Author’s POV Dolores trembled, the sounds of muffled moans pulling her from her sleep. Sitting up, she winced at the throbbing in her head and the ache that filled her entire body. Glancing around, she found herself in a spacious room, dozens of men and women in their twenties and thirties scattered on the floor. Her gaze settled on a woman in front of her, her face buried in the ground as a large, Black man stood behind her, thrusting aggressively. He held her hips and rammed his large member into her tight tunnel as she screamed out in pleasure. "Oh god, oh god, don't stop!" The woman's moans were so loud that Dolores thought it was all a stupid dream. The man kept going, his balls slapping against her delicate skin. Dolores quickly averted her eyes, but the explicit sounds continued, the man ignoring her presence as he continued his brutal assault. The other occupants of the room crouched against the walls, trembling in fear as they watched the man that was fucking one of
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;
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
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
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 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
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
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
Deangelo's POVAn intolerable pain shot through my chest, a sharp, stabbing pain that stole my breath. I gasped, my body convulsing as I forced myself to sit up. A wave of dizziness crashed over me, blurring my vision.As my sight cleared, I glanced down at my arm. Medical tubes were connected to my veins, feeding liquids into my system. My entire chest was wrapped in bandages, and memories of the violence I had endured flooded my mind.I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I was in a moving plane, but it wasn’t my private jet. The interior was unfamiliar, the furnishings thin and down-to-earth. I was in a separate cabin, small and restricted. There was no one around me, no familiar face to offer comfort or explanation.Driven by a desperate need to understand what had happened, I grasped the tube connected to my arm and yanked it free, ignoring the sharp sting as it tore from my skin. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, testing my strength. My body ached as
Author’s POV"Why didn’t you let me out? I could have helped him. If he dies, it’s on you! I thought that he was your stepson, but it seems that I was wrong," Silvia yelled, her voice loud with accusation as she glared at Ximena.Ximena had her back to Silvia as she was digging through the randomly packed boxes inside the closed moving freight container. The air was sour and filled with the scent of gunpowder and explosives.She paused, a small smile gracing her lips. "There is a lot you don't know about me, little girl. If I could abduct my own husband and torture him, there is no telling what I could do.""I knew you were heartless," Silvia responded, "But not this heartless. What if Deangelo dies because of this? Do you think you would go scot-free if I tell the world that you were the one that murdered him?"Don Vincenzo, who had been pacing impatiently, stopped and walked over to Silvia, his face a mask of irritation. "Ma, should I just tie her mouth shut? She is talking too much
Rosita's POVMy stomach rumbled, an excruciating pain that had become an endless companion. I had been lying there for over twenty-four hours, without food, without water, without any sign of human contact.The room beneath me, the one with Dolores and the awful men, was empty now, an unbearable reminder of my helplessness. Fernando hadn't returned; he hadn't checked on me since he had spoken his last threats to me, leaving me to rot in this prison. As the hot morning sun flooded through the window, tossing a harsh glare across my face, I knew I couldn't stay there any longer.Whatever plan Fernando had for me, it couldn't be good.I scanned the room, my eyes searching for any way to escape. My eyes stopped at a wooden stool in the corner of the room with a large vase on top of it. A weird, unfamiliar flower bloomed inside, its petals an unusual shade of purple. I didn't care what it was; it was my only hope.Taking a couple of deep breaths, I began to crawl across the floor, my movem
Deangelo's POV Isabella carefully examined each phone, her slender fingers tracing the edges, her eyes scanning for any sign of tampering. The silence in the room was fat, broken only by her heavy breathing. "Um...there is nothing, boss," she finally said, shaking her head. "They all seem clean and untouched." I ran a hand through my hair, frustration chafing at my skin. A wire, a camera… there had to be something. How else could she have anticipated my every move? How else could that evil bitch have slipped through my fingers time and again? "Check the house," I ordered, my jaw thrust out. "Every room, every corner, look for anything out of the ordinary, leave no stone unturned until you find it. Anything that could explain this...this mess." The henchmen scattered across the room, walking off into the mansion's corridors, their footsteps echoing in the empty rooms. I remained in the living room, staring at the scattered boxes, a sense of helplessness crashing over me. My
