Deangelo's POV Eight hours earlier, all the memories of what happened ran on an unforgiving reel in my brain. Pushing past the royal guards standing guard outside the dungeon room, I ignored their protests, my mind only focused on my father's safety. But the sight that greeted me as I burst into the room froze me in my tracks. My father was fighting for his life; Ximena’s right arm was wrapped like a metallic rope around his neck, holding him pinned against the bars of the gigantic cage. He was gasping for air, a red flush mottling his pale skin. The royal guards in the room, had their guns raised, they couldn't make up their minds and were stuck between a rock and a hard place. “Just give the order, Your Highness!" one of them shouted, his voice growing stronger. "I will do what needs to be done!" "She is a wild beast that can't be tamed!" The other guard cut in; fear crossed his face. "She needs to be put down. I know that she is your wife, but give us the order; it is o
Author's POV Dolores was deeply affected by her suicide attempt, the pain and trauma still ricocheting through her. But here she was, seated in a chair in Don Vincenzo’s office, the air around them as thick as the ocean. He stood before her, slicking back his long dreadlocks, binding them tightly with a rubber band, with his usual air of confidence. Yet the seriousness of his expression made his handsome face all the more rugged and tough. He turned to her, his hair still dripping from his recent shower, and spoke. "Madam Dinero has informed me of the situation, the main reason for your little attempt at self-destruction," he remarked, his tone sharp and disapproving. "But I'm not happy about it, from the way Madam Dinero didn't handle it on her own to the way you decided to take matters into your own hands. Everything was already stated in the whore's contract about how a pregnancy should be handled. This has only happened a few times; even then, the whore wasn't careful enough
Rosita's POV I stepped into the clinic room, carrying a bowl of water and a soft towel over my left shoulder. My stomach flipped when the room came into sight. The doctor stood beside Silvia’s bed, adjusting the IV drip connected to her right arm. He turned to face me, grabbing his suitcase as he adjusted his tie. “I apologize for asking you to do this; please don't tell the boss about this, but my nurses are unavailable right now, and Silvia needs a bath,” he said, his voice soft. “She should be awake by now, but…” “It’s no problem,” I interrupted, forcing a smile. The memory of Silvia’s ruthlessness still hurt, but I pushed it down, focusing on the job at hand. As the doctor left, I walked towards the unconscious Silvia, my heart skipping a beat. Her eyes were shut tight, her face extremely pale. I swallowed hard, placing the bowl on the nightstand and dipping the towel into the cold water. I squeezed it dry and moved Silvia's hand. But as I reached out to take it, my
Deangelo's POV My head was spinning, and I was struggling to make sense of all this new information. I stared at Manuel, standing in front of the large suspect board, his plastic cane pointing at photos of royal guards and the limited security footage from the morning of my father’s disappearance. The board contained little information, just an account of the incidents. "The queen's goons helped her escape the dungeon and they fled through the backdoor of the castle, after which, they entered a van parked outside, and one of them spotted the CCTV cameras in front of the castle walls and shot all of them before they left," he explained with a serious expression on his face. "I am still searching nearby CCTV to see what really happened. It was frustratingly unclear and..." “So, let me get this straight,” Hugo cut in, exasperation filling his tone. “You came all the way from the mansion, leaving it unguarded, to tell us you found nothing?” Manuel snorted; a shadow of annoyance cr
Author's POV Stefano tucked himself into a small ball with his arms wrapped around his legs, and his cheeks pressed against his knees, he was in the cold confines of a jail cell. His thoughts an unstable storm of regret and pain. His life, once a picture of success and respect, had fallen apart in a mere two months, leaving him a prisoner in both body and mind. The gossiping voices of the other inmates cut through his thoughts, their words filled with disgust. "Why did they bring him to our cell?" one of them asked. They glared at him, covering their noses with exaggerated gestures. “He smells like shit! They should get him out of here, or at least let him take a shower!” another one complained. Stefano’s jaw tightened as he fixed a glare on the man, his eyes then drifting downward to his own clothes. He was still wearing the same muddy outfit he’d had on when Hawk had dragged him from the swamp. Even a former friend hadn't cared enough to offer him a chance to clean up before
Rosita's POV I stood there, rooted to the spot, a collection of naughty thoughts colliding in my mind. Why had I called him? Why was I standing at the backdoor, staring at Deangelo like a lovesick teenager? He had been a mess just minutes earlier, physically assaulting Hugo. As well, with all the action that had been going on, I now just realized how gorgeous he was—he was like a Greek god carved from darkness and sin, an almost unbearable sight to behold. The other dons were handsome in their own ways, but none of them could hold a candle to Deangelo. He possessed a raw magnetism that drew me in, a dangerous charm that whispered of both pleasure and pain. My stomach flipped as he walked toward me, his black shirt clinging to his large muscles; my heart took off like a kite in a windstorm. His scent, an intoxicating combination of leather, gunpowder, and something uniquely his, filled my nostrils, stealing my breath. Before I could even form a coherent thought, he reached me
Rosita's POV The new nickname rolled off his tongue like a delicate lick on an ice cream cone; it was the first time he was calling me something other than little peasant, and I liked it. He captured my lips in another intense kiss, his hands exploring my body, setting every inch of my skin ablaze. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting him desperately. He groaned, his hand tangling in my hair, gripping it tight. He pulled back, gazing down at me, his eye filled with desire and something else. Something softer or perhaps deeper. "You are mine," he growled, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hip, "I'm not letting you go." He crushed his mouth against mine, his tongue plundering my depths. I clung to him, his words sending a thrill through me. I wanted to be his and needed to be his. He broke the kiss, his hands reaching behind me to unzip my dress. My body tensed, the anticipation almost unbearable. He slid the garment down, his eyes drinking in the
