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
Author’s POV Rosita gripped the railing of the balcony, her knuckles turning white as she poured her heart into a familiar song—the one she would sing for her father and Dolores on their birthdays. Her angelic voice echoing off the walls of the mansion. Fat tears rolled like pearls down her pale cheeks as she longed for the comforts of her old life, before she had been swept up into this nightmare. As the last notes of the song faded from her lips, the insistent sound of knocking echoed from the door. Rosita knew it was Romano's henchman, who had been trying to coax her out for the better part of an hour. But she had no intention of submitting to their demands—marriage was the furthest thing from her mind. Romano's worried voice called out. "My angel, are you alright in there? Why aren't you opening the door?" The jingle of keys came before Romano's hurried footsteps, and Rosita tensed as he burst onto the balcony, seizing her hand and pulling her away from the railing. She cr
Deangelo’s POV I stared at the bottle of Romano's favorite wine in the backseat of the car, wiping off a bit of dust. I wasn't entirely sure why I was here, why I felt the need to see if Romano was still alive. But the look of disgust on the beauty's face, calling me a murderer, echoed in my mind. "You really don't need to do this, Papi," Hugo said from the front seat. "We both know Romano won't let you in after what you did to him, you aren't the type to be bothered about what other people think about you." I took a deep breath and sighed, the weight of the matter pressing down on me. "I know, but I want to make amends. I made a mistake shooting him just because he refused to give me the beautiful peasant, a senora has never come between us before." Hugo nodded. "I'm glad you see that. It's unlike you to feel remorse for a murder, especially of a don. But I will support whatever you want to do, here is a little something for protection." He concluded, taking out a pistol and gi
Author’s POV Vincenzo carried Dolores into another room in the mansion and tossed her to the cold floor before ripping off her clothes in one go. Dolores lay trembling, fear coursing through her veins like mercury. Quick, toxic. She was sure he was going to rape her, and this time, he wouldn't let her go. Instead, he took a pair of handcuffs from the wall, securing them around her wrists. Then, he lifted her onto the soft bed and attached her handcuffs to the headboard. Dolores was helpless, forced to lie naked before the mafia don, as one of his henchmen entered the room and handed him the toolbox for torture he had requested. Dolores's eyes fell on the various instruments: a vibrator, a strap-on dildo, and a nipple clamp. What would he use on her? She prayed she would survive the torture because it was already looking like some sick BDSM shit. Vincenzo removed a set of clamps, approaching her. "I will ask you again," he said, his tone deadly. "Who are you working for?" Dolores
Rosita’s POV I clutched my stomach, throwing up nonstop over the balcony rails. The dizziness and nausea were overwhelming, and my throat burned as I emptied the contents of my stomach. From the courtyard, I could hear Deangelo's henchmen yelling at me to stop, but I couldn't control myself. My stomach was turning and hurting like hell. Unexpectedly, a hand grasped my hair, pulling it back from my face as ice-cold water poured over my head, taking my breath for a second. I gasped, turning to see Deangelo, his expression filled with worry. "Are you alright?" he questioned, holding the empty bottle. I glared at him, unable to hide the disgust in my face. "No thanks to you and your henchmen, I'm not fine! What...what did you assholes do to me?" A small frown touched his face. "You wanted to kill yourself. I couldn't let that happen, so I asked Hugo to sedate you for your own good, you ungrateful little peasant." My mouth fell open as I tried to vomit again, but I choked
Author’s POV Dolores wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the touch of the chill night air on her skin as she got into the car waiting outside Don Deangelo's mansion. The moment she sat inside, the driver turned to her, handing her a bottle of water and a packet of birth control pills. "Take these, Madam Dinero asked me to give them to you. So, you won’t get pregnant even if the clients cum inside of you," he instructed. Dolores studied the instructions before swallowing two pills with a sip of water. Her gaze drifted back to the mansion, and for the first time since becoming a whore, she found herself wishing she could stay with the don she had so enjoyed in bed. But he had simply brushed off her proposal for a second round. "Buckle up," the driver said, and as she obeyed, her green eyes landed on Rosita rushing onto the balcony that was at the side of the mansion. Dolores blinked, slapping herself to ensure she wasn't dreaming. But the sting was real—this was no illu
