Rosita’s POV A sudden flood of ice-cold water splashed on my face, which took my breath for a second, and I gasped, my eyes flying open to the sight of Silvia hovering over me, an empty bucket clutched in her hand. "Rise and shine, Perra," she mocked, stepping aside as a figure approached. Deangelo—the man who I never wanted to see again—knelt before me, his piercing blue eye fixed on my face. I flinched, unable to meet his eye. "If it were up to me, I wouldn't let anyone harm someone as beautiful as you," he murmured, a vicious smile playing on his lips. "But since you are the stubborn type, I'm going to have to break that spirit of yours." He paused, gesturing around the empty, filthy room. "As you have seen, it's impossible to escape me. I own this city, the cops, the authorities—they are all in my pocket. It seems you still have a lot to learn about the world." Leaning closer, he locked eyes with me, his voice hardening. "So, if you try to disobey me again, there is no tel
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