Vanessa I pull on a vibrant yellow sundress, a deliberate choice to provide some relief from the heat of the tropical weather. As I sit on the bed, I feel a buzz of anticipation coursing through me for the upcoming dinner date. Diego has been so busy working, I was starting to believe that he wouldn't honor our deal, but we're finally having dinner together, and hopefully I'll get some answers. My gaze drifts towards the dresser, where Mom's urn rests. Diego's decision to have his men pack it caught me off guard, but he said that it was to prioritize my comfort. The unexpected trust he displays by providing me with a phone and laptop, granting access to the outside, leaves me feeling grateful. Despite the unfavorable circumstances, I appreciate these gestures from him. I decide to call Alicia and check on her. She was also given more freedom, of course with supervision. The men pretty much take her where she wants to go and cater to her every need. It's a huge difference from th
VanessaThe rhythmic pounding in my chest competes with the soft shuffle of sand under my feet as I trail behind Danny to the ocean. The night air is warm, and the only sound is the calming rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore. Wasn't this what I wanted? A chance to build a connection with him? Despite the monster I know he is, he's still my husband. We'll have to find a way to coexist, at least for now. Maybe I'll consider Alicia's plan to escape when I return. By then, I could completely earn Diego's trust, and he wouldn't suspect a thing until we're already out of the country. It's a last resort, though. I shudder at the thought of spending the rest of my life on the run, especially knowing he'd undoubtedly come looking for me. My heart flutters when I see that Diego has laid out a blanket on the sand with two plates of food and glasses of champagne. The soft glow of battery-operated candles casts a warm ambiance around us, accentuating the large, beautiful moon that
VanessaDiego's choice to not be a monster was taken away before he was even born. "At twenty-five, the man I knew was gone, and I assumed his role as the head of the family. Before his body even grew cold, Celeste ordered Nathan to kill me. He managed to get me alone, claiming to need my help. Then, he shot me right there." He opens his shirt a bit more to reveal the tattoo. "He had a shit aim," he chuckles, bitterness seeping into the laughter. "Completely missed my heart, but left scars that run deeper than any bullet could." Anger and sadness surge through me. How could Celeste order the execution of a man she raised, even if he wasn't biologically hers? It's a sickening realization about the depth of her cruelty that she did so well to hide when we met at the wedding. I also begin to wonder how many times he has been shot. I suddenly notice that beneath his intricate tattoos are scars from what I assume are gunshot and stab wounds. "Why get his name tattooed on your body
Vanessa I wake up to find Diego seated on the edge of the bed, already dressed in a navy dress shirt and black slacks. His gaze is fixed on my mother's urn, stroking his chin in deep thought. After our interrupted date two nights ago, he hurried me into the house and left me with Danny while he had to handle "business". I suspect it involved violence, given the urgency, but naturally, I didn't ask. I'm just relieved that he's returned unharmed. "Good morning, husband," I say, a bit too cheerfully. I refuse to acknowledge just how much I missed him during his absence. His gaze flickers to me, a slight twitch at the corner of his lips. "Buenos días (good morning), Mama." I brush off the warmth in my chest. "You didn't get shot again, did you?" I inquire, scanning his body for any signs of harm. He chuckles softly, a cautious gleam in his eyes. "Nah, it wasn't like that. It was more of a...bureaucratic affair. My tech guy found some information I've been after, and I needed t
Vanessa "Is this... safe?" I stammer, my voice trembling slightly as I peer at him through the safety glasses, feeling the weight of the earmuffs as he slides them over my ears. My eyes flick over to the table where an array of guns is laid out and loaded. When he mentioned we were going to have a "busy" day, I didn't anticipate this to be the reason. Nor did I expect to find a gun range in the beach house, but I suppose it aligns with the fact that I'm married to a criminal. Diego cracks a smile. "Would your husband put you in harm's way?" "No," I reply, my voice soft yet confident. If anything, he's too overprotective. "Good girl," he murmurs approvingly. "Now, go pick out a gun." Nervously, I approach the table and pick up a handgun. The memory of the man I killed flashes in my mind, and I flinch, immediately putting the gun back down. Unaware that Diego is standing right behind me, a gasp escapes my lips as my back meets his chest. My heart stutters against my ribcage.
