Deangelo’s POV
With a sigh, I folded my arms across my chest, watching impatiently as my personal doctor administered an injection into the unconscious beauty's delicate arm. I couldn't fathom why she had suddenly fainted—I couldn't very well have her dying on me.
The doctor finished his work, carefully tucking the girl's hand back under the blanket. But before he could fully cover her, I snatched the fabric from his grasp, glaring at him.
"I will handle this," I growled, carefully placing the blanket over her lying body. My gaze lingered on her pale, beautiful face, a frown creasing my brow.
"Why did she faint?" I demanded, turning to the doctor. "Is she going to be okay?"
The man's expression was serious as he met my eye. "Where did you say you knew her from again? Is she another one of your whores? How long have you known her?"
I cut him off with a wave of my hand. "Just get to the point, underling."
Clearing his throat, the doctor leveled me with a pointed stare. "Um, does she have an eating disorder, by chance?"
My frown deepened. That couldn't be right—I knew she had been housed comfortably, with regular meals provided. But then, I recalled that she had been in our custody for several days now, with no food.
Cursing under my breath, I moved to exit the room, only to pause when I noticed the doctor's eyes shamelessly roaming over the girl's body. A swell of rage filled me, and my throat constricted.
"If you think I'm leaving you alone with her, you are sorely mistaken," I growled. "I have heard all about your perverted tendencies, you sick bastard. Of how you molest your female patients and touch them inappropriately when they are unconscious."
Grabbing the man by the hair, I dragged him out into the hall, tossing him roughly against the wall. "Get out of my sight," I declared. "And don't forget to tell someone to bring her something to eat when she wakes up. The nutrients I had you administer are only temporary."
The doctor hurried away, his tail firmly tucked between his legs. Fuming, I stormed down the corridor toward the living room, where Silvia and my right-hand man, Hugo, were engaged in a heated argument.
"Stop touching me, you pig!" Silvia snapped, slapping Hugo's wandering hand away from her lap. "Just because I’m part of the team doesn’t mean I’m not a woman!"
Hugo shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm not touching you because I see you as a woman. You are basically a man; you are flat-chested with little to no ass, and you talk and act like a man."
Silvia's eyes narrowed dangerously, and she reared back, her fist cocked. But before she could punch him, I strode up to them, cutting off her attack.
"Is the girl alright?" Silvia asked, feigning concern.
I didn't bother keeping the fury from my voice. "Stop pretending to care," I snapped. "How the hell has that beautiful peasant not been given anything to eat?"
Silvia had the decency to look ashamed. "I, uh, kind of forgot," she mumbled.
"You forgot?" I roared. "How can you forget to feed a human being? Why didn't you give her food when we were all eating?"
Silvia stiffened, rising from the couch to confront me. "Don't blame me, boss!" she yelled. "I'm not her babysitter. If you had just listened to me in the first place, we wouldn't be in this mess."
She glared up at me, her eyes burning with defiance. "You should just let her go now. Her father doesn't seem to care about her, anyway. She is of no use to us."
As much as I hated to admit it, Silvia had a point. I had no idea why I was so hell-bent on keeping the girl. But before I could respond, Hugo cut in.
"Since we can't afford to have a prisoner, you should just send the beauty back to the streets to find her father," he suggested. "Looks like Silvia's jealous and won't be feeding her anytime soon."
"Enough!" I barked, silencing them both. Turning to Silvia, I leveled her with a stern glare. "Make food for the girl. If anything happens to her, you will see the other side of me."
Silvia's eyes widened in fear, and she hurried off, muttering a shaky "Yes, boss."
With a frustrated groan, I turned and headed upstairs toward the security room. I needed to reevaluate my strategy— that old hag was proving to be more trouble than he was worth.
As I approached the door to the security room, the two henchmen on guard duty immediately straightened, lowering their heads in respect. One of them hastened to pull the door open, allowing me to walk inside.
The space was an absolute center of technology—computers, monitors, and a collection of electronic gadgets, all overseen by my trusted hacker, Miguel. The man was hunched over an Apple laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard with the focus of a seasoned gamer.
