“$100,000!” yelled a man with a golden tooth and a scar that looked like it had been carved by a bear. “$200,000!” “$300,000!” The numbers climbed, each one a nail on my coffin. “$1 million.” The entire room froze and practically everyone turned towards the deep commanding voice. "Going once... The Princess of Sinaloa, Sold for $1 million!" *************************** Lola Volcan lived as the princess of Sinaloa believing her family’s wealth came from tequila exports. Her life falls apart when her father is murdered. She is sold by family to the Cali Cartel, led by the merciless Ramon Cali. A man whose name alone silences entire cities. Everyone expects the sheltered princesa to break. But under her delicate innocence burns a volcano of cunning mischief, defiance and rage that is fueled by betrayal. Ramon is enchanted by her wits, courage and beauty as he drags her into his world of luxury, danger and violence. As Lola plots her revenge against the family that betrayed her, she is also working against the Cali Cartel. She finds herself caught in an erotic entanglement with the man who now owns her. Their twisted game of manipulation grows into dangerous obsession and passion. He realizes her sabotage but is already head over heels for her. When the rival Gomez Cartel declares war, Ramon does the unexpected. Lola Volcan rises from the ashes of betrayal, daring to rewrite her destiny. In her vengeance will she spare the man who not only owns her body but now her heart too. Or will she crush him along side all who betrayed her?
Lihat lebih banyak“You have the touch, mija,” Carlos said, as he watched his daughter Lola, working amongst the blue-green agave plants, her hands moving with practiced ease.
Pride swelled in his chest, although it came with a familiar worry.
“Just like your Mama,” he added. “The Lord bless her soul. The land speaks to you, doesn’t it?”
He saw so much of his late wife in Lola, especially in her connection to their heritage. Something he feared his son, Diego, would never understand.
Lola looked up, her face smudged with dirt. Her clear blue eyes reflecting the azure sky always reminded Carlos of her mother.
She quickly nodded. “It does, Papa. It always has.”
It was another sunny day at the Volcans’ large agave fields in the foothills of Sinaloa and Lola loved being here. Her hands dirty from tending the agave roots, feeling this connection with the lands that belonged to her family for generations.
She was still the beloved princess of Sinaloa, a title she wore with pride. Although, now at 21, Lola often felt more like a wildflower than sheltered royalty.
For Lola, her Papa was her family, the steadfast center of her world since her mother passed; his laughter, his guidance, his presence were her anchors.
He stood beside her, his face weathered by sun and age but still undeniably handsome.
They were so close, one could say their bond was as deep and rooted as the ancient agave plants themselves. She had always tagged along learning the farm business, nurturing her love for their legacy.
Very much unlike her brother Diego, who seemed only interested in hanging out with their uncle Matías, some spoiled second-generation heirs or big ballers. Recklessly spending money on chicas and clubs.
Carlos sighed inwardly whenever he thought of Diego. The boy was easily led, a constant source of worry, especially with Matías whispering God knows what in his ear.
Lola found joy in tending the land, understanding the delicate balance between nurturing and harvesting. She knew the exact time when the agave was ready. Recognizing the slight shift in its color, the subtle give of its fleshy leaves under pressure.
“Look at this one!” Lola held up a particularly large agave plant. “This will surely make the finest tequila” she smiled excitedly.
“Yes! One day, mija, this land will be yours,” Carlos said, as he looked across the vast fields stretching towards the mountains.
His expression held pride, but also a hint of something deeper, that made Lola’s heart feel a little uneasy.
“Promise me that you’ll protect it.”
“From what, Papa?” Lola asked. “The only danger here is your terrible jokes.” She laughed mischievously, trying to bring back the warmth to his face.
Carlos chuckled, though the worry was still around his eyes. “Life has a way of throwing us curveballs, mija. Just promise me.”
“I promise, Papa,” Lola replied immediately, her voice filled with fierce, filial piety. She loved this farm, protecting it felt as natural as breathing.
