"Finders keepers," Deangelo growled, his voice all sharp edges. "I found her first, commoners, she belongs to me. The only reason she's still breathing is because I saved her from that fucking fire." Romano snorted, pushing his way further inside. "You think you can just claim her like that? She's not a damn trophy, Scorpion." Fernando gave a series of hand gestures in sign language. Deangelo translated, "You may have found her, but that does not make her yours. We have a stake here, Papi." Vincenzo's voice cut like a knife through the tension. "This isn't some playground game. She's a person, not a prize to be fought over?" As their voices rose, they suddenly fell silent, snapping their eyes to Rosita. She was rushing towards the door. DeAngelo's eyes narrowed as he took a step towards her. "Little peasant, don't even think about it." **** Rosita's life has been anything but ordinary. Homeschooled and sheltered by her overprotective father after a near-fatal stalking incident, she dreams of escaping to college and pursuing her passion for music. But her father's plans to enroll her in an online university leave her feeling trapped and desperate. On the day, she finally decides to away, a fire overtakes their home, trapping her in her room. Just when she thinks all hope is lost, her metal door is broken down—not by her father, but by Deangelo Luis Valladares, the most-feared mafia drug lord in the whole of Mexico. With an intriguing, sinister smile, he extends his hand to Rosita through the smoke-filled room. Will Rosita take his hand and let him save her, or will she be taken by force? Can a breathtaking beauty like Rosita survive in a world ruled by mafia dons who live like kings and control Mexico City?
View MoreDeangelo’s POVSix Hours Earlier…The taxi's horn blasted, yanking me out of my worried thoughts. I turned towards the sound, spotting the driver leaning out the window, his face painted with frustration."Hey, uomo, are you going or not? It’s very late. I’m tired of waiting. You are wasting my time, I could have used it to pick up other customers!" He yelled in a violent stream of Italian, a language I couldn't understand, but his anger was obvious.I fished out my phone, fumbling with the screen. It was pathetic; I should have brought someone who spoke Italian. Miguel… God, I missed him. My heart clenched at the memory of his death. I opened the translator app, knowing I had to calm this guy before he drove off and left us stranded.Walking over to him, I held the phone up to his face as he spoke into it. The app let out a translation of his outburst. "If you don’t want to go, take your luggage out of my car, because it’s almost midnight and my working hours are almost up.""Take ou
Author's POV Dolores paced anxiously inside her room, a phone pressed to her right ear, nervously chewing on her fingernails. She was nervously waiting for Bruno to answer, desperate to talk to him. She still hadn't been able to recover from the shock of him getting married to another woman so soon. His phone rang for the hundredth time, unanswered. "Pick up the damn phone! Pick up! Pick up!" She muttered to herself, pleading with him to pick up, but he stubbornly refused to answer. Abruptly, a loud knock reverberated on the door. Dolores froze, ice trickling through her veins at the thought that she had been caught. She had stolen the sleeping Madam Dinero's phone to call Bruno, and it seemed the old witch was awake now. She ignored the knock, desperately redialing his number. The banging on the door increased. When the call failed to connect again, she fought the urge to toss the phone across the room. A voice came from behind the door, deep and familiar, a male voice. I
Author’s POV The moment Rosita pulled the cloth from the stranger's mouth and began struggling with the unique knots that tied her hands to the sink, the stranger gasped for breath and started speaking quickly in Italian. Rosita frowned, completely lost. She didn't understand a single word. "Um...I'm Spanish," Rosita said in English, hoping the woman understood. "I don't speak Italian, but I can speak a little bit of English and Japanese." The color left the woman's face; her small mouth formed an O of shock. "Oh," and switched to Spanish, a relieved expression crossed her. "Don't worry about it; I can also speak Spanish, my parents are mixed. I wanted to say, thank you for coming in, even though I couldn't tell you anything." "I'm glad I could help, even if I thought you were a friend who had suddenly gone missing," Rosita replied, finally managing to loosen the last knot. The stranger's hands were free. "Was...the friend you were looking for a woman with red hair and smo
Author’s POV Queen Ximena looked royal and majestic as she sat on a throne-like chair in an extravagant mansion, the tip of an expensive cigarette glowing between her red lips. A faint smirk played on her lips as a maid, trembling slightly, entered the room with a tray filled with ripe, bright strawberries. The maid squatted before her, offering the tray. Ximena took a long drag of her cigarette, her eyes narrowed, and then delicately picked up a strawberry with her long, manicured fingers. As she placed it in her mouth, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the luxurious room. Chewing slowly, her eyes drifted towards the door, instantly locking on Don Vincenzo. He was accompanied by a group of his henchmen, each carrying heavy baggage. Ximena sat up on her chair, her eyes hardening. She pushed the tray away, ignoring the maid who screamed as she lost her balance and fell to the floor, scattering strawberries across the marble floor. She stepped over the fallen
