😂 Boy, what do you think? Also, what is Catalina playing at acting all shy and innocent?
The look on his face is priceless. I wish I could capture it on my phone and look at it whenever I'm down. I'd pay to know what he's thinking. Did he expect me to be some old ugly bitch or what? Leaning closer, I take a peek at his phone screen to see what he's staring at. It's the photo of me covered in blood. I'm still pissed that Salazar hasn't found the person who took it. But on the bright side, I'm trending again. My social media accounts have more followers which means there are more men falling at my feet. What else could I ask for? Folding my hands in front of me, I look at him shyly. A skill I have perfected and used many times to get what I want "It's edited" When he looks up confused, I add "The photo. It's edited. Salazar told me about AI and how it can generate photos that look real but of course, no one believes it because they all think I'm the devil" "Is that so?" "Yes" I sigh and then plaster a look of resignation on my face "You don't believe me either... It's fin
"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
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