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𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘~~~I’m not one to masturbate. Never have been.I mean, I've always been sexually confident—comfortable with my desires, with my body, with asking for what I want, and giving what is asked of me. But I never touched myself. Not when my body first woke up in my teens, not after I lost my virginity to that jerk Seb—may his soul rest in the deepest pit of hell. Amen.I didn't masturbate not even when I was in the UK when dorm whispers turned into late-night how-to tutorials and everyone swore the world ended in their own hands.I didn’t need to. I believed pleasure should arrive from someone who wanted to give it. It shouldn't be taken by oneself—not that I judged those who did.But after a few years of marriage, all that changed.My marriage to Ryat was a flash in-your-face wedding, that gave me the satisfaction that I needed at the moment, but it all ebbed away just as quickly.I had our son eight months post-wedding. Stress brought him early—or at least that's what the d

𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍~~~I still remember the day I flew back to Mexico like it’s burned into my fucking skin. Like it's etched into my flesh in blazing bold characters.One month—that’s all I was gone. Thirty-four goddamn days. I was called back to New York. I bled for the family, buried men who thought they could snatch our throne, reinstalled the Reigns supremacy. I did it to protect everything we built.And when I walked back through those chapel doors—the same chapel where I saw her for the first time, kneeling before the statue, silently praying.There she was.Purity. My Purity. Dressed in white, glowing like every dream I’d ever had—standing at the altar.Next to my brother.She didn’t even look at me. Not once. Not when the priest spoke. Not when Ryat slipped the ring on her finger. Not when I felt my chest cave in like a building set on fire.But her smile—that perfect, practiced smile—was a blade. A sharp, cruel little thing that cut deeper than any bullet ever could. It said, I moved

𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘~~~Ryan Reigns.The name alone still tastes like smoke and sin on my tongue. The man who once made me forget who I was, forget the world, forget everything but the way his hands could own me without a single word. Three days. That’s all it took for him to carve himself into my soul—three reckless, godless nights that branded me his before I ever wore another man’s ring.And now he’s here.Not the boy I once knew, but the Don. The head of the Valente group. The man every criminal in this rotten city either kneels to or bleeds for. Power clings to him like a second skin; it walks in before he does, bending the air to his will.He doesn’t need a gun like Ryat. He doesn’t need to shout. One word from Ryan could crush empires—and I know, because I’ve seen it.His honey eyes lock on me, then slide to his brother. Calm. Cold. Calculated. That calm is worse than Ryat’s rage. Because when Ryan loses control, the world doesn’t burn—it disappears.And right now, I can’t decide what

𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘~~~My life was simple once. Sweet, even. Warm Mexican sunsets, the scent of bougainvillea in the courtyard, laughter echoing through cobblestone streets—those were my constants.I never imagined all of it would vanish the moment I said 'I do.'Maybe I never imagined all the changes because I never thought I'd marry into a Mafia family, but I did.This is both ironic and funny, considering that my father spent his last years trying his very damned best to remove us—the De la Cruz—from the Mexican Cartel.My marriage to Ryat Reigns didn’t just change my name; it uprooted my soul and dragged me into a world I was once removed from—a world ruled by blood, power, and silence.From sunlit gardens in San Cristóbal to the shadows of New York’s underworld, I learned quickly that love isn’t the only thing that binds—it’s fear, it’s control, it’s survival.I lived as a faithful wife though. For five whole years, I lived as the faithful wife of the mighty Ryat Reigns, even though he

𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘~~~"Room 401."The receptionist's light blue eyes stare at me judgmentally for a brief second before she nods, then grabs the telephone, putting a call through.I look around again, worried that someone might catch a glimpse of me and report back to base or anything like that. But there are no familiar faces around."A Ms. De la Cruz is here to see you..."I blow the gum in my mouth, forming a pale pink balloon just at the tip of my lips before it pops noisily.I completely ignore the eyes that flutter my way and tap on the polished wood counter of the reception.Nodding and speaking into the phone in the affirmative, she places the receiver back in the cradle, then pulls a smile."He's expecting you.""I know." I switch my weight from one heel to the other. "Directions?""Elevator’s at the end of the hall"—she points—"Fourth floor." Her smile a little too sweet for my taste.With a gruff sigh, I strut off, the sharp click of my heels echoing against the marble tiles, bu