Author’s POVDolores felt a soft pressure against her rosy lips, a warmth spreading over them, and she forced her eyes open. Don Santiago's face came into view, ridiculously close in the borders of the jeep. He was—he was—kissing her, his tongue traced the soft fullness of her lips.Disbelief erased the last bits of her grogginess, replaced by anger. She bit down on his lower lip, hard, and then headbutted him with a force that sent a shock through her own skull.He withdrew with a groan, clutching his bleeding lip. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" he yelled, his voice filled with pain and outrage.She wiped her mouth with the back of her palm. "I should be asking you that! You are a creep! I was fucking sleeping. What gave you the right to do that, huh?"He chuckled, a sound that got on her nerves. "I'm sorry, gorgeous. Something just came over me. I... I was attracted to you for a moment, you just look so…kissable. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you. I apologize."Her anger
Rosita's POV It was late, goddamn nighttime, and my stomach rumbled with hunger. They hadn't given me a crumb of food all day, and sleep was out of the question. Not after Ximena’s thugs ripped some of my fingernails off with tweezers, leaving my fingers sore and red. The fucking bandages helped a little, but it still felt like someone was driving hot needles into my fingertips. And then there were my legs, they were still paralyzed, and I couldn’t feel my toes. I thrashed against the bed, my own tears burning my eyes. I couldn't feel them, not the blood flowing through them, not a damn thing. It was like they didn't even belong to me. And the baby, I still couldn't wrap my head around it. Was it even real? I was poisoned just weeks ago and almost died. If I were pregnant, wouldn't the poison have killed it by now? I was a goddamn mess, both inside and out. A loud knock on the door jerked me back to reality. I braced myself, my heart crashing against my ribcage. Who was it t
Deangelo's POV Hours. It had been hours of brutal fighting, a goddamn meat crusher. My team was doing everything in their power to hold back my stepmother’s army, but it was like fighting a fucking hydra, every head we chopped off, two more grew in its place. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were playing a losing game. How the hell did that old bitch get her hands on so many goddamn troops? Only the President could assemble this kind of force, and Ximena was just some gold digger playing queen substitute. My heart took off like a kite in a windstorm. I stood side by side with Silvia in the dark hallway, our assault rifles raised, cold sweat stinging my eyes. Countless dead bodies messed up the floor, a gruesome sight of disfigured bodies and spilled blood. We were running out of bullets, running out of time, and running out of options. Leaving the massive building was damn near impossible, but staying here meant we wanted to get captured, or worse. I had to get to my princ
Deangelo's POV"Hmph…" I tried to speak, to say something, anything, but the words caught in my throat like shards of glass.I managed to stand, though my chest felt like it was being crushed by a goddamn millstone. Silvia and Hugo tiptoed closer to the box, and the look on their faces when they peeped inside was like they had seen a ghost.Silvia turned to me, her voice crackling ever so slightly. "It's... It's her fingernails, boss. T-The beauty, it’s her fucking nails. I remember she had red nails the last time I saw her."Her words hit me like a goddamn punch to the stomach. "I’m sorry, boss, I can only imagine how you feel right now,"A ringing started in my ears, even as my heart was slamming against my ribcage with alarming force. I shoved past them, grabbing the box, and my gaze landed on the two goddamn fingernails inside.They were red, elegant, chipped polish clinging to the bottom; they were ripped, torn, with speckles of blood and flesh still clinging to them, someone had
Deangelo's POV The security guards, clearly eager to be rid of the mysterious packages, nodded and hurried to obey, placing the boxes softly onto the nearest desk. A few laptops and notebooks went flying, crashing to the ground with a loud thud. "Now what are you waiting for? Get the hell out of here and don't show your faces again!" I added with all my anger. The security left as fast as their feet could carry them without dropping the gun they had on their hips. They ran out of the room, as if they were being chased, leaving me alone with the boxes. I stood frozen in that position, my hand resting on the edge of the desk, feeling the strange pressure making my head spin. My head filled with the creepiest possible pictures, and I tried to shake them out of my head. I just hoped that it wasn’t human heads that were inside the boxes; that would be too cliché. I just had to resist it and think of something useful. What if this was a test? As if answering my thoughts, the light
Rosita's POV My head felt like a goddamn jackhammer was going to town inside. My eyes were glued shut, but I forced them open anyway. An unfamiliar room came into focus, all plain light brown and germ-free. Not a single damn thing looked familiar. All of a sudden, my eyes traveled to the tube, a transparent plastic tube snaking its way into my right wrist. Panic climbed up my throat. I didn't remember shit, just a pair of hands dragging me, then... pitch-black. I didn't give a flying fuck what was in that tube, I yanked it out. The needle tore a hole, and bright red blood blossomed around the wound, staining the bedsheets. I clenched my teeth against the pain, a familiar sting in a world gone sideways. I threw off the covers, ready to run out of here, but my legs wouldn't cooperate. They were weighty and useless, like lead pipes. "Fuck! Mija! Mija! Dolores!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The poison... had it come back? Was this how it ended? Paralyzed, in some shithole