The Request (pt. 3)

(Marco's POV)

"Fuck!"

What the hell possessed me to let her go out there? The whole point of bringing her with me to work was to show her how imposing I am, not let her partake in an orgy!

After that infuriating bitch left the room with one of my guards in tow, I tried to do some work to distract myself from the need to strangle her to death. It worked for the first half hour until the same guard came back in with an awkward look on his face.

"What?" He looked uncomfortable with the idea of answering me, but after clearing his throat, conjured up an answer for me. "What did she do?"

"She uh… she… well, see for yourself."

Annoyed, I turned on the monitor for the security cameras on my laptop and waited for the imagery to show up. It took a minute to locate her, but once she was visible I couldn't help the surprise laugh that barrelled out of my chest.

"Would you look at that," the great and arrogant Kat Montenegro on her knees? This was priceless. She looked desperate and pathetic, which was something I never thought I'd see in my entire life. She was so arrogant and pissy whenever she was talking to me. I'd never seen her face wearing anything other than a scowl, smirk, or psychotic joy. The more I watched, the more desperate she looked, and suddenly it wasn't funny anymore.

Seeing Katarina the way she was looking started to make me uncomfortable, which in turn made me angry. Clenching my jaw, I turned the monitor off and slammed my laptop shut. My fists were opening and closing with the need to punch something.

"Stay here," I ordered my men as I pulled open the door and slammed it shut behind me. My heartbeat was deafening in my ears as I pushed through the crowd to the room where Kat was currently getting the life drained out of her. The door to the room was open when I got there, and there were a people standing in a half circle watching the spectacle.

Never in my life had I seen someone react so dramatically to being whipped. Whipped, among other things, of course. Katarina had somehow managed to get herself into the hands of Madame Lun, a friend of mine who was big on using a mix of opium and ropework to administer her 'remedies', as she called them.

Lun was somewhat of a mystery and hard to secure as an administrator because she always worked in spoofs. She was a well known mistress in the politician circles worldwide because only the ones with most money were able to book appointments with her. Most importantly, Lun was the distant relative of the Malaysian mob's leader, which was how my family managed to get our fingers in there.

"Marco," she greeted me with a nod then turned to look at Kat, who was being... attended to by another of Lun's servants. "Isn't she a masterpiece?" She ran a gloved hand down Katarina's naked back, which arched upon contact. That uncomfortable feeling I had in the office tripled. "She welts beautifully."

She wasn't naked, but her top had been ripped open at the back and her pants had been opened and pulled down slightly to reveal the beginning curve of her ass. The waistband of her thong was visible. Her blindfold covered her ears as well. There were multiple bright red welts running down her back which were highlighted by the light sheen of sweat she was exuding. My blood was pounding in my ears. My vision was blurry. My palms were sweating.

Why did she look like that?

"What did you give her?" Katarina seemed so out of it that I almost felt bad for her. If she wasn't angering me right now, I would've felt pity.

"The brown pipe. She should start to sober up in an hour or two if she breathes fresh air. Is she yours?"

Hell no. "Yes." It was impossible to stop staring at her, and it made me even angrier. She clearly didn't recognise that I was here, or else she would've been cussing me out the moment Lun called to me. I didn't like what they were doing to her. There was a wand sticking out of her pants, and my hands clenched into fists upon seeing it.

I wanted to drag her out of there, but if I did, people might get the misconception that I care.

"Where did you get her?" Lun seemed to think that Kat had been bought from the black market. It would have taken no effort on my part to lie to her, but Lun was my friend and ally so I would've felt bad about it.

"I kidnapped her."

"Ah," she took a puff from her pipe and nodded slowly. "So you had your sight set on her. Is she for sale?" It killed me to say no. I wanted to get rid of Katarina as soon as possible, but I couldn't. "That's too bad. A sensitive sweet little thing like her is what I need right now."

A what?

I couldn't stand looking at her for another second. Every fraction of time that passed by saw me even more infuriated. "Just take her to my office when you're done."