The Don's Reluctant Obsession: Chapters 1–5

"Show us what you've got, Vincent! " I shouted at my incredibly attractive boyfriend who was about to show more skin. He decided to crash my friend's bridal shower, and now he's facing the consequences. However, the cheeky grin on his face suggests he's getting a kick out of this.

My hazel eyes darkened as I bit my lip. Wow! He is incredibly hot and undeniably mine. Vincent stands nearly six feet tall, with a body packed with muscles. He's not overly bulky, but definitely fit, sporting a nice six-pack. With a swift motion, he tore his shirt off and tossed it in the air.

"Is this what you like, baby? " he teased, continuing his Magic Mike routine alongside three other "cops" who were also stripping.

"Hmm, you could use some oil, baby. " I tossed him a small bottle shaped like a penis, and he chuckled.

"Seriously? " His eyes sparkled with amusement at the bottle's shape. Then his gaze locked onto mine, and it felt like everyone else vanished from the room. That was how it was with Vincent. Time seemed to freeze, and nobody existed when I was captivated by his beautiful blue eyes. He casually walked over to me while unbuckling his belt. Standing right above me, firmly seated in a chair, he slid down his pants, knelt at my feet, and handed me the bottle. "Could you do me a favor? I need to be nicely oiled up for my girlfriend. "

"Well, I'm more than happy to help another woman out. " I took the bottle, squeezing it to release some liquid. Rubbing my hands together to warm it up, I couldn't help but admire this handsome man's body. I let my hands glide over his defined chest, down his taut abdomen, and teasingly lingered near his boxers.

"Do you think your girlfriend would be okay with this amount, or do you need more? " I said in a sultry tone that carried above the upbeat dance music and the women shouting for the "cops" to "strip. "

"I believe she'd prefer my entire body. " His voice was deep, filled with desire as he glanced at his package. Suddenly, I burst out laughing, noticing the sizable bulge in his boxers. What were we doing? "Wow! I've never gotten such a strong reaction from a woman before. "

He pretended to be embarrassed, cupping himself. "Please, you know you're unbelievably sexy, but I don't need all my friends to witness every inch of you. Get dressed, weirdo, and take me to bed. " With a grin, he stood up, aligning his impressive bulge near my face. His fingers danced over his boxers, hinting at what I desperately wanted.

"Shouldn't I get undressed first, then take you to bed? " All I could do was bite my lip, gazing at this stunning man. I quickly got up and pulled him in for a kiss. Instantly, his hands were running down my back, drawing my body closer to him. The fabric of my snug blue dress was thin, and I knew he could feel my hard nipples pressing against him. This man drove me wild. "Let's get out of here," he whispered against my lips.

"Wouldn't your girlfriend mind? " I teased. He plunged his tongue into my mouth with a growl. He enjoyed my playful banter just as I loved his relaxed demeanor. His hands found my backside, squeezing it tightly, and I couldn't help but moan, not caring who heard me. He lifted me up, and my legs wrapped around him. I desperately wanted him right then. Would it be wrong to sneak away to the bathroom? I had never been intimate in a public place before, but this man had my thoughts spiraling, erasing any sense of decency I had left. "God, I want you," he groaned before diving back in for another kiss.

"Then take me, baby. I'm all yours. " He hesitated for a moment, then pulled back. I found myself perched on the bar top, still in his embrace. The intensity in his gaze left me uncertain about what he was thinking. "You belong to me! " he declared with such authority that I knew despite my earlier declaration, he wouldn't have it any other way. His hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing lightly over my lips.

"Vincent? Are you going to take me home? " I asked shyly, caught in his deep stare.

"Absolutely! " He leaned in again, kissing me slowly. Our lips moved in harmony, and our tongues danced a sensual waltz, savoring the feelings we were sharing at that moment. Oh no! I'm falling for this man. This wasn't supposed to happen. We were just having fun between exams and midterms. How did we get to this point, sharing a kiss as if no one else existed?

"No more games! " a loud, commanding voice interrupted. Six tall men in black suits entered the room. The music halted, and everyone froze. Behind Vincent stood an older man with light brown hair and dark eyes. His presence radiated power, dominating everything around him. My eyes shifted to the imposing figure next to him—a ruggedly handsome man with a sculpted face, icy blue eyes, and thin red lips. He was stunning yet utterly intimidating. Whoever these men were, they were not to be trifled with.

