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
Author’s POV Dolores took a deep breath, standing outside the hotel room of the don that Vincenzo had assigned her to. The thought that he was going to fuck her to death made her knees tremble. Madam Dinero had told her before she left the brothel how strong and powerful the don was and how he brutally fucked whores, without caring about their own pleasures. The only thing she had to do was make the don happy, and she would be free; otherwise, she would end up dead, just like the other women. The sound of loud footsteps approaching sent arctic needles of fear down her spine. "Here, have some money. Madam Dinero sent me over to give it to you for transport fare if you make it out of here alive. You shouldn't try to contact anyone during this period, and whatever happens in this room stays inside this room." A strange woman remarked, pressing a few bills into her hand. "Just a little tip: the don doesn't talk too much; he is reserved and just likes to get straight to the act," s
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
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
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