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
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
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
Author’s POV A small, black rat ran across the floor of the women's cell, causing the inmates to scream and scramble in a panic. The rat swiftly ran into the dark corridors, where the police officers started yelling and shouting at each other to catch it. Their eyes followed its path as it headed towards the men's cell. The moment the rat crossed the metal bars of the cell, Silvia slammed her right foot down with a grunt, crushing it beneath her. She tossed her hair back, a gesture that somehow intensified her already intimidating presence. "Fuck, I can't believe that this is what my life has been reduced to," she muttered, her voice filled with disgust. Hugo burst into laughter, his laugh bounced around the cell and scraped against Silvia's skin. "Hahaha, this is what we get for going against our boss," he teased. "And it's refreshing to see you mistaken for a dude and thrown in the male cell with me and these bunch of losers." His gaze swept arrogantly over the other male pris
Author’s POV As they continued kissing, her body pressed against his, his erection increased, pressing against her immaculate thigh. Ximena suppressed a shiver, forcing herself to keep her mouth on his, to return his passionate kisses. After a few more moments, he broke the kiss, pulling back slightly. His eyes were hooded with lust, his gaze hungry. "Now," he growled. "I want to fuck you here and now, inside this bathtub, and you are not going to say anything or object, because when I am finished with you, you will be begging for more." "O-Okay," Ximena agreed nervously. She knew this was her chance, her opportunity to regain the upper hand. She just needed him to lower his guard, just a little bit, and then she would strike. Alessandro's hands found her ample breasts, kneading the flesh. His slender fingers slid under the lace bra, stroking her sensitive nipples. Ximena couldn't help but gasp, arching into his touch. She moved, straddling him as she ground her hips against
Author’s POV A blanket of darkness concealed the night sky, and the moon shone over the roofs of the houses in the city. Bright headlights cut through the pitch-black darkness as a car, a fancy black Rolls Royce, passed through the magnificent gates of a heavily guarded roadside mansion. A group of men in charcoal grey suits, rifles held at their sides, stood in the courtyard, their faces serious and expressionless. The car rolled to a stop in front of them, Ximena sat frozen in the passenger seat, her hand closed tightly around the door handle. She took a deep, steady breath, about to throw open the door and confront the men. "Ma…" Vincenzo's voice, strained with agony, stopped her. She turned to look at him, he was pale, clutching the side of his belly. His hand, wrapped in a bloodied bandage, trembled slightly. "Are you sure about this?" he inquired, his voice lower than usual. "The last time I tried to reason with that scumbag, he wasn’t gentle, he has a terrible temper.
Deangelo’s POV The cold night breeze thrashed through the open bathroom window, pebbling my skin with goosebumps. I fought to keep my eyes open, the lack of sleep since the doctor dropped that bombshell pressing heavily on me. I grabbed the beauty's pale cheeks, forcing her mouth open, and tossed the painkiller pills inside. I opened the bottle of water I had in my hand, using my teeth, and began pouring it down her throat. She struggled, her body arching against the ropes I used to tie her hands to the showerhead of the bathtub. I pinched her lips shut, forcing her to swallow the pills. Her eyes were hollow, and it was clear she was even skinnier than before. A lightbulb flashed in my head, a risky, desperate plan, but it was the only option. It was the only way I could save her life. I stepped away from her, pulling my phone from my pocket, my hands shaking nonstop. I turned it on and quickly dialed President Victoria's number. The phone rang and rang before she finally pi
Author’s POV Romano growled, an animalistic sound like a wild animal, and pressed the barrel crown of his handgun against Fernando's delicate forehead. "Get out of my fucking house!" he yelled. Fernando met his gaze, his expression indifferent, showing no hint of fear. "Stop acting like a little bitch," he said calmly. "Come with me to Italy, mi amigo. Our flight leaves in an hour. You are the only one who can save her life, you don't need to tell me what you poisoned her with or how you did it. Just give me the antidote, if you have one." Don Romano cocked the gun, his finger tightening on the trigger. "If you don't get out of my sight this instant, I will forget that you are my best friend and send a bullet through your goddamn skull!" A masculine chuckle escaped Fernando’s lungs, though it held no humor. "You can't shoot me, amigo. You don't have the balls, and I never wanted to be friends with you in the first place..." His voice trailed off, and he continued, "You were th
Author’s POV Stefano looked away, not wanting to be affected by her eyes. "You have no right, absolutely no right, to ask me about our daughter. I begged you not to leave me, not to leave her! She was so young and fragile. She desperately needed her mother. But what did you do?" he asked with a scoff. "You left and never looked back. And now, after all these years, when she no longer needs a mother in her life, you have the nerve, the audacity, to come here saying you want to see her? It's too late for you to act like a mother figure. I will never forgive you for what you—" She cut him off, moving closer to the bed, placing her hand on the edge, her voice loaded with emotion. "We both know I left because of you, Stefano. I couldn't stand you when you were drunk! We both know how much you abused me whenever you were drunk. Rosita might not have understood then, but she would now. I wanted to see her because I heard you didn't give her a good childhood, that you ruined her life, and
Author’s POV Stefano's eyes snapped open, his gaze fixed on the sterile white ceiling of the unfamiliar room. The periodic beeping of a machine nearby and the faint throbbing in his right arm, along with the sharp prick of a needle, told him he was in a hospital bed. He yanked the oxygen mask from his face and sat up, his head swimming. He looked around the empty room, a wave of nausea crashing through him. He reached for the IV tubes connected to his arm, yanking them out with a rush of anger. A sharp pain shot through his arm as the needle tore free, causing blood to well up. He ignored it, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He tried to stand, but something strong pulled him back down. His stomach flipped as he slowly looked down, his heart beating rapidly. His eyes widened in shock as he realized that his legs and hands were chained to the bed. He was completely trapped; there was no escape. A choked scream escaped his lips, filled with frustration and rage. T
Deangelo’s POV Sweat coated my shirt to my back as I pounded hard on the door of the room where the hotel staff said the doctor was staying. The love of my life was dying, and I was losing it, slowly losing my fucking mind. The image of her writhing in pain before I left our room burned into my memory, disturbing me. The door finally swung open, revealing an older man in a bathrobe, his eyes scanning me from top to bottom. He said something in Italian, his voice spiked with irritation. "Do you speak English?" I questioned, my voice hoarse. He nodded. "Yes… I do a little. Who are you?" "It doesn't matter," I declared, trying to keep the worry from my voice. "You need to come with me, now. My girlfriend is dying, and she needs medical attention as soon as possible." A woman's voice called out from inside the room, "Honey, who is that?" The doctor glanced back into the room. "It's a patient," he replied. "There is an emergency. I will be back in a few minutes, I promise." "
Author’s POV The mafia don’s grey eyes widened in horror as he caught sight of his mother. His hips came to a stop as he pulled himself out of the woman, leaving her lying on her stomach, her ass raised, and her hole filled with his sperm. Ximena couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight. There was cum spilling out of the woman's well-shaved pussy, a large pool of white fluid spreading across the carpet beneath her. Her son's huge cock was slick with it, coated in their combined juices. He stared at his mother, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. "M-Mother," he stammered, his voice hoarse. Ximena shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She was still dazed by what she had just seen, her brain struggling to process the sight. Finally, she found her voice and blurted out, "Oh my goodness, son!" she shouted, her voice echoing in the room. "What the heck are you doing?! You should be welcoming our guests, not... not this!" "Ma!" he whined, looking anxiously