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  Reluctant to Share

  (A Mafia Love Story)

  By Claire Aubrey

  Text Copyright © 2016 Claire Aubrey

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  Table of Contents:

  Reluctant to Share

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Tyler

  Women were nothing more than a receptacle for my cum. But Vivian was nothing like the women I had known, fucked, and shared with the rest of the gang. She was smart, kind, and a joy to be around.

  I cared about her. I lusted after her mind, body, and soul. Her naivety and innocence starkly contrasted what I knew, and that made her all the more attractive. I tried to keep her pure and sweet for as long as I could. But she was so willing to give herself to me that it became impossible for me to resist.

  I was a weak man who gave in to my lust. Hence, I must now distant myself from Vivian. Keeping her as my girlfriend would lead to each member of the gang demanding a turn with her since that was an unspoken rule amongst the Alpha Outlaws. And since I was reluctant to share her with anyone else, I had no choice but to end things with her despite it killing me inside.

  Vivian had no clue why I sent her away. She thought I was just a player who discarded her soon after claiming her virginity. I didn't tell her my true reasons for leaving her because I felt she would do just about anything to stay by my side. Now I just hope that she never finds out the truth.

  Chapter 1

  Vivian

  "Okay class, leave your papers on my desk on the way out. Have a great weekend and try to stay safe," said Professor Ledo once he had finished going over his lesson plan for the day.

  Stay safe? Why was it that whenever a weekend or holiday was on the horizon, people always felt the need to remind others to stay safe? Was everyone else really going out there doing all sorts of crazy, messed up things while I studied for upcoming exams and helped out with the house chores at home? Honestly, staying safe was the least of my worries. If anything, I was itching to feel what it was like to actually get in trouble for once.

  Growing up as an only child wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. Instead of getting spoiled, I had to live with extremely strict rules under my parent's roof. It was their way of making sure I didn't end up disappointing them. Also, because I didn't have any siblings, it was my responsibility to take care of most of the household chores once I had reached my preadolescent years.

  My father was a salesman who traveled often for work. Meanwhile, my mother worked in retail and was hardly ever home during nights and weekends. So it was up to me to make sure the floors got mopped and the lawn outside mowed regularly.

  I never really minded helping out with the chores at home. After all, it was my way of contributing to the family. What I did mind, though, was all the pressure from my parents to be so perfect all the time.

  They expected me to get the best marks in school, land the perfect job after graduation, and then start a family with a man they deemed good enough to be their son-in-law. I wasn't supposed to date anyone just for the heck of dating, and my mother kept reminding me how important it was for me to save myself for marriage.

  I was about to turn 21 in just a few months, and I had not even had a proper kiss from a man. Yes, I had technically been kissed before while out on a date with the eldest son of one of my mother's friends. But it wasn't the type of kiss that had my toes curling or my heart skipping a beat. In fact, I hardly felt anything at all while he kissed me. Then as soon as he was out of sight, I was quick to wipe my mouth in an effort to erase the not-so-passionate kiss.

  Late at night, whenever I was alone with my thoughts in bed, I would fantasize about meeting someone who would take my breath away. He would rescue me from my mundane life and take me on an incredibly wild ride. He would expose me to all that was adventurous and thrilling, helping me to finally feel alive.

  Of course, I had no idea how I was ever going to meet such a guy. I went straight home after school each day, and I hardly ever went anywhere worth mentioning on the weekends. So yeah, staying safe over the weekend was definitely not something I had to worry about. Or so I had mistakenly thought.

  Tyler

  It was supposed to be a fairly standard transaction. I was to give Marcus the items he had ordered from the Alpha Outlaws while he handed over a briefcase full of money to me. But the dumbwit was crazy enough to try to cheat me.

  I opened the briefcase and was greeted by the sight of neatly stacked rows of one hundred-dollar bills. I didn't bother to inspect the top row of bills. What would have been the point? No one would be stupid enough to place counterfeit money right on top.

  I grabbed a random stack of money and flipped through it. Then I chose a single bill towards the back to examine more closely with a small flashlight I had on me. It didn't take long for me to notice that the two serial numbers on the bill didn't match up with one another.

  Without saying a single word, I pulled out my gun and aimed it at the dumbwit's head.

  "Please don't shoot me!" begged Marcus. "I can explain!"

  Stifling a yawn, I pulled the trigger, leaving Marcus for dead. I then concealed my weapon and made my way out of the dark alley, when suddenly, I heard the noise of shuffling footsteps behind me.

  I turned around and saw the back of a woman as she hurriedly ran in the opposite direction. I chased after her, and within seconds, I had her within my arms. My hand was quick to cover her mouth, stopping her from screaming out.

