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I thought I should put this warning up so you guys know what you're getting into. This book is a bit dark so there will be themes of murder, assault, off-screen sexual assault (which means it will be mentioned but not described), suicide, and drug overdose. There might be others I forgot to mention so please, if you're not comfortable with reading those themes, it would be best to not proceed. I tend to keep my mafia books light but this one will be different.Fanuco Ferrero is a sick twisted man and he turns Catalina into who she is. To be able to show the extent of his damage, some themes can't be avoided. Please DON'T IGNORE this warning and complain about it in the future. For those who decide to proceed, thank you for your support.There's an ongoing contest that I'm hoping to win so your support is highly appreciated. Drop a gem if you can and a review if you like the story. To write a review, click on the three dots at the top right of your screen, choose "about this book" then scroll down and leave your review. Thank you for picking this book up. The author appreciates it a lot."I can't wait to have these wrapped around my cock" I shudder and cover my ears with my hands. That is not happening. None of this is real. I would rather die than put his thing in my mouth. Does he think I'm a prostitute? Or that I would roll over and let him do whatever he wants? But he's the boss around here and they have guns. All it would take is a bullet in the head and I'll be old news. "Just take it that you're getting married, Catalina..." Getting married to a man old enough to be my grandfather? No. I'll never accept that. Right after he received the call about his nephew leaving the country, he dragged my chair close to his and slipped a hand under my dress. I was disgusted and scared every time his hand inched higher. Now I understand what Alma meant when she said I couldn't find any underwear in this house. I'm sick to my stomach and I truly believe that if he tries anything again, I might slap him. Lucky for me, he got another call and he's currently in the living room
"Why are they always so predictable?" Julio asks. He's standing behind me, together with Salazar watching the screen as my soon-to-be wife runs away. I wonder where she'll go first. Back to the man who sold her or the man she thinks will save her. I'd like to see who has the balls to go against me "Don't let her out of your sight. If she goes to the police..." "Let them detain her," I tell Julio. Once she spends a night in a cold cell, she'll eagerly run back to me. There are so many ways I can punish her for trying to run from me but first I want to see what she has in mind. Most of the girls don't have families or friends so they know not to run but a few of them still tried to do it. And when they realized they had nowhere to go and no one would help them, they came back. "Sweet. Can I have her if you're not interested?" "Why? Are the women at the club tired of your small dick already?" Fucking idiot. He sticks his dick anywhere. It's a wonder he hasn't contracted diseases or an
"Is there anyone else you wish to visit? I'll have my men drive you there. There's no need to tire yourself when there are cars at your disposal and men who have nothing to do" He's mocking me. Because he knows that no one is going to help me now. I went back home thinking Mama would change her mind if she saw me but I was wrong. She told me to leave unless I wanted them all to die. "I'm sorry Catalina but you know what El Rey will do to us if we try to take you back. Your father doesn't have the money to pay him back. He'll kill us. Is that what you want? To see us dead?" She took my hands and pleaded with me, saying "You have to go back. Even if El Rey lets you go, what will you do? I don't have money to send you to college and Andres is still in school. We need to provide for him. Your brother cannot drop out of school. He is our only hope, Catalina. And who knows? Maybe El Rey isn't as bad as they say. I mean look at this dress you're wearing. It looks expensive. Did he gift it t
Kill? I've never even gotten into a fight with anyone. I mean the physical kind where you beat others. I've argued with Andres and this one time Xiomara, one of my classmates, pulled my hair while calling me names. I don't know what I did to make her so angry but I couldn't fight back because I was scared her friends would join and gang up on me. All I did was cry and ask her to let go. That is as close as I've come to harming others. Now El Rey is promising to make me kill someone if I disobey him. What is wrong with him? What is wrong with the adults around me? I didn't grow up sheltered. I've always known how dark this world we live in is. When I was thirteen, my neighbor Dulce and her mother were found dead in their house. Her father used to come home drunk and beat them until they passed out. Their screams could be heard everywhere. There were times Mama gave them food and back then, I stupidly thought she was a saint for helping them. Because no one else looked their way. Now th
....mena, wake up... do this to me" ...tried to...." "Get a..." "She needs a few days of rest but she'll be fine" Who is that? What happened? I feel like I was run over by a train. Where am I? Can someone get me a glass of water? I wait a few minutes and when nothing happens, I grunt in annoyance. "Are you awake?" Someone asks, their voice too loud. I wonder who it is. If I could open my eyes... "Why isn't she waking up? If anything happens to her..." "Calm down," Another strange voice says "She will be fine" "If anything happens to her, I will end you" "Who is she anyway that you sound so worried?" "None of your fucking business. Get out!" I hear footsteps, then the sound of a door opening and closing. The mattress dips, as if someone just sat beside me then they take my hand and run a finger over my wrist. I really want to know who this person is and where I am but I'm too tired. In my head, I close my eyes and go back to sleep. I'll ask them later. The next time I come to,
