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
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 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
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 Stefano’s voice pierced through the air, strained with pain, as two of Vincenzo’s henchmen ruthlessly gripped his arms, their grip like iron handcuffs. Each time the leather whip hit his bare chest, it left angry, red marks on his already bruised skin. Blood mixed with sweat as it ran down his forehead. Despite his legs being chained to the floor, he refused to give up. Gathering all his strength, he slammed his forehead into the face of the henchman on his right. The sound of his bones breaking echoed as the man’s head snapped back, momentarily shocking him into silence. Stefano then kicked the other henchman hard in the dick, the edge of the chains adding to the pain. The man fell to the floor, screaming in pain. Stefano’s gaze darted to Vincenzo, who was lying unconscious on a stretcher while his men worked to carry him out of there. "Boss, please, hang in there!" shouted one henchman, fear filling his voice. Thick red blood pooled beneath Vincenzo, the sight i
Deangelo’s POV My breath caught in my throat as my eyes landed on the beauty’s unconscious body on the cold room floor. Her skin was extremely pale, her legs, nose, and ears discolored and ice-cold. My stomach flipped, did somersaults, and dove right to my crotch. I staggered backward, nearly falling, but Miguel broke my fall. Rushing to the beauty's side, I tapped her chill cheek, calling out, "Wake up, little peasant." But she didn't move, her eyes remaining closed. Fingers shaking, I checked her breathing—faint, but there. I lifted her gently into my arms, cradling her fragile body as if she might crack like an egg. I ran out of the room as if my life depended on it and barked out orders to Miguel. "Get the doctor to come here as soon as possible!" My heart hammered with terror as I carried the beauty to my bedroom, kicking open the door. Placing her on the bed, I covered her with layer after layer of thick blankets, racing to my dressing room for more. I collected more b
Author’s POV Dolores's legs trembled as she raised the coffee mug to her lips, eyes darting side to side, alert for any signs of danger. Her usually immaculate appearance was messy, her clothes damaged, and her hair in a mess—a clear sign of the torture she had endured. Stefano shook his head as he watched her, knowing better than to inquire about the horrors she had faced. The frightened, savage shine in her green eyes told him she was a wild animal, forever vigilant in a dangerous jungle. The gruff voice of the Don of security, known as Hawk, cut through the long, hard silence. "Damn, amigo, I think that chica needs medical and mental attention. Because she is acting like the people at the mental asylum, why did you bring her here?" Stefano frowned, turning to his old friend. "No, she is not mad. You are the one who's gone mad. Tell me, how do you think the people at the mental hospital behave?" The two men burst into laughter, hugging for a brief second. Though Stefano of
Author’s POV Dolores fell to the floor at Vincenzo's feet, her hands clasped in plea. "Please, spare me! I knew nothing of Stefano's plan. I didn't want to leave with him, he forced me to go with him!" she pleaded. Vincenzo gazed down at her, a smug smirk curving his lips. "I saw what happened on my CCTV. You are useful to me." He gestured to his henchmen. "Take her away." Dolores grinned gratefully. "Thank you, Lord Vincenzo." She allowed the men to grip her arms, dragging her out of the office. On the main floor of the police station, Dolores was shocked to see the other employees frozen like statues, beads of sweat glistening on their foreheads as they were held at gunpoint by a group of Vincenzo's men in red suits. Vincenzo walked over to a remote, pressing a button that caused thick curtains to fall over the glass walls, thrusting the entire office into a soft light and secure from any eye outside the walls. Hawk was pinned to the wall, his hands cuffed behind his bac
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
Rosita’s POVI stared in silent horror as Romano sat beside me in the backseat, his strong arm draped possessively around my shoulder. A phone was pressed to his ear, and he puffed away on a massive weed stick, allowing the thick, hot smoke to drift through the enclosed car.The acrid smoke stung my eyes and made it hard to breathe. Coughing, I covered my nose, but Romano seemed unbothered, focused on his conversation."I’m on my way to have some fun with my lady," he growled into the phone. "Don't mess things up while I'm gone. If anyone comes looking for me, especially Scorpion, you know what to do."Unable to stand the suffocating atmosphere any longer, I acted out, knocking the weed from his fingers. It clattered to the floor as his violet eyes narrowed on me."What the hell is your problem, little angel?" he demanded, his lips puckered with annoyance. "Are you ready to talk to me now?"My mouth fell open when a ball of emotion curled up in my throat and refused to budge. Ignoring
Deangelo’s POV EIGHT HOURS EARLIER… My eyes snapped open, and I found myself staring up at a grayish, unusual ceiling. As memories of what had happened flooded my mind, a sharp pain pierced my head. My beautiful peasant—I had seen her being manhandled by one of my stepmother’s henchmen. My heart ached at the thought that something terrible might have happened to her. Sitting up, I took in my surroundings. I was in some kind of wet, smelly dungeon—even worse than the one I'd imprisoned Silvia and the beauty in before. There were no windows, and the heavy iron door had no visible means of looking out. Dragging myself to the door, I ran my fingers over the rough surface, my mind racing with a million thoughts. Had Ximena abducted me because I'd refused to go with her? Was she taking me to see my isolated father? Shoving my hand into my pocket, I felt a panic slam into my chest at the realization that my phone and lighter were no longer with me. I was completely disconnected fro
Rosita’s POV The loud blasting of classical music jolted me awake, the loudness of sound assaulting my ears. As I sat up, blinking in the bright light, I took in my surroundings. I was on a small bed in what appeared to be a massive warehouse. Dozens of other women, around my age or older, were stirring on similar beds, murmuring to one another in confusion. "Where are we?" the woman next to me whispered. I shook my head, clutching it as a sharp pain throbbed. "I... I have no idea. I'm just as lost as you." I answered. Racking my brain, I tried to recall the events of the previous night. The memory of the big mafia man picking me up came rushing back, and my heart clenched. This was not the freedom I had hoped for, what the hell was going on? Perhaps I had trusted Hugo a little too much. Abruptly, a group of thugs marched through multiple doors lining the warehouse walls, some carrying large guns, others carrying a basket of tools. One brave woman approached them, demanding