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 A much younger version of myself was in the middle of the club, dancing intensely with a group of friends, including my trusted bodyguard and best friend, Fernando. I was sweating, a bottle of cold beer clutched in my hand as I moved my hips to the upbeat music. Abruptly, my gaze landed on a beautiful girl, dancing alone, her hips shaking seductively as she shook out her long hair. She was wearing an extremely short black skirt that showcased her flawless thighs and left little to the imagination. One of my friends tossed an arm around my shoulder, laughing gently. "Wow, I see what is going on here. You like her, don’t you, Scorpion! You are the prince of Mexico—you can have any señora you want. Don't be shy; go to her!" I snorted. "We planned this as a guys' night out. I have already gone against my father's wishes to be here. I just want to spend time with my friends, not some chica." My friend burst into laughter, the others quickly joining in. "Forget abou
Rosita’s POV The large bean bag that reeked of weed and shit was yanked from my head, and my wig fell off, my dirty hair falling down around my face. As I tried to stand, I realized I was bound to a wooden chair, my hands tied behind the back and my legs secured to the legs. A hand reached forward, gently brushing the strands from my face, and I lifted my gaze to meet Romano's gorgeous smile. "My angel, aren't you just happy to see me?" he murmured. He leaned in closer, studying my face. "Hmm, I didn't know you were such a hot commodity. Word is on the streets that the don of whores also sent his men after you. He's rarely interested in women, but he went to desperate measures, even infiltrating a courthouse, to capture you." Romano's fingers trailed down my cheek. "I wish I had found you first. I would have hidden your beautiful face from the world, because men out there are hungry wolves." "The only hungry wolf I see is you, asshole!" I snapped my teeth as he withdrew his
Deangelo’s POV The sound of gunshots echoed from inside the courthouse, people running out in fear. Their faces were soaked with sweat, the kind that reeked of fear. Gripping two loaded assault rifles, I stepped out of my car, my henchmen rushing out of the accompanying black jeeps that took over the front of the court with Silvia among them. She slammed my car door shut with a quick kick, flashing a glimpse of her blue lace panties beneath her extremely short leather skirt. I quickly averted my gaze, following her as we pushed past the terrified crowd toward the courthouse entrance. The loud wail of police sirens pierced the air, but I paid no attention to them. Looking into the main floor of the courthouse, I took in the sight before me—the bullet-riddled walls, dead bodies of security guards strewn across the floor, and the stubborn bang of gunfire. Pressing the communication chip in my ear, I demanded an update from Hugo. His ragged breathing popped through the line. "I...I
Author’s POV Stefano sat at the table, his untouched picanha steak growing cold as he stared miserably at the numerous empty and half-finished beer bottles. His mind was consumed by the loss of the important documents and cash he had been entrusted with—a million pesos' worth of bribe money from his client. But his thoughts were equally troubled by the mysterious pregnant woman he had tried to protect, only to be abducted alongside her. Though she was of no relation to him, there was something about her that stimulated a paternal instinct inside him, a reminder of his own beloved daughter. Stefano shook his head, reprimanding himself for seeing his daughter in every woman he encountered. He reached for the bottle in front of him, only to have his boss snatch it away. "That's enough alcohol for today," the older man scolded. "I invited you here for dinner, not to drink yourself to death. I know it hasn't been easy, but you need to think about your health. We still need you aliv
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