks

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Published by

Kenneth Rooks at Smashwords

Mafia Love Slaves

Copyright © 2018 Kenneth Rooks

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PG Rated

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CHAPTER 1

Big Alberto Monzario brushed the hair back from his eyes as he climbed from the backseat of his shiny black limousine, and walked in through the front door of the expensive high end jewelery store. Once inside, he glanced around for a moment before walking over to a well-dressed middle-aged man with thinning red hair, who was sitting at a desk behind one of the counters examining some gemstones through a jeweler's loupe. When Al cleared his throat attracting the store manager's attention, the man smiled and quickly climbed to his feet hurring towards the sparkling clean glass counter to greet the well dressed man.

Good day, Mr. Monzario, it’s nice to see you again, sir. Is there anything in particular we can help you with today?

Yes, as a matter of fact, there is, Mr. Conway, he replied, I'm looking for something special for my mother's birthday. I'd like to take a look at your emerald cut diamonds. Perhaps there's something that I could have you set into a ring or necklace. I'm thinking that white gold just might be the thing for what I have in mind.

I think that would be an excellent choice, sir, let me get one of our sales associates.

There weren't any other people in the store except two extremely attractive female employees standing about a dozen feet away. They were both pretending to be engaged in a conversation with each other, while observing the customer out of the corners of their eyes, much like vultures watching a fat bunny rabbit playing in the grass. Each girl hoped that she would be the one chosen by the manager to handle the sale so that she could get a big juicy commission added to her weekly paycheck.

Miss Hensley, would you step over here for a moment, I would like to introduce you to Mr. Monzario, said the store manager.

Of course, Mr. Conway, smiled the beautiful young blonde salesgirl, standing near an equally attractive brunette.

Mr. Monzario is looking for something special for his mother, would you escort him into the vault area and show him our inventory of emerald cuts.

I would be pleased to, sir, she beamed, then turning, said, Would you accompany me please.

As Annabella led him back to where the gems were stored, she asked, Was there anything in particular that you had in mind, Mr. Monzario?

"Yes, I'm looking for a two to three carat emerald cut stone with a color grade of at least K."

The young blonde tried to hide her disappointment. She was working on commission and the well-dressed man was not going to spend as much as she had hoped, but five to ten thousand dollars was nothing to sneeze at. Well, at least it was early in the day and there was still plenty of time to roll up some good sales.

As they walked towards the back of the store, Al glanced back at the other salesgirl and noticed the disappointment on her face. Both of the young females were equally as pretty in their own way and he considered the possibility of using the brunette during his next visit. Each of the beautiful young females looked like fashion models. They were dressed in designer dresses and wearing flashy jewelry provided by the store. This was done to add sex appeal and lure wealthy male clientèle into spending large sums of money.

When the wealthy customer and salesgirl arrived at the vault, she placed her chin in a special wall-mounted security device which then did an optical scan of her retina. Annabella then said her name so that the device's programming could compare her voice to the one that was on file inside the small computer chip. After that she was required to input her personal pin code using a square keypad located on the surface of the device. After all three of these security measures had been successfully completed, there was a soft click, and the heavy six-foot tall steel door began retracting back into the thick metal door-frame.

The young sales girl then invited her customer inside the highly secure gem storage area, before pushing another button causing the interior to light up and the door to re-close. When Annabella head a loud click and the sound of gears meshing together, she knew that the vault was now sealed and the only way out was to repeat the same process using a similar security device mounted on the interior wall. While the idea of being trapped inside a confined area with a strange man caused her some anxiety, she was comforted by the fact that there were several security cameras mounted around the vault, so that their every move could be observed.

The interior of the gem room had shiny metal walls and measured exactly ten by twelve feet with metal lock boxes covering the two side walls. Located in the center area was a brown highly polished wooden table with a couple of binocular microscopes. In addition, there were four jeweler's lopes positioned on top of two white satin pads. These were there to allow customers to examine the quality of the merchandise before deciding if it meet their expectations. This was generally not a problem since the upscale jewelry store only carried the best gems and diamonds that were available.

When Annabella walked around one side of the table, and turned, she was startled to find the man standing just behind her. He smiled at her for a second and then she noticed his eyes drop down and stare intently at her breast. The obvious way in which he glared caused her face to redden as she coughed nervously, and then quickly stepped away to cover her discomfort. Walking over to one of the lock boxes, she opened it an took out one of the twelve by twenty-four inch black velvet stone display cases including a large manila envelope. When Annabella turned back around, she was relieved to see that he had taken a seat at the table, and she went around taking a position directly opposite to him.

The young blonde then gently sat the stones down on the table in front of him, and said, These are our two to five carat emerald cuts in the grade that you requested. I'm sure that you will find something here that will please you mother.

When Mr. Monzario picked up one of the stones and began examining it with one of the 10x loupes, she added, If you look at the girdle of the stone, you will notice that there is a laser imprinted identification number that's not visible to the naked eye. In addition, all of our stones have had their identifying characteristics plotted and we keep them permanently on file, just in case they are stolen. As you can see we offer only the best quality and services for our customers

Excellent, he replied, with a smile, "I would expect nothing less from a store with your reputation.

