Spoiling The Billionaire’s Good Son

Renee’s POV

“You know I love you so much. Always be a good girl” Dad said over the phone and I nodded. I’m a good girl and I’ll always be. It’s just that sometimes shits happen and I’d forget the part about being good.

“I’ll be leaving for Mexico tomorrow but don’t worry, I’ll come back for you once everything is okay down there”

“I trust you will, take good care of yourself, love you!”

When the call ended, I called Nick and we spoke for a very long time. He told me about how my clients kept asking about me and inquiring if I don’t wanna suck their dicks anymore. They even agreed to pay double if I’d just come back to work.

Nick said he had beaten the guys who asked until they were unrecognizable. I expected him to do just that so I wasn’t a bit surprised. Even when he was the one who introduced me to the shitty business some years ago, he couldn’t stand it anymore.

I remember when I first met him. Back then, I was working at a coffee shop and he came in to grab a cup. No, he came to see me cause he had been stalking me for as long as I could fucking remember.

I tried to force him away by snubbing and turning deaf ears to whatever he said but he was too damn stubborn to leave. He wasn’t anything like the rest of the guys whom I turned down. I reported him to the owner of the shop but he wouldn’t leave me the hell alone.

After having his coffee, he came back to the counter and offered me 10 dollars if I met him outside. I was in deep need of the money so I grabbed it and followed him outside. I thought we would just stand and talk but then, he started going behind the shop and I followed him until we arrived at an abandoned kiosk.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

That was where he offered me 20 dollars if I could give him a blowjob. I remember laughing so hard at his offer but I did it anyway. I had a test in school the next day and everyone had to use their textbooks which I didn’t have.

I knew dad didn’t have the money so I didn’t bother asking. Mum on the other hand had the money but she wasn’t even in town. She had left months back and we weren’t on speaking terms. I just had to work for my money to get everything I needed.

The textbook cost 20 dollars so I earned it and got the textbook the next morning. That was the first and the last time I had given Nick a blowjob but that wasn’t the fucking end. After giving him the blowjob, he returned, saying he had a better job for me. One which could give me more than 200 dollars in a day. It sounded absurd but I trusted him.

So funny how he moved from a fucking stalker to someone I trusted, right?

He went ahead and introduced me to some guys who were not my age mate. I was shocked when I found out that the job was to give fucking blowjobs. I bluntly refused and left angrily only for him to keep coming back.

Our rent had expired already and we were given till the end of the week to pay up else we’d be thrown out. Yes, I needed the money but what I couldn’t think of was sucking people’s dick and getting paid for it. So Instead of accepting Nick’s offer, I decided to work my ass off by taking multiple jobs.

I worked in bars, restaurants, clubs… Almost everywhere but then, my system couldn’t carry me any longer. I was always exhausted, stressed, and drained out, you can name all the odds. That was when I decided to reconsider the offer.

It was something very disgusting but I mean, I didn’t have to stress myself so much. All I had to do was use my mouth and hands skillfully over a short time and get fucking paid.

But there’s no way I’m going back there. Coming over here means starting a new life and I’m not gonna blow that up by going back to the fucking old ways.

“Martini got back yesterday” Nick informed me and I flinched. It’s been so long since I heard such a name. “Bastard son of a gun kept asking about you but don’t worry. I told him you were out of town and would never return”

I gulped hard and went over to stand in front of the window, slowly combing my hair backward with my fingers. Why would Martini Galante fucking ask about me? Jeez, I felt so scared just hearing his name.

“And what did he say?”

“That you two had unfinished business” He answered and my heartbeat ceased. “But hey, I’ve told you not to fucking worry. I’m sure he just needs you to suck his cock along with a few Mafiosos”

I gulped nothing and nodded my head repeatedly. I was too scared to speak. After my last encounter with Martini Galante, the head of the Italian-American Mafia, which almost resulted in me losing my virginity, I had sworn never to have anything to do with him or his secret organization.

He had said that he’ll make my life better. All I had to do was let him have his way with me. But I bluntly refused. I even kicked him on the fucking dick and that was when he promised to get me no matter what.

Thank goodness I didn’t get to lay eyes on him again because he had gone back to Italy for God knows what. No one spoke about him but Nick had told me that he wouldn’t return anytime soon.

“Are you fucking listening to me, Renee?” Nick asked, jerking me out of my thoughts. “Look, I know you’re scared but he’s not gonna get to you. You’re far away and if it’s gonna cost me joining the fucking Mafia to keep you safe, then I’d do it”

“What? Are you insane? You can’t fucking do that you idiot!”

“Besides, it’s no big deal. Martini had asked me to join them so just think of it as me giving him a fucking positive reply”

I slapped my forehead and sighed “Holy Christ!”

“I’m sorry, Renee. If it hadn’t been for me, you wouldn’t have considered giving blowjobs for money. You wouldn’t have even met Martini’s men unknowingly. If I get to meet that fucking bastard who introduced you to Martini, I swear, I’d blow his brains off”

I smiled and chuckled lightly. “Take a chill pill, will you? What has been done, has been done and there’s nothing you can fucking do about it. Besides, why would you even think of hitting on one of Martini’s men? Don’t you think they’ll come after you?”

I heard him take a deep breath before he turned on his lighter. I’m sure he must be lighting his cigarette and I wished I was there with him. We would’ve shared one and may be moved to the second and third and fourth and fifth until my lips started hurting.

“I don’t think I care about that, Renee.” He answered and took a long drag. “Once I join them, I’m gonna find that bastard. I’m gonna do everything to make sure you’re safe over there”

“Hey you idiot, don’t do anything silly you hear me? Nick, do you hear me? Nick… Nick fucking Christopher, do you hear me?”

But the line was dead already.

I feared what was gonna become of him now that I was far from him. What was gonna happen to him now? It’s not that I could protect him but at least he used to listen to me.

As I tried calling him back, the door to my room went open and Layla barged into the room. The fucking fuck? Do I have to put up a poster outside my room, just to remind her that there’s a reason for the fucking door?

“We need to talk, Renee”

“Yeah, why don’t we talk about the reason for the door first? You make it fucking useless when you barge in without knocking”

“Maybe next time but right now, I want to talk about Shane. He’s sick and I want you to stay far away from him”