Back & Forth | Book 1 of Back & Forth Series

Shit. I was right. I’m going to end up being a sex slave. Alessandro is going to sell me. This is my father’s fault. It’s his debt, not mine. He’s the one who borrow money from a fucking mafia boss. Why do I have to be the one who pays for his fault? How fucking great.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” I ask. My eyes glares into Luciano’s eyes in anger. He nods, confirming the truth of his previous statement.

“Yes. I’m serious,” Luciano says.

“Oh. Hell fucking no.”

Anger begins to rage inside of me like a storm. With a deep scowl on my face, I advance towards Alessandro’s office. A hand grab my arm and pulls me away from the door.

“Where are you going?” Luciano asks. I whirl and shoot him a deadly glare. Opposite to me, Luciano looks genuinely worried and frightened at the moment.

“Where? I’m going back into his fucking office. I’m gonna slap him across the fucking face and ruin him. There’s no fucking way I’m going to pay for my father’s debt,” I say.

I push Luciano away and reach for the door handle. Hands on my waist immediately pulls me away from the door again. I grab onto Luciano’s hands out of shock as he lifts me off the floor and away from the door. Now he stands between me and Alessandro’s office. I scowl at him and step to the side. He stands in front of me, blocking my way. I go to the other side and he follows.

“Get the fuck out of my fucking way,” I seethe.

“No. You’re going to regret it,” Luciano says with a threatening glare.

I definitely won’t regret it. I’m ready to die so I’m also ready for anything. I’m going to fight Alessandro even if it’s going to cost my life. I’d rather be dead than being sold. I don’t fucking care if he’s going to hurt me. Why does he even care if Alessandro going to fuck me up? He’s literally the one who brought me here.

“After what I heard, it’s absolutely fucking worth it,” I say. Luciano grabs my arms before I can storm past him. My breath hitches as my back hits the wall. With his hands on each side of my head, Luciano stares down at me. His gaze is dangerously dark and intimidating as he continues to cage me between the wall and his body.

“It’s not worth it,” Luciano says.

“It is. Get the hell away from me,” I say. My teeth grind to the point it physically hurts but my anger makes me ignore the pain.

“I’m not doing it if you’re going to keep trying to get into Alessandro’s office,” Luciano says.

I guess I better pretend to accept my defeat so he’ll let me go. I can try to get into Alessandro’s office once he lets go of me.

“Fine. I won’t do it,” I say as I roll my eyes. Luciano keeps me trapped, his gaze is searching through my eyes. I only stare back at him in silent despite the anger inside of me. Realising I look serious about what I just said, he finally pushes himself off the wall. His gaze still watchful as he stands in front of me.

“How is he going to sell me anyway?” I ask.

“Through an auction or straight to a business,” Luciano says in an oddly calm tone. It sounds as if he’s telling me something normal like buying a candy but of course, what he said is nowhere near normal.

I can’t believe there’s an auction for selling people in real life. I thought it only existed in books or movies. And business? I bet what Luciano means is either escort service, brothel, or strip clubs. I’ll be damned if it ever happens to me. Porn is to blame for this shit. It is one of the main reasons why human trafficking business is always high in demand for years. So many people, especially children and women, kidnapped just to be sold and fulfil someone’s sick sexual desires. That industry makes me sick.

“Fuck. Why am I the one who’s taking the fucking fall when it’s my father’s fault? Before I met you, I don’t even want anything to do with him but now my life fucking depends on him. I bet he won’t pay his debt and do anything to free me. How fucking great,” I say.

That’s the truth about him. The cold-hearted truth. I’m not even going to put my hopes on him. I won’t rely on him for anything, especially for freeing me from this stupid situation.

“You’ll never know. He might have a change of heart,” Luciano says.

Change of heart? That’s bullshit. Luciano absolutely has no single fucking clue about my father. Even if the world burns down, my father won’t be there to safe me. Not because he’s already dead, that’s because he already saved himself by getting into a bunker or fly himself to mars.

I let out a humourless laugh at Luciano’s wishful thought. I can’t help but to roll my eyes at how dumb it sounds.

“Don’t even get me started with that. I know he won’t,” I say. Luciano remains silent, his face is unreadable as he stares at me.

“Come on. Let’s go to your room. I’m not letting you face Alessandro in this state. You’ll only make your situation worse for yourself,” Luciano says.

I know what Luciano is right but I’m still itching to get my hands on Alessandro. In a violent way. I want to punch him, strangle him, poke his eyeballs out, and you know the rest.

“Ugh, fine,” I say.

Luciano walks past me. I take it as a chance to accomplish my mission: slapping Alessandro with all my strength. A hand around my upper right upper arm stops me before I reach the door. I turn around and glare at Luciano.

“Let me go!” I whisper-yell. Causing a commotion is the last thing I want, especially at this time of the night, so I don’t want to be loud.

“I’m not letting you go. I know you’re going to try to come into the office again. I’m going to carry you,” Luciano says.

What? Carry me?

Luciano throws me over his shoulder, causing me to let out a surprised yelp. With my head facing the floor, I throw punches after punches on Luciano’s back out of protest. The attack doesn’t seem to faze him. He just continues to ascend the stairs and pay no mind to my relentless punching.

I stop my assault against his back and let Luciano carries me like a rag doll. With how much blood rushing to my head, I begin to get a headache and dizziness. The only thing I think about is how red my face probably looks right now. It’s possible that I look like a tomato with a human face.

Luciano finally puts me. I lose my balance as the world spins around me. He immediately steadies me on my own feet. I blink a few times but the dizziness still lingers.

“Are you okay?” Luciano asks. How could he ask that question after what he did? My head was literally upside down earlier.

“No. I’m dizzy. That’s your fault,” I say with a scowl. Luciano returns my scowl as he stares down at me.

