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GINEVRAFear had erupted deep in my soul.With every click of my heels against the floor, came fear.With every rattle of chains, came fear.With every strained whimper, came fear.I trembled tremendously as I walked through the tunnel-like structure leading into the holding cell where Maxwell was held captive.Cold shivers coursed through my bloodstreams as I had a recollection of about a week ago, when I was in the same situation as Maxwell. I was held hostage by the same man, I was familiar with that evil smirk plastered across his lips, I was familiar with the stench of blood and human feces, I was familiar with the smoke from his burning cigar, I was familiar with those chains, and I was familiar with the fear in Maxwell’s eyes.But I wasn’t familiar with the way my heart almost leaped with joy at the suffering of another.I was unfamiliar with the way my adrenaline pumped.A few hours ago when Maxwell was delivered to the Pakhan during the procession of his daughter’s funeral, t
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GINEVRA When I told my father that helping his son escape Don Viktor’s wrath came with a price, he had imagined that price to be money.It was after all what the average human pined after—money.But for me, money was not an issue. Julia left me a shit ton.So, when I had demanded that ownership of the Rodriguez group of companies be passed down to me, it caused a stir of trouble in the Rodriguez home.Gustavo came at me, Sophia Rodriguez—my mamá—came at me, and my eldest sister came at me.Selfish.Insensitive.Greedy.Fool.Wicked.They had all called me names, slapped me across the face even. And all I did was wear a smile. I wore a smile with pride and sat there until their ranting died down.Mio padre knew, he knew there was no way out of the mess his son had caused him. So, when his extremely loud family had the decency to keep their tongue at bay, he simply got the documents ready and his companies were transferred under my name.It took hours, but I waited. I had no issue wait
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GINEVRA The day of the hijack.“Padre Nostro, che sei nei cieli, sia santificato il tuo nome.”My shoulders slumped. “Venga il tuo regno, sia fatta la tua volontá.”My knees burnt against the ground as I had been kneeling for too long. “Come in cielo, così in terra.”The metal rosary dug into my palm, drawing blood. “Dacci oggi il nostro pane quotidiano.”I shook. “E rimetti a noi i nostri debiti.”I quaked. “Come noi li rimettiamo ai nostri debitori.”I feared the unforeseen. “E non ci indurre in tentazione.”I murmured to myself. “Ma liberaci dal male.”I begged for redemption—a chance to be saved. A chance to walk away from this unscathed. “Amen.”I rose to my full height, swallowing the lump in my throat, firmly holding on to my last string of courage.Walking out of my room, energy surged through me, adrenaline pumped, I became more resolved—more determined to emerge a winner in my conquest.Seven days had rolled by quicker than I had anticipated, and today, after so many
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RICARDO Twelve days before the hijack.I was born with a purpose.During the days of my mother, as related to how the story was told, women were looked down upon.There weren’t allowed to be involved in the business that concerned the men—those businesses included running the family, and bringing honor to their name. Sometimes, because of the strong affiliation to crime, drug trafficking and every other thing that had a connection to criminal activities were also handled by the men. Murder included.But my mother was a woman who was born different. She wanted different. She craved different. She was rebellious, too rebellious to be regarded a woman.Unfortunately for her, her father wasn’t a very flexible man. He needed her disciplined, he needed to tame her. And his idea of taming his daughter was marrying her off to a man she barely knew. My father.Their marriage wasn’t born out of love, but out of a business alliance.My mama’s world had shattered, and she began to desperately se
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GINEVRA By my dressing table was a huge mirror, and by that mirror, I stood. Confused out of my mind, tears brimming my eyes, my body trembling, and an emotion that had no explanation surging through my veins. For hours, I had been standing in front of that mirror. Unable to move, unable to blink, and unable to properly function. Tears brimmed my eyes some more, stinging at the corners, wanting to slip out. I blinked rapidly, holding the tears in.What had I gotten myself into?What was I doing wrong?I had desperately sought after power all my life, and now, I had that power, I had gained myself quite the reputation—I was something. And yet, I was miserable.With great power, came great pain. The power I had achieved was my undoing.I blinked again, taking in the reflection of me as repeated flashbacks of when I pulled open the back doors of the truck came afresh in my memory, disorienting my conscious state.The many pairs of eyes belonging to women and children that had fearfull
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RICARDO Pacing back and forth in my office, rage enveloped me, my blood rose in anger, and my chest constricted with rage.How was I so oblivious to the disgusting activities that was happening right under my nose?How had I been completely blind to my mother’s wickedness?How did my father get away with constantly playing the victim?Questions after questions plagued my mind. I was losing my grip on the last string of sanity I had left. My life was a mess. My life was a complete mess.Desperately needing to calm my present disorderliness, I continuously poured myself one glass after another of scotch. The burning liquid hadn’t helped me at all.Nothing seemed to be working in my favor.I was doomed. My life was doomed.Human trafficking?Human fucking trafficking?!How could they do this? How could those monsters that birthed me do a thing like this?And I had been a fool. My papá must’ve been having a good laugh all those years when he had successfully played the victim, when in tr
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GINEVRAOne week later.“Oh. . .Hi, Cassie! Why’re you just standing there? Come in.”My personal assistant strutted into my office and began assisting me with the files I had to organize before I retired for the day.With Cassie by my corner, my work ran smoothly. She was an angel, specially sent my way to make my life a little easier than it had been. She had always been there to help me whenever I ran into any unforeseen problems with the business.Cassie cared for me like a sister, and it hadn’t taken too long before I began letting her into my deepest, darkest secrets.Of course, not every information was shared, but she knew enough. Enough to know that the legal businesses my family ran was a front for something far more dangerous.Letting Cassie into that part of my life was my way of baiting her—I threw her a bone and waited for her to fall into my trap, but she instead proved herself worthy enough to earn my trust.Cyrus’s distrust for her was just his paranoia and she had pr
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GINEVRA Ghost’s body had been a place of extreme comfort. I snuggled into him, my body wanting to merge with his. Wondering what it was about the young man that made me weak, a scoff escaped me. I had never shown weakness before any man, I had never opened myself up to anyone in the manner which I had done with Ghost. But with this dazzling young man who had just saved me from my poor excuse of a father, I desired to be protected. I wanted to be a girl for him. “Can I ask you a question?” He chuckled. “You just did. . .but go ahead.” “What’s your name? Your real name.” Ghost fell silent. His jaw ticked and his eyes glazed with anger. He placed me on the backseat of his car, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. His face inched close to mine. “You don’t wanna know, Ginevra.” ‘I want to. That’s why I asked.’ The words hung on the tip of my tongue, but Ghost had slammed the door shut before I got the chance to speak. With a heaving chest, I watched as Ghost slid into the driver’s seat
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