SHE DEVIL

"Mama, papa, I'm home. And let me tell you that I am now a proud..." I screech to a halt, my eyes going to the three men in our living room. One is seated while the other two are standing. I wonder if they're Papa's friends because he never brings anyone around "Oh, we have visitors. Hi" "Run Catalina. Run" Andres yells from the other side of the room. I furrow my eyebrows, wondering what has gotten into him. "Quiet. Can't you see we have visitors?" Papa snaps. "Is she the one you were talking about?" One of the men asks turning to look at me. He gives me a once-over and then nods. As if he approves of what he's seeing "We'll see if the boss accepts her" "She's pure. Untouched" Papa rushes to say. For the first time, I notice that he is kneeling and Mama and Andres are standing in a corner, hurdled up together. These men don't look friendly at all and despite their size, they are too young to be Papa's friends. A feeling of foreboding creeps up my spine. Who are they

"I can wash myself" "I didn't ask" Susana snaps and then continues scrubbing my skin with more force than necessary. Just when I thought Julio was going to slit my throat, the boss told him to have Susana wash me and put me in clean clothes. At the mention of a woman's name, I breathed a sigh of relief thinking she might be able to help me but I was wrong. Not only is she mean but she's also ugly. Mama told me that women should always help each other and never put each other down but I guess she was also wrong. Because if she had helped me, I wouldn't be standing in this fancy bathroom getting scrubbed by a fat, mean, ugly lady. When I tried to ask her for help, she slapped me and threatened to lock me in a room with a few men. She also called me a prostitute and has been mumbling about how no one respects her or they wouldn't make her do such things. But every time I ask her to stop, she scrubs harder. If my skin doesn't have bruises after this, I'll be luck

IMPORTANT. PLEASE READ I thought I should put this warning up so you guys know what you're getting into. This book is a bit dark so there will be themes of murder, assault, off-screen sexual assault (which means it will be mentioned but not described), suicide, and drug overdose. There might be others I forgot to mention so please, if you're not comfortable with reading those themes, it would be best to not proceed. I tend to keep my mafia books light but this one will be different. Fanuco Ferrero is a sick twisted man and he turns Catalina into who she is. To be able to show the extent of his damage, some themes can't be avoided. Please DON'T IGNORE this warning and complain about it in the future. For those who decide to proceed, thank you for your support. There's an ongoing contest that I'm hoping to win so your support is highly appreciated. Drop a gem if you can and a review if you like the story. To write a review, click on the three dots at the top right of your screen, choo

"Why are they always so predictable?" Julio asks. He's standing behind me, together with Salazar watching the screen as my soon-to-be wife runs away. I wonder where she'll go first. Back to the man who sold her or the man she thinks will save her. I'd like to see who has the balls to go against me "Don't let her out of your sight. If she goes to the police..." "Let them detain her," I tell Julio. Once she spends a night in a cold cell, she'll eagerly run back to me. There are so many ways I can punish her for trying to run from me but first I want to see what she has in mind. Most of the girls don't have families or friends so they know not to run but a few of them still tried to do it. And when they realized they had nowhere to go and no one would help them, they came back. "Sweet. Can I have her if you're not interested?" "Why? Are the women at the club tired of your small dick already?" Fucking idiot. He sticks his dick anywhere. It's a wonder he hasn't contracted diseases or an

Kill? I've never even gotten into a fight with anyone. I mean the physical kind where you beat others. I've argued with Andres and this one time Xiomara, one of my classmates, pulled my hair while calling me names. I don't know what I did to make her so angry but I couldn't fight back because I was scared her friends would join and gang up on me. All I did was cry and ask her to let go. That is as close as I've come to harming others. Now El Rey is promising to make me kill someone if I disobey him. What is wrong with him? What is wrong with the adults around me? I didn't grow up sheltered. I've always known how dark this world we live in is. When I was thirteen, my neighbor Dulce and her mother were found dead in their house. Her father used to come home drunk and beat them until they passed out. Their screams could be heard everywhere. There were times Mama gave them food and back then, I stupidly thought she was a saint for helping them. Because no one else looked their way. Now th