A LITTLE TOO GOOD

AUGUSTA'S POV(Her past life):

She looked at the picture presented to her. It was a picture of a man in black and a scar on his face.

"That's Seth Field, I visit him every moment I need to relieve my tense state. He has a slut he keeps to himself so he can make money. Yeah..." He raised another picture and it was the picture of a girl tied up and naked. Augusta stared at the picture with perplexity. "Do you even know why I'm here?" The man cocked his brow as he stared at Augusta while she shook her head. He raised the photo again. "It's because of her." He dropped the paper on the desk and leaned forward with clasped hands. "It's funny how you act like a damsel in distress when you know no one is coming to save you. Your family was known, wasn't it, an agent for the mafias. For one mafia in particular and that one killed them all didn't he?" He said and Augusta's eyes widened.

"How the fuck do you know that? Who the fuck are you?" She questioned and saw him smile.

"Oh, you can't know who I am just yet till I know you're willing to work with me. I've been underground for so many years now, searching for a solution to problems...my problems. The girl in the picture is liable to sort them all out after I have her all to myself." He stated.

"So she's the reason you're here?" She questioned while he nodded. She nearly rolled her eyes. "What's it about her that you want so much anyway?"

"Careful, one might mistake your tone for jealousy." He said and this time, she rolled her eyes. "But I like you though. You're quite submissive. Really...submissive when you need to be and that's why you're good for the job." He stated. Augusta's gaze narrowed at him. "You want revenge against him right, the mafia man that took your family away from you isn't it?" He questioned and that caught her attention. She wanted it very much. "Good, so listen to what I tell you and seduce him." He stated. "Yes, you heard me. You need to get to him if it's revenge you want." He stated while she shifted backwards. He cocked a brow like he was asking a question. She was still uncertain because that slave master right there just didn't seem like someone who could be easily deceived. "Besides, your family is involved in a lot of things, perhaps that's the reason he killed them in the first place. They went against the rules of the club. You're in the mafia world now Augusta, you can't do things your way, you need the power to get what you want. Plus, he kept you for this long. If he wanted to kill you, don't you think he would have by now? You're useful to him that's why he's keeping you here as a slut. But the decision is up to you." He rose from his seat, still staring at her. "When you've made up your mind then you can get back to. I believe it's time for your training."

She'd begun to train under Mark. He was gay and he taught her how to dance, how to move her body in a way that would entice and allure. She hated every moment of it, but she did what she was told. She had no choice. She was completely under his control. It was as if she was a puppet, and he was the one pulling the strings. She hated the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, the way he spoke to her. She felt like she was nothing more than an object to him, a toy to be played with and discarded when he was done. But she knew that if she didn't do what he wanted, he would hurt her. So she did what she was told, even though it made her feel sick to her stomach. She was trapped, and she didn't know how to escape. She felt completely and utterly alone. And then, one day, everything changed.

She was in the middle of a dance routine when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. It was a movement, a shadow, something that didn't belong. She stopped dancing and turned to look. And that's when she saw him and she knew who it was of course. The man who was after the enslaved sex girl. She didn't understand what it was that he needed from her but she knew he was damn serious about her. She continued her training with this man who kept tapping her in areas she needed to adjust to. Frustrated, she made a slight groan and thought of a way to escape this living hell. But what could she do? It almost seemed as though this guy was going to help her out of her. But she wasn't sure of it though. She would have to be sure about him first. When she was done with her dance training she walked out of the room, only to be pulled back by a strong arm and glued to the wall. She stiffened as she felt his heat on her but recovered instantly before reacting with a straight punch to the intruder's face. But he was faster, catching her hand mid-air. She still didn't know who this person was until her fingers brushed away the hair from her face. Her eyes widened when she realized it was the slave master.

"You." She said and he cocked a brow before shifting back a little.

"Yeah, it's me."

"What do you want?" She asked, still not comfortable with the likes of him. He moved closer to her, making her heart thump so fast in her chest but then she remembered the other man's words. 'Seduce him.' She gently looked up at him, still not certain whether or not to follow that principle but she remained unmoving.

"Come with me." He walked away. She hesitated at first but then began to follow him. The sound of their feet echoed in the corridor while she could even hear her breath. Then she turned when she noticed the same shadow and knew he was the one there, waiting for her reply. She said nothing, nor responded to him. Instead, she kept a straight face and continued down the corridor with the slave master. "You haven't told me your name." She suddenly stated, unknown to her where the boldness came from. "I know you're anonymous to everyone else but since you showed me yours, you might as well tell me your name."

He stopped in his tracks before turning to her. There was a smirk on his lips when he looked at her.

"Why are you curious about it?"

"I just felt I should know the name of the man I'm working for. I'm not going to disclose anything. And even if I do I'm sure you'll know it and kill me after." She said but his features were unreadable this time. He only stared into her eyes for a moment till she was uncomfortable and said.

"Derek Antonio."