Deangelo’s POV I covered the sleeping beauty with a blanket after Hugo had sedated her. Turning to him, I instructed. "You are not allowed to leave this room, keep a close eye on her and prevent her from harming herself when she wakes up." "Where are you going, Papi? You still haven’t decided on who to give up yet," Hugo demanded, his voice filled with concern. I didn’t answer, stepping out of the room. I wanted to spend the night with the whore Vincenzo had left, to see if I felt anything for another woman and determine if what I felt for the beauty was truly love, even though I had never experienced such an emotion before. Walking down the corridor toward my room, I ordered one of the henchmen standing guard to fetch the whore. Though I felt a sting of pity for the woman, I was going to use her to uncover the truth about my feelings. Entering my room, I removed my jacket, tossing it to the floor. My jaw slightly dropped in surprise at what I saw. Silvia was inside, dr
Deangelo’s POV My frown deepened as my gaze settled on the beautiful peasant, perched at the edge of the stairs. I had no idea why she was there or why she had allowed the other dons to see her. Fernando stared at her, scratching the back of his head in that animalistic way he always did whenever he encountered a woman he fancied. It grated on my nerves—why were all these dons so intrigued by her? She was undoubtedly beautiful and special, but I couldn't fathom how they were able to see what I saw in her. I wished I could pull out their eyes, so they would never look at her again. But Vincenzo's annoying voice drew my attention. He was standing near the beauty on the stairs. "I gave you my business card, but you never called. I'm a little insulted." The beauty scoffed, glaring at him. "Who gives a prisoner a cell phone?" Vincenzo nodded, accepting her point. Then, to my anger, he reached out to touch her beautiful face. I couldn't allow a filthy man like him to lay a
Rosita’s POV I clutched the edges of the extravagant wedding dress, hot tears running down my face as I watched the news report. The headline resounded that Don Romano, the "Don of Weed," had been shot dead in a shootout at his mansion. The reporter described the messy scene, where seven other people had also lost their lives. Now there was a vacancy for the fourth most powerful don in the city, and the police were searching the location to find Romano's killer. I gulped, the tears beginning to come fast. I wanted to be rescued, but not at the cost of someone's life. The realization that a man had died right before my eyes made me sick to my stomach. I hated myself for being pleased that Deangelo had come to save me. Sobs tore from the depths of my soul as I stood in the middle of Deangelo's living room, expecting the arrival of the very man who had heartlessly taken a life. As if he could hear my thoughts, he strode in, his expression cold and indifferent, as if he hadn't jus
Rosita’s POV The word marriage had never been in my dictionary ever since I watched my parent's marriage fall apart. My father was a heavy drinker; he would drink and come home just to hit my mother. One day, my mother left home and never came back again; my father mended his ways, but it was too late, it cost him his marriage. And now, I was being forced into a marriage. I took a deep breath and sighed, unable to understand why a powerful don, who could have any woman in the world, wanted to get married to me. The slender fingers of a group of ladies, touching my body and adjusting the elegant wedding dress clinging to my skin, brought me back to reality. I was standing in the middle of a dressing room, surrounded by ladies, some of whom were doing my makeup and styling my hair. I had to be the most beautiful bride, I had to look good for the wedding. I was about to be married to a crime boss. The thought itself sent chills down my spine. I didn't know the man and was not i
Author’s POV Warning: This chapter contains dark content, which some readers may perceive as rape, as well as violent and dark behavior. If you are not comfortable with this type of content, you may skip this chapter. "Please, faster, harder, don't stop," Dolores begged, her nails digging into his shoulders, her core squeezing his cock, her pussy clenching around his cock. But to her greatest surprise, he pulled his cock out of her at the last minute and felt him leaving the bed. She turned around to look at him, and a cold shiver worked its way down her spine. His mask clattered to the floor, and she saw a completely different look on his face. His eyes were extremely red, like he had just turned into a beast. The beast they had told her about, but ones without claws. Before she could utter a word. He pulled out the top drawer, took out a whip, and started whipping her all over her body, and the worst thing was, it wasn't a normal whip; it was a fire whip, and it burned her ski