"Mama, papa, I'm home. And let me tell you that I am now a proud..." I screech to a halt, my eyes going to the three men in our living room. One is seated while the other two are standing. I wonder if they're Papa's friends because he never brings anyone around "Oh, we have visitors. Hi"
"Run Catalina. Run" Andres yells from the other side of the room. I furrow my eyebrows, wondering what has gotten into him."Quiet. Can't you see we have visitors?" Papa snaps."Is she the one you were talking about?" One of the men asks turning to look at me. He gives me a once-over and then nods. As if he approves of what he's seeing "We'll see if the boss accepts her""She's pure. Untouched" Papa rushes to say. For the first time, I notice that he is kneeling and Mama and Andres are standing in a corner, hurdled up together. These men don't look friendly at all and despite their size, they are too young to be Papa's friends. A feeling of foreboding creeps up my spine. Who are they? What do they want? What did Papa mean by pure and untouched?"What is going on?""He's selling..." Andres starts to speak but Mama slaps a hand over his mouth. Cutting off whatever he wanted to say."If we find out you're lying, Ramon...""I'm not. I promise I'm not lying""Let's go then," The man says. The one still sitting gets up, grabs my arm, and roughly spins me around."Wait, what is going on?" I cry trying to yank my arm away but the man only grips me tighter "Let go of me. Papa, what is going on? Mama? Mama?""Careful Anibal. Don't leave bruises" That from the first man. He's taller than the rest and has to be the meanest-looking person I've ever met. We're already at the door but neither Mama nor Papa is stopping them. Where are they taking me? Why isn't anyone saying anything?"Don't force me to knock you out""Where are you taking me?" I ask, stopping the struggle to see if they'll answer me "At least tell me what's going on""Your father borrowed money from us. You are the payment""What?" I croak out realizing we're already outside. What do they mean I'm the payment? Andres said something about selling- surely they can't be serious. Looking over my shoulder, I see Papa getting up and following us. A small part of me feels relieved that he's changed his mind. I am his daughter. Of course, he wouldn't let anyone take me because of a debt. I just finished high school today and that means I'm a grown-up. Instead of going to college, I will get a job and help him pay off the debt. I don't mind taking a year off. Santiago will understand. He will also help me because we love each other. When Papa is at the door, he stops, looks at me for a few seconds then says,"Just take it that you're getting married, Catalina. After all, you're already of age and you were bound to get married sooner or later"And to my shock and horror, he closes the door on my face..."Move it. We don't have all day" One of the men pulls me to a car, shoves me inside, and bangs the door close. I'm too stunned to even react. What is happening? Did Papa really sell me and did Mama just watch it happen? As if I'm not their daughter? How could they do this? No, it must be a dream. I am definitely dreaming.Papa doesn't show his feelings but I know he loves me. Of course, he loves Andres more and is always buying him stuff but that is only because I'm older and I can earn my own money. Last summer, I got a job at the cafetería in town and bought everyone gifts. Papa even complimented me on what a good girl I am. There's no way he sold me. Yet here I am, sitting in a car with three strange men. The car roars to life then we're speeding away but no one is following us. Did they forget? I'm right here. They can't just buy me. Who even buys people in this day and age? Snapping back to reality, I turn to the guy driving."Stop the car. I need to get out" He doesn't even act like he heard me. So I reach out and touch his shoulder "Hey, I said stop the car""Shut the fuck up before I stuff a sock in your mouth," the one sitting next to me says without looking up. He's scrolling through his phone. The driver adds"I wouldn't mind getting a blow job while I'm driving. Why don't you switch seats with her, Julio?" He glances at me then looks ahead, scoffing "Pure and untouched my ass. Wanna bet how many high school dicks she's sucked?""The boss comes first" The guy in the passenger seat answers. I ignore what they're saying and ask again,"Where are you taking me? This is kidnapping. The police will arrest you and put you in jail""Why don't you try calling them?" He lifts his eyes and the look in them sends a shiver down my spine "Do you have a phone or would you like me to lend you mine?"I can hear the threat in his voice. He will let me call the police but I will also pay for inconveniencing them. It dawns on me that these are not ordinary people. Back at the house, they said