Deangelo's POV"Ignore her," I commented, my fingers dipping between her delicate thighs, sliding into her soaking pussy."You are a bad boy," she whispered, her lips trailing down my neck, her tongue swirling around my pulse point."And you are a bad girl," I teased, my fingers thrusting deep inside her, curling upward, brushing against the spongy spot, eliciting a moan."I think I will have to punish you," I murmured, withdrawing my fingers from her and bringing them to her mouth."Suck it clean, princess," I ordered, forcing my digits between her lips.Her eyes widened and then fluttered shut as she sucked my fingers clean."Mmmm," she hummed, her tongue sliding between each digit, savoring her own taste."Good girl," I praised, pulling my fingers from her mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting us."Deangelo," she whined, her voice barely audible, her head resting against my shoulder."Shhh, Silvia will hear you. Get on your fours, and under no circumstances must you utter a wor
Deangelo's POV "I... I can't fit this whole thing in my mouth," she complained, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sure, you can, just use your tongue," I replied, stroking her hair. "I can't believe this has entered me," she commented, glaring at me. "But don't take my hesitation for my weakness, I can also be a baddie when I want to." "Then show me what you can do, princess, enough with the small talk," I scolded, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head forward. "Don't touch me," she warned, her hand reaching for my wrist. "Don't worry, I will guide you." I coaxed, pulling her head toward me, my half-erect cock pressing against her soft lips. "Open wide," I ordered, her eyes shooting daggers at me. She slowly opened her small mouth, and I pushed my cock past her lips, her warm tongue wrapping around the head, her fingers gripping the base. "That's it, baby," I coaxed, my cock twitching in her mouth. "Mmm," she hummed, her tongue swirling around the ti
Deangelo's POV I stared out the plane window, the bright clouds blurring into a canvas of white. My gaze shifted to the newspaper in my lap, and a flood of sad satisfaction crashed over me. At least the Mexican public was still cheerfully unaware of my father’s disappearance. I had to bring him back, restore order, and ensure Ximena never set foot on Mexican soil again. "Papi," Hugo’s voice cut through my thoughts. I glanced across the VIP cabin and saw him and Silvia seated together. Silvia was asleep, her head resting on his right shoulder. Hugo mimed a lovesick expression, mouthing. “Feels good.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Just keep trying," I mouthed back. “She will come around eventually.” Before our silent gossip could continue, the beauty’s voice broke through, loud and clear. “Why are you guys whispering?” She questioned, her voice casual. “Silvia is just resting her head on his shoulder because she has no other option. It’s not a big deal. Hugo has little to
Author's POV "Stefano! Stefano! Stefano!!!" Stefano heard a stubborn voice calling his name inside his head, followed by sharp pokes to his left shoulder. His frustration manifested itself in the form of an audible groan as his eyes snapped open in annoyance. "Leave me alone! Let me sleep for fuck's sake!" he shouted, his voice thick with sleep and lingering exhaustion from the previous night's interrogation. But the poking continued, the person trying to wake him up not ready to give up. "This isn't your house, mi amigo. It's the police station, how can you try to get comfortable here? Huh?" the voice insisted. He ignored the comment, burrowing deeper into his sleep. The next sensation was far more shocking. An intense pain exploded on his skin, followed by an electric jolt that threatened to end his life as he realized that he was being tased. His eyes snapped open, filled with a rage that temporarily suppressed the lingering sleepiness. "What the hell is your problem, y
Deangelo's POV The blunt impact of Victoria's words crushed me, like a suffocating blanket of pain. My father was dead; I fought against the grief threatening to consume me, focusing instead on the job that needed to be done. I had to find Ximena to make her pay for what she had done. The intelligence team, President Victoria had assigned, was still seated around the large table in what used to be my old meeting room—a room where I’d plotted strategies for drug distribution, now reused for something far more personal. They looked at me with sad eyes, surrounded by screens displaying maps and surveillance data. President Victoria spoke up, her voice filled with emotion as she explained the situation. “The queen contacted us just a few minutes ago, demanding we stop looking for her unless she was going to hunt us down and kill us. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't back down, not after how the king lifted me up when I had nothing and treated me like a daughter all those years
Rosita’s POV As I sat in front of my bedroom mirror, brushing out the long, pitch-black strands of my hair, a soft melody spilled from my lips—a song I had composed myself, a celebration of the freedom I was about to recover. In just a few short minutes, I would turn 24 years old, the age my father had promised to allow me to step outside the boundaries of this golden cage I had called home for the past decade. After the incident that had occurred when I was just 12, he had kept me locked away, homeschooling me and even arranging for my college education to be completed online. But now, the day of my freedom had arrived. I could hear the excited activity of the servants downstairs, preparing the mansion for my birthday party. My father always permitted me to step out of my room whenever he was present, though I knew his overprotective nature came from a place of genuine concern. Still, I couldn't help but feel trapped, longing for the opportunity to experience the world beyond th...
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