I squeezed my nails into his shoulder and muttered, "Vincent!" I was absolutely terrified. He gave me a look I had never seen before while carefully taking my hand away from me.

Those eyes radiated pure hatred. I was baffled as to how someone could become so gloomy so quickly after being so nice and cheerful, so my eyebrows furrowed. What transpired? As he turned around in just his boxers, the older guy absorbed Vincent.

"I allowed you to come here to learn, boy, and you have the nerve to sneak out of a family gathering to play stripper for your little whore?" I immediately glanced behind me when the man pointed at me. My jaw fell. Wait! Did he just refer to me as a whore?

"Who the fuck are calling a w. .." Vincent's hand slammed over my lips before I could finish.

"Don't speak!" he commanded in a voice I had never heard from those lips before. I had the urge to hit him, but I was still paralyzed with terror. He faced these men to speak to them.

"Leave! I'm right behind you," Vincent ordered, and my heart raced. The older man's eyes darkened even more as he asked, "Are you telling me what to do? " There were death stares everywhere, and I swear they were about to shoot one another.

"Don't make me say it again," Vincent commanded, and this time everyone complied. I didn't like how his whole demeanor shifted to that of a ruthless despot. This wasn't my Vincent. "Not smart, Cuz."

"I don't care, Caelum," said the attractive guy who was walking beside the older man. Vincent responded with a frigid stare.

"Take it easy!" He's an old dinosaur who hasn't had a decent fuck in ages.

"Caelum, I think his cousin," gave him a sly grin that made me consider they might murder the old man.

"I don't doubt you would enjoy that, Caelum." If you want, we may teach him his place. Bring my men back to my house. I'll be following you men closely," he commanded. My men? That was odd. Why were they his troops? What made them his men? This made no sense at all. When everyone had gone, Vincent gave me that playful grin once again.

"Am I bipolar?" he wondered as he saw the dread in my eyes. "I'm so confused," I could only say. His hand covered my cheek, and his eyes were full of affection.

"I'm sorry, baby. " Two minutes ago, I didn't know who he was. They were gentle and nice. "I need to leave. Would you let Isaac and Manuel drive you home?"

"What? Why?" I didn't need to leave. My friend's bridal shower took place in this room. I admit that I wasn't particularly close to her. I still didn't have to go. "I dislike leaving you alone, particularly with naked men dancing around.

"Can you just listen, and I'll explain more tonight?" he begged me with his eyes. I glanced around the room and saw that everyone was still motionless, staring at us. In any case, I had the impression that I was no longer welcome in this place.

"Okay!" I said quietly, but the anger was obvious on my face. "Hey, you're my girl. Don't pout. " He leaned his lips close to my ear. "I'll make it up to you when I climb in your bed tonight. I promise, baby." I couldn't help but smile a bit. He always knew how to bring me the utmost happiness when we were in bed together. I teased him by saying,

"We see how good you say sorry, and maybe I will allow you some pleasure too," as I kissed his lips. I kissed him as he smiled, then I gave his lower lip a bite.

"Fuck, baby! I need to go." His huge hands grabbed my hips and then pulled away.

"Don't be modest now, babe; we both know you are a wild one." He teased, making me smack his chest.

"What is wrong with you?" I laughed with an even deeper blush. I can't believe he just said that.

Our sex life was definitely more than I had ever experienced with anyone else before. He was gentle but dominating, and he had no shame in devouring every part of me. Vincent definitely woke up a part of me that I didn't know existed.

He was never rough or called me anything but sweet pet names, though. My mind sometimes wandered into being a little more submissive or role-playing in some crazy fantasy. I mostly blamed porn for that. It was not realistic, yet it made me curious.

Franco nodded to a man next to Vincent, then left. My eyes drifted back to Vincent, then moved slowly to the large presence in the room. Why was this man so scary-looking, and why was I afraid of him?

"This is my cousin, Caelum. We have a meeting soon, so I hope it's okay if he joins us for dinner." Vincent guided me to sit. I took a hard gulp, looking back into that man's eyes. They were so intense I felt a chill run through my body. Did he kill people for fun? He definitely had that serial killer look down perfectly.

"It's nice to meet you, Caelum." Once his name left my lips, his eyes looked over me, and then his jaw was visibly clenched. Was I not supposed to address him by his name?