"Put that on," El Rey says sliding a black square velvet box toward me. I pick it up and open it. The gasp that leaves my mouth can't be helped. I don't know much about rings but this one looks expensive. The stone resembles a water drop with smaller shinier stones all around it. I can almost see my reflection in the silver band. I'm still gaping at it when he asks "Are you deaf? Put it on" "I don't want it" I reply absentmindedly. Could these be diamonds? Are they real?"I didn't ask. Wear the damn ring" Still mesmerized, I slowly take it out and slip it onto my finger. If Santi had proposed to me, would he have used such a ring or something similar? I always imagined how he'd do it. We would go out to dinner, he would get on his knees and propose to me in front of a crowd. Or in the middle of a street surrounded by flowers. My engagement was supposed to be romantic. A day I will remember forever. Not this.Lifting my eyes, I study El Rey. Looking for any signs of sickness. How old
I've been so busy planning my escape and where I'll go that I stopped paying attention to everything around me. So when I wake up to find Olga hanging a long white wedding dress in the closet, I'm taken aback. Despite all the other dresses being the same color, I can tell that particular one is different. Besides, it was among the dresses I tried a few days ago. Kicking the sheets away, I jump out of bed and move to stand beside her."Why is this here?" "Because the wedding is tomorrow. You have to try it on today so they'd have time to fix it if there are any problems" "What do you mean tomorrow?" I ask throwing out a hand to one of the shelves to steady myself "Don't weddings take months to plan?" "Are you serious? This is El Rey's wedding. He paid the planners to do it in a few days and even if he hadn't, I don't think anyone has the guts to tell him no" "But... But..." I don't know what to say. Like a fool, I believed he would take at least a month or two to plan the wedding an
It's crazy how calm I am when today could very well be my last day alive. It's also my wedding day. Every time I thought about marriage, this is definitely not what came to mind. I always associated weddings with joy, happiness, and laughter. But most importantly, with Santi. He's the man I thought I would marry. But it's true what people say. Life has no balance. Today will either be the beginning or the end of my dreams. If I succeed, I will make it my life's mission to achieve everything I've ever wanted. If I don't, I'll be as good as dead. Dying should discourage me. El Rey's threats of what he'll do to me should make me rethink my decision but they don't. I'm more scared of being his wife. I would rather he kill me. "Okay, when I said use your beauty, I didn't know you'd master it so soon," Alma says entering with Ines on her heels. I smile at them, glad that I can see them before I leave "Girl, you hit the jackpot" "You're here" "Can you make me your personal hair stylist? I
FLASHBACK/DREAM Long fingernails painted red run over his crotch, teasing him. Making him jerk and hiss. He's leaning back on the chair with his legs wide open and a woman kneeling between them. She squeezes his bulge pulling another groan from his lips. I want to look away. This is not the boy I knew. He told me he'd never been with another woman but this doesn't look like his first time. The way his eyes glare at her, indicating she should hurry up makes it clear that he's done this before. Which means everything he told me was a lie. I don't want to watch but Julio is holding my head in place. Forcing me to look. "Will your girlfriend be okay with this?" "Who, Jennifer? We're not exclusive" Jennifer? Who is she? The woman stops, her brows furrowing, looking as confused as I do. "I thought your girlfriend's name was Catalina" Santiago chuckles "Now that's a pussy I would have liked to fuck. She's a virgin and I was close to convincing her but..
Holy fuck. One more? Is this man trying to kill me? My limbs feel like jelly. I'm sweaty, spent, wrecked in the best possible way and it feels like he's gotten everything he can out of me. Every orgasm is better than the last one. Never have I met a man with such a voracious appetite. He's been pounding into me relentlessly for the past hour or maybe two because at some point I lost track of time but it doesn't look like he's tired. His stamina is otherworldly. When he flips me to my back again, I don't bother resisting. There's no energy left in me to do anything but lie here and let him use me. I tense, feeling the pull again. It's impossible for me to come again but as Kahlo drives into me viciously, my body proves otherwise. "Your sweet cunt is milking me. Are you close?" He asks hooking his hands beneath my knees and bending them toward my chest. Bringing his face closer to mine. I notice the sheen of sweat dotting his forehead. Proof that he's been working hard to please me
My hands slide down her wet body, shaping the lines and dips of her hourglass figure. Kneading her round ass before slinking back up her thighs and stomach to cup her breasts. Massaging the soft mounds. I watch the droplets of water bounce off her nipples, wanting to lick them but too fascinated to move. Because a small part of me is obsessed with breasts, I know this set is real and not fake. I'm spellbound by the way they sit on her chest, the mattering of freckles on her cleavage that is only visible when one is close enough, and the perfect shape of her nipples. Just the right size for my fingers and mouth.k I fucked her in the kitchen. It was fast and we both came but it was nowhere near satisfactory. The hunger is still there. This, whatever it is she awakened in me is insatiable, and deep down I know it'll never be enough. No matter how many times I have her, I'll never tire of her. She's got a hold of me like no other woman ever has but instead of panicking, I welcome it. Embr