  I should have grabbed my gun then and killed her on the spot. That would have eliminated any chances of her getting away and identifying me in the murder of Marcus. But I made the mistake of looking straight into her beautiful, fear-ridden eyes. So instead of pulling out my gun, I dragged her out to my waiting car.

  Chris, one of the other Alpha Outlaws members, was sitting behind the steering wheel, ready to drive at my command.

  "What's with the chick?" he asked as I pulled the young woman into the car.

  "Marcus tried to pull one over on us; so I shot the dumbwit. This chick just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time."

  "What? She witnessed you killing someone and you're still letting her live?"

  "Stop asking questions, Chris. Just shut up and drive."

  Vivian

  I had just finished typing up the first draft of my midterm paper when the phone rang. I answered promptly and was greeted by the voice of my mother on the other end of the line.

  "Vivian, I'm so glad you're ho
me to answer the phone," she said.

  "Of course, I'm home, Mother. Where else would I be?"

  Ignoring my rhetorical question, my mother proceeded to say, "Your Aunt Paula just called to say she'll be coming over for a visit tomorrow. So could you please be a dear and make a trip to the grocery store to buy some ingredients for me to whip up dinner for us all tomorrow evening?"

  "Yes, Mother," I said as I grabbed a pen and a notepad to jot down everything my mother wanted me to buy.

  As soon as I got off the phone with my mother, I changed into a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt. Remembering that the weather had been chilly as of late, I grabbed a scarf and wrapped it around my neck. Then I went outside to walk to the grocery store a few blocks from home.

  Along the way, I came across some barricades that blocked the path I was going on. The signs there indicated it was all in preparation for the marathon race tomorrow.

  Yes, of course, how could I have forgotten? Some of my classmates from school had been talking about that race earlier today. Apparently, they had been training for months and were really excited about it.

  I often thought about running a marathon someday. But it was just wishful thinking on my part, because with everything else on my plate, there was no way I could ever find the time to train.

  With the usual route to the grocery store now closed, I walked along one of the small, narrow roads instead. The path was dark and vacant, but I figured it was safe since the neighborhood I lived in never appeared on the evening news during crime reports.

  I was walking along, minding my own business, when suddenly I heard the sound of two men talking in the near distance. Looking around to locate the source of the voices, I finally saw the men standing in a dark alley close to where I was standing.

  Both of the men were tall and fit, but one of them was noticeably taller. The taller one was holding a flashlight in his hand, and with that little bit of light, I was able to catch a glimpse of his face.

  He was strikingly handsome with deep, penetrating eyes and a chiseled jawline. I stood there for a moment just admiring his looks. Suddenly, the scene before me drastically changed.

  The handsome guy I had been gawking at had a gun pointed at the other guy's head, leading the other guy to beg for his life. I stood frozen, unsure of what to do. Next thing I knew, the gun had gone off, and the handsome guy was leaving the scene.

  My flee-or-fight instinct finally kicked in, and I started to run away. But I didn't get very far before I was caught and trapped within the arms of the guy I had just seen committing murder.

  His hand covered my mouth in an instant, making it impossible for me to yell for help. Fear swept over my body as I regretted not living more while I still had the chance.

  I thought he was going to kill me right then and there, leaving me for dead right next to his previous victim. But instead, he used his strong arms to drag me from the dark alley into a waiting car.

  He pulled me into the back seat of the car. Another guy was already sitting in the driver's seat, and he was asking questions about me. Like me, the driver was surprised by the fact I was still alive after witnessing the murder. But my assailant didn't bother to say why he had captured me instead of simply finishing me off.

  What did he plan on doing to me? Was he taking me back to their place and killing me there? Would it be one quick bullet to the brain? Or did he plan on torturing me first?

  And who was he anyway? Based on his conversation with the driver, whom he referred to as Chris, the guy he killed was named Marcus. It wasn't made entirely clear to me why Marcus was killed, but it sounded like Marcus must have tried to outsmart my assailant and failed. My best guess was all of these men were in some sort of gang and involved in criminal activities together.

  Then something clicked inside my head. Were they also involved in the skin trade? Was the reason he spared my life to make me into a sex slave? I had heard about such crimes on the internet and TV but never once did it cause me to fear. I had felt so safely removed from it all until now.

  I wanted to cry right about then. All this time, I had saved myself for marriage. Yet now there was a possibility that I might end up a sex slave, forced to service men after men.

  Chapter 2

  Tyler

  I snatched the scarf that was tied around her neck. I then used it to gag her mouth to prevent her from talking. Meanwhile, my arm clutched her close to my body.