He just nodded to me and then called over a waiter to order some drinks. Drinks for him and Vincent, not even bothering to ask if I wanted anything. That wasn't rude at all!

"How was your exam today?" Vincent asked, grabbing my hand to get my attention back on him. I'm sure he could sense my disapproval of his cousin.

"It was easy!"

"Easy? 60% of kids fail that class because of that exam."

"Well, I had an amazing study partner." I gave him a sexy smile. He came over a lot to study, but that was not what actually happened.

His gaze was as filled with lust as mine, and he laughed. "I adore researching this body," he said, giving my thigh a squeeze.

"Vincent! " I gently chided, nibbling on my lower lip. This guy was utterly shameless, particularly in my presence.

Before he could divert me further, I said, "You promised an explanation last night." I thought I explained myself very, very well last night.

" He winked at me and then addressed the waiter to order me a drink and all of our food. My food had never been ordered by him before. Fortunately, he chose my favorite dish from the menu, so I didn't disagree. I crossed my arms in disapproval and said,

"You didn't explain anything and since when do you order for me? " Perhaps I was a bit upset about it. With utter disdain, Caelum exclaimed, "Are you serious about this woman?" His eyes became even darker for some reason. He disliked me and the fact that I was dating Vincent.

What was everyone's issue? I cowered beneath his stern stare before turning to look back at Vincent. That guy is too much for me. If I talked to him, he would murder me before the day was over. "Are you in trouble?" I asked him.

"Impossible," he answered, grinning widely.

"In danger?"

"Always!" He raised his eyebrows at me as if it were a joke.

"Vincent, I'm telling the truth. This has turned into more than simply friends with benefits, even if we claimed there was no relationship. You strolled into that club last night as though you were on a mission to murder any guy who dared lay a finger on me.

It was only a strip club for a hen do. I wasn't even drinking. Then, with these huge, frightening guys, that man appeared and commanded everyone to halt. I said, "I may have slightly overreacted," as Caelum was one of those big, scary men. At home, bachelor parties are not conducted in this manner. You have nothing to worry about because the guys who came would never cause you any harm.

"I don't want to talk about this! Can we have our meal now?" His last statement was entirely commanding. I didn't think it was possible for the Vincent I knew to have that tone.

"No, we can't! You didn't provide me with any explanation. What did you anticipate a bachelorette party would be like? Vincent, this is the twenty-first century. We are not men's slaves. Remember women's rights! Vincent smiled at my outburst before whispering in my ear, "I know about women's rights." I also know that you belong to me! " He stared at me with such ownership in his eyes that it was a little frightening.

I believed that I belonged to him, but I never expected that it would imply that he was attempting to possess me. I shifted my gaze to Caelum after taking a big breath. As if he wanted my head to catch fire, his frigid blue eyes glared into it. I felt Vincent's hand brush my skin.

What the hell was his issue? "Baby, I apologized many times last night. I'd want to discuss my baby's day rather than my family, so can we move on from this now? I would never let anything happen to you; you are not in any danger. "I guarantee, okay?" He whispered to me, and his fingers gently made my flesh glow with delight. This is the Vincent I loved and longed for.

"Can you just tell me that everything is alright at home? I don't want to cause any problems or make drama for you." Was that man your father? Does he dislike you being with me? Should we end our relationship? "No!"

"No, what? No, he doesn't like it. "No, he isn't your father?"

"Stop!" he commanded, causing me to start.

"I don't like this, Vincent." I rose up abruptly.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"The bathroom, you asshole. Do I need permission now?" My eyes were ablaze with the way he was treating me. I also noticed the tiny grin on Caelum's face.

"No, I'm sorry. " He took a big gulp of his beverage and sat back down. I rolled my eyes and left the table. Vincent's family has not been to my liking thus far, and I am confident that they have not liked me either.

With a mixture of feelings, I made my way to the restroom. I had the urge to sob for no apparent reason. I never wept! I questioned, "What is going on?" as I gazed into the mirror at my hazel eyes. They were stunning and undoubtedly my best asset.

My light brown hair, which had natural red streaks that highlighted my light brown eyes with orange and green undertones, matched my complexion.

Everyone assumed I wore contacts. They were primarily my father's eyes with hazel and green, but the hint of red/orange came from my mother. Her dark brown eyes appeared to conceal a little flame behind them. I could only recall that much about them.

Their eyes, which treated me as though I were the center of their universe, and their gentle, caring tones. I missed it.

