Author’s POV As the experienced henchmen spread out, securing the gym, Deangelo's heart threatened to smash free from his chest as the sight of his father’s henchmen dragged him back in time. Deep down, he prayed it was his self-absorbed and isolated father who had come—the arrogant patriarch he had fled years ago after their brutal fight on the night his mother died. Though he tried to act unbothered, he yearned for his father's approval, craving an apology from the man who had never once come looking for him. Even after physically and emotionally hurting him. But the sparkle of white stiletto heels destroyed those hopes. Deangelo's lip curled in disgust as his stepmother came into view, her bright smile making his skin crawl. "Son!" she called, her sweet voice echoing through the spacious place. Ximena rushed toward him, her arms outstretched, but Deangelo side-stepped her attempted hug, scowling as she settled for an innocent peck on the cheek. "What are you doing here,
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
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 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
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 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
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 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
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
Author’s POV The moment her eyes met his set of golden ones, she gasped and stepped back. It was—it was Don Fernando. The balcony window was wide open, letting in a rush of cool air. "W-What are you doing here?" she inquired, her voice cracking ever so slightly. "How did you get into the mansion? Did you come to abduct me? To take revenge for what we did to you the other time?" He cut her off, his expression cold. "I didn't come to kidnap you. I have something more important to do." "More important than me?" She said, moving closer to him, running a finger down his chest in a desperate attempt to hide her fear. "You could… Kidnap me; take me anywhere you want. I wouldn't mind. I'm tired of this place, and I'm willing to take anything you throw at me. You can stab me, spank me, or try to strangle me to death, for all I care." He stared at her in disgust, grabbing her hand and pushing it away from his chest. "I liked you better when you were innocent and didn't want me. There
Author’s POV The bright morning sun streamed through the window, its strong golden rays touching Dolores’s face. The warmth felt good on her skin, a brief moment of comfort until a sharp, unbearable pain burned through her stomach. The memory of being held down on the bed, Madam Dinero’s henchmen standing over her as the needle sank into her arm, came back with disgusting clarity. The pain increased, and Dolores screamed, a deep, harsh sound that echoed through the walls. She fell off the bed, landing hard on her face. She cried as she tried to push herself up from the floor, but her limbs felt weak and unresponsive. The pain in her stomach was unbearable, a burning, twisting pain that robbed her of her strength. She clutched at her abdomen, crying out, "My baby!" Hot tears streamed down her pale cheeks as she remembered the deal she had made with Vincenzo. Now, there was no way out of this hell, no escape from this whorehouse. She felt a warm, sticky liquid trickling down
Deangelo’s POVSix Hours Earlier…The taxi's horn blasted, yanking me out of my worried thoughts. I turned towards the sound, spotting the driver leaning out the window, his face painted with frustration."Hey, uomo, are you going or not? It’s very late. I’m tired of waiting. You are wasting my time, I could have used it to pick up other customers!" He yelled in a violent stream of Italian, a language I couldn't understand, but his anger was obvious.I fished out my phone, fumbling with the screen. It was pathetic; I should have brought someone who spoke Italian. Miguel… God, I missed him. My heart clenched at the memory of his death. I opened the translator app, knowing I had to calm this guy before he drove off and left us stranded.Walking over to him, I held the phone up to his face as he spoke into it. The app let out a translation of his outburst. "If you don’t want to go, take your luggage out of my car, because it’s almost midnight and my working hours are almost up.""Take ou
Author's POV Dolores paced anxiously inside her room, a phone pressed to her right ear, nervously chewing on her fingernails. She was nervously waiting for Bruno to answer, desperate to talk to him. She still hadn't been able to recover from the shock of him getting married to another woman so soon. His phone rang for the hundredth time, unanswered. "Pick up the damn phone! Pick up! Pick up!" She muttered to herself, pleading with him to pick up, but he stubbornly refused to answer. Abruptly, a loud knock reverberated on the door. Dolores froze, ice trickling through her veins at the thought that she had been caught. She had stolen the sleeping Madam Dinero's phone to call Bruno, and it seemed the old witch was awake now. She ignored the knock, desperately redialing his number. The banging on the door increased. When the call failed to connect again, she fought the urge to toss the phone across the room. A voice came from behind the door, deep and familiar, a male voice. I
Author’s POV The moment Rosita pulled the cloth from the stranger's mouth and began struggling with the unique knots that tied her hands to the sink, the stranger gasped for breath and started speaking quickly in Italian. Rosita frowned, completely lost. She didn't understand a single word. "Um...I'm Spanish," Rosita said in English, hoping the woman understood. "I don't speak Italian, but I can speak a little bit of English and Japanese." The color left the woman's face; her small mouth formed an O of shock. "Oh," and switched to Spanish, a relieved expression crossed her. "Don't worry about it; I can also speak Spanish, my parents are mixed. I wanted to say, thank you for coming in, even though I couldn't tell you anything." "I'm glad I could help, even if I thought you were a friend who had suddenly gone missing," Rosita replied, finally managing to loosen the last knot. The stranger's hands were free. "Was...the friend you were looking for a woman with red hair and smo
Author’s POV Queen Ximena looked royal and majestic as she sat on a throne-like chair in an extravagant mansion, the tip of an expensive cigarette glowing between her red lips. A faint smirk played on her lips as a maid, trembling slightly, entered the room with a tray filled with ripe, bright strawberries. The maid squatted before her, offering the tray. Ximena took a long drag of her cigarette, her eyes narrowed, and then delicately picked up a strawberry with her long, manicured fingers. As she placed it in her mouth, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the luxurious room. Chewing slowly, her eyes drifted towards the door, instantly locking on Don Vincenzo. He was accompanied by a group of his henchmen, each carrying heavy baggage. Ximena sat up on her chair, her eyes hardening. She pushed the tray away, ignoring the maid who screamed as she lost her balance and fell to the floor, scattering strawberries across the marble floor. She stepped over the fallen
Deangelo's POV"Ignore her," I commented, my fingers dipping between her delicate thighs, sliding into her soaking pussy."You are a bad boy," she whispered, her lips trailing down my neck, her tongue swirling around my pulse point."And you are a bad girl," I teased, my fingers thrusting deep inside her, curling upward, brushing against the spongy spot, eliciting a moan."I think I will have to punish you," I murmured, withdrawing my fingers from her and bringing them to her mouth."Suck it clean, princess," I ordered, forcing my digits between her lips.Her eyes widened and then fluttered shut as she sucked my fingers clean."Mmmm," she hummed, her tongue sliding between each digit, savoring her own taste."Good girl," I praised, pulling my fingers from her mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting us."Deangelo," she whined, her voice barely audible, her head resting against my shoulder."Shhh, Silvia will hear you. Get on your fours, and under no circumstances must you utter a wor