One eventful night, Leila returned home from one of her jobs, only to discover the unthinkable—her father had sold her to the Alvaro family to pay off his debt and take on more loans. When Leila meets the infamous and cruel under boss of the Alvaro family, Leonardo Alvaro, A chilling realization struck her. She knew him. Leonardo wasn’t just the under boss of one of the deadliest families in Las Vegas, but her ex-stepbrother, whom she knew as Damien. Leila must face her complicated history with Damien and the emotions that linger between them. Will she survive his return, or will she get pulled and drowned in a world she can’t escape?
View MoreLEILA..“Don’t touch me, I have no business here”The voice becomes louder as someone is thrown into my room, I jumped off my bed trying to hide my phoneMight be a threatThis whole situation felt like one giant messed up game.This time it was a different woman, she reminded me of Tracy making me feel like a trapped bird.I pretended I hadn’t seen her shoved in, focusing on my phone, but I could feel her presence behind me.I glanced at my phone screen again, catching her reflection “this place looks disgusting, was this even cleaned?” Her voice dripping with disdain.I turn to face her.Blonde.I told my eye, for some reason the bitchy attitude seemed to gravitate towards the blondes and redheads.No idea why that was a thing in my head.She proposed a smile which didn’t reach her eyes, I could tell it was a fake polite gesture that screamedI’d rather be anywhere else than in your company. I perched on the edge of the bed, pulling out my phone again, because I had hidden it whe
Damien..I moved toward her room, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. Not the nicest way to think about a woman, calling her “it” but Leila Jones, she has this effect on me.This stubborn fire in her eye that made me want to both protect her and completely unravel her. Yesterday at the dinner table when she’d walked up to me in that dress, that damn dress, every instinct in my body screamed at me to rip it off right then and there, but I had to keep it together.My dick definitely noticed.It was goddamn struggle to maintain control, staring at her like that, the list a tangible thing coiling in my guts. But none of that mattered, not really.I was the Damien Leonardo Alvaro.I had a reputation and an image to uphold and we don’t wear our emotions on our sleeves.We kept our heads down and our power absolute.I’d taken her up to my private strip club, the anticipation brewing inside of me and something darker than lust.I could feel the sway of her hips and I led h
LEILA..Ugh. Dragging myself towards the bathroom felt like trying to move through thick syrup, my body feels so so weak at this moment, even if I did nothing except laying on the bed.Three days.Three damn days since I last saw or heard from Damien not like I wanted to but it feels so strange and dirty, every time I even thought about what happened between us, that whole messed up night, my brain just replayed it on loop.But what really got under my skin that the sex… yeah the sex was actually something I couldn’t stop thinking about.Seriously?“Arghhhhhh” I groaned, squeezing the toothpaste onto my brush, while I scrubbed the sleep grime off my teeth which actually was the same routine every morning.Except, you know the food magically appears outside my door part, which was new, it’s always the knock and take we had worked with now it feels so different like the person was tired or sees me as a maniac, maybe Matteo does too, but he’s certainly not the food giver. After rins
LEILA..He reached out a hand, his fingers gently tracing the curve of my breast before his thumb flicked across my nipple.He looked into my eyes, his gaze intense and possessive, he lowered his head until his tongue flicked out and touched my nipple, still maintaining direct eye contact.His eyes finally closed as he savored the taste, a low groan escaping his lips.My head fell back against the soft pillows, my hair scattering all over the bed, the feeling so incredibly hot that I could feel myself getting slick and wet down there.He placed his hand on my other breast, his fingers fumbling slightly as he squeezed and kneaded, his attention still focused on my nipple.“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a husky whisper. My eyes fluttered open, staring up at him as a moan escaped my lips, followed by another, and another, each one more breathy than the last. This felt so incredibly good, so intensely forbidden.He trailed his hand down my stomach, his touch sending shivers down
LEILA..I free up my leg, a strange sense of accomplishment washing over me, knowing my dancing skills hadn’t gone to waste.I hadn’t gone to a dance school or anything fancy but I’d definitely picked up a few moves for a strip pole dance during my less glamorous jobs.I moved my legs, twisting them slowly, deliberately in sync with the sensual rhythm of the music, slow, very slow and sexy, pushing my ass out, feeling the spotlight or whatever this don purplish light that’s definitely on me was.I looked at him as I pushed forward, almost cat-walking towards where he was still sitting, a slight smirk playing on his lips.I turned around him, placing my leg on his shoulder, the fabric of his shirt smooth under my heel. I twisted and slowly removed it, my gaze never leaving his, then moved towards his back, my fingers trailing lightly down his spine before circling back to his front. I leaned in, rubbing my waist against his crotch, feeling the immediate hardening in his trousers.I