"You are very pretty." I was brought back to a very frightening reality by a big man with a strong Italian accent who said it behind me. His hand covered my mouth before I could scream. Why was he in the lady's room?

"I wouldn't attempt to combat me. I would like to give this body a beating, but in a very different manner." His voice sent shivers of terror down my spine. He was at least twice my size and wrapped my tiny frame in his.

I gave him a nod to show I wouldn't challenge him, and tears rolled down my face. "Good! I'm going to have fun training you to be my perfect little whore." His tongue flicked out of his mouth and licked up my neck as he tilted my head to the side with his hand.

"Mmm, I can't wait to taste you." He pulled me out of the restroom and down a dark corridor until we reached the back alleyway. I knew it was the car when I saw the open back door of the black SUV. There was no way for me to escape this. My captor squeezed me between another man of steroid size who was already in the back seat.

As both men moved their legs against mine, my body slightly trembled. Each man placed a hand on one of my thighs and softly rubbed it up and down.

"I see why Capo wanted to keep her. She's so damn little. Tiny, but with lovely breasts and buttocks. You are perfectly proportioned." While discussing all the methods they wanted to use my body, both guys kept groping me. As my body trembled continuously, I wept silently. I was terrified of what they might really do to me, so my thoughts were blank.

The vehicle finally came to a halt after what seemed like twenty minutes. The guy who pulled me from the toilet snatched my hair and dragged me out of the vehicle. The searing pain in my scalp caused me to yell out, but I did not scream. Yelling would just make matters worse. I simply obeyed my intuition because I somehow knew it to be accurate. I was approached by another person.

The manner in which all the guys bowed to him indicated that he was, in a way, their superior. Did I just enter a dark underworld of crime? "This little thing is what will bring the Capo to his knees?" The man started laughing, and soon everyone else followed suit.

Why was I here?, What in the world was a Capo? I didn't dare ask any queries.

"He will protect her," another man said as I stood there silently weeping in fear in my gorgeous red dress and black heels.

"He can try, but he will fail. After that, my son, you will be Capo.

"Tie her up," he commanded, and I was overcome by another wave of terror.

"And don't fucking touch her! " I let out a breath after the guy in charge gave the order to chain me up. "We must keep her untouched until they are all dead, at least they won't rape or beat me. Once they are gone, you are free to share her as you like. I might even have a few rounds with this little body myself. The old man seized my waist and thrust himself upon me. Their eyes were filled with horrible ideas, and they were all laughing around me.

As the guard dragged me to the chains, all I could do was wish that the person they were after would somehow live. I needed them to survive so that I could as well.

I was led into a big house. We headed directly to a very tidy basement that had a strong smell of bleach. There was an actual cell with chains attached to the walls. What kind of bizarre situation had I just stepped into? The man secured cuffs around my wrists and then my ankles. His hands moved over my body with low sounds, and I noticed the noticeable bulge in his trousers.

"Your boss ordered you not to touch me," I said feebly, but I was proud to still have a bit of courage.

"Not yet, little girl, but soon. Tomorrow you'll belong to me, and every man in this house will have a piece of you," he replied, leaving with a menacing laugh. How could this even be happening? I was facing the terrifying prospect of being assaulted by massive, steroid-infused men. I exhaled deeply.

For now, I was okay, and I couldn't allow myself to dwell on what awaited me tomorrow. I just hoped that whatever scheme these wicked men had planned would backfire on them. I eased myself down the wall and slipped off my heels, rubbing my sore feet from being pulled around. I glanced down at my bracelet and felt tears welling up. Vincent had given it to me just two months ago for my birthday.

He had asked me never to take it off, and I had kept that promise. He was likely very worried about me or thinking I had simply walked away from him. I couldn't believe that the last thing I said to the only person I ever felt connected to was calling him an asshole. I truly loved him, even though I didn't know him well. He made me feel cherished, wanted, and desired. We definitely needed to talk about his possessiveness, but ultimately, I still wanted him. A part of me enjoyed that he claimed me as his own and kept an eye on me.

Whenever I went out, if Vincent wasn't available, it was usually Manuel or Isaac who accompanied me, sometimes even Franco. They quickly became my friends. I shed more tears, thinking I might never see any of them again. Franco could be a jerk, but I'd miss him too. We loved to prank him for always being so serious. We were college students just trying to enjoy ourselves.