Vanessa I can't help but smile mischievously. "I want to do you, my dear husband," I whisper in his ear. His hand snakes around my neck, gently pushing me back so he can meet my gaze. His expression has transformed into something primal, igniting a blend of fear and excitement within me. The air between us crackles with the weight of our mutual desire, thickening with the intoxicating scent of our lust. "Don't start something you can't finish," he warns in a ragged breath. "I want to finish it," I reply without hesitation. What am I even saying right now? I'm a virgin, and Diego's a monster. Literally, there's a monster in his pants. He'll tear me apart. I should be terrified, not eager to tear my clothes off and surrender to him. But he has corrupted me. His soft lips brush against mine, and I eagerly dart my tongue out to taste them. I don't know what's happening to me, but I can't seem to help myself. I want to awaken the monster, and then let him ruthlessly fuck me
VanessaI straddle his waist again, moaning as I feel the crown on his cock press against my entrance. My body stiffens in anticipation, and I squeeze my eyes shut. "Relax, Mama. Let me in," I hear him murmur and I open my eyes to see him watching me. Planting my hands on his chest, I try to relax as I sink farther down his length. The burn of him stretching me open makes me wince in pain. I don't think I can do this. It's hurts too much. Sensing my hesitation, Diego's hands find their way to my waist. "Do you trust me?" he asks gently. "Yes," I whisper. The second the word leaves my lips, he impales me on his length with one fluid motion. Seizing the nape of my neck, he pulls me in for a deep kiss, swallowing my scream as our mouths move hungrily together in sync. I feel too full, like he really may be breaking me in half. It hurts so badly, but pain and pleasure mix together to create an addictive concoction. I break off the kiss, my body moving on its own, and I beg
Vanessa It has been five days since I lost my virginity, and we've been fucking like rabbits. I wake up with his tongue on me, I go to bed with his cock nestled inside me. I never thought I could feel so fucking happy and satisfied. After my morning shower, I discover Diego already seated at the table, a large plate of food waiting for me. He's wearing a crisp grey dress shirt and black slacks, his hair neatly tied back. The sight of him makes my mouth water with anticipation. His lips curl upwards into a smirk as he catches sight of me, and he beckons for me to join him. "There you are, Mama," he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "I've been waiting for you." I approach him and give him a quick peck on the lips. "You could've joined me in the shower, you know." "The phone call ran longer than expected. Leo had some urgent updates on a business matter," he explains, wrapping his arms around my hips and settling me onto his lap. "I know," I murmur around a mouthful
Vanessa This was a mistake. I thought I could do this, but how could I have been so wrong? "Eyes on me, mama," Diego growls, his voice low and commanding, yet laced with tenderness. "You're here with me. No one else. It's just us. Focus on the way I feel inside of you." I want to believe him, but my voice trembles as I whisper "I-I can't-" My eyes clamp shut, as if doing so could block out fear crashing over me in relentless waves, threatening to pull me under. What was I thinking? Of course, I can't do this. I shouldn't have even tried. Now, I'm disappointing both my husband and myself. Diego's voice slices through my thoughts like a knife. "You can do anything you put your mind to, mi amor. Focus on me. Ride me and take your pleasure. I know you can do it." His words are an anchor, pulling me from the abyss. I take a deep breath, my hands bracing against his chest as I start to move again, each roll of my hips a defiance against the darkness trying to reclaim me.
Vanessa After washing the remnants of Celeste's blood from my skin, Diego lifts me into his arms and carries me to bed. He gently lays down beside me, his warmth seeping into my body as I rest against his bare chest. "We don't have to talk about what happened tonight," Diego's voice is a low murmur as his fingers trace soothing patterns along my spine. "But how are you feeling?" I take a moment, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath me. "Good. How are you feeling?" I tilt my head to meet his gaze, seeking reassurance. The gravity of what I've just done hangs between us—killing his stepmother and revealing that I thought I was pregnant with his brother's baby. I didn't mean for it to come out like that, but Celeste needed to know just how much she had lost before I took her life. It felt so fucking good. Better than I anticipated, to end her life with my own hands, to see the light leave her eyes as I stole it away. The power and retribution was exhilaratin
Diego Vanessa turns to me, hurt and betrayal clouding her eyes. "Diego, you knew about this?" Shit."Yes," I reply without hesitation. I've known since Alicia was first abducted, but I didn't want her to harbor ill feelings toward her sister. Not while she's still mourning her. "See? As the collar around your neck implies, you are nothing but a pet to him. A piece of ass like your mother."Vanessa's head snaps back to her, and in an instant, she holds the blade to Celeste's throat. "I'd shut your fucking mouth if I were you," she hisses. I can tell it's exactly what Celeste wants. If Vanessa gets angry enough to just slit her throat, she won't have to endure torture anymore. Vanessa must see through it too. She lowers the knife, shaking her head. "I won't let you go out the easy way. It isn't fair to everyone you've hurt," she says quietly. "Vete a la mierda (fuck you)," Celeste spits.As soon as the words are out of her mouth, Vanessa drives the knife into her bound hand. Celes
Diego "Are you sure about this, Mama?" I ask, zipping up the back of her leather jumpsuit, my fingers lingering longer than necessary. She looks so fucking sexy in this. The smooth, black material hugs her curves, and knowing she's about to kill my stepmother makes it nearly impossible to fight a hard-on. Her grey eyes gaze back at me through the mirror. "You already said I could," she points out, her voice steady and unwavering. "I know, just wanted to make sure." When she turns around, I study her face for any flicker of uncertainty. Instead, I find only determination. I should feel fucking ecstatic that she's going to kill my biggest traitor and the bitch that made my childhood hell, but worry gnaws at me. I fear this might bring Vanessa more nightmares, or worse, trap her in her own head again. But I also have so much faith in her. Danny couldn't protect her while he was dying. I got the report from my men: twelve men were taken out, most of them by her alone. My feisty mama.