LEILA..For the first time since arriving at this prison, I reached for the light switch on the wall and flipped it on, making the large room come to life, bathed in a warm, inviting glow, a welcome change from the single, shallow light I usually kept on.I looked around the room, taking it fully in, noticing the expensive furniture, the tasteful décor, the sheer size of the space. At least now, my life was getting back a little… normalcy?The question lingered in my heart if that was actually what I would call it at this point. “Not bad,” I shrugged to myself after taking it all in, a wry smile playing on my lips. Until my eyes landed on the clothes on the bed and on top lay a dress that looked like something out of a fairy tale, the kind a princess might wear, except it was sleeveless.It was more of a corset gown, but not all that ball-like, more form-fitting. The color was stunning, a deep, rich green, something royal, more like emerald. I picked it up, and a small piece of fa
LEILA..I spoke with my mother for a few Minutes before Matteo came in, of course I’d sworn my obedience, the words feeling like ash in my mouth. I had to explain to her that was I was off to somewhere safe before she actually let me go.The journey back to the house felt strangely nice, a very weird ache in my chest knowing I had seen her even in that state was a small comfort.My obedience. It hits me as a reminder.We got back to the house as I felt the shift and slow moving of the car making me jump up, my eyes opens realizing I must have drifted off, a moment of unconsciousness.“Dinner by nine. It’s already late, and a phone will be sent over to you. You’ll use that to communicate with me and one drastic turn, and I shoot your brain out.”He didn’t give me any time to process his words, any room to breathe. He simply jumped out of the car and left, the heavy door thudding shut behind him.A small smile crept onto my lips.At least now getting a phone would keep me busy, a
LEILA..The person who always kept it so meticulously nice and clean despite her own failing health was currently confined to her bed, or maybe just maybe she wasn’t even here anymore.I walked faster towards the front door, not even waiting for anyone to open it.No need to knock, the door was always unlocked, a pathetic testament to my father’s apathy and the general lawlessness that seemed to permeate the place.Just as I thought, it creaked open easily, I moved further inside, revealing the familiar, yet somehow more depressing, living room.An ashtray on the coffee table overflowed with extinguished cigarette butts, some only half-smoked, and no one. Empty bottles, mostly cheap whisky, lay scattered on the worn carpet, a familiar sight that always made my stomach clench. The worn couches that had once made the place feel somewhat homey now looked unkempt and stained, smelling faintly of smoke.The floor was sticky and dirty, and the smell emanating from the place was stale an
LEILA..He left just immediately after those words tumbled from his lips, I practically leaped off the bed, the sheets tangling around my bare legs for a disoriented moment.I had to push the insistent thought of Tracy out of my head, shove it down into some dark corner of my mind because dwelling on that was going to mess with my brain.Seeing my mother… that single thought that had become a lifeline, something in the suffocating darkness of my current reality as it had to be the perfect opportunity, a chance to see with my own eyes that she’s still breathing.Or maybe still fighting.I didn’t care what twisted games Damien was playing or what condition he might impose later. She had to be alive.That was the only thing that truly mattered.I scrambled to get dressed, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of the long flowing dress that hung in the wardrobe.I think they did stuck some clothes maybe when I was bathing or something because I can tell that most of these weren’t here w
LEILA..The rain never smelt fresh here. Never. It soaked into the old, lined building that looked tired of existence and clung to the air, melding with the stale rot of spilled beer and the acrid tang of burnt cigarettes thrown on the pavement of the alley shrouded in darkness.I strode through it anyway, fingers tightening around the damp bills in my hands. The wetness didn’t bother me. Once dried, it could be used again.I counted the notes slow, doing maths I was never good at. Mom’s hospital bill. Dad’s debt…there’s nothing left.I barely registered the chipped brick of my building, or the termite-infested wooden stair, until I was at the door of my apartment.The moment I creaked the door open, I knew something was wrong.“Thank goodness you’re back.” My father scurried towards me, his breath burning with the pungent smell of cheap beer, his washed black singlet hanging loosely over his alien bony frame. Thanks to years of drug usage.My stomach twisted. But it wasn’t his si...
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