All of us had demanding majors. Vincent and Franco were working towards becoming lawyers, Manuel and Isaac were studying economics, and I was pursuing medicine.

Now, it felt like I would never achieve anything.

I couldn't pinpoint the exact time, but I realized it had nearly been a full day. Not a single soul had come to check on me. I hardly moved, and the churning in my stomach made it impossible to think about the hunger I felt.

All I could do was hope that I wouldn't be passed around like a toy among these men tonight. The stillness around me was driving me up the wall. I could hear the faintest sound of a pin falling. I wished none of those men would return, but I also didn't want to remain down here indefinitely.

Then it began. A few gunshots rang out, followed by screams. I lost track of how long it lasted until the basement door burst open. Though I could still hear the commotion above, my focus was locked on Vincent. He was stained with blood, swearing as he laid eyes on me.

He was talking to me, but I couldn't absorb anything. Why was he here? Was he looking for me? How did he discover my whereabouts? "Baby, are you okay? " he asked, his hand gently cradling my face. I nodded, tears streaming freely. I was too shocked to utter a word.

Suddenly, Vincent's phone rang, and he answered with one hand while keeping the other around me. "Caelum, I need you here. . . I don't care. . . there are more guys than I expected. " I wasn't certain of what was unfolding, but it was evident his cousin wasn't pleased with his attempt to save me. Did Caelum want me to stay down here? Perhaps he preferred to let the police handle things?

"Solenne, you need to go with Isaac and do everything he says," Vincent instructed softly. I nodded in agreement, still caught between my current reality and my shocked mental state. Isaac's hand gently pushed against my back, guiding me away from Vincent. I quickly grabbed onto his shirt.

"Where are you taking me? " I asked. "To resolve this. No one threatens my family. Go with Isaac! " His gaze darkened, and for a moment, he transformed into the person I wasn't fond of. Vincent definitely had a switch in personality.

He kissed my forehead before rushing upstairs. Isaac paused for a moment before guiding me after him. "Are you alright, Sol? Does anything hurt? " Isaac was taller than Vincent and even more muscular.

"I'm fine, but I hurt everywhere. " Looking into his deep brown eyes, I saw genuine concern for me.

"I don't know what's happening, Isaac, but I'm okay. Thank you! " I managed a weak smile as he led me out of the basement. I gasped in horror at the scene in front of me. Numerous men lay dead and mutilated on the once beautiful Italian marble floor. Who could have done this?

"Don't look, Sol! " Isaac pulled my head to his chest and continued moving me out of the room. As we reached the entrance, the front door burst open, and a swarm of men poured in, immediately opening fire. Isaac swiftly shielded me with his body and pushed us behind the wall. My body started trembling again.

"Isaac, what's going on? " I shouted. I was struggling to keep calm, but it felt like a war was happening all around me, and somehow I was caught in the chaos.

"Shhh, we have to keep you hidden," Isaac said, his voice strained. My gaze followed his body and noticed he had two bullet wounds that were bleeding.

"Oh no, Isaac, you've been shot. "

"I'm fine. Let's keep moving," he replied. Somehow, he stood up and lifted me. One of his arms wrapped around me while the other held a gun. Why did he have a gun? We managed to make it upstairs without being noticed, but I caught sight of the man I thought I loved, down in the chaos, brutally taking down one man after another. He was drenched in blood, his eyes reflecting a darkness I had never known could exist in someone.

"Isaac, we need to stop the bleeding. Find a bathroom," I urged, trying to apply pressure to his wounds as we walked. I couldn't process everything I had just seen; I needed to distract myself until this was over and we were safe. After that, I would deal with Vincent for getting me into this situation. I didn't know how, but I was certain this was all Vincent's doing.

"Over here! " He opened a door down the hall that led to a large master bedroom. As soon as we got into the bathroom, he locked the door and collapsed onto the floor.

"Damn it, Isaac. You're too heavy for me to carry. I need you to stay awake, okay? " I hurried through the cabinets and found some alcohol and bandages. I checked the wound on his shoulder and was relieved to see the bullet had gone straight through.

However, the bullet in his side didn't seem to have an exit point. He was burning up and drenched in sweat. He urgently needed a hospital. "Let's get you to the bed. We need to remove that bullet," I said as I helped him up, struggling to support his weight. We stumbled our way to the bed, and I quickly took off his shirt.