Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 31: Demons really do have angelic faces.. “Mr. Cartel had no problem with his oldest son killing multiple families and student nor having a sex slave, no. What Mr. Cartel was against was one of his sons loving,” continues Lucius, coming back with a bag full of palettes containing tons of different colours. “Mr. Cartel was very particular when it came to love. He believed it would be the demise of the family and, as paranoid as he was, he raised his sons with no love but discipline which is why when Clyde refused to dominate Janina and declared his love for her, Mr. Cartel disowned him.”“Why did Clyde marry her then? If he knew that was bound to happen.”“Who knows. It all worked out for the better though. We all know Diaz is a better head of the family than Clyde could have ever been,” Lucius confesses bluntly. “Now that I think about it, it’s actually quite funny, how Diaz changed the moment he heard about his brother’s mistake. He has always been st

Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 33: Nothing new . “Too gentle to be human, Oh, Althea from Heaven,” hums a man behind her. “Hello, Althea.”If the creepy warmth of his breath wasn’t enough to make Althea shiver, the mention of her name is.“How do you know my name?”“I know a lot of stuff, Althea,” whispers the man on her ear. He comes so close to her his words start condensing on her skin. “I know you’re from small side Sangrid. I know you used to dance. And I know you never wanted this life.”“By now, I think that is common knowledge. Everyone seems to know. Is there anything you want to achieve with this? Because if you’re trying to threaten me you should get in line,” says Althea to the man, injecting as much confidence in her voice as she can.This man knowing her name makes the hair on her neck stand like icicles but she needs to take control of the situation. Acting confident seems like the best way to do it. With Diaz, acting like nothing can affect her seems to work wonders,

Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 35: heart full of thorns.“Take care of the guests for me,” says Diaz to Clyde. The taller man leaves to do as he is told.The brunette looks at Ronan standing behind him and leaves the room. The hitman gets the message without needing any words. He walks behind Diaz, alert to further threats while directing his men to follow.The men take Dias to the basement and tie him down to the floor, both wrists bound in front of his kneeling figure. In front of him sits the Diaz Cartel everyone fears. Not the young head of the Cartel family nor the spoiled brat who’s sheltered by everyone around him but the man who grew his father’s empire and defeated the biggest mafia in the country. The only man who could torture and kill Hernandez’s right hand with no fear for the consequences.“Begin,” says Diaz.Ronan nods, a knife already in his hand.--The doctor enters the room once again, preparing for another terrible sight. Every time he is called to Diaz’s room

Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 37: love really is the downfall of a person..The whole room stops moving, dust static in mid air. Clyde feels the gun jerking slowly, the bullet ready to fly, everything almost over.Then he stops.He stops seeing himself from the outside, suddenly back in control of his own body. He uses the moment to move the gun away from Janina, breathing rapidly in relief before realising his anger is not gone.“Janina,” calls Lucius once again, half his body stretching in an attempt to pull the older away from her husband.The sound screeches and echoes inside Clyde’s ears, his eyes shooting up to see Lucius looking at him with fear.He is unsure about what makes him explode again, his relief washed off in the blink of an eye. Unknowing if it is the nickname he loves sounding so naturally on Lucius’s lips, if it is the terror dominating the eyes of the raven, confident Clyde is capable of shooting his own wife or if it is the second of hesitation it takes him to

Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 40: tattoos and pain .Althea scratches her left wrist, the irritated skin under the bandage giving her hell.“Stop scratching it,” orders Harley moving her hand forcefully. “If you keep scratching, it will get infected.” The blonde looks at the cook straight in the eye and keeps on scratching. “It doesn’t matter how much you scratch it, the tattoo won’t vanish.”Deaf to the truth, Althea keeps attacking the skin of her wrist over the bandage, the letters under it burning her every cell.It has been three days since she was tattooed in Diaz’s office. The whole process had gone smoothly. After she had drawn what she wanted on a piece of paper, the tattoo artist got to work, efficiently engraving Althea’s chest with the only word she was sure would keep her going:Never mindAfter the night before with Diaz and his dagger, the pain of a needle breaking her skin felt like nothing to Althea, merely another day.But the worst hadn’t come yet.Althea had been