She looks shocked just as I knew she would be. Hearing what Fan did to her wasn't easy. Not because I didn't know he was capable of it but because he'd done it to Catalina. They got married shortly after I left. The PI I'd hired indicated she was twenty-five which means back then she was only eighteen. Fresh out of high school. Young, innocent, prime for picking but not old enough to know how to resist them. There was nothing an eighteen-year-old could have to save herself. She probably tried to escape. They all do and they all fail. Because in this country, money rules. Those who don't take the money know it's better for them to stay away from the Cartel or their loved ones would be butchered until no one was left. It's the reason many girls have ended up in human trafficking and prostitution. No one cares. I can imagine the helplessness she felt all these years and even now as Salazar still forces her. Did anyone ask for her permission? Did they bother askin
The house is bigger than I imagined. The entry gate leads to a paved driveway that branches into a path that guides you to the front door. The landscaping is well-maintained, with neatly trimmed grass, small trees, and plant beds that create a clean and orderly look. The two-storey house has a white exterior and contrasting dark, metal roofing. A large black-framed double door with windows on either side opens and an older couple walks out. They must be the caretakers Kahlo mentioned earlier. Smiling, he turns the engine off and opens his door. I'm wondering if I should wait for him to open mine when suddenly, a younger woman emerges from behind the couple. She's blonde, wearing cowboy boots with a red long-sleeve off-shoulder dress that clings to her body. My guess is she's the couple's daughter because employees don't walk around freely and there's no way in hell they'd dress like that to shove horse shit or do dishes. Which means, she did it to impress Kahlo. Immediately, I decide
I love the way he looks at me as if I'm an innocent little thing he wants to save. Even after telling him I killed my husband and father, he doesn't believe it because in his eyes I can't do wrong. It makes me wonder if he's that blinded by his desire for me or if he's delusional. His uncle forcefully married me shortly after he left. It's been seven years since then. How does he think I survived for so long? Anyone sane wouldn't last in this world for more than a year. The fact that Kahlo is buying this innocent act I'm putting on only goes to show that he's either stupid and doesn't deserve to be the boss or he's choosing to ignore the truth. Or maybe I'm just a good actress. He wouldn't be the first man to think he could save me. I especially like when the truth finally dawns on them and they realize that I don't need saving. That I'm past salvation. How much longer do I have? Sighing, I look ahead. Noticing we've stopped. "Don't make a big deal about this. Like I said, I wasn't
Catalina has been avoiding me. She didn't come down for dinner yesterday, claiming she had a headache. Then during breakfast today, she mumbled a good morning, took a piece of toast, and was out the door before I could reply. I'm guessing her behavior has something to do with what happened with that woman. I'll reserve my judgement until I find out the truth but what I won't do is let her put a distance between us. I liked spending the afternoon with her even though she'd been asleep most of the time. I knew I was fucked when I started entertaining thoughts of taking over the Cartel so she'd be free but spending hours watching her sleep only goes to show how much shit I'm in. Since when do I spend so much time with a woman I only want to fuck? The last time I watched a movie was in high school and the girl who'd come to my place was naked before the introduction ended. But yesterday I was content to sit there with Catalina beside me. It didn't matter that she didn't talk. After I not
Flashback It's been two months since El Rey caught me and dragged me back here. Two months since Olga died in front of me. Two months since I stopped feeling. The wedding was held the day after I tried to escape. It turns out the man with the magnifying glass was a jewelry appraiser and he had helped El Rey pick out that ring. He thought I had stolen it and told the store owner to keep me there until El Rey's men arrived. They knocked me out with drugs before handing me over to his boss. It turns out no one leaves the country illegally without my husband's permission. He has a hand in every dirty business and deals. Nothing gets past him. If I'd known how powerful the Cartel was, I wouldn't have wasted my time trying to run away. Since that day, I haven't felt normal. It's as if part of me died along with Olga. During the day, her screams are all I hear and at night it's her pleas. Begging to help her. Asking them to stop but they don't. No one ever listens to h
"You did that on purpose. Didn't you?" "No, Ma'am" I don't believe him. Why didn't he show up when I was asleep? "Why the fuck are you even here? Didn't you take the day off?" Salazar pins me with a glare, "You insisted I take the day off. I don't remember asking for it" "And you couldn't find something to do?" "Your safety is my priority. " I want to punch him in the balls, but I know the only way that'll ever happen is if he allows it. Aside from weighing over a hundred pounds more than I do, he's freakishly fast. There are times I'm glad for his disobedience but not today. "I was so close. Did you see him? He's halfway obsessed with me, Salazar. Give me another day. " "No. Stop playing with him. He's a dangerous man. The sooner we send him away, the better off you'll be. " Not happening. As long as Kahlo is here, he's mine to do with as I please. And contrary to what Salazar thinks, he's not the boss of me. I can do whatever I want. "What is it?" I snap because d