He patted her shoulder gently. “You’ll see, Lolita. The world is not as kind as these fields. You must be strong like the agave. It thrives even in the harshest weather.” You will need that strength soon, my brave girl.
Carlos reached into his inner pocket and brought out a small, intricate pendant. It was a silver necklace holding a very detailed, beautifully crafted agave blossom.
“For your mayoría de edad económica.”
The financial coming of age.
“Turn, mija,” he instructed softly, fastening the cool silver chain around her neck. It felt like settling a mantle on her shoulders. “Next week you will be turning 21, old enough to own the fields under your mother’s will. The company will pass to you… if you’re ready.”
‘And if I can ensure Matías respects Elena’s wishes,’ he added silently, a task proving harder than he’d anticipated.
His thumb brushed the engraving on the back of the pendant: LV21. “Wear this, and the land will know its true queen.”
‘I am as ready as any 21-year-old can be to inherit an empire,’ Lola thought with a surge of determination, ‘and I have put in a lot of work to be prepared.’ Her recent diploma in Viticulture and Enology from Tuscany felt like proof of her commitment.
“In just over 2 months of being the manager for the Exports department, you have already brought in 2 international orders in the millions through your contacts in Europe. You can do this, mija,” Papa reassured her, genuine pride shining in his eyes.
“Yes, Papa,” Lola agreed readily, wondering why he kept emphasizing on it. “and of course, you will be here to guide me in every step.”
The pendant felt cool against her skin, it felt like a silent promise between them, strengthening her resolve.
“It’s beautiful, Papa. Muchas gracias,” she said, kissing his cheek as she hugged him tightly, cherishing the moment.
Unfortunately, this precious moment of peace was shattered by the noisy rumble of an approaching vehicle. A luxurious, black SUV sped down the dirt farm road, trailing a plume of dust. It stopped abruptly near them, its polished body shining in the sunlight.
Lola’s heart skipped a beat. The vehicle was obviously not one of theirs. Her family preferred the reliable, if somewhat battered, Toyota trucks.
She recognized this type of expensive SUV. A chill traced its way down her spine. Why is one here in the farm?
Matías came out of the SUV looking tensed which confirmed Lola’s unease.
He was not a man of many words and looked like the lower version of Carlos. The receding hairline, shorter height and greasy look setting him apart.
His presence always gave Lola a sense of discomfort. Matías ignored Lola, his focus entirely on his brother. ‘Time is running out,’ he thought.
“Carlos,” Matías said, his voice low and urgent, “we need to talk. Now.”
Carlos smile vanished instantly, replaced by a cold gaze. He knew this tone, Matías only brought trouble. “What is going on, Matías?”
Matías glanced dismissively at Lola, looking over her with barely concealed annoyance. He didn’t want the girl involved. “This is for your ears only, Carlos.”
A knot tightened in Lola’s stomach. She had never been excluded from Papa’s affairs before; Matías’s sudden secrecy felt suspicious and threatening.
“Go and check the distillery, Lola,” Papa said, his voice firm but gentle, a clear attempt to shield her. “Make sure the fermentation has started and that everything is running smoothly.” His eyes pleaded silently with her to obey without question.
‘Fine!’ Lola thought, frustrated but seeing the seriousness in her father’s eyes. As she reluctantly turned away, her gaze stayed on Papa’s face. She saw a flicker of something, deep worry or perhaps even fear . ‘What aren’t they telling me?’
As Lola walked towards the distillery, the men’s voices faded behind her, replaced by the familiar sounds of the machinery ahead.
But her mind was far from easy; she kept replaying the scene, trying desperately to understand what they were hiding.
The distillery was a large factory building, filled with the earthy aroma of fermenting agave, bustling with its usual afternoon activity. Workers moved with practiced efficiency, their hands guiding the ancient process that transformed the humble plant into the prized tequila carrying the Volcan name.