something about seeing if their boss liked me. I don't know who they're working for but I hope it's not who I'm thinking. Then again, they just accepted me as payment for a debt. Who takes humans when they don't get their money back? Swallowing, I rack up the courage and ask?"Who are you people? How much money does my Papa owe you?""A lot of money. Even if we sell all your organs, I doubt we'll be able to get it all back"My heart skips a beat. Sell my organs? Is that what they're going to do to me? Suddenly, I'm afraid for my life. My eyes bounce around, trying to see if there is a way for me to escape. We're in a moving car. Unless I jump out and risk breaking an arm or leg or both, there's nowhere for me to go. It occurred to me that I didn't even pay attention to where we were going. How will I go back home? I don't have any money on me and even if I did, I'm sure it wouldn't be enough to get a taxi. From what Mama told me, taxis are expensive. Poor people like us will never be able to afford them. I don't have a cellphone either. The only option I have is to plead with them. But they are... Dios mio. Please don't let them be that. Anything but that."Who are you?" I ask again because I need an answer. The man replies without missing a beat."The cartel"I fall back, my heart sinking. Of course. Only the cartel will buy people. They're the only ones who aren't afraid of the police. On top of selling drugs and illegal firearms, they also traffic people and sell their organs. Before we left school, our teachers told us repeatedly to stay far away from them. They're criminals who will eventually end up in jail. No one told us what to do when we end up getting kidnapped by them. What do I do now?How could my own father sell me to the cartel?"*******************************************The car pulls up in front of a large gate guarded by several armed men. The driver nods to them and one of the guys speaks into a small radio. They're all big and look like they could crush me under their feet effortlessly. How will I be able to escape from this place? The wall surrounding the house is so tall. Not just that but these men have guns. What if I try to run and they shoot me? But I can't just sit still and wait for them to take my organs. I'd rather be dead when that happens. The car starts moving again, making me snap my eyes up. The gate opens up to the biggest and most beautiful mansion I've ever seen. My breath catches in my throat at the breathtaking sight. It looks like a castle and for a moment, I forget everything. Wondering what it would be like to live in such a house. To have money, nice clothes, and cars at my disposal. To have so many servants that I didn't have to lift a finger to do anything. I picture my life with Santi here. He always sa
"I can wash myself" "I didn't ask" Susana snaps and then continues scrubbing my skin with more force than necessary. Just when I thought Julio was going to slit my throat, the boss told him to have Susana wash me and put me in clean clothes. At the mention of a woman's name, I breathed a sigh of relief thinking she might be able to help me but I was wrong. Not only is she mean but she's also ugly. Mama told me that women should always help each other and never put each other down but I guess she was also wrong. Because if she had helped me, I wouldn't be standing in this fancy bathroom getting scrubbed by a fat, mean, ugly lady. When I tried to ask her for help, she slapped me and threatened to lock me in a room with a few men. She also called me a prostitute and has been mumbling about how no one respects her or they wouldn't make her do such things. But every time I ask her to stop, she scrubs harder. If my skin doesn't have bruises after this, I'll be luck
"When did you get back?" I stop, one of my eyebrows lifting in annoyance "What are you doing in my bedroom?" "I heard you were back. How is your asshole uncle?" "Still the same" I reply running a hand through my wet hair "Why do you expect him to be any different?" "Who knows? He might have discovered God or joined some cult that convinced him he should die first before he fully becomes one of them. I would donate all my money to that cult by the way" "Keep dreaming" I drop the towel and walk to the closet butt naked. Nina whistles and her heels click on the floor as she follows me. I look over my shoulder to find her leaning against the door frame. Her eyes run over my naked frame. "I'm starting to think that you're showing off how well you're hung so I'd regret turning you down" "Do you?" "Maybe" "Your problem. If my nakedness is bothering you, get out" When I first brought her here, she didn't even have the guts to look me in the eyes. Now she walks
IMPORTANT. PLEASE READ 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, choo
"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