Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 10

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The dream becomes a nightmare.
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Part 10 of the 14 part series

Updated 10/29/2022
Created 03/26/2009
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(Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in getting this out, it's been a little bit of a rough and busy patch with finals and stuff like that. This is a short chapter, yes, but very crucial to the story. As with all my stories, all characters are eighteen years or older, and property of the writer.)

Fifteen minutes was all it took for Mikhail to finish cleaning up. The bathroom door slowly opened as he dried off his naked, wet body. Truth be told, he honestly did not expect Angelique to be waiting for him within his bed. It was honestly the last thing he was expecting. Once again, it showed she was breaking away, her resistant spirit virtually in ruins because of him. With a smile upon his face, Mikhail finished off drying his body before climbing into the bed with her. Not a word passed his lips as he climbed in beside her, and almost protectively draped his arm around her naked body.

By far, it truly was a very good birthday.

~~~~~

Outside, the peacefulness of the evening was in full effect. A light breeze had come in from the east, softly rustling the trees as the moonlight showered the grounds in pale moonlight. It was peaceful, serene, as if all was right with the world.

However, all was not right.

From the woods, a group of masked men emerged. Guns locked and loaded, they were considerably armed with a wide assortment of firepower and weaponry for whatever stood in their way. Their clothing was black, expressionless, allowing them to effortlessly and seamlessly blend into the darkness of the grounds as the dark storm clouds began to move in against the bright moon.

More than one storm was on the horizon...

~~~~~

It took Angelique seemingly forever for her mind and body to relax under the protective embrace of Mikhail. His arm draped over her, she could only stare out of the large window as she tried her absolute best to calm and relax. It took all she had to try and focus on the soft moonlight that shone through the window almost like a gigantic search light, its blue haze illuminating the bed where the dying flames in the fireplace could not. For some reason, she just felt so nervous and anxious with him so close to her. His warm embrace, however, didn't bring about nervousness about punishment and disappointment, but in an odd sense, a nervous feeling that always came with an admirer.

'Snap out of it...' She tried to tell herself relentlessly. 'You're not falling for him... He's evil...'

Yet, for all of her silent, inward crusade to rid herself of the feelings of warmth and infatuation with Mikhail, she just couldn't convince herself enough.

There was just something about him that was more than his obvious handsome appearance, some coarse personality that could only pull her closer to him. Angelique couldn't help to shake the feeling that somewhere under that cold, Russian Mobster mentality was the soft, caring man. Her punishments were all justifiably a result of her actions. When she acted out against him, although reasonably so, she was met with punishment. When she tried to escape, again, reasonably so, she was met yet again with punishment. She would be lying if she didn't admit his humiliating tasks excited her. When he fucked her ass in front of his men before sending them away, she couldn't help but to feel aroused deep within her loins. What he did, he knew how to do it, and although a dangerous man, she truly did feel protected by him, as if he would rather die than to allow something to happen to her.

It was with his hand draped across her stomach, his fingers mindlessly caressing the nakedness of her flat stomach that Angelique slowly drifted off into a peaceful, quiet slumber. For the first time in seemingly the longest time, Angelique felt safe and at peace with the world around her.

Her peaceful, at ease feelings, however, were soon shattered by the piercing bangs of gunfire.

Mikhail reacted quickly to the sounds. His heart raced with adrenaline as he sat up quickly in the bed, his hand becoming firmer against Alli's soft stomach. More alert than ever before, his ears strained to hear any sounds at all as his eyes focused with intent upon the large, double doors that connected the bedroom with the rest of the house.

"What----" Angelique begins, her voice immediately drowned out by another series of gunshots. This time, however, the shots sounded closer and closer as the sounds of men yelling in Russian filled the hall. In just a matter of seconds, however, the sound of the Russian yells were drowned out by the fierce and loud sounds of automatic gunfire. The thunderous, repeating gunshots only meant one thing: a gun battle was taking place, and it was certainly unclear who was winning the all important battle.

Not wasting a minute in deliberating what to do, Mikhail acted. Quickly his hand reached over to the nightstand, rummaging around it as he pulled out a silver pistol from the depths of the drawer. There was no time to call the police, no time to call for back up. The battle was here. It was going to be pointless to sit around and hope and wait for help to arrive. He was going to take matters into his own hands.