Aunt Delores and some workers greeted her near the entrance, she was lost in thought. Delores noticed Lola’s troubled look but kept her thoughts to herself.
By the time Lola came out from the distillery, it was evening. She needed to know what’s up.
But as she neared the study wing, Lola felt a strange premonition wash over her. The study door, usually left slightly ajar, was now closed. Muffled, but distinctly raised voices carried from inside. An argument?
Lola crept closer, pressing her ear against the thick wooden door, straining to hear.
“The Cali Cartel knows,” Matías’s voice hissed, sharp and urgent. “They want payment.”
Lola’s heart leaped into her throat. The Cali Cartel? The name alone was whispered with fear throughout Sinaloa. A ruthless force whose power stretched across Mexico. What could they possibly want with Papa?
“I’ll find a way,” Papa’s voice answered, but it lacked its usual strength; it sounded thin, almost desperate. “I always do.”
“There is no way, Carlos!” Matías’s voice rose, laced with undisguised panic. “They want what they’re owed, and they won’t wait any longer!”
Suddenly, Lola heard heavy footsteps coming towards the study. She immediately dashed into the dark side corridor, sneaking away.
Her escape was suddenly cut short by a sharp, deafening CRACK. A gunshot.
Lola froze, her blood running cold. She quickly took cover behind a large potted fern waiting for whatever danger it was to pass.
Suddenly the realization hit her, the sound had come from the study.
She ran back as fast as she could, pushing through the now slightly open door. Her eyes widened in horror at the scene inside.
Papa was slumped in his heavy leather chair, his head bending to the side. A dark, wet stain was spreading fast across the front of his favorite linen shirt. His eyes that was just filled with warmth and laughter, were now cold, blinking sightlessly.
Lola screamed, a heart wrenching sound of grief and shock. She rushed to Papa’s side, her hands shaking as she touched his cooling face.
“Papa!” she cried, her voice choked with sobs, tears streaming down her face. “Papa, don’t leave me, nooo!”
His lips moved slightly trying to speak his last words but they were barely a whisper. “Trust… no one.”
His fingers dangled against the open ledger on his desk, smearing the fresh ink where he had written – Lola’s 21st: Secure trust fund before Mati… Blood began to pool around the simple gold wedding band on his finger, the one he’d sworn never to remove.
“Papi…” Lola sobbed brokenly, pressing his unresponsive hand against the new pendant at her neck. “You promised… you promised to sign the papers with me…”
She clutched her pendant so tightly the delicate silver petals dug painfully into her palm. Matías and Diego appeared in the doorway, their faces looking cold without any emotion.
The world around Lola seemed to shift and spin. The reality crashing down on her, threatening to shatter her completely.
Her father, her anchor, her world… gone, just like that.
And the chilling emptiness on the faces of her uncle and brother… offered no comfort at all.
