Vanessa "S-Sir, will it just be you and me?" I ask hesitantly, my voice quivering with uncertainty. A sharp smack to my ass makes me yelp. "That's a ridiculous question. What other man would I allow to touch my wife?" he snaps. "I-I just-" I stammer before he cuts me off, his dominance asserting itself. "That was before I realized you would become everything to me," he says with conviction. "Whether we engage in vanilla sex or not, from now on, I will be the only one to touch you. Fuck, even the thought of anyone else touching you makes me want to murder them in the most violent way possible. Danny is no exception now." Relief floods through me. Perhaps, he truly may love me. I hear a rustling from a nearby drawer before I feel him behind me once more. "Now, I'm determined to claim you in every way possible," he continues in a softer tone. There's a sound of something squirting, followed by the sensation of a cold, squishy liquid being massaged against my asshole. I gasp
Diego Vanessa sits in silence during the jet ride home, nervously biting her lip and picking at her nails. The abrupt end to our honeymoon ignites a fury within me, she was finally beginning to be happy in my presence. Now, we're being thrust back into my world, and while it's familiar territory, I can't help but feel a pang of longing for her world. A world where we cuddle and talk for hours, make love on the beach, and simply slow down to savor each moment of the day together. After we deal with this stupid shit with her sister, I swear to myself that I'll make time to escape to her world. I want to create countless cherished memories with her and our future children. It's a promise I'll keep to us both. Once we land, I take her hand and lead her to the town car to go home. Charlie nods in the rearview mirror when he sees me, "Nice to see you again, Jefe and Mrs. Reyes." "Likewise, Charlie," I reply. It's good to be home...somewhat. Vanessa responds with a soft hum,
Diego "No!" Vanessa stands abruptly, gripping my arm. I turn to face her, noticing the intensity in her grey eyes. "You have to save her. She can't die because of me," she pleads, her voice laced with desperation for her snake of a sister. I almost scoff, but I hold the sound in. If she dies, it would only be due to her own stupidity. Shit isn't adding up. Viktor didn't want her due to her age, so why would he kidnap her now? I've been dealing with his bullshit for ten years. He wouldn't start a war like this. That means someone else took her and one of my men. And I have an idea who it is. "Load up the car. We have work to do," I command. The soldiers follow Leroy out of the room. Sal finishes the liquor in his glass, sets it down on the end table, then rises from his seat slowly. "I'll join you. Wouldn't want you doing anything foolish," he remarks with a chuckle. "Leo's right, she has you wrapped around her little pinky." With that, he follows Leroy out the front door.
Vanessa After Diego leaves, leaving me to be babysat by Danny and two other men, I storm off to my room. I'm pissed the fuck off. Not exactly at him, but at the entire situation. My sister could be getting tortured right now, and though I didn't know Luis well, I knew he spent the most time with my sister. Maybe he actually cared for her, and now they're on the verge of dying together. I can't lose my sister. She's the only family I have. Diego rescued us from that house together, and it's only fair we both live happy, fulfilled lives. If Viktor kidnapped her because he couldn't have me, how can I possibly sit here and wait for Diego to return? I have to do something. But what? I gnaw on my bottom lip, pacing back and forth as my mind races with possibilities. Hours seem to pass before the door swings open and Danny leans against the doorframe. "Are you going to eat?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Diego said you haven't eaten since yesterday morning." I fight back a smile.
Vanessa "No. Danny promised Diego he wouldn't leave my side until he returns. Do you want to get him killed?" I retort, glaring at them. They glance at each other before the one trying to order me around grudgingly relents, "fine. Don't try any funny shit and stay where we can see you." Okay, asshole. But I nod obediently. "Of course. I just want to make sure Danny is okay," I reply with feigned sadness. As they carry Danny to the car, I trail behind, managing to keep the fake tears flowing. Once we're away from the estate, heading to where I assume the hospital is, I begin to wonder how I'm going to get to the location the man texted me. I still have forty minutes left, but I have no idea about the distance between the hospital and where I need to go. I can't drive, and with no phone service, I can't call an Uber or anything. There's only one other option I can think of. I just hope it works. Once we arrive at the hospital, one of the men take Danny inside, who stirs in
Diego "I'll ask once more...where the fuck is Celeste Reyes?" I snarl, my voice dripping with menace. After hours of torture, the poor bastard still hasn't cracked, but I won't stop until I get the information I need out of him. And then I'll still slit his throat for wasting my time when I could be home with my wife right now. "Para! Para! (Stop! Stop!)" He screams, tears streaming down his wrinkled face. We're in the middle of my stepmother's living room. I expected to find her when I arrived, but instead, I found him scrubbing blood from the floor. He claims he doesn't know where it came from, he was just ordered to clean it, but I know the fucker is lying. Celeste must be paying him a lot because we could've been done with this a while ago. But oh well. Despite Leo and Sal's assistance, we're not getting anywhere. At this rate, Luis and Alicia will be killed before we can find out where Nathan is keeping them. And Celeste knows where he's hiding. Finding her means
Diego I wipe my face clean, and order one of my men to drag his body outside and toss it in the desert somewhere where the animals can have a nice meal. Amongst this, I come to the stark realization that whether or not Vanessa betrayed me, she's fucking mine. And I won't let her get away so easily. She can run and she can hide, but I'll find her, even if I have to drag her back kicking and screaming. It's not like it's the first time. She has my ring on her finger, my collar around her neck...she'll always belong to me. Growing impatient with Nico taking too fucking long to call back, I decide to take matters into my own hands. "Leo, get Brian on the phone, now!" "This is her last known location. the phone is still there," Brian says, pointing to the computer where a dot flickers continuously on the screen. I should've put a tracking device in her. Why the fuck didn't I? I lean in closer. "This building looks abandoned. What was it before?" Sal glances over our sho
Vanessa I grit my teeth as Celeste presses another lit cigar against my skin. Despite blacking out from the pain in our earlier torture session, she merely splashed water on my face and resumed her merciless work. I'm starving and naked except for my collar, only because Celeste and Nathan couldn't get it off. I'm grateful for that, it's as if Diego is with me right now. My body is beaten, with cuts and burns everywhere. Let's just say my will to live has dramatically decreased in the last twenty-four hours. But I made a promise to Diego—that I wouldn't give up, that I'd do whatever it takes to get back to him. That's if they don't end up killing us both. Celeste casually places the cigar back between her lips, igniting it with a flick of her lighter. Clad in a cozy sweater and cardigan that somehow doesn't have a single drop of blood on them, she looks like a gentle, old woman, but she is anything but. Diego tried to warn me about her cruelty, but I had no idea she was this