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
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
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 “T-They found us,” I whispered, my fingers anxiously parting the window blinds. Dolores grunted, stuffing a few bundles of cash into her pockets. "Who found us, Rosie?" I narrowed my eyes at the car parked in front of the apartment building. The doors were pushed open, and a group of people stepped out of the car. My blood turned to ice as I saw that it was Madam Dinero and her goons. The lackeys were cocking their guns, their big eyes scanning the surroundings as they moved towards the building. I turned back to Dolores, my face serious. "It's Madam Dinero and her underlings, those two dickheads from before. They found us." She stared at me, appearing confused and frustrated, with maybe a little bit of fear in her eyes. "How...how did they find us?" she questioned, but it was a rhetorical question. She squatted down and picked up the plastic bags filled with food from the floor. "I can't... I can't go back to being a sex slave, we have to lose them." "We do
Rosita's POV "Strip!" I put the book down on my chest, my heart pitter-pattering against my ribcage as my fingers found their way to the tiny buttons of my jeans. I had never felt this turned on from reading a novel before, but there was something about the way the words flowed that made me think of Don Deangelo. I couldn't help but imagine it was him asking me to strip, his tongue working its magic on me instead of the fictional man in the story. "Take off your clothes," I whispered to myself, my fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans. I closed my eyes, letting the words crash over me as I wriggled out of my pants, leaving me in nothing but my lacy panties and tank top. My fingers trailed down my belly, stopping just above the waistband of my panties. I bit my lower lip hard, imagining it was Deangelo's fingers, not mine, that were tracing the outline of my most sensitive spot. I slipped my hand inside, my fingers finding their way to my clit as a moan of ecstasy slippe
Deangelo’s POV The security guard, practically trembling with respect, greeted me with a "Welcome, Your Highness," and led me towards the glass doors of the office. He swiped his card on the reader next to the door, and the light flashed green. The door clicked open in a snap, and he grabbed the handle, pulling it wide and bowing his head again. I took a deep breath and let it out, praying that it was truly President Victoria on the other side of the door, not her being held hostage by my evil stepmother and Vincenzo. "What are you waiting for, pendejo?" Romano's voice cut through my thoughts, impatient as ever. "We are finally here. Are you having some doubts about me? Do you think I would set you up?!" My mouth dropped open, ten rebuttals on my tongue. I pursed my lips and walked into the room as slowly as I could, my hand resting on the gun holstered at my belt. The moment my eyes registered what was inside, I nearly fell to the floor. Romano caught me, steadying me with a
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. "