He softly pushed her back onto the bed and climbed over her. Lola could feel how hard he was as his hard member pressed on her laps. He bent down trailing kisses from her neck to each breast and down her belly. "You are literally leaking Lolita! Gosh, I never knew hitting your throat would make you so wet for me baby!" Ramón said in excitement.“Let me get a taste of you baby,” he said and went ahead to raise her right leg up for more access. He started licking away her juices from her outer to her inner lips. “Yeah baby, gosh…lick me clean.”Ramón grabbed her boobs squeezing and flicking the nipple with a finger making it harder.He licked the entrance of her pussy but didn't put his tongue in and suddenly got up. Position himself well he entered her with a single, powerful thrust, filling her completely with his huge cock. "Ah!" Lola moaned loudly, digging her nails into his back as her body arching to meet his. "Damn baby!You are always so fucking tight!" Ramón grunted. Her
He came closer and started tangling his hand in her hair. Lola's breath caught in her throat as he pulled her head back a little. In this position the hard length of him was right in front of her lips."Open your mouth your mouth for me, baby," he growled with desire. Lola hesitated for a moment, her mind all over the place. She opened her mouth and his dick darted on impulse. The tip of his long dick landed in her mouth and she immediately tasted his arousal. She licked the tip and got a groan in response.He couldn’t hold on again pushing into her mouth. He started moving his hips in a slow rhythm. Lola's eyes watered as he hit the back of her throat, she instinctively tried to pull away. But he was holding her hair tight to keep her in place. Oh my goodness, is his dick getting bigger? she thought as her mind started racing as she gagged. I can't breathe, I can't think, I can't do anything but feel him, taste him. He pulled back a bit, giving her time to breathe before he w
His mouth crashed down on hers with full force. with pent up passion and anger. There was nothing like affection or gentleness about this kiss. He kissed her with pent up fury and raw desire. He was nibbling on her lips and then his tongue went dipper exploring every part of her mouth. Her choking gasp was swallowed by his kiss. He tasted of a mix of whiskey and his own dark desires. I've missed this man.On instinct her hands tangled in his disheveled hair. Pulling him closer she started deepening the kiss. A dangerous thrill shot through her whole body. This was not seduction. This was a claiming. A punishment. And an undeniable response flared ins8de Lola, against her logical sense.He tore at the flimsy dress she was wearing. The thin fabric ripped, pulling away easily. He threw the pieces away without looking away from her eyes. Cool air hit her bare skin and she shivered. But that was quickly replaced by the scorching heat of his hands. He pushed her unto the bed and s
Ramón did not waste any time and just grabbed Lola's arm. "So you think you can just play these games, princesa? You didn't even care about the lives of my men, huh?" he snarled, dragging her roughly from the armory. He didn't even care that everyone was looking at this point. His men scattered making way for him and Lola to pass. Lola stumbled, but kept pace. She didn't fight him. She knew this was coming and already made up her mind to be punished. He dragged her through the villa, past guards who looked away as Ramón dragged her up the stairs.He wasn't taking her to a cell, not exactly. He was taking her to a room next to his which she had assumed was empty. He opened the door and the room was empty except for a small bed. Then she looked around and saw fluffy handcuffs with chains from the ceiling, wall and on the bed. “Oh my goodness, Ramón! Let me out of here”He pushed her inside and she hit the wall hard. She gasped, breath leaving her lungs. "You are going to stay he
She did not have to wait long. She was dragged into the cold armory by two guards. Ramón stormed in raging fury that was barely controlled. He moved like a viper that is about to strike. His usually green eyes were now very dark due from anger. Lola’s heart started pounding fast against her ribs but she stood her grounds, keeping her face as straight as possible. She would not show fear. Not to him. He didn’t say anything. He just lunged. Before Lola could even blink, he had her. He slammed her back against the cold ballistic glass that held different assault rifles. Her teeth shook from the impact and a shudder of pain rose up her back, but she would not scream.His crushing hands quickly closed upon her throat. Not choking her, not cutting off her airway. Not gripping her still but pinning her down. His pressed his thumbs deep into her pulse points to show his control. He could kill her, in this instant, with just a squeeze. And for just a split second, Lola thought that he
Lola woke up tired and yawning. It was almost noon, the sun was high in the sky and it was getting hot. Stretching herself she slowly got up from bed very hungry. She spotted a food tray on the table and she rushed to get the coffee. Eliza is such a thoughtful one. I will eat first, then brush and bathe later. As the cold coffee hit her tongue Lola almost gagged. “What in the world! Oh my goodness, looks like this has been here for too long.”“I guess am brushing and taking that shower first.” Sighing, Lola just drag herself to the bathroom for a quick cleanup. When she came out of the shower the smell of steaming hot coffee and chicken porridge filled. Checking the large tray, there was also Elizas hangover soup and two side dishes. “Thank you” she hollered to nobody in particular and quickly threw on an oversized polo and shorts. She started with the coffee and before long had wolfed down everything. She burped rubbing her bulging tummy. Hours later at the Devils Gulch where
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