Deacon's POV
As Mia's knees crashed against the cement floor, my arms flinched forward as though they were going to be able to break her fall despite the distance between us. I heard the sound of a woeful no slip out as his right knee connected unexpectedly with her chest driving all the air out of her lungs leaving her desperately gasping for air. Then with one more swift and brutal movement he connected with a shockingly ruthless knee which he thrust merciless into her throat. He reached out grabbing her hair as the same time to keep her upright as the blow would have most definitely sent her to the ground.
Mia's hands flew to cover her throat still gasping for air. She looked directly at the camera as her fingers grazed the spot where he had hit her.
I knew instantly that she was checking for any damage she could feel for herself. The idea of her voice being taken away from her haunted her thoughts constantly. If I had to guess that was the only fear, she had for herself, not being able to talk to all of us or laugh with us.
He laughed deeply and he held her hair high above her head, keeping her face as straightforward as possible.
That's when I realized Mia's entire body was now only being held upright by only her hair. She could barely take a full breath, even the shallow breaths she did manage to take caused her to wheeze with each breath. Even over this, it sounded heartbreakingly painful to hear.
"Finally...maybe you'll get the hint that you aren't in any position to make demands, you aren't a fucking guest here, you're a bargaining chip no more no less. You've been given way too leniency when it comes to that attitude of yours, if it was my choice, you're fucking rotting carcass would have been dropped into one of your hell spawn's cribs. But since that's not my call, maybe I need to teach you the hard way what the only thing that you're good for around here is." He reached towards his pants and started to undo the front of them.
Mia tried to lean away from the man even farther but was stopped after moving what seemed like barely an inch. I could see a twinge of pain flash in her eyes as she tried to pull farther as her hair was still clutched tightly in his hand. In response to not being able to put anymore distance between them Mia pursed her lips tightly together, while shaking her head slowly no. Though I could tell by the look in her eyes and how her body tensed up that even she knew that he had all the control in this situation, that there wasn't much she would be able to do to stop him if he was truly intent on doing anything.
I panicked for a moment realizing what he was planning on doing. Thoughts played through my mind at lightning speed searching for one that would grab his attention long enough to forget about what he was going to do. Settling on one that seemed to be the most likely, I cleared my throat louder than I normally would have had to. "Unless you've forgotten, there is still business we need to talk about." I uttered trying to sound firm and composed. When in reality my mind was racing with hesitancy on whether or not I had even truly spoke the words loud enough to be heard over my heart racing. It had started the moment I had seen Mia's face on the screen and has only increased as events have unfolded.
The nameless man gave her a sickly-sweet smile as he turned his attention back to me. "I suppose you're right. Then again, I shouldn't have assumed that you'd sit there quietly, let alone of you own free will and watch as I turn your thoroughly devoted, yet somehow delightfully naive wife into a play toy that is nothing more than a slave to our Russian dicks." He mocked as his eyes danced over Mia's body from above.
My stomach twisted as his eyes softened at her sight, and a grin formed across his thin lips as he silently relished whatever thought that had entered his mind. "Knowing how much you Italians love us, I would be immensely open to the idea of keeping her for myself, since once we pass her around defiling her no one there will want her to be brought home again anyways. Especially since I know from some personal experience that the elder Mr. Lombardi would more than likely rather see you in share your bed and your name with anyone who hasn't laid with us Filthy Russian Swine he snorted. Then again, the thought occurs to me that if I kept her all for myself, I would be neglecting an extremely lucrative opportunity. Not that I have to tell you since you're well aware of how easy she is on the eyes, but it's occasionally hard to find a woman who's willing to let myself or some of our men crawl between their legs because of our shall we say tendencies. Of course, that's their loss for not capitalizing on the gracious fee that we provide them with to either feed themselves or their own addictions. We've had a growing deficiency in those willing to lay with us. But this one here, I have an inkling that she'd be able to not only properly, but fully satisfy even the darkest desires of many of my men. Although it may just be the lack of knowledge speaking here, but I'm figuring she has a phenomenally firm and well-kept body under all these rags and dirt. Even so, I'd be foolish to think that any man that would lay eyes on her wouldn't already be willing to pay exorbitant amount of money to succumb to the unimaginable pleasure of watching the disgraced and forgotten wife of the revered Deacon Lombardi slither over them as their dick sinks in deep into her body. As she rides them like the obedient and well-trained little whore, we'll make her into when she ultimately bows at our feet begging us to use her for our pleasure. It would take some time of course. Maybe five or six months, nothing more than that though.
I can already hear her crying out in ecstasy and she receives us one after another every day. Damn, what a beautiful picture and sound that would be. Since you would know from your own personal experience what that actually would be like. Do me a favor and visualize it for me. Myself and my best men walking in the door everyday being able to have the relief that we need. As each of us wait patiently as we are able to watch of colleagues be ridden like a wild mustang or brutally fuck her. Leaving her a writhing, screaming heap of bodily fluid and possibly blood every day.
That sounds like something I could get used to actually. Now I'm really starting to hope you don't take her back."