Deangelo's POV I slid down the thick rope, the rough strings biting into my gloved hands, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Landing silently on the trimmed grass, I took in the surroundings, it was a low-priced mansion located in the middle of nowhere, so this was my stepmother’s secret hideout. The courtyard was covered in the warm light of the moon and also external lights. Heavily armed guards patrolled the perimeter, their eyes scanning the darkness with caution. They were well-trained experts, but none of them had spotted me yet. Silvia's voice popped in my earpiece. "Boss, can you clear the courtyard alone? Do you need backup?" I pressed a finger against the earpiece, whispering, "I don't need your help. If I do, I will let you know. Have you forgotten what I'm capable of?" "Sorry, boss. Just… finish the job." she replied. I hummed in response, the excitement building in my gut. I pulled out one of the katanas strapped to my back, the sharp blade shiny in the moon
Rosita's POV It had been a week since I arrived back in Mexico City, and each day felt longer than the last. I didn't know how much longer I could endure without seeing Deangelo's face, without hearing his voice, without feeling his touch. Wrapped in the silence of this lavish hotel room, I felt like a prisoner in my own mind, troubled by memories of him and by the fear that something terrible had happened. I curled up on the bed, wrapping my arms around my knees and burying my face in them. Fernando hadn't taken me back to his mansion or to Deangelo's. He had simply lodged me in this private hotel, checking in on me twice a day like a probation officer. During my long hours of isolation, I sometimes sang, a habit from childhood that had always calmed my nerves. A sharp knock echoed through the room, shattering my thoughts. I lifted my head, a deep part of me hoped that it was Deangelo or maybe it was Fernando and he had news. I couldn't wait for some human interaction, I was
Deangelo's POV Silvia pinched her nose shut with her thumb as she pulled open the car door for me. I carefully eased Hugo's body into the passenger seat, his limbs floppy and lifeless. It was a struggle not to break down, to let the grief consume me. I had barely managed to cope with Miguel's death, but this—this was different. The death of Hugo struck at my core, leaving a deep wound in my soul. I wasn't able to protect him, I had promised him, back when he had first joined my team as a naïve teenager. He was like the brother I never had, and now, I was the one who had to bury him. "Boss! Boss! Boss! Are you alright?" Silvia’s voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to reality. "We need to leave as soon as possible!" The intense shriek of police sirens grew louder and closer. A thick flood of water arced through the air, soaking the toxic smoke, dissolving it into a thin vapor. Another flood followed, then another, the fire extinguishers working in unison to quash the
Rosita's POVI twirled the pasta around my fork, the cheesy, golden strands sticking together. Pasta carbonara, Fernando had called it. I hadn’t tasted anything properly since… since the poison. I lifted the fork to my mouth, the first bite a timid offering to my recovering senses.As I ate, my eyes drifted to the television screen across the room, the news was on. A reporter was talking about Deangelo, her voice a loud babble that I couldn't quite catch. But the images, the poorly drawn police sketch, were plastered all over the screen. I recognized him instantly, despite the artist's unskillfulness and his signature eye patch. It was Deangelo.Fernando sauntered into the room, a glass of honey-colored liquid spilling in his hand. “If you ask me, Scorpion is much better looking than that drawing. If they really want to find him, they should at least get the picture right.”I chuckled, the sound foreign and unfamiliar. It was the first genuine laugh I’d had since waking up in this
Deangelo’s POV The sound of footsteps—was the first thing that registered, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap against the floor. My entire body hurt like it had been pierced with a thousand needles as I forced my eyes open. The light in the room, extremely bright and harsh, burned like acid against my eyeball. I groaned, squeezing my eye shut again, then slowly forced it open until it adjusted to the blinding brightness. Silvia. She was pacing back and forth, like an angry bird trapped in this golden room. Her face, usually an unreadable mask of controlled efficiency, was wrinkled with worry. The Beauty—that was the only thought clawing its way through the haze in my mind. I expected to see her, her beautiful face and energetic spirit filling the room, but instead, it was just Silvia. I pushed myself up in the bed, a shock of pain shooting through every bone in my body. "Princess?" The word escaped my lips before I could stop it. The moment she saw that I was awake, her face fell. Fat