6. Year Fourteen

Doxy

Time is a meaningless commodity in my life, nothing changes here except for the amount of cocks that force themselves inside me each day. Unlike before when I was chained to the table and raped repeatedly, I'm a good whore now. I can walk freely around the house so long as I keep my head down and obey everything the Master tells me. For fourteen years I have busted my ass to gain the trust that I have. I never complain when the Master and his men fuck me, I take it. I know what each of them likes, some like it when I fight, others like it when I scream but Ron is the worst. Master only allows him to do that once a month still since I kept getting infections from it.

At the sound of the front door opening I quickly shuffle to the edge of the table. I spit on my hand and rub my pussy before I bend over. If the Master has been away for a long trip he needs to be relieved as soon as he walks through the door. I fight the shudder of disgust that rolls through me at the sight of others walking in behind him. They all stare at me. Master says nothing as the men claim their seats and begin to speak in hushed tones. I feel him behind me and wait. I hear his belt and then his zipper before I feel the tip of his cock pressing at my entrance, he groans thinking I'm wet for him. I've learned ways to make this bearable like spitting rather than it feeling like a cactus.

I whimper when he slams inside me. "See this, this is my fucking whore," Master calls out as he thrusts inside me. "Look at the sight of her, waiting and willing to take any cock like a good fucking bitch. I trained the cunt well." He grunts out as he continues to pump inside twice more before coming. He never lasts long and I am always grateful for it. Once he pulls out I stand and ready myself to leave but he grips the back of my head and slams my face down on the table. I cry out and regret making a sound instantly when I hear his dark chuckle. "You know the rules, Doxy. You made a sound so now they all get to take turns instead of just me." Slamming my eyes closed I will my tears not to fall, if he sees me cry it will be worse.

I force my mind to go blank as I hear them all leap out of their chairs, barely registering them raping me until one of them shoves his cock inside my ass without any lube. I bite down so hard on my lip I bite through it, tasting my own blood. Tears gather in the corners of my eyes but I swallow my cries and think of something, anything to distract me from this fucking pain.

Soon, you will get your chance for revenge! Hold on, you can take all these fuckers out and then you can finally go after those fuckers in Canada! They will all pay for their part in this fucking nightmare I have lived in for fourteen fucking years.

"Karl?" someone shouts, and the guy behind me stills as a man I have never seen enters the room. He takes one look at me and pales. "What the fuck is this?" he roars, the guy with his cock in my ass laughs.

"This is called—" He doesn't get a chance to finish before the man pulls a gun, fires a single shot and his cock rips out of me as his body drops to the floor. I hear someone come up behind me and fight the urge to gag, his buddy just got shot but that doesn't put him off? These cunts are all fucking sick! Every single fucking one of them!

"You lay a single fucking finger on her and you'll join your friend." The menace in his tone is clear. I've never heard anyone speak like this to Master or his men. I begin to worry how I will be treated if he continues to anger them. Whenever they are angry they take it out on me.

"What the fuck do you want, Trevante?" Master snaps. The man keeps his gaze on me as he speaks. It's unnerving to have him looking at me, he doesn't see me as a hole to fuck like the others, he sees me as a… person.

"The Americans have aligned themselves with the Canadians and now the Greeks. They even have the fucking Russians and you can't even get Ian back on your side?" My eyes widen at the way he speaks to the Master. I have never heard anyone speak to him like that before.

"Watch your fucking tone boy?—"

"The Re Della Strada are going to come for you now that Ian isn't backing you and is putting his hat in the ring with the Greeks. You're on your own!" the man shouts.

"That little cunt Knox won't do shit to me," Master snarls smugly. Hearing his name has deep-seated hatred rearing inside me. I'll have my vengeance against him one day soon, I fucking swear it. They will all pay for the fucking injustice I have suffered for over a decade, for the losses I have had to go through.

"How the fuck can you be so sure?" the man snaps angrily.

I feel Master lay a hand on my bare back and remain still, fighting not to flinch away from his touch. "Because eight years ago, Gio managed to drive a wedge between him and his best friend. Alexander Grayson is gone and no one has seen him since." This is news to me, I had no idea they weren't together anymore. What happened? "And I have a golden ticket that ensures I break him worse than the loss of his best friend."

