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
Author’s POV Dolores watched as Marco left the room, his head down and a sad expression on his face. She knew he would have done anything to save her, but Vincenzo's threats were not empty. She had seen what he was capable of, and she knew she had to do whatever he asked, or she would end up dead. "Get on your knees, you filthy whore," Vincenzo commanded, releasing his grip on her hair. Dolores did as she was told, dropping to her knees in front of him. Her eyes were fixed on the bulge in his pants, and she knew what he was going to ask her to do. She could see the hunger in his eyes, and the thought made her stomach turn. "Do you know how much money you cost me, you ungrateful slut?" Vincenzo questioned, his voice harsh. "I brought you here, saved you from that awful place, and this is how you repay me?" "Please, spare me, sir, I will make it up to you," she pleaded, her voice shaking with fear. "Yes, you will," he commented, his fingers undoing his pants. "You will suck
Rosita’s POV A smile tugged at my lips as I watched my father in action, prosecuting the young, seemingly innocent man accused of murder. "He is not innocent, your honor, he is a serial killer. Maybe the woman saw something she shouldn’t have, and he didn’t want her to expose him, so he broke into her apartment in the middle of the night and killed her." My father argued, with a serious face, firm in his belief that this man had committed the heinous crime. "He should be arrested and put behind bars before he gets a chance to kill someone else, because there is nothing that connects him to being in that building at that moment in—" "Objection, your honor!" The defendant’s lawyer interrupted, and the judge permitted him to speak. "I have evidence that my client was in that building to see a friend, and he mistook her house for his friend’s, but he didn’t kill her, he found her already dead..." He trailed off and fished out a phone from his pocket. When the defendant's lawyer p
Deangelo’s POV "This is the place!" Romano announced, thrusting a finger towards the main door of a luxurious mansion. We had just walked into the gigantic courtyard, and it was creepily quiet. No cars, no guards, not a single sign of life. It felt like an abandoned dump, and my doubt about trusting Romano was increasing with every footstep. Romano, ignorant of my doubts, frowned at his smartwatch. "This is it. The GPS location is leading us right here. Vincenzo is behind that door, let’s go check it out." Suspicion and anger coursed through me, and I was unable to suppress them anymore. I grabbed Romano by the collar, yanking him back. "You better be right about this, cabrón (bastard). If you are not, this stupid deal between us is over." A chuckle escaped his throat, pushing my finger off his chest. "Relax, Scorpion. You are being paranoid. Just get your gun and follow me before they find out we are here, or else we are screwed." I nodded, pulling my handgun from my pock
Author's POV "What are you cheap dirtbags still staring at? Do you want to fuck her that badly? Even after you disobeyed my rules for this cheap slut?!" Vincenzo inquired, with his eyes never leaving his henchmen. The guards shook their heads in response, and they all turned to the gate of the dungeon. But before they could exit, a loud, ear-splitting blast shook the walls of the mansion, sending shockwaves throughout the whole place. They all lost their balance and almost fell to the floor, but they held the walls for support, as if their lives depended on it. The sound of countless gunshots, followed by the screams of people, echoed throughout the entire mansion. "What the fuck?!" Vincenzo shouted, a look of horror on his face. "What the hell is going on? How did they find us? You sneaky little bitch, tell me, do you have a tracking device on you by any chance? Are you trying to screw me over? I knew it was not a good idea to take you with us!" He bombarded her with question
Author's POV With a growl, the guards moved towards her, each grabbing an ass cheek and pulling her open. She gasped in sweet agony, feeling their hot breath on her wet, sensitive flesh. Abruptly, she felt a tongue dart out, tasting her sex, swirling around her pink pearl. She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle a moan. The other guard took his chance, burying his face between her legs, lapping at her clitoris. She caressed the strong tendons in the back of his neck, completely aroused now, feeling his hot tongue flick and lap at her folds, teasing her entrance. Silvia let out a loud sigh, closing her eyes, and letting the guards take her heaven; his fingers began a lust-arousing exploration of her soft clit. After a few moans of pleasure, the guards were both kneeling, their tongues dancing over her slit, their mouths sucking and kissing her tender flesh. She let out a low moan, feeling the tension build in her core. Her fingers gripped the rough stone walls, her hips roc
Author's POV "Move it!" Vincenzo growled, shoving Silvia forward with a force that sent her stumbling through the large doors of the mansion. She tripped on something, maybe a rogue stone or perhaps just her own exhaustion, and fell face-first into the marble floor. Her frustration manifested itself in the form of an audible groan, and she thought she saw black and white. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as she tried to push herself up, but her arms felt like stone. She collapsed back onto the ground, overpowered. Vincenzo’s heavy footsteps circled her body. "Get up, you lazy bitch. You still have a lot of ground to cover." Silvia shrieked as a merciless hand grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her upright. She clutched at his wrist, fighting against the excruciating pull on her scalp, the feeling that her hair was being torn out root by root. After what felt like a thousand years, she managed to regain her footing, wobbling unsteadily. Don Vincenzo moved in close, his
Rosita’s POV I held Dolores against my left shoulder, trying to force her to meet my gaze. "...Listen to me, mija (darling)!" But her green eyes were glued to the floor, her whole body an intense earthquake, like she was fighting a fever. "Get under the bed, mija. I won’t let those hijos de puta take you. Just do as I say, por favor." But the quivering just increased, followed by the sound— the disgusting crack of wood breaking, the door on the other side of the room giving way. A feminine voice, sharp and filled with hatred, cut through the air. "Perra! Open the fucking door now, don't let me come in there!" Dolores flinched, a shiver running through her spine that I could feel even through my own clothes. I frowned, realizing it was that whore, the one who had been torturing her. My grip tightened on the pistol I was holding, the cold metal an assurance for revenge. A rush of strength came to Dolores, and her anguish lessened. She sat up and swiftly dove under the bed.
Rosita’s POV My fingers were slippery on the gun grip, but I held it tight, my glare locked on Fernando. His golden eyes were bloodshot, a mad sparkle in those normally golden orbs. It looked like he wanted to tear me apart and swallow me whole. The way he slowly, deliberately wrapped that leather whip around his right wrist, it was meant to intimidate me, to scare me, but I wouldn't let him. I raised the gun a bit higher, keeping it steady and aimed directly at his chest. "Get out!" I declared, my voice dark and full of unspoken threats. "Get out, or I swear I will shoot you." Fernando raised his left hand, an indirect gesture, and the goons behind him seethed in anger. One of them, a monster with a shaved head, actually foamed at the mouth. "Boss, just say the word, and I will put her down!" he hissed. A grumble cut through the air. "What the hell is going on here?" It was Bruno, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. He pointed a trembling finger at Fernando and his men. "
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