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
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 POV I groaned as I reached for the pill container on the nightstand, the pain still throbbing at my right thigh like an unwelcome guest. Tossing several pills into my mouth, I chased them down with a quick gulp of water, feeling the cool liquid crash over my dry throat. As I set the glass back down, the muffled sounds of the TV jerked my focus. Squinting at the screen, I grabbed the remote and turned the volume up; my blood went cold as the reporter's voice filled the room. "In breaking news, renowned Mafia don and also Spanish prince, Deangelo Luis Valladares, is reported dead." A metaphorical fist punched me in the stomach. Confusion creased my brow. I was alive, but Ximena believed I was dead, I had no idea why. "Fuck!" I cursed under my breath; this was her doing. All her schemes are turning around me like a lion circling its meal. I needed to get home, needed to protect my father; but my body was betraying me, the pain was short-circuiting my brain. "You ha
Author’s POV "You are so fucking beautiful, Sweetheart," he remarked, licking his lower lip. "Thanks. I appreciate the compliment. What else do you want to do to me?" she inquired. "I want you to suck my dick and drink my cum. I will give you one hundred pesos." Dolores took his pants off and began to lick his erect penis; it wasn’t over-the-top big, but it had a decent size. The man was so aroused by her touch that he came within a couple of minutes; she swallowed the semen and cleaned the man's cock with her mouth. "Is that all? Is there anything else you would like?" she asked, her voice low. The man was getting hornier by the second, and it wasn't even ten minutes yet. Dolores had no problem with him being horny, though; he was rich. His cock was probably bigger than the cocks of the other average guys. "Would you be down for a quickie right here and now? I want to fuck you against the trashcan over there," he remarked, pointing at a large trashcan that was in
Author’s POV Stefano stepped into the lobby of the law firm, forcing a smile that felt strange on his plastered face. He hadn’t set foot in the office for a week—being kidnapped and tortured managed to keep a man from his 9-to-5. The brief nods and murmured “Welcome backs” from colleagues hummed around him like a swarm of flies, but he barely caught their words. His mind was racing—he had a major court case pending, and nothing, not even this hell he’d endured, could hold him back. But then, the loudness of the television in the hall caught his eye. A news bulletin flashed across the screen, grabbing his attention and everyone else’s in the lobby. A male reporter's voice cut through the room: “The son of the Spanish king, Prince Deangelo, a notorious mafia and number one most feared don in the city of Mexico, was found dead in his bathroom by the queen.” A warm smile pulled at his lips, the soothing traveling to his chest and bringing him a sense of comfort. The don who held
Author’s POV Ximena’s heart pitter-pattered as she opened the small bottle of poison, pouring a few drops into the delicate cup of tea in front of her. The bitter aroma escaped into the air, mixing with her fear. She was just closing the bottle when a sharp knock cracked through the kitchen. “I already told you guys that I don’t want any maids in here!” she snapped, turning to face the door. But her words faltered as two royal guards stepped in, bowing low with respect. Panic seized her chest; she quickly hid the bottle behind her, moving instinctively closer to the kitchen counter. “What do you want?” she inquired, her voice steady despite the hammering in her chest. One guard took a step forward, his face solemn. “Your Highness, you have a guest. He is outside the castle gate waiting for you; we haven’t seen him before, so we didn’t let him in.” A frown touched her face. Who could it be? She waved her hand dismissively, urging the guards to lead the way. Without wasting mu
Deangelo’s POV The hot sun beat down on me, sweat trickling down my bare chest as I trekked across the farm, heavy buckets of water splashing against my sides. Why the hell was I doing this? I should be packing up, getting ready to leave this place, not fetching water for animals that didn’t care if I stayed or went. Yusuf didn’t like it when I talked about leaving the other night. “You can’t just go to the airport without a flight ticket,” he had said. “I don’t have money to send you back to your country; we can figure things out.” But his voice irritated me. I didn’t want to be stuck here forever, playing farm boy. With a grunt, I threw the buckets down, water exploding everywhere, soaking the ground beneath me. That was when I spotted something—a dark object half-hidden behind the cow barn, covered with a black cover. My heart kicked into overdrive. Could it be? Yusuf had never mentioned anything about a car. I dashed over to the object, yanking the cover away. It was a yello
Rosita’s POV "Spread your legs," the doctor repeated with his eyes fixed on my body. His rough hands moved to my hips, and he placed my legs on stirrups attached to the bed, my most private parts exposed. I felt the cool air of the room on my most private of places, and it was humiliating. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of what was about to happen. My teeth clenched, and I wanted to thrash and scream. “Fuck you!” I managed to hiss, my voice barely audible. “Fuck you both!” I snapped, my defiance stimulated by the sheer injustice of it all. Romano's hand gripped my neck, squeezing, I could feel his sharp fingers pressing into my skin, the lack of air making my head swim. He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a forceful kiss. I tried to turn away, but his grip on my neck tightened, forcing me to comply. "Let me go! You motherfucking sons of bitches!" I snarled, my voice low and filled with anger. I refuse to be a helpless victim, I would fight ba
Author’s POV"Get out! Now!" Deangelo yelled, gesturing wildly at the other two men. But they exchanged glances, fear mixed with defiance, and refused to obey, concentrating on their dark task of stealing the animals.Rage boiled inside him. This was his chance to prove himself, to protect the place that had offered him refuge. He sprinted toward the remaining man, seized his collar, and landed two powerful punches to his face. The man staggered backwards, unable to fight back as Deangelo spun him around, throwing him into his accomplices.They fell together, arms flailing in confusion, and he stood over them, feeling empowered. "Next time, you filthy thieves try to rob this farm again, I won’t go so easy on you. You all have one minute to leave before I change my mind."Grunts echoed from the ground as the men scrambled to their feet, quickly running out of the barn. Deangelo watched with a sense of satisfaction, a wave of relief crashing over him as they disappeared into the night.
Rosita’s POV I could hear Dolores sobbing, her voice pleading with Fernando. But I knew it was no use. He wasn't going to stop. A loud crash filled the air as Romano knocked Fernando down with a bottle to the head. Fernando's grip on me loosened, and I sucked in a deep breath, gasping for air. Blood dripped down from Fernando's head as he lay unconscious on the floor. Dolores rushed to me, holding me in her arms as I tried to regain my composure. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice shaky. "I-I think so," I replied, still trying to catch my breath. "Take this for transport fare, I am leaving with my angel now," Romano declared, handing a few bills to Dolores. She quickly put the cash into her dress, and then we rushed out of the room, with Romano's grip firm around my wrist. We made our way out of the busy club and into the cold night air, the sounds of sirens in the distance. As we stepped outside, the reality of what had just happened hit me. I had killed a man. I had
Author’s POV Ximena examined her beautiful face in the small hand mirror, carefully patting the foundation on her delicate cheeks. She had done it. Deangelo was out of the way, and she enjoyed the thought of revealing the news to his father on his birthday. Today was a day of reckoning, a day she had planned carefully, with the final touches set to bring her one step closer to power. A small smile touched her lips, she shoved the mirror back into her handbag and took out a small glass bottle filled with poison. The hope of finally rising to rule Mexico excited her; in a matter of hours, everything would change. A knock on the window of the car she was in nudged her back to reality. Looking out, she saw a line of noble royal guards waiting to welcome her into the grand mansion that covered half the estate. The sounds of classical music came from inside as a guard opened her door for her. Stepping out, she carefully adjusted her long, elegant green dress and enjoyed the attentio