This man was trying to get a reaction out of me. Trying to make me break and beg them to not harm her. As much as I want to do exactly that at the moment, as much as I want to put my head into my hands, allow my fearful tears to fall at the words he's saying and of what he wants to do to her, I couldn't allow that to happen. Not only did I have to appear to be unphased by this to keep up appearances in front of my enemies, but also to hopefully give Mia faith to know that we're willing to go to hell and back to bring her back to us alive and well. I definitely did not want to think about anything he was saying. The idea that he had even thought about my queen in such vulgarity sickened me. "Now, if you're quite ready to discuss business I'll start. What preposterous request does your boss have of me in order to ensure the safe return of my wife?"
"It's very simple really all you'll have to do is turn power of your entire empire over to my boss. It'll be as painless as signing your name, handing over the control of the entire Lombardi family to us. Of course, when you do that, you will also have to renounce and dissolve your Omerta agreement with all your men. Then all of them including yourself and your family will sign ours. Although there is one small detail that should be mentioned. Absolutely every single member must sign it so that she doesn't get shipped back to you in a box." The man states coldly holding Mia by her hair to look into the camera. "If you truly plan on ever holding her in your arms again it would be my sound advice to you dig up that pesky little document and start getting your men used to the idea that you'll longer be in charge and the fact that they will then be expected to do their share of work in our business affairs whether they like it or not."
It was at that very moment I'm almost positive that my heart stopped beating all together, as I saw Mia's eyes widen in fear as she looked at the unforgiving cement floor under her knees and her shoulders began to tremble with what I knew was utter fear. "Our Omerta agreement has only ever been signed by the highest-ranking members and some of their wives, along with my family members. The rest of our men are only required to sign a contract agreeing to all of our terms. Though unfortunately it takes three specific people in order to retrieve the only copy of our Omerta and you have one of them. All three of us must be present in person at the time of retrieval or none of us can get it."
Of course, this was all a lie though or at least the part about needing three people to retrieve our Omerta agreement. Right now, I could only pray that this man believed me enough to relay that information to his boss.
In reality what they were unaware of is that although I indeed could get the actual hard copy of our agreement, but they already had a copy in their possession. "So, you will have to relay that important piece of information along to your boss if he is dead set on full control."
I knew what it meant to renounce your allegiance once you've signed the Omerta and took the initiation, along with the crest of our family. The instant the words would exit my mouth my men and my own family would be obligated to uphold their own oath, which for me meant immediately upon my own act of defiance that I was now a liability and a loose end. It has always been abundantly clear that it doesn't matter who defies the Omerta, the punishment is never different, never delayed. The exact moment I utter the words one of them will be expected to instantaneously pull their side arm sending a bullet through the back of my head labeling me a traitor when I meet my maker.
Though the knowledge of the second Omerta contract was limited to myself, Mia, my brother and my father. It has been kept a secret in order to guarantee that if something should happen to our hard copy, we still had something with our Omerta and signatures, ensuring that everything we stand for endures.
Up until two weeks ago I was able to admire, trace and kiss it whenever I pleased. Mia had willingly volunteered to carry and conceal this copy on her at all times.
When this was discussed between the four of us privately, it was decided that it was far too dangerous to sanction the reproduction of the Omerta, so we had to get creative. Eventually we mutually agreed upon one of us basically branding ourselves with the Omerta as a tattoo. Returning to an old tradition of a living Omerta. At that time, it seemed fitting for Mia to receive this tattoo instead of the family crest seeing as though mine takes up my entire back. Two days later I sat with her as one of my men spent roughly fifteen hours with breaks, to painstakingly duplicate it on her skin. I was amazed at how that piece of paper and words that had taunted me my whole life suddenly took on a new meaning to me. It was as if the moment I read the words on her delicate skin I understood them clearer than ever before. They sounded much more like wedding vows now rather than a dark looming shadow over my shoulder.
Now the realization of how much danger Mia was truly in hit me. My Mia, my wife, the mother of my children, the reason I wake up day after day has the most sacred and binding words going back generations in my family permanently embedded with black ink onto the skin of her back. If they discovered that tattoo, I would never get a chance to get her back, never get to hold her as she trembles while we make love and I'd never see her glowing as she looked over our children's cribs at night before she settles into bed beside me at night. They wanted me to destroy the physical copy of the Omerta which could be done with fire, but if they would find that one, I can't even begin to imagine what this man is capable of using to destroy it.
My eyes focused on Mia solely and she stared back at me. I couldn't hold my emotions in anymore as my eyes began to fill with tears that began to escape down my face. The only thing that kept flashing in my mind were images of the most beautiful moments we had shared together. I could hear her lovingly calling my name as we made love. I could feel her body trembling against mine as I entered her body but the most amazing by far was hearing her voice for the first time in months as she said I do while we stood at the altar.
That was immediately followed by images of the finding her one morning her body lifeless but still warm to the touch on the front steps of our house in the typical Russian fashion. I could feel the weight of her limp body in my arms as I held her one last time. The thought of never hearing her voice again, or the look that would be left in her eyes if they would return her in that state.
The heart ache that I felt with just that thought made my choice for me. If it took me handing everything over the Vazclav to ensure Mia would be back in my arms, it was what I'd do. I didn't care if I had to sign my life away to him or what disgusting and vile jobs, he sent me to do as long as I was able to come home to her and my kids every night, I'd happily live with the consequences. I focused my attention on Mia again as I came back to reality.