"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 MoreRosita’s POVI felt something furry brush against my skin, and my eyes snapped open. To my greatest horror, a large black rat was sitting on my chest, nibbling on a chunk of cheese.Overcome with fear, I let out a high-pitched scream. The rat jumped off my face, its razor-sharp claws scratching my skin, before dashing away.My gaze followed the rat as it crawled over Silvia, who was lying like a corpse on the floor with her arms and legs spread out. I sat up on the shaky bench, wrapping my arms around my knees as I took in our surroundings—a filthy dungeon, reeking of urine and feces, the only light filtering in through a small, barred window.A dull ache pounded in my head, and I groaned, remembering the alcohol I had consumed. But I couldn't recall how I had ended up in this despicable place. I looked around, wracking my brain, but I couldn’t remember anything.Silvia's angry voice cut through the silence. "Why can't you just be fucking quiet for once, Perra?" she snapped, sitting u
Author’s POVLa Perla Negra—The Black Pearl—was a high-end brothel located on the outskirts of the city. It was owned and operated by Vincenzo, the crime boss who had saved her from a fate worse than death. He had transported Dolores there instead of the strip club he had signed her up for, so she would gain experience first.Dolores was about to begin a new life as a prostitute. She looked at herself in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at her. Gone was the girl that had been abducted, her face covered with dirt and her clothes stained and torn. In her place was a woman, dressed in a tight, black dress that hugged her curves and showed off her ample cleavage. Her makeup was expertly applied, her eyes smoky and her lips painted dark red.Dolores felt her pulse quicken as she thought about what was about to happen. She was about to sleep with a man for money, and the thought both excited and terrified her.As if she was being monitored, the door to her dressing room
Deangelo’s POVI glared at Rosita, curled up on the couch, and barked, "Get up." But she simply shook her head, refusing to obey.I couldn't understand her audacity. Didn't she realize she should be trembling in fear, now that I had reclaimed her? Her rebelliousness only increased my anger."Get up, now!" I demanded again, my face tight with anger. "I am not going to ask you again, you sneaky little bitch." She looked away from me, her expression was one of anguish and a kind of pain I had never imagined until now. "Leave me alone." she finally muttered. Gritting my teeth, I walked toward her, grasping her delicate hand and yanking her to her feet. But as I pulled her up, I was taken aback by the way she staggered, as if unable to walk steadily.Instinctively, I drew her into my arms, my face inching closer to hers. She puckered her lips, eyes closed, clearly anticipating a kiss. But I grasped her chin, forcing her mouth open with a grunt.The strong scent of alcohol assault
Author’s POV"It's the law," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers. "You will be officially working as a whore in my organization, so I will have to pay taxes on you."She felt a ripple of anger, but the feeling was quickly replaced by fear as she noticed the gun in his hand. "I don't care about taxes, I just want my friend back. I was told that she is dead, but that’s bullshit," she muttered."Sign the document," he demanded, his voice cold and threatening."What will you do if I don't?""I'll kill you," he said simply, his eyes boring into hers.She swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribs. She knew she didn't have a choice; she had to sign the contract and hope that Vincenzo would keep his word.Dolores picked up the pen and signed the document, her hand shaking like a leaf. As soon as the ink dried, he snatched it from her grasp, a triumphant smile on his lips."Thank you, little bird. I promise you won't regret it," he said, his eyes flashing with dark intent.She s
Author’s POVVincenzo's eyes followed her gaze, narrowing as they landed on the henchman. His nostrils flared, and for a second, Dolores was afraid that he might lose control. But then, he simply nodded, his expression neutral once again."Leave us," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.The henchmen hurried out of the room, the sound of their footsteps echoing down the hallway.Vincenzo's eyes flicked to the blonde whore, who was still standing next to the chair. "You too, Lucia."She pouted, running a hand down his chest. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay, Daddy? I could make it worth your while."Vincenzo shook his head, brushing her hand off. "No, conduct yourself, I have a business to attend to."Sophia sighed but obediently left the room.The door closed behind her, and Vincenzo finally spoke. "So, little bird, I called you here because I want to recruit you as one of my VIP whores in my biggest hotel, but first I want you to strip. Now.""Excuse me?" she inqu
Rosita’s POVMy mouth hung open in shock as I examined the lively strip club. Half-naked women danced on poles, their ample asses on full display as they shook and rotated for the loud crowd of men below.One particular stripper was getting the most attention, the men surrounding her pole stuffing wads of cash into her panties and bras. One man even slapped her hard across the buttock, only to then shower her with more money. Another poured beer over her glistening skin, the men eagerly lapping up the frothy liquid as it splashed onto their faces.A smile graced the woman's lips as she enjoyed her moment in the limelight, the other women at the club watching her with envy. She was a beautiful blonde with long, silky hair, an angelic face, and a perfect, hourglass body. She looked like the girl next door, yet she was shaking her ass for a bunch of horny drunks."I love you!" shouted one of her admirers as he stuffed money into her panties."Me too!" screamed another as he threw more ca
Author’s POVDolores savored each bite of the delicious paella and tapas, relishing the flavors on her tongue. Despite being held captive by a ruthless mafia don, she couldn't help but enjoy the exquisite cuisine.But her moment of relief was shattered as the door to the room burst open with a resounding thud. Spinning around in her chair, she found herself face-to-face with two of the don's henchmen."Get up," one of them barked, grabbing her by the hand and yanking her from the chair. "This isn't your father's house, puta, and you are not here to eat free meals. You are here to work, and that’s what you are going to do."Dolores reluctantly followed, though she couldn't help but ask, "What kind of job does your boss want me to do? I know he is the don of whores, but I'm hoping he doesn’t want me to become one."The henchmen exchanged a glance, and one of them moved to block the door as the other seized Dolores' wrist, dragging her toward the bed. With a strong shove, he pushed her d
Deangelo’s POVI leaned against the railing of my balcony, an ignited cigarette hanging from my lips as I glared out at the gates of my mansion. The sun's glare reflected off the windowpanes, but I paid no attention to it, taking a long, slow drag of the cigarette and holding it in for several moments before exhaling."I am such a pendejo." I cursed myself inwardly, wondering why I had let my guard down around the beauty during the driving lesson. Now, she was out there in the dangerous streets of Mexico, free to reunite with her bastard father.My eyes narrowed as the gates swung open, and my henchmen returned on their different motorcycles, parking them in the middle of the courtyard. They all faced the balcony as they removed their helmets one after the other. Silvia, in particular, tossed her red hair dramatically, shooting me a hot look."I'm sorry, boss," she said, loud enough for me to hear. "We couldn't find her. We searched every corner of the private road, the forest, the ma
Rosita’s POVThe foul stench of alcohol assaulted my senses, and I felt my stomach spin in disgust. The strong odor had always made me sick, reminding me of the violent outbursts that had plagued my father during his darkest days as an alcoholic.Slowly, I opened my eyes, my vision gradually adjusting to the dim lighting of the room. Trailing the source of the smell, I froze as my gaze landed on a man lying beside me, his large, plump lips parted in sleep."Ahhhh!!!"Screaming in shock, I was silenced as the man's hand clamped over my mouth, his other arm snaking around my waist. I struggled to process what was happening until the memories of the previous night came rushing back.I had fled into this man's limousine, desperate to escape Deangelo's henchmen. When I told him I had nowhere to go, he had offered to help me. And then... I had passed out after eating his food.Breathing heavily, I stared into the man's golden eyes as he shushed me, his voice low and deep. "No need to panic;
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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