Book 2, Chapter 14: I am Abizi

**Third Person**

Damien stepped out of his shower, feeling a little more relaxed. He had to take care of a massively big blue problem. He painted his entire shower wall with ropes of his release. He couldn’t stop thinking about the beautiful woman lying patiently, or in Madison’s case, impatiently, in his bed.

He quickly dried off and opened his bathroom door, ready for round three of their earlier escapades before he had to begrudgingly meet up with Luke to discuss their new intel on the local gang trying to encroach on their territory.

“Hey, butter... fly?” He stopped in his tracks when he saw the empty room. His happy demeanor darkened. She defied an order, which meant she was to be punished. Damien’s dick twitched at the many different naughty thoughts that went through his head. He quickly dressed and headed out the door, only to be met with Luke patiently leaning against the opposite wall.

“If you’re looking for your girl, she bolted to her room like twenty minutes ago. By the look on your face, I’d say she broke an order….The marks on her neck look good, by the way. I wonder what your marks on her backside would look like?” Luke asked teasingly. Damien’s eyes darkened. “If you weren’t my best friend and gay, I’d have to kill you for looking at her, let alone talking like that,” Damien replied with a stoic
expression, only for both of them to laugh moments later.

“I’m really happy for you, man,” Luke said sincerely after they calmed down. “She is beautiful, and I can see why you have been obsessed with her for so long. I only met her for a minute, and I can see she’s got a fire in her. We all know how much you like fire.”

“Thanks, Luke,” Damien replied. “I will punish her later for her misconduct. Let her be for now… knowing her, she is probably plotting to do something to piss me off. It will only add to the fun. Besides, I have no doubt she will come in guns blazing when I instruct Marissa to move her things into my room.” Damien chuckled evilly as they walked into his office behind the black door at the end of the hallway and got to work.

Not long after they closed the office door, Madison came back out, showered, and dressed, feeling much more presentable. Sadly, she did not find any turtlenecks or clothing that could cover up her marks. There wasn’t even concealer, which made her grumpy. She had no choice but to wear a sundress that put her marks on full display. Madison tried to hide what she could with her hair, but it was useless.

She heard clanking sounds coming from the other side of the house, figuring it was Marissa in the kitchen. Madison made her way to the other side of the house, noticing a new set of guards standing around at their ‘posts.’ She settled on a barstool tucked under the island, and Marissa hastily placed a hearty breakfast with homemade pancakes and various fruits and toppings in front of her. Maria walked in and huffed in annoyance when she saw Madison.

Madison, being the petty princess she is, subtly moved her hair back from her neck, exposing the bright red and purple marks. Maria’s face was bright red with anger, while Madison continued eating her pancakes with a huge grin. “How dare you seduce my Master! He is mine!” Maria finally said jealousy did not look good on her. Madison rolled her eyes before she replied, “Does he know that he is yours?” Maria’s face reddened once more. She was getting flustered, and Madison was enjoying her struggles. “I don’t know if you know, but he’s a dominant, which by definition means he likes to be in control. While it would be hilarious to watch him be submissive, I doubt he will be okay with you claiming him, as he is the one who makes the claim. You know he was talking about collaring me this morning? Can you believe the audacity?” Madison teased.

Maria’s face went purple, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. That hit a nerve, Madison thought. She huffed and left the kitchen. Marissa just shook her head and went back to her duties.
After breakfast, Madison carefully left the kitchen with some special things tucked away in her outfit. She made a pit stop to Damien’s room. Thirty minutes later, she was downstairs in the library with a bright smile, feeling good about her naughty ways.

She began to peruse the shelves and came across a whole row of romance novels. Finding one of her favorite books, she happily took it off the shelf. She settled into one of the chairs and became immersed in the story.

Sometime later, Marissa came down with tea and cookies, settling the tray on the side table. “What are you reading, Madam?” Marissa asked her, looking curiously at the title.

“Oh, it’s just one of my favorite stories. I was surprised Damien had it. It’s a dark mafia romance novel called The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize. It reminds me a lot of my parents' story. It’s full of twists and turns. The action is fun, both on the mafia side and in the bedroom. You should read it,” Madison said, beaming.

“Ah, yes. I know that story. It is one of Master Damien’s favorites, too. He always said he had a love-hate relationship with the main villain character,” Marissa said, thinking about all the times she caught the young man reading the book late into the evenings.

“Yeah, the villain is a certified psycho. Could you imagine if it happened in real life? What if he had a kid? Can you just imagine what that would be like for the family?” Madison shivered at the thought. She did not think she could be associated with the offspring of such a deranged maniac. “Good thing it’s just fiction, right?” Madison asked. Marissa just nodded and left.

Madison was so engrossed in her book that she didn’t register the loud clicking sounds of one of the vault doors down the hallway nor hear heavy footsteps coming her way.

The man who came through the vault door stopped in his tracks when he noticed a small, beautiful woman lounging in the library. She didn’t see him, but he noticed her. His blood began to boil. He stomped upstairs and made his way to the black door. The guards stood straighter as he passed them, but the man didn’t pay attention.

While Luke stood over him, Damien sat at his large office desk. They were going through papers when the older man busted through the office door without knocking.

“What the fuck is Madison Anderson doing here?” the man asked with venom.

“Hello to you too, Uncle. It’s good to see you. I’m well, thank you. How are you?” Damien replied sarcastically.

“Do you have any idea what you have done, Damien? We have worked too hard for this. It’s been thirty-five years, Damien. Your father’s legacy depends on us doing everything we planned perfectly. Taking her right now might have just messed everything up!” Damien’s uncle shouted.

“Do not speak of that fucking sperm donor. He is NOT my father,” Damien warned, his features growing dark, and even the uncle began to tremble slightly. “As for Madison, she has always been the end goal. She is mine and mine alone. No one dictated when, where, and how I got my love. But, the objectives have changed, Uncle. I no longer care for the empire. I have my own now and don’t want more. I’ve only been taunting her family for far too long, and hurting Anderson’s businesses is just for sport while I waited for Madison to come of age. Now that I have my Queen, I can finally move on and start my family.”

“You can’t be serious, Damien. You are a Marco. We have a duty to our family!” the Uncle exclaimed, standing up and slamming his hands on the desk.

“I AM NOT A MARCO! I AM AN ABIZI!” Damien shouted back, standing up to mirror his fuming uncle. “If you want the damn empire, go, and claim it yourself, Uncle Drago, but leave Madison out of it. She’s mine! This feud and self-proclaimed entitlement has gone on long enough. Your brother was killed because of it. His empire was lost because of his selfishness. Be glad my sperm donor fucked up and got mother pregnant with me. You forget that she was the princess of the Abizi mafia. You went to them when she died. You wouldn’t be as powerful as you are without my family. It’s over, Uncle. The Marco Mafia is dead. Be grateful for what we have,” Damien said, fuming. “Now, either get on board and help us with this new gang problem or get the fuck out of my office.”

“You will regret this, boy,” Drago said and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him. “Ungrateful little shit, I’ll show him. The girl and the empire will belong to the Marco family once more,” Drago thought to himself. He whipped out his phone and sent a few quick messages before heading back through the house and out of the vault doors into the waiting submarine. Madison still did not even register he was there.

The last thought of Drago before plunging into the sea was, “Oh my Princess, your mother got away last time, but you won’t. I’ll make sure of it.”