Deangelo's POV The blunt impact of Victoria's words crushed me, like a suffocating blanket of pain. My father was dead; I fought against the grief threatening to consume me, focusing instead on the job that needed to be done. I had to find Ximena to make her pay for what she had done. The intelligence team, President Victoria had assigned, was still seated around the large table in what used to be my old meeting room—a room where I’d plotted strategies for drug distribution, now reused for something far more personal. They looked at me with sad eyes, surrounded by screens displaying maps and surveillance data. President Victoria spoke up, her voice filled with emotion as she explained the situation. “The queen contacted us just a few minutes ago, demanding we stop looking for her unless she was going to hunt us down and kill us. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't back down, not after how the king lifted me up when I had nothing and treated me like a daughter all those years
Rosita's POV “T-They found us,” I whispered, my fingers anxiously parting the window blinds. Dolores grunted, stuffing a few bundles of cash into her pockets. "Who found us, Rosie?" I narrowed my eyes at the car parked in front of the apartment building. The doors were pushed open, and a group of people stepped out of the car. My blood turned to ice as I saw that it was Madam Dinero and her goons. The lackeys were cocking their guns, their big eyes scanning the surroundings as they moved towards the building. I turned back to Dolores, my face serious. "It's Madam Dinero and her underlings, those two dickheads from before. They found us." She stared at me, appearing confused and frustrated, with maybe a little bit of fear in her eyes. "How...how did they find us?" she questioned, but it was a rhetorical question. She squatted down and picked up the plastic bags filled with food from the floor. "I can't... I can't go back to being a sex slave, we have to lose them." "We do
Rosita's POV "Strip!" I put the book down on my chest, my heart pitter-pattering against my ribcage as my fingers found their way to the tiny buttons of my jeans. I had never felt this turned on from reading a novel before, but there was something about the way the words flowed that made me think of Don Deangelo. I couldn't help but imagine it was him asking me to strip, his tongue working its magic on me instead of the fictional man in the story. "Take off your clothes," I whispered to myself, my fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans. I closed my eyes, letting the words crash over me as I wriggled out of my pants, leaving me in nothing but my lacy panties and tank top. My fingers trailed down my belly, stopping just above the waistband of my panties. I bit my lower lip hard, imagining it was Deangelo's fingers, not mine, that were tracing the outline of my most sensitive spot. I slipped my hand inside, my fingers finding their way to my clit as a moan of ecstasy slippe
Deangelo’s POV The security guard, practically trembling with respect, greeted me with a "Welcome, Your Highness," and led me towards the glass doors of the office. He swiped his card on the reader next to the door, and the light flashed green. The door clicked open in a snap, and he grabbed the handle, pulling it wide and bowing his head again. I took a deep breath and let it out, praying that it was truly President Victoria on the other side of the door, not her being held hostage by my evil stepmother and Vincenzo. "What are you waiting for, pendejo?" Romano's voice cut through my thoughts, impatient as ever. "We are finally here. Are you having some doubts about me? Do you think I would set you up?!" My mouth dropped open, ten rebuttals on my tongue. I pursed my lips and walked into the room as slowly as I could, my hand resting on the gun holstered at my belt. The moment my eyes registered what was inside, I nearly fell to the floor. Romano caught me, steadying me with a
Deangelo’s POV "This is the place!" Romano announced, thrusting a finger towards the main door of a luxurious mansion. We had just walked into the gigantic courtyard, and it was creepily quiet. No cars, no guards, not a single sign of life. It felt like an abandoned dump, and my doubt about trusting Romano was increasing with every footstep. Romano, ignorant of my doubts, frowned at his smartwatch. "This is it. The GPS location is leading us right here. Vincenzo is behind that door, let’s go check it out." Suspicion and anger coursed through me, and I was unable to suppress them anymore. I grabbed Romano by the collar, yanking him back. "You better be right about this, cabrón (bastard). If you are not, this stupid deal between us is over." A chuckle escaped his throat, pushing my finger off his chest. "Relax, Scorpion. You are being paranoid. Just get your gun and follow me before they find out we are here, or else we are screwed." I nodded, pulling my handgun from my pock
Author's POV "What are you cheap dirtbags still staring at? Do you want to fuck her that badly? Even after you disobeyed my rules for this cheap slut?!" Vincenzo inquired, with his eyes never leaving his henchmen. The guards shook their heads in response, and they all turned to the gate of the dungeon. But before they could exit, a loud, ear-splitting blast shook the walls of the mansion, sending shockwaves throughout the whole place. They all lost their balance and almost fell to the floor, but they held the walls for support, as if their lives depended on it. The sound of countless gunshots, followed by the screams of people, echoed throughout the entire mansion. "What the fuck?!" Vincenzo shouted, a look of horror on his face. "What the hell is going on? How did they find us? You sneaky little bitch, tell me, do you have a tracking device on you by any chance? Are you trying to screw me over? I knew it was not a good idea to take you with us!" He bombarded her with question
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. "