“I’m not apologising. You’re tempting fate by constantly trying to get to Alessandro,” Luciano says.

“I mean it when I say I want to die. I don’t really care if my destiny decides that I’ll die tonight,” I say. My words seem to smack him into reality. He thought I was joking about death. I’m not. I seriously want to die and the desire grows stronger now that I know Alessandro’s plan for me.

“Don’t say that. There so many things in life that’s worth living for,” Luciano says. I raise my eyebrows at his unexpected sympathy.

Why does he even care if I’m dead? I’m no one to him and he’s no one to me.

“Not if I got sold,” I scoff.

Deep down, I probably don’t want to die yet but everything that’s been happening to me is seriously testing my limits. I do feel that I have things that I want to experience. I really want to travel the world and go to pretty places and take cute pictures. However, that shit won’t happen if a random guy buys me and lock me in a room for the rest of my life.

“Alessandro won’t sell you,” Luciano says. Did he forget what he just said earlier? He literally told me the exact opposite.

“You literally told me your boss will sell me if my father didn’t pay his debt,” I say.

“He won’t. I’m sure your father will pay his debt soon,” Luciano says. Oddly enough, I can see the determination in his eyes about it. Who the fuck does he think he is? A psychic? I thought I was the psychic. Why is he acting like one right now?

“Keep telling that to yourself. I know enough to say that he won’t do it. At least not for me. Stop trying to convince me otherwise,” I say.

“I’m serious,” Luciano says. His gaze is unwavering as he stares into my eyes. Well, I still rather be dead if my father does pay his debt. There’s no fucking say I’m going back with him.

“I still rather be dead,” I say. Luciano continues to stare at me with a frown. There’s something in his gaze, almost like pity and sadness. Does he feel sorry for me? For what I’ve been through with my father? Well fuck it. I’m not going to pity myself anymore. I’ve done that way too many times. This is why being dead is better. I won’t have people pretending to care about me like what Luciano is doing right now.

“This is your room,” Luciano says. He pushes the door open and switches the lights on. I stare into the room and find a big, neat room. Nice. I don’t know if I should be thankful for sleeping in here instead of the basement. I guess I’m going to be grateful. At least they treat me humanely before selling me off.

“Okay,” I say.

“I’m leaving now. You better stay inside and nowhere else,” Luciano warns. I roll my eyes at his threat.

Where the fuck will I go anyway? If I try to escape, someone will definitely end up taking me back here and lock me in the room.

“Yeah. Whatever,” I say.

“Alright,” Luciano responds.

Luciano closes the door once I’m in the room, but not locking it. I take off my shoes and socks and put it by the door. I decide to go straight to sleep so I turn off the lights again. Sitting on the bed, I look at the dark sky outside, not even bothered to close the curtains. The stars and the moon still hidden behind the cotton-like puffs. With a sigh, I lie down on the bed. Still being in my day clothes making it a bit uncomfortable to sleep. Whatever. I’ll get through this.

My eyes widen when I check the digital clock on the nightstand. It turns out that it’s already 2 in the morning.

What the fuck? Why is everyone still awake? Why is Alessandro still in his office?

My heart jumps as I see the door slammed open. Sitting up, I gape at the couple making out in front of me. My eyebrows furrow when I see the familiar face.

Wait a minute. Is that Alessandro? What the hell is he doing in this room? He’s literally the one who puts me in here? Why is he here now? Making out with a woman?

I watch in disbelief as they begin to take off their clothes, their lips still locked together. My mouth is open, but no words come out of me as if my vocal cords have been cut. My eyes widen even more when they move closer to the bed while grunting and moaning.

“Woah woah woah. What the hell are you doing?” I ask.

The couple immediately stop what they’re doing and stare at me. Like a deer in headlights, I stare back at them with wide eyes. The woman’s stunned expression is immediately replaced with smugness after a sort of realisation. I only roll my eyes at her.

The hell are you looking smug for? Do you think I’m jealous of getting STIs or STDs? Abso-fucking-lutely not!

“What are you doing in this room?” Alessandro asks. I deadpan him.

Did he really just ask me that? He’s literally the one who told me to stay in this room! At least that’s what Luciano said.

Wait. Did Luciano put me in the wrong room somehow? From the look on Alessandro’s face at the moment, I shouldn’t even be in this room. What the fuck is actually going on?

“Luciano told me you want me to stay in this room,” I say.

Alessandro continues to stare at me while the woman waits patiently for him to finish talking to me. A smirk suddenly appears on his face after he realises something.

“Just so you know, I always did it in this room,” Alessandro says. The couple turns to each other and grins stupidly. Confusion and disgust mix inside of me as I stare at them.

Why does he brag about always using this room for doing the deeds? Is this a fucking joke? Did he put me into this room on purpose or did Luciano put me in the wrong room on accident? If the latter is the case, this man in front of me should’ve moved me to another room, not bragging about his sex life. This is confusing.

“Gross but whatever,” I say.

I ignore them and pretend to sleep, my back facing them. The couple finally leaves the room and closes the door.

What the hell did I just witness? Hold up. Is Alessandro staying awake until this late for his hookup? Wait. Why the fuck am I even thinking about this? It doesn’t fucking matter to me.

I can’t help but to think about all the women he has brought here and all those bodily fluids all over this bed. He might’ve contacted so many diseases solely from having sex with different women every day. Why am I thinking about him again? It really doesn’t matter. It’s not like he’s going to fuck me. Gosh. I hope it won’t happen.

After minutes of pondering and wondering about all the things done in this bedroom, I decide to go to sleep. There’s nothing I can do now. Like it or not, I have to sleep on this bed.

As I close my eyes, I push the disgusting thoughts out of my mind. Within a minute, I finally drift off to sleep and now I’m deep in my slumber.