"And what exactly is that, Dad?" My mouth parts in a silent gasp, the Master is his… father. Any hope I had of this man helping me flees and I'm back to feeling despair and praying for the fucking Devil to come snatch me and take me to hell. I would gladly trade him my soul if it means I get to escape this hell that I am living in now.

"I have her," he says, patting my back. "She has been my hidden gem for years, knowing that when the time came for that little prick to try and come for me, I could finally shove it in his face and show him I won the war years ago." The smug tone of the Master's voice has the man studying me intently for a moment.

"Who is she?" he asks quietly but never takes his gaze off me. The intensity with which he looks at me is unnerving and makes me feel uneasy.

"She only responds to Doxy."

The man's face contorts in disgust. "You call her an abbreviation of the word slut?" I slam my eyes closed and fight off the wave of shame.

"Before I named her Doxy, she was known as Waverly Bronson. Meet Knox's twin sister that he thought drowned fourteen years ago, Son." Trevante's eyes widen a fraction as he looks from Master to me. Call me crazy but I can see the hatred he feels toward my Master in the depths of his gray eyes. He shakes his head and runs a hand through his brown hair in clear frustration. Me being naked hasn't bothered me since I first arrived here years ago but now, under the scrutiny of this stranger's gaze, I feel exposed in more ways than I care to admit.

"You stole the sibling of the Don of the Re Della Strada?" he shouts. I don't react to his booming voice, I'm used to being shouted at, fuck I don't even flinch when one of them raises a hand to me anymore. Being fucked isn't even a big deal, it's just normal to me. "The moment he figures out what the fuck you have done, you and all of these pieces of shit are dead." My eyes roll back into my head as pleasure courses through me at the thought of all of them dead at my feet. I want to cut them open just to see their insides. I want to bathe in their blood and sip wine in a bathtub full of their intestines.

"The prick can try but she won't leave me, in eight years she has never tried to escape even though she has had ample opportunity." I want to scoff, the only reason I haven't taken those chances is because I knew they were a setup, he was testing me to see if he could trust me with my freedom around the house. I'm allowed into his office to help him with his business stuff. He thinks I'm stupid and absorb nothing from those times but he's wrong, I have spent the past eight years learning, listening, and watching. The next time an opportunity arises to flee, I'm taking it because I have everything I need to end all of these sadistic fucks before going after the Re Della Strada and killing my brother and all his men.

"You stupid fucking fool, you have no one to back you. No one to come to your aid, you let him get under your skin. While you have been fucking a girl young enough to be your daughter, Knox was forging connections and solidifying his place among the heads of the families. If you try to go after him, they will come to his aid and take you out." The Master makes a growling sound in his chest, I recognize that sound all too well, he's angry.

"Watch your fucking mouth, boy. I can create another one of you in a second," Master snarls, Trevante just quirks a brow and crosses his arms over his chest.

"You've been trying that for twenty years with your whores, how's that working out for you, Dad?" This is news to me. I knew he had daughters but I never knew he had fathered a son. I've seen those cruel little bitches numerous times and each time they have scoffed at the sight of me and mocked me, never once offering their help, so they will die alongside their father.

"Get the fuck out, boy?—"

Trevante must have a death wish because he cuts my Master off. "Not happening, the heads of the distros and grandpa are coming." I see Master tense out of the corner of my eye.

"Fine, have the car ready, we'll leave in ten?—"

Again, he cuts the Master off. "They're coming here so I suggest you scurry off and start sorting shit while I handle dressing… her." I flick my gaze up to meet his, I haven't looked anyone in the eye for over a decade, the feeling of making eye contact is thrilling but it's the cunning look in his eyes that has me tensing, Trevante has ulterior motives.

"No, she obeys me and me alone. She will remain in her room and not be seen." His word is final, without so much as a second glance at anyone I briskly exit and head straight for my room, slightly grateful that I won't have to persevere with them pawing at me tonight. The moment I enter my room, I close the door silently and retreat to my corner, kneeling on the hard floor with my hands flat against the top of my thighs and my head bowed.

Nerves thrum through me, I hate the anticipation of not knowing what is coming. It's worse when you're left waiting and wondering because your mind conjures situations that have your blood pumping. The sick and deranged fucks love leaving me on edge wondering what they have cooked up, it's the nights like tonight that make me crazy and wanting to take a blade to my throat. I would have rather they all take their turns as they walked in, that's normal, that's what I'm accustomed to happening.