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 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"Get out! Now!" Deangelo yelled, gesturing wildly at the other two men. But they exchanged glances, fear mixed with defiance, and refused to obey, concentrating on their dark task of stealing the animals.Rage boiled inside him. This was his chance to prove himself, to protect the place that had offered him refuge. He sprinted toward the remaining man, seized his collar, and landed two powerful punches to his face. The man staggered backwards, unable to fight back as Deangelo spun him around, throwing him into his accomplices.They fell together, arms flailing in confusion, and he stood over them, feeling empowered. "Next time, you filthy thieves try to rob this farm again, I won’t go so easy on you. You all have one minute to leave before I change my mind."Grunts echoed from the ground as the men scrambled to their feet, quickly running out of the barn. Deangelo watched with a sense of satisfaction, a wave of relief crashing over him as they disappeared into the night.
Rosita’s POV "Spread your legs," the doctor repeated with his eyes fixed on my body. His rough hands moved to my hips, and he placed my legs on stirrups attached to the bed, my most private parts exposed. I felt the cool air of the room on my most private of places, and it was humiliating. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of what was about to happen. My teeth clenched, and I wanted to thrash and scream. “Fuck you!” I managed to hiss, my voice barely audible. “Fuck you both!” I snapped, my defiance stimulated by the sheer injustice of it all. Romano's hand gripped my neck, squeezing, I could feel his sharp fingers pressing into my skin, the lack of air making my head swim. He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a forceful kiss. I tried to turn away, but his grip on my neck tightened, forcing me to comply. "Let me go! You motherfucking sons of bitches!" I snarled, my voice low and filled with anger. I refuse to be a helpless victim, I would fight ba
Deangelo’s POV The hot sun beat down on me, sweat trickling down my bare chest as I trekked across the farm, heavy buckets of water splashing against my sides. Why the hell was I doing this? I should be packing up, getting ready to leave this place, not fetching water for animals that didn’t care if I stayed or went. Yusuf didn’t like it when I talked about leaving the other night. “You can’t just go to the airport without a flight ticket,” he had said. “I don’t have money to send you back to your country; we can figure things out.” But his voice irritated me. I didn’t want to be stuck here forever, playing farm boy. With a grunt, I threw the buckets down, water exploding everywhere, soaking the ground beneath me. That was when I spotted something—a dark object half-hidden behind the cow barn, covered with a black cover. My heart kicked into overdrive. Could it be? Yusuf had never mentioned anything about a car. I dashed over to the object, yanking the cover away. It was a yello
Author’s POV Ximena’s heart pitter-pattered as she opened the small bottle of poison, pouring a few drops into the delicate cup of tea in front of her. The bitter aroma escaped into the air, mixing with her fear. She was just closing the bottle when a sharp knock cracked through the kitchen. “I already told you guys that I don’t want any maids in here!” she snapped, turning to face the door. But her words faltered as two royal guards stepped in, bowing low with respect. Panic seized her chest; she quickly hid the bottle behind her, moving instinctively closer to the kitchen counter. “What do you want?” she inquired, her voice steady despite the hammering in her chest. One guard took a step forward, his face solemn. “Your Highness, you have a guest. He is outside the castle gate waiting for you; we haven’t seen him before, so we didn’t let him in.” A frown touched her face. Who could it be? She waved her hand dismissively, urging the guards to lead the way. Without wasting mu
Author’s POV Stefano stepped into the lobby of the law firm, forcing a smile that felt strange on his plastered face. He hadn’t set foot in the office for a week—being kidnapped and tortured managed to keep a man from his 9-to-5. The brief nods and murmured “Welcome backs” from colleagues hummed around him like a swarm of flies, but he barely caught their words. His mind was racing—he had a major court case pending, and nothing, not even this hell he’d endured, could hold him back. But then, the loudness of the television in the hall caught his eye. A news bulletin flashed across the screen, grabbing his attention and everyone else’s in the lobby. A male reporter's voice cut through the room: “The son of the Spanish king, Prince Deangelo, a notorious mafia and number one most feared don in the city of Mexico, was found dead in his bathroom by the queen.” A warm smile pulled at his lips, the soothing traveling to his chest and bringing him a sense of comfort. The don who held
Author’s POV "You are so fucking beautiful, Sweetheart," he remarked, licking his lower lip. "Thanks. I appreciate the compliment. What else do you want to do to me?" she inquired. "I want you to suck my dick and drink my cum. I will give you one hundred pesos." Dolores took his pants off and began to lick his erect penis; it wasn’t over-the-top big, but it had a decent size. The man was so aroused by her touch that he came within a couple of minutes; she swallowed the semen and cleaned the man's cock with her mouth. "Is that all? Is there anything else you would like?" she asked, her voice low. The man was getting hornier by the second, and it wasn't even ten minutes yet. Dolores had no problem with him being horny, though; he was rich. His cock was probably bigger than the cocks of the other average guys. "Would you be down for a quickie right here and now? I want to fuck you against the trashcan over there," he remarked, pointing at a large trashcan that was in
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