But as I moved closer, I couldn't help but notice the telltale light of an online game on his screen. Shaking my head in disapproval, I cleared my throat, causing Miguel to jump in his seat, a look of pure terror flashing across his face.
"B-Boss!" he stammered, hastily minimizing the game and pulling up a selection of CCTV footage.
"How is the search coming along?" I inquired, my tone clipped.
Miguel swallowed audibly. "Well, the last CCTV footage we have of him shows him entering a car." He paused, zooming in on the rough image. "But the camera couldn't capture the license plate."
I narrowed my eyes, studying the unclear footage. "That bastard knows he is being followed," I muttered under my breath. "He is a prosecutor; he has been chasing criminals for years, so it’s only fair he knows how criminals think by now."
Miguel let out a frustrated groan, muttering a string of curses in rapid-fire Spanish. "What's this son of a bitch doing here? Fuck!" he growled, pulling up a new set of security footage.
I leaned in, my gaze settling on the bulky, baldheaded body of Carlos, the don of the construction industry, standing just outside our front gates with his henchmen on both sides.
"Why don't you just pay him the money you owe?" Miguel questioned, a note of frustration in his voice.
I snorted. "Carlos and I go way back. I know damn well why he is not willing to let the rest of that renovation bill slide."
Straightening, I fixed Miguel with a hard stare. "Open the gate for him," I commanded. "I need to have a little chat with that fat son of a bitch."
Miguel heaved a resigned sigh, his fingers tapping a sequence of keys that caused the heavy, wrought-iron gates to swing open. "Here we go again," he muttered under his breath.
Deangelo’s POVI crossed my legs, making a show of adjusting my eyepatch as I brought the cigarette to my lips, taking a slow, careful drag. My gaze settled on the overweight body of Carlos, seated across from me, his brow furrowed in unconcealed anger."Scorpion," he growled, his voice all sharp edges, "You are the number one billionaire in this city. What do you think the other Dons will say when they find out you have been owing me 50 million pesos for years, and you have refused to pay?"I let out an exhausted sigh. "You know my number one rule is never to let strangers into my home," I replied smoothly. "And you, Carlos, are no stranger."His lips twisted into a scowl. "Then you should know why I deserve that money! You are just oppressing me because you are superior to me. You have got to stop this! I worked hard for those building materials, brick by brick!"I couldn't help but laugh, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. "If you want your money so badly, commoner, you should
Rosita’s POV My steps echoed through the hollow garage as I approached the black jeep, a deep frown spreading across my face. I couldn't believe Deangelo had the audacity to spank me—me, a lady of noble birth! The memory of his rough palm against my tender flesh still remained, and I shuddered involuntarily.Silvia's voice jolted me from my trance, and I turned to see the bitch placing a small communication device in my right ear. "This will allow us to guide you to the location you need to make the delivery," she explained.I nodded mutely, and Hugo strode forward, opening the driver's side door with a smirk. "Get in," he commanded.Reluctantly, I climbed into the jeep, moving to sit in the passenger seat. But Hugo's voice stopped me."No, what the hell are you doing? You will be driving, Chica," he said, his brow raised. "For your first mission, you will go alone, so the authorities don't get suspicious."I gripped the steering wheel with both hands, letting out a tired sigh. As I
Rosita’s POV As the woman approached, I instinctively yanked the car door open, shrinking back in my seat. But the woman simply smiled, her gaze warm and delightful."Don't be scared, Mami, I won't hurt you," she soothed, reaching out to pull me from the jeep. "Are you here to try out to be Lord Romano's queen, too?"I furrowed my brow in confusion, unsure of who this "Romano" character was. But before I could speak, the woman was already at my side, pulling the door wide open."Come on, don't be shy," she urged, her grip tightening around my wrist. "You are so beautiful, Mami. With you among the other contestants, there is a 100% chance Lord Romano will pick you!""I am not here for—" I opened my mouth to protest, but the woman pressed on, dragging me from the car and leading me toward the back of the growing line. The women were all half naked, with their boobs and asses on full display, while some of them were retouching their makeup.Suddenly, a lady bumped into me from behind, c