Vanessa"Your mamá called looking for you. What do you want me to tell her?" Diego interrupts, pulling me into his lap in the chair beside Camila's sleeping form. His mom? I've never heard Danny mention her before. I wasn't even aware he had family, since they haven't visited him. Danny's response catches me off guard. "Don't tell her shit. She'll have a heart attack.""Wait, you're not going to tell your mom you technically died and you're in the hospital?" I ask incredulously. "Nah, she actually might come try to kill Jefe, and I doubt she wants to mess with you. I realize you're kinda loco, Nessa.""Me?" I point to myself. "Yes, or did you forget that you took down what had to be like ten men by yourself?""Oh, I guess that's true," I muse. "But that was only out of desperation. I don't think I could do something like that if our lives didn't depend on it.""I believe you could," Diego purrs in my ear. I shudder at the compliment, making him laugh. "Why would she come after hi
VanessaDressed in all black, Diego and I stand side by side, silently watching the expensive coffin lower into the freshly dug grave. The sight is somber, but the weight of the occasion presses harder on my chest than the physical cold of the day. Diego had assured me that I wasn't required to attend this funeral, just like the four others. It's only been a week since Danny's entire team was murdered, and I feel compelled to pay my respects to each of them. These men sacrificed their lives to protect me. The least I can do is say goodbye to them.I've never spoken to Julio personally, but the sight of his wife and two little children crying over his grave breaks my heart. The raw grief on their faces is a reminder that I'm still alive while a husband and father is gone forever. He's another name added to the long list of those I feel responsible for letting down. After offering my condolences to Julio's family, Diego and I make our way to the hospital. In the town car, Diego sits b
Vanessa "Camila! Danny!" I scream, my voice barely audible over the chaos. Danny's the first to reach me, pulling me to my feet. His face was pale, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. "Are you okay?" he demands, his hands gripping my shoulders. "My head hurts, but I'm okay I think," I reply, trembling from the shock. We both turn to see Camila stumbling to her feet, looking dazed but otherwise unharmed. Danny rushes to her side, helping her up and checking her for injuries. "Are you okay, Camila?" he asks, his tone urgent. "Yeah, what the fuck just happened?" she shouts, her voice shaking with fear. "We need to get you both back to the SUV, now," Danny commands, his tone brooking no argument. As we step towards the vehicle, gunfire erupts, and Danny grunts, clutching his bleeding shoulder. "Fuck, come on," he hisses through gritted teeth. He grabs both of us by our arms and guides us behind another jet. Grabbing his gun from the holster, he orders us to st
Vanessa "I want you home now," my husband's voice crackles through the speaker, filled with anger and concern. "I told you, I'm safe. Besides, it's pouring buckets outside. I don't feel safe flying home in this storm," I insist, trying to keep my voice calm despite the nerves knotting in my stomach. It feels like we spoke the bad storm into existence last night. After leaving the doctor's house, we barely made it back to the hotel before the downpour, lightning, and thunder hit. Even Camila's fashion show was canceled and postponed to next weekend. Diego's frustration seeps through the phone. "I refuse to lose you again, Mama. The second this storm lets up, Danny will have you on a jet back here." "You know what, I'm going to come get you and my sister right now," he grits out, his voice lowering to a dangerous growl. "Diego, stop. You know Danny wouldn't allow anything to happen to us. You trust him, right?" I try to reassure him, though I know he won't calm down unt
Vanessa "Where's Diego?" I grit out, rage boiling in my veins. "I want to speak with him." "Busy at the moment, but he said he'll call once we're back on the jet." Which means he's likely torturing her. "Well, like Camila said, it's nearly midnight. We can leave tomorrow," I argue, defiance lacing in my tone. Danny fixes me with a pointed look. "Do you really want to argue with him about that?" I have to. Time is slipping away. I'm more afraid of continuing this pregnancy than I am of Celeste and whatever sinister plans she's concocted. I tap my right arm where the microchip is embedded. "I have a tracking device in my arm and more security than the goddamn president. I'll be fine. Just tell him we'll leave tomorrow, and you'll be sure to keep us extra safe." He scowls, clearly torn. "I'm not promising him that." "I know you heard what I said, that I have something important to take care of here tomorrow. Can you please come up with an excuse to buy me more time?"