Chapter 2

Diego

Ripping the tape from her mouth, she winces. "It looks like you want to say something, Mama. What is it?" I ask, abandoning my native tongue, as I doubt they speak Spanish. She spits in my face, and I chuckle as I wipe it away. "A feisty one, I like that. What's your name?"

"Fuck you!" she seethes, "where is my father? What did you do to him, you monster!"

A dark chuckle escapes my lips. "He's maggot food, and you and the rest of your family are going to join him shortly."

I'm actually considering another idea, but I say that just to see her reaction. Is she truly as tough as she presents herself, or is she just another weak, sheltered princess crying for her daddy?

Her eyes widen, but she doesn't dissolve into tears like her mother, whose wailing has become obnoxiously louder. I grit my teeth, the sound grating against my skull. "Shut the fuck up before I send you to hell with your husband!" I growl. She sobs even harder, and I'm two seconds from actually considering putting a bullet in her head.

"That's my older sister, you dickweed. Our mom died years ago!" the feisty mama retorts.

That's news to me. Perhaps I never truly knew Antonio at all. I'm sure that's exactly how he wanted it, considering he spent the last ten years earning my trust only to steal from me. He knew my father even longer than that.

Just thinking about him has rage flooding my veins again. I seize the girl's ponytail, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Don't disrespect me again, or I'll shove my cock down that pretty little throat of yours," I threaten, venom lacing my words.

She shudders, but her eyes never leave mine. "What do you want from us? I-I'll give you anything, just leave us alone." Her voice trembles slightly, fueling my desire.

I can't even remember the last time I desired sex this badly. Perhaps it's her beauty. Or the hatred in her eyes. Or the need to push my dick past those pouty lips of hers. But I want her.

I need to possess her.

I smirk, edging closer until our faces are only inches apart. "Five million dollars. Tell me, Mama, do you have that stashed away somewhere?"

"Five million?" she gasps incredulously. "Are you fucking joking right now? How would we have that kind of money?"

"Would I have emptied my gun into your father's chest if I were in a joking mood?"

A blend of anger and fear flickers in her eyes. She gnaws on her bottom lip, and I can't help but watch. The things I could use that mouth for...

"L-Look, maybe we can work out a deal," she stammers. "We both can get jobs, and we can pay you monthly...or like every two weeks if you prefer."

I laugh bitterly. "You think a minimal wage job will repay what you owe me?"

It will take a whole lifetime in this fucked up economy.

"N-No, but-"

"I'll tell you what," I interject. "You and your sister will work in my club for six months, and I'll consider the debt paid off."

Both sisters stare at me in confusion. "What club?"

"Does it matter? You work, or I can kill you now."

She scowls. "Can I at least discuss this with my sister first?"

I smile sarcastically as I tear the tape from the other sister's mouth. "Sure, talk it over. We'll wait."

Danny moves beside me, while Luis and Leroy watch from the door. "Jefe, no estoy tratando de cuestionarte, pero... ¿las hijas de Antonio (Boss, I'm not trying to question you...but Antonio's daughters)?" Danny asks, choosing his words carefully.

It damn sure sounds like he's questioning my decision, but I won't punish him...this time. He's right; we can't trust them. However, they're young and attractive, and they could make me a shit load of money. I wonder why Antonio never thought of this instead of fucking stealing from me.

I smirk to myself. "Actually, I think it's the perfect revenge. Antonio can watch from the grave as his little girls dance and whore themselves out for my money. He did this to them, after all."

I say it loud enough for them to hear it. They fall silent for a moment, digesting my words before continuing their discussion.

Danny nods in agreement. "I'll just keep a close eye on these putas (bitches)."

"Good, they'll stay at the estate until their debt is paid."

Danny might become a glorified babysitter for the next six months, but he knows he'll be well-compensated for it. I always take care of my familia (family).

"Okay, we've decided," the feisty Mama interjects.

I turn to her. "Perfect. Which is it? Getting your brains blown out or working for me?"

"The latter, but if this involves prostitution, go ahead and kill me. I'm not...fucking anyone."

She says "fucking" like it's a foreign word she's never used before. I wonder if she's ever been touched by a man before. We'll have plenty of time to find out.