Author’s POVThe first light of dawn painted the sky and shone on the city houses. Dolores stepped out of a taxi, hurriedly paying the driver before rushing towards the messy mansion. Her heart skipped a beat as she approached the mansion, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of the crime tape surrounding the burned-out mansion.A voice calling out to her cut through the air, and she looked up to see her boyfriend, Bruno, waving from the other side of the tape. He was part of the forensics team, standing among the uniformed officers guarding the perimeter.Dolores rushed forward, but the cops held her back, refusing to let her pass. Bruno quickly intervened, informing the officers that she was with him. Relieved, Dolores ducked under the tape and ran to her boyfriend, who spread his arms to hug her.But she did not return the gesture, tears welling in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She cried, her voice hoarse. "Is Rosie, okay?"The guilt of forgetting her best fr
Rosita’s POV I pulled up the black skinny jeans, securing them at my waist, when a sharp knock sounded at my bedroom door for the second time."I'm coming!" I called out, rolling my eyes as I headed to the entrance.Two serious-faced guards, armed with long rifles, stood outside. "Follow us," one of them ordered gruffly.Gulping, I fell into steps behind them, my mind racing with a million thoughts. How had this become my life? Just days ago, I had been happily unaware of the dangers that waited outside the cage of my father's mansion. And now, I found myself a captive, trapped in the clutches of these merciless criminals, and it all happened on my birthday.I pushed the bitter thoughts aside, focusing instead on walking through the dimly lit corridors. As we stepped into the moonlit courtyard, I spotted Deangelo standing beside a sleek, yellow Lamborghini, a phone pressed to his ear."Do whatever you have to do to secure the place, kill the people there if they refuse; I don’t give
Rosita’s POV Deangelo stepped forward, grasping my wrist. "We were just leaving," he stated firmly. But I refused to budge, the image of the lifeless body still seared into my mind. I had not yet regained my composure, the panic attack still lingered as a film of tingles on my skin. Deangelo paused, his gaze dropping to the ground where his phone lay. Squatting, he retrieved the phone, wiping the dirt from the screen. A small frown crossed his face as the phone flickered and flashed, refusing to turn on. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, then turned his attention to me. "What were you doing with my phone, little peasant?" Before I could respond, Vincenzo moved closer, grasping my hand and pressing a wet kiss onto my palm. His grey eyes roamed hungrily over my body, and he licked his lips. "You are so beautiful, Senorita," he rumbled. "You should come with me. Deangelo doesn't have the heart to love anyone, he will just treat you badly. And he has a personality disorder
Author’s POV Stefano stormed into the spacious office of his boss, a balding, white-bearded man seated on an expensive couch, a glass of liquor in hand. Another man sat across from him, the two engaged in a fit of laughter. As Stefano entered, the humor on his boss's face instantly fell. "What are you doing in my office when I didn't summon you?" he demanded. "I remember telling you I don’t like you barging into my office without knocking, didn't I?" Stefano's gaze narrowed, shifting accusingly to the other man. "So, this is what you meant when you said you were 'busy'? I told you I had an emergency, Senor!" His boss raised a hand. "Lower your voice. I'm sorry for lying to you. Take a seat, and let's talk this out." Turning to the other man, he said, "Leave. We will catch up later." The man opened his mouth to protest, but a harsh glare from Stefano's boss silenced him. With a submissive sigh, he drained the remainder of his glass and shrugged on his suit jacket, has
Rosita’s POV I strolled out of the bathroom, my freshly washed hair wrapped in a towel turban. Crossing the room, I pulled open the closet, my eyes landing on the collection of fashionable clothing I had gotten the previous night. Though I was unaccustomed to wearing revealing attire, I did choose more romantic, feminine styles—soft lace, delicate florals, and soothing pastels. Sorting through the hangers, I selected a flowing maxi dress in a pale, floral print. Slipping the dress over my head, I struggled to pull it down, the fabric seeming to cling stubbornly. Just as I was about to call out for assistance, the door burst open, the sudden movement nearly causing me to lose my balance. "Why didn't you undo the buttons first?" Silvia's voice rang out from behind me. "I—I didn't know there were buttons," I admitted awkwardly. I felt Silvia's hands at the back of my neck. "How can you be so dumb? They are at the top," she commented, her tone surprisingly gentle. "Let m
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. "
