Read Online You Don't Own Me: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (The Russian Don Book 1) by Georgia le Carre - Free Book Online

betrayed her, no matter what she thinks. That thing with Zane just happened. I go into my own room, close the door and lean against it. I press my palms tightly against my mouth.
    ‘Oh God!’ I cry into them. Then I straighten my shoulders. I didn’t do anything wrong. No one is going to make me feel guilty for doing everything I can to save little Daisy. I pull my two suitcases out from under my bed and put them on top of the bed. I won’t take very long. I don’t have that much stuff and I will throw away what I don’t need. My eyes fall on the string of flower fairy lights that Stella and I bought together when we went to that Christmas fair. It was the last one and we had tossed a coin to decide who would have it. I won. I have just taken it down from the mantelpiece when there is a timid knock on the door.
    ‘Yes,’ I say immediately.
    Stella stands at the doorway.
    ‘Do you want these stupid lights or shall I just bin them?’ I ask her, not looking at her directly.
    ‘I don’t want you to move out,’ she says.
    I turn to look at her. Tears pouring down her cheeks. I start crying too. ‘I don’t want to move out either,’ I bawl.
    She comes into the room and we hug each other and cry.
    ‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Really I am,’ I sob.
    ‘And I’m sorry I was such a bitch yesterday,’ she wails.
    ‘No you weren’t,’ I cry.
    ‘Yes, I was.’
    ‘We sound like two cats caterwauling,’ I sniff.
    ‘I’ll have the lights if you don’t want them,’ she says.
    ‘God, you’re so greedy,’ I say with a half-laugh.
    ‘That’s not true. The only thing I’m greedy for is shoes,’ she says.
    I laugh through my tears.
    She pulls slightly away from me. We stand facing each other. ‘When are you coming back?’
    ‘I don’t know yet. I just know that I need to be with my mom right now. She went to the police station last night and they didn’t give her much hope so I pray that Zane finds her.’
    ‘I’m not going to have Zane as my client anymore. You were right when you said I shouldn’t keep massaging him. The sooner I cut him off and start to heal, the better for me.’
    I smile at her. ‘That’s very brave of you.’
    ‘It’s not easy. I’m so jealous of you, Dahlia. Why couldn’t he have wanted me?’
    ‘Come here,’ I say, and taking her hand, pull her towards my bed. We sit next to each other. ‘I want to tell you something.’
    ‘What?’ she asks, a note of caution in her voice.
    ‘Zane doesn’t want me to be his mistress. He wants me to be his … sexual slave.’
    Her eyes widen. ‘What does that mean?’
    ‘During that one month I have to do anything he wants sexually.’
    ‘What does anything mean?’ she whispers making air quotes around the word anything. ‘Is he allowed to hurt you?’
    ‘He says if it appears I’m not enjoying something he won’t do it.’
    Stella turns beetroot red. She looks at me wishfully. ‘If you thought telling me this was going to make me less jealous of you, you have no idea about me. I am even more jealous.’
    My mouth drops open. ‘What?’
    ‘Just think. It is the ultimate sexual fantasy for every strong woman. To be forced to submit to a big and powerful man. To be completely at his mercy.’ She fans herself with her hand. ‘Oh god! It makes me hot and bothered just thinking about it.’
    I stare at her. ‘Really?’
    ‘Absolutely.’
    ‘Don’t you want to be an equal partner in a relationship?’
    ‘Pfftt … equal in bed? God, no. Where’s the fun in that? I love a man who lets his animal instincts take over. Who just wants to fuck hard. I want someone hot to look me in the eyes and tell me “Turn over you fucking slut. Get on your fucking hands and knees and put your ass up.” Yup, that’s my kind of man.’
    Slightly shocked, I giggle. ‘OMG! I can’t believe that’s what you like!’
    ‘That’s me. A total slut,’ Stella says airily.
    ‘Oh, Stella. I’m going to miss you so much.’
    ‘I’ll