As the customer continued to inspect and browse through the diamonds, Annabella took a moment to study the man sitting across from her. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties with thick, well groomed black hair. However, despite his expensive suit and pleasant manner of speaking, he seemed rather greasy and uncouth to her. When the dusky, olive-skinned man would smile, it didn't come across as genuine, but somehow cold and calculating in a sinister sort of way. His whole demeanor sent a chill down her spine and she couldn't wait to finish the sale and get away from him as quickly as possible.

After a few more minutes, he held out a stone, and said, How much for this little beauty?

Annabella consulted the inventory sheet, before answering, Eleven thousand nine hundred and fifty.

Alberto glanced at the diamond for moment before glancing up to stare at her perky chest, You are very beautiful, have you ever considered modeling?

Annabella didn’t like discussing her personal life with this stranger, but smiled and said, I went out to California and tried that before coming here to Vegas. It just didn't work out the way I expected.

Why, if you don't mind me asking?

Well, if you must know, the men running the talent agencies all wanted more than I was willing to give, she replied, then tried to steer the conversation back to the sale, I'm sure you mother would love the beautiful stone that you've picked out. Why don't we go back up front and I'll write it up for you?

Yes, it is very nice, but before we do that, I think I’m going to need to make love to you first.

What-- she gasped, not believing her ears.

I said I want to make love to you first, he repeated, with a sinister grin.

Now, look here—you—you--, she stuttered, while attempting to climb to her feet.

However, before she could stand up, his hands quickly reached out and grabbed her tightly by the wrists. There was a brief struggle which knocked the display case off on to the hard concrete floor and it sent over a million dollars worth of diamonds cascading every which way. She could hear the sound of hundreds of tiny pings echoing throughout the vault causing a frightening situation to become even more troubling. As the young blonde stood there caught in his vice-like grip, she couldn't believe this was actually happening to her. When Annabella started to scream, he jerked her up onto the table on her back, and tightened one of his large hands around her small delicate throat.

As she lay there prone on the hard table struggling for breath, he gave her a hard stare, and said, Are you going to shut the hell up or am I going to have to hurt you?

Annabella couldn't speak, but managed to nod her head slightly despite the fact that his hand was clamped around her windpipe. When he lessened his grip, she felt a great sense of relief as she struggled to fill her lungs with air. After she made no further attempt to resist, he removed his hand from her throat and glared down at her with an evil grin.

You know as well as I do that this room is soundproof, he said, but, I have no intention of standing here listening to you yell your head off.

What are you going to do? she cried, tearfully.

I already told you once, smiled Al, I'm going to make love to you.

You--you'll never get away with it. Everything that happens in this room is being recorded.

Yes, I know, he laughed, The disk will make a nice addition to my collection.

"My God! You can't be serious. Mr. Conway is monitoring the security cameras and will be coming to help me any moment--after he calls the police. I warning you that if you don't let me go this instant, I'm going to have you arrested for attempted rape."

Do you think you're the first little piece I've brought in here and ravaged, you stupid girl? he sneered, in a contemptuous tone.

That's not possible, she replied, disbelievingly, There's no way that you can just walk in off the street and rape anyone you like without suffering the consequences for it.

You don't know who I am, do you?

Of course I do, your name is Mr. Monzario.

Yes, but do you know anything else about me? he asked.

When she didn't reply, Al said, It might interest you to know that I am the head man for the mafia here in Vegas. I oversee the operations of the Silver Swan Casino and several other of its businesses including this jewelry store. Mr. Conway is an employee of mine, so you can forget the idea that he's going to be coming to your aid any time soon.

You're lying, responded Annabella, but, even if it's true, I'll go to the police if you don’t let me go.

I've heard that same threat from every girl I've brought in here, but most have had the good sense to just pull up their panties and go back home after I finished with them. However, there's been three or four that tried to cause me trouble and I was forced to deal rather harshly with them. There's several thousand acres of barren waste lands around Vegas, so if you don't want to find yourself being buried alive out in the desert, you better start cooperating, sweet cheeks. After I get done with you, you can collect your commission and go home, but I wouldn't hang around this town for very long, or it’s going to get very unhealthy for you rather quickly.

Al then reached out and jerked the expensive dress down exposing her majestically beautiful mounds. The young blonde gasped in surprise when he began to knead her pink-crested feminine mounds and tried to stop him. When he glared down at her and she continued to interfere with his efforts, he tore himself from her grasp and placed his hand roughly around her throat again.

I'm not warning you again, darling, threatened Al, before slapping her hard across the face, I'm going to make love to you one way or another. Whether that’s dead or alive is up to you, and if you think I won't snap your neck, just try me. It might interest you to know that I have done that before, too.

The man's cold hard words struck Annabella like a hard fist punch to the stomach. The tone of his voice and the harsh expression on his face left little doubt that he was very serious. When he again began to knead her chest, she just lay there in shock and total surrender, not knowing what else to do. Even when the mobster stuck his hand up Annabella's skirt and touched her there, she didn't react other than tremble in fear, as he rubbed her previously untouched feminine flesh. After a couple of minutes, she saw her molester unzip his trousers.

When he began pulling Annabella’s head down towards his midsection, she cried out, pleading, "Please, no! I can’t----don't make me do that."

What's the matter, darling, haven't you ever done it before? he asked, and then when