Deangelo's POVAn intolerable pain shot through my chest, a sharp, stabbing pain that stole my breath. I gasped, my body convulsing as I forced myself to sit up. A wave of dizziness crashed over me, blurring my vision.As my sight cleared, I glanced down at my arm. Medical tubes were connected to my veins, feeding liquids into my system. My entire chest was wrapped in bandages, and memories of the violence I had endured flooded my mind.I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I was in a moving plane, but it wasn’t my private jet. The interior was unfamiliar, the furnishings thin and down-to-earth. I was in a separate cabin, small and restricted. There was no one around me, no familiar face to offer comfort or explanation.Driven by a desperate need to understand what had happened, I grasped the tube connected to my arm and yanked it free, ignoring the sharp sting as it tore from my skin. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, testing my strength. My body ached as
Author’s POV"Why didn’t you let me out? I could have helped him. If he dies, it’s on you! I thought that he was your stepson, but it seems that I was wrong," Silvia yelled, her voice loud with accusation as she glared at Ximena.Ximena had her back to Silvia as she was digging through the randomly packed boxes inside the closed moving freight container. The air was sour and filled with the scent of gunpowder and explosives.She paused, a small smile gracing her lips. "There is a lot you don't know about me, little girl. If I could abduct my own husband and torture him, there is no telling what I could do.""I knew you were heartless," Silvia responded, "But not this heartless. What if Deangelo dies because of this? Do you think you would go scot-free if I tell the world that you were the one that murdered him?"Don Vincenzo, who had been pacing impatiently, stopped and walked over to Silvia, his face a mask of irritation. "Ma, should I just tie her mouth shut? She is talking too much
Rosita's POVMy stomach rumbled, an excruciating pain that had become an endless companion. I had been lying there for over twenty-four hours, without food, without water, without any sign of human contact.The room beneath me, the one with Dolores and the awful men, was empty now, an unbearable reminder of my helplessness. Fernando hadn't returned; he hadn't checked on me since he had spoken his last threats to me, leaving me to rot in this prison. As the hot morning sun flooded through the window, tossing a harsh glare across my face, I knew I couldn't stay there any longer.Whatever plan Fernando had for me, it couldn't be good.I scanned the room, my eyes searching for any way to escape. My eyes stopped at a wooden stool in the corner of the room with a large vase on top of it. A weird, unfamiliar flower bloomed inside, its petals an unusual shade of purple. I didn't care what it was; it was my only hope.Taking a couple of deep breaths, I began to crawl across the floor, my movem
Deangelo's POV Isabella carefully examined each phone, her slender fingers tracing the edges, her eyes scanning for any sign of tampering. The silence in the room was fat, broken only by her heavy breathing. "Um...there is nothing, boss," she finally said, shaking her head. "They all seem clean and untouched." I ran a hand through my hair, frustration chafing at my skin. A wire, a camera… there had to be something. How else could she have anticipated my every move? How else could that evil bitch have slipped through my fingers time and again? "Check the house," I ordered, my jaw thrust out. "Every room, every corner, look for anything out of the ordinary, leave no stone unturned until you find it. Anything that could explain this...this mess." The henchmen scattered across the room, walking off into the mansion's corridors, their footsteps echoing in the empty rooms. I remained in the living room, staring at the scattered boxes, a sense of helplessness crashing over me. My
Deangelo's POV I slid down the thick rope, the rough strings biting into my gloved hands, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Landing silently on the trimmed grass, I took in the surroundings, it was a low-priced mansion located in the middle of nowhere, so this was my stepmother’s secret hideout. The courtyard was covered in the warm light of the moon and also external lights. Heavily armed guards patrolled the perimeter, their eyes scanning the darkness with caution. They were well-trained experts, but none of them had spotted me yet. Silvia's voice popped in my earpiece. "Boss, can you clear the courtyard alone? Do you need backup?" I pressed a finger against the earpiece, whispering, "I don't need your help. If I do, I will let you know. Have you forgotten what I'm capable of?" "Sorry, boss. Just… finish the job." she replied. I hummed in response, the excitement building in my gut. I pulled out one of the katanas strapped to my back, the sharp blade shiny in the moon