"Keep your mouth shut." Mikhail growled out quietly, pulling Angelique out of the bed with force by her small little wrist. Their naked bodies illuminated by the moonlight that poured through the window and the dying embers of the fire, Mikhail shoved the gun into Alli's trembling and fearful hand.

"No... No..." She said, shaking her head as the tears of fear and panic ran down her face. Feebly she tried to push the gun back into Mikhail's hand, but he would not let up.

"Do as I fucking say." He commanded, his tone no longer the sweet and playful kind, but more of the determined and firm voice of a Russian mobster. "Point and shoot. Simple. Get under the bed and wait for me to come back."

Fear and panic gripped Alli's mind and body. This was all too real for the young teenage girl. It was more like something she would have seen in a movie, never thinking she would be in the middle of some gun battle. Her emotions were getting the best of her as she sobbed and cried, shaking her head at Mikhail's adamant stance that he was going to leave her. She couldn't be left alone. Not like this. Not here.

The sound of a painful and agonizing scream filled the hall, reaching their ears easily through the door. Alli's naked body trembled as she stared directly at the door, unable to move at all. Mikhail couldn't wait. Bending down, he planted a passionate, longing kiss upon Alli's lips, letting his tongue slowly stroke her lips perhaps for the final time as he pulled himself away from her.

"Under the bed!" He said quietly in a hurried voice as he moved over to a small cabinet. Throwing the doors open, he didn't wait at all before pulling out a long, black assault rifle. Putting a clip into the chamber, he looked over at Angelique as she fearfully crawled on her stomach into the dark, obscuring depths of the bed.

"I will be back, I promise my Alli..." Mikhail said, throwing on a red robe before finally disappearing into the darkened hallway, making his way deep into the depths of the unknown danger that lay before him.

~~~~~

The floor was cold, firm against her trembling body. Underneath the bed, Angelique laid like a frightened cat. Her body was pushed back as far as possible against the wall, lying as rigid as a board with the gun in her frightened hands. She was all alone. Nothing was stopping anyone from putting a bullet through her head. As she lay there, she couldn't help but to wonder and hope and pray that everything would be alright, that the gunshots that echoed throughout the mansion would not hit or hurt him. It was a remarkable change, a change she did not fully realize in her fear. The frightened, kidnapped slave was actually hoping her master and lover was safe through it all.

This was no time for thinking or analyzing anything, though. This was life and death, and Angelique stood on the fine line. What was going to happen, she didn't know. All she could do was to lay there and pray.

Slowly the gunshots died away, their loud bangs slowly retreating further and further away from the bedroom until there was no sound at all but the frantic screaming and yelling in Russian. She couldn't and wouldn't be able to see the few masked assassins fleeing the grounds, making their way through the same dense woods she herself had used not that long ago. Although the firefight sounded over, and the Russians at least victorious, Angelique remained firmly in place upon the bed, her eyes wide as she stared out directly into the open doorway of the bedroom in search of any sign of her Mikhail.

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22 Comments
truereader12truereader12over 10 years ago
UGH!

Stockholm...

she needs to grow a spine smh she's just too horny to think straight she deserves her treatment.

AnonymousAnonymousover 12 years ago
What's in a name?

Good story but a small gripe as I noticed that during the gunfight episode you were confusingly referring to Angelique as Alli (the character who appears in another of your stories).

KandiikissesKandiikissesover 13 years ago
:)

Want can i say? Love it, it's amazing ive read it so many times can't wait for the next chapter.

AnonymousAnonymousover 13 years ago
waiting?

I check every other day for the update i love this story and need to know what happens.

ChillerTurboChillerTurboover 13 years ago
Continuation

Your last line tells me you want to continue the relationship with the protagonist/antagonist. Perhaps Angelique tending to Mikhails wounds makes them draw closer, making him more humane.

Or you could simply let her escape and conclude it.

Either way, I'm sure you will feel less pressure once it is concluded. Nevertheless, you are a brilliant author. Good luck!

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