  Her curves were soft and feminine against my muscular build. Her hair smelled sweet and fruity, an interesting scent after a night of bloody murder.

  Her eyes were still looming with fear, and being the twisted guy that I was, I could feel my cock stirring as a result.

  I still wasn't sure what my plans for her were exactly. I just knew that I wasn't ready to see her die. She was too beautiful to simply die in a random dark alley. But I couldn't just let her go. She knew too much already. Letting her go now would be like giving her a death sentence. The other members of the Alpha Outlaws would be sure to hunt her down. Her only chance at safety would be to stay with me.

  Vivian

  He held me tight against his body. I could smell his aftershave, he was so close.

  With the scarf gagging my mouth, my neck and shoulders were bare. I could feel his hot breath on my body as he breathed.

  Adrenaline rushed through my veins. But it wasn't all because of fear. Underneath that top layer of fear was something else I had not expected to feel. My heart beat fast as my body responded to the firm grasp he had on me. I lusted for him despite it being so incredibly wrong.

  The car pulled to a stop then and Chris got out of the car. He opened the door for my assailant, who dragged me out onto the gravel driveway.

  In front of us was a house surrounded by nothing but trees and open space. It was such a remote place that I doubted anyone would hear me screaming even if I managed to yell out for help.

  With his arm around me, my assailant led me inside the house. There were about a dozen men already in there, and they all looked up and stared at me upon hearing the door open.

  Their facial expressions told me they were surprised by my presence at the house. And one of them soon confirmed it by asking, "What's the girl doing here?"

  My assailant answered, reciting the same thing he had said to Chris in the car.

  One of the men frowned and said, "Damn it, Tyler. What were you thinking bringing this girl back with you alive?"

  Tyler. So that was his name.

  "It's okay. I can take care of her. I won't let her out of my sight," said Tyler with his chin high and chest puffed out.

  The men in the room started whispering amongst themselves, no doubt it was to convene about what to do with me. I barely breathed as I waited to hear their decision. What were they planning on doing with me? Finally, one of the older men in the group spoke up.

  "Okay, Tyler, we trust you. You've never given us any reason to doubt you before; so don't you go giving us any reasons to doubt you now," the older man warned. "Keep a good eye on her. And if she proves to be too much trouble, well, you know what you've got to do then."

  "Of course," he said matter-of-factly before leading me to a nearby door.

  He opened the door, revealing the staircase down below. Then he hoisted me into his arms and carried me downstairs.

  I kicked and tussled as he did so, but it was of no use. He was so much stronger than me. If anything, I probably amused him by struggling like I did.

  I looked around as we reached the bottom of the stairs. The basement of the house was rather dark with no windows and dimmed lighting. There wasn't much in regards to furnishing, just a single mattress lying directly on the floor and a few scattered chairs.

  He sat me down in one of the chairs while keeping a firm grasp on my body and said, "I'll ungag you now, but you must not try to scream or do anything stupid. Because if you do, I'll make sure you live to regret it."

  Tyler

  She nodded her head whi
le looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes. I could see the fright and innocence in her eyes, and it made me want to ravage away that innocence right then and there.

  I peeled off the scarf, enabling her to speak again. But she was smart enough to not try to yell. Besides, it wasn't like there was anyone other than the men upstairs to hear her call for help anyway. And trust me, she definitely didn't want help from any of them.

  With the scarf now free again, I used it to tie her to the chair she was sitting in.

  "What do you want from me and why did you bring me here?" she asked after I had finished fastening the knot on her scarf.

  "I brought you here for your own good," I answered.

  "My own good?" she repeated with a bewildered look on her angelic face.

  "Yes, after witnessing what you did back in the alley, the men upstairs were bound to have you killed sooner or later. But now that you're under my protection, no one will dare lay a finger on you."

  Her expression told me she was considering my words. Then after a pause, she asked, "So you're just going to keep me here forever?"

  "I don't know for sure yet. All I can say for certain is that I'll continue to keep you here for as long as I still want you alive."

  "You're a cold-blooded murderer. Why do you even care whether or not I stay alive?"

  "Because you're beautiful, and I happen to like beautiful things."

  "I'm a person, not a thing," she said defiantly. Sassy. I like sassy women.

  "Regardless, from here on out, you're going to be my pet. And I'll do whatever I want with you."

  Vivian

  He said I was beautiful and that I would be his pet from now on. His words sent shivers straight down my spine.

  "What are you going to do to me?" I asked, out of an odd mixture of fear, curiosity, and excitement.

  "I can't tell you that now; it would ruin all the fun. And I plan on having plenty of fun with you," he said with a wicked grin.