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
Rosita’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
Rosita’s POV "Fuck off," I snapped, unable to stop myself. "How can you call yourself a human being when you force someone to do things against their will? You are sick in the fucking head!" Deangelo raised his eyebrows. "Now, now, we can’t have that. You are in my territory now, so you will watch your language around me. Don’t forget you are still my prisoner." "I don’t want to be, why can’t you just let me go?!?" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Never." Deangelo’s visible eye glowed with flames. "You are mine, and I’m not letting you go until I find and kill your nasty old hag." He stepped aside, allowing me to enter the boathouse. His henchmen dragged me past a sleek motorboat, and I caught sight of a large black snake coiled up in the corner of the room. "Is that a…" I trailed off, staring at the dangerous-looking snake. "Yep, little peasant, that’s my pet boa," he grinned. "His name is Lucifer." He gestured to the henchmen, and they dumped me onto the ground. I
Author’s POV "Shit," the client cursed under his breath. "What a waste of goddamn money. I should have known better than to trust a new whore, your boss has a lot of explaining to do, that was absolutely humiliating given the price I paid for her ass." He glanced over at Marco, who was standing beside the bed. "Don't worry, sir, you can come back tomorrow. I will find a new girl. This one wasn't worth the price," he said with a smirk. "Keep the change," the client said as he slapped a few dollar bills on Marco’s bare chest. With that, the client left the room, leaving him alone. It was the next morning, and Dolores still hadn't returned to finish what she started the night before. Marco let out a sigh, running a hand through his thick hair. He had enjoyed fucking the girl, but he was disappointed that the client had gotten upset. He had thought that Dolores would be able to handle him. Marcos grabbed a robe and put it on, tying the rope around his waist as he walked out of t
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
Rosita’s POV My stomach clenched as Fernando's hands began roaming her naked skin, his lips finding her neck and nibbling on the sensitive flesh. He was touching her in ways she'd never been touched, and it made me sick. Fernando was clearly enjoying himself, but Dolores seemed frozen, her green eyes wide with shock and fear. "This is what your friend is," Romano whispered in my ear. "A fucking whore, a cum bucket." His soft, intimate murmur ghosted down my spine. I didn't want to believe it, but the evidence was right before my eyes. My best friend was a sex slave. She was nothing more than a toy for these men to play with. A loud gasp left my lips as Fernando slapped Dolores across the ass, his hand leaving red marks on her buttocks. "Stop pretending like you don’t like it just because your friend is watching," he commented, slapping her across the ass again, but she pursed her lips, refusing to moan. "I haven’t forgotten how you begged me to fuck you the last time I paid
Rosita’s POV After a series of countless hits, he stopped. He had enough. "Look at the view. It's a beautiful view, isn’t it? People are living their lives; you can see them, but they can’t see you. Don’t think I am abusing you just because I whipped you, it was simply a punishment to remind you who is boss. You are my breeder, and you belong to only me," he said and threw the belt away. Romano stood in front of me, and an unreadable expression appeared on his face. "Your back is bleeding. It looks so... sexy," he commented and took his phone out. He took a picture of my back, making me flinch. He put his phone back into his pocket and then untied the ribbon from my mouth. I spat out the saliva that was left. I was exhausted. The pain was taking over my body, making me a little dizzy. "Now, we can have some fun," he remarked and got onto the couch. I let out a loud scream as he ripped the tight shirt dress off my back and poured alcohol on my bare back. It hurt, but I didn
Rosita’s POV I fought back the stinging tears as I looked across at Dolores, seated on the small couch before me. Her green eyes were brimming with unshed tears, her expression one of intense sorrow. Grasping my hands, Dolores spoke of trying to find me for months since my disappearance. But she abruptly cut herself off, refusing to complete the speech. I frowned, curious as to what she was hiding. "What about my father?" I pressed, unable to stop myself. "Have you seen him? How is he doing? Is he eating properly?" Dolores shook her head, wiping at her eyes. "He…he is fine. He is living well, although his only daughter has been missing for months. I promise you, whatever he is going through isn’t as bad as what I’m going through. I’m not just being called a whore…" Her voice broke into a sob. "I’m actually one, Rosie." A salty trickle snaked its way down my spine and shocked me into a frozen stupor. I gasped, stunned. My pure, hardworking best friend, a whore? It was so unli
Author’s POV Silvia tugged at the rubber band holding her long red hair in a ponytail, allowing the crimson locks to fall down her back. Strolling into the security room, she felt a bit lightheaded—the aftereffects of the drugs that had taken over her body during Ximena's attack. She had tried in vain to protect Rosita, fighting to keep the young woman safe. But Ximena's forces had overpowered her, flooding her system with the debilitating drugs. Now, she was determined to find out what had happened to Deangelo. But Hugo had been vague, simply stating that his mother had taken their boss and that Silvia had nothing to worry about—he'd be back in a few days. The moment her eyes landed on Miguel's lifeless body, slumped over his desk, she let out a high-pitched scream. The head of security, one of her closest friends in this place, was dead, his clothes soaked in dried blood. Miguel’s head had been smashed open like a coconut, and his pink brain was on full display. His right ch