Diego
BANG! BANG! BANG!Bullets fly from my gun, ricocheting through the chest of the bastard who betrayed me. "What a fucking waste," I sigh, watching blood pool onto the floor. I shove the gun back into my waistband holster, inhaling the addictive scent of gun powder and revenge.Turning to my second-in-command, Leonardo stands near the door, gazing down at the body with a stoic expression. "Leo, get somebody to clean this up!" I bark.With a curt nod, he's on the phone with the "cleaning" crew. They'll have this piece of shit in a body bag within the hour, ensuring there's no trace of him left behind.I storm back into the club, where loud music fills the building, drowning out the sounds of sex. I head straight to the bar and order a shot of tequila. Axel places it in front of me, worry etched on his countenance."Is it done, Jefe (Boss)?" he asks, his voice tight with emotion.This has deeply affected each of my men, whether they admit it or not. We're supposed to be a familia, loyal to each other and protect one another at all costs. Or at least that's what I used to believe until I was viciously stabbed in the back.My jaw tenses. "Yeah, that backstabbing motherfucker is dead," I mutter. As I down the drink, there's a welcoming burn in my throat. "Fuck!" I roar, launching it towards the wall. Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass.My temper has been out of control lately. But who can blame me? Antonio was one of my best men, and I found out too late that he was stealing from me. Besides the men I've already tortured and killed for information, I don't know who else could have been working with him besides the Russians. Any of my men could be traitors, and I fucking hate traitors. Nobody steals from me. NOBODY!My blood is boiling, threatening to explode. Killing him wasn't enough. Once you join the mafia, your family automatically becomes collateral. He took from me, and I'm going to take everything from him even if he's already rotting away in hell.Leo emerges from the back room, locking the door behind him so nobody happens to walk in on the dead body lying on the floor. "Are you okay, Diego?" he asks, his Italian accent thick seasoning his words."No!" I snarl, grinding my molars together. "I don't feel any better after killing him. I know he did well to hide his family from us. Find them. I'm going to make sure his lineage is destroyed."My voice is calm, but the fury boiling beneath my skin is anything but.He quickly exits the room, his phone pressed to his ear once again.Time for my revenge, Antonio.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------My driver, Charlie, pulls in front of a house. It's small and worn-down for a man that was stealing millions from me. For a moment, I wonder if Leo didn't send me the right address, but I know him too well. He doesn't make mistakes; he prefers to keep my wrath aimed away from him.My crew steps out of the black SUV as I do. We silently approach the lawn, the grass withered and dotted with brown patches and dandelions. "I want everyone inside tied up. I will kill them myself," I say into my earpiece.They all nod silently. We stop near the porch and wait, taking a few minutes to listen for any sounds. The night remains calm, indicating that everyone inside must be asleep.""¡Rompe la puerta ahora (Break the door now)!" I motion with my finger, and they burst into the house, their loaded guns pointed and shouting Spanish obscenities.I follow behind them lazily, waiting for the task to be completed. There's a loud bang followed by high-pitched screams that carry outside, but luckily, no other homes are nearby. When I kill them, no one will know, and even if anyone were to call the police, they wouldn't do shit about it. The LVMPD is on my payroll. I own those motherfuckers."¡Jefe, los tenemos todos amarrados (Boss, we have them all tied up)!" Danny shouts.Great, the job is done.Entering the house, I find two women in their pajamas tied to their own dining room chairs. My men ransacked the place, but it was done intentionally. It will appear as though a break-in went wrong very fast."¡Revisa to' la casa, asegúrate de que Antonio no dejó ni un billete por ahí. ¡Todo lo que le queda es mío (Check the whole house, make sure Antonio didn't leave any bills lying around. Everything he has left is mine)!" I snarl fiercely.Approaching my victims, I feel a twinge of pity. These women are technically innocent, but Antonio roped them into his bullshit. He knew the consequences for betraying me, yet he obviously didn't give a fuck if it endangered his family.I could easily shoot them in the head and be done with it, but a pair of grey eyes halt me in my tracks. I stand before her, mesmerized by her beauty. Her hazelnut skin is flawlessly smooth, and her ash-brown hair pulled into a big, poufy puff on top of her head.She glares at me with furious eyes, while the woman beside her (I assume her mother) sobs loudly. Interesting. I've only had women look at me with fear or desire, not like they want to rip my dick off and beat me with it.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
Diego I cock my head to the side. "And you think you have a say in that? Once we make this deal, I'll own you."Fuck. The idea of owning her ignites a fire in me that I've never felt before. Who gives a fuck about her sister, she's just coming along because I can tell she cares for her, and I'll use that to my advantage."S-Sir, please don't pimp us out," the sister whimpers.Ah, she speaks. I was starting to wonder if the only thing she can do is cry and get on my fucking nerves.They both look at me, but only one pair of eyes does anything for me. I hum, stroking my chin thoughtfully. "There's only one way to get out of that." My attention is only on my feisty mama now.She swallows hard, jutting her chin out in defiance. "What the fuck do you want from me?" she bites out.Mmm, I can't wait to punish that bratty mouth of hers."Be my pet. I'll be allowed to do whatever I want to you for the duration of the six months."Their expressions twist in shock, but I keep my gaze fixed on
VanessaAfter being yanked from my bed in the middle of the night, I find myself sitting in a black SUV beside a psychopathic, egocentric monster.He has fair skin, a chiseled jawline, piercing, sky blue eyes, and a rugged allure that makes him appear both sexy and terrifying. His hair is a gorgeous waterfall of black curls, gracefully framing his face. Dressed in an all-black ensemble, tattoos subtly peek out from beneath his jacket sleeves and adorn his neck, adding to his dangerous persona.We've been driving for at least an hour. My senses are on high alert, my blood pounding in my ears so loudly, I can't hear anything else. I scan the car for a way out, but there isn't one. Even if I manage to find a way to knock this asshole out, I would still have to deal with the man who's driving, and my sister, Alicia, is trapped in the other car. I have no doubt that his men would kill her in an instant if I actually made a move. How could my father do this to us? Five million fucking doll
Vanessa As Alicia gets out of the car, accompanied by two of his men, I make a desperate attempt to get to her, but Dickweed grabs me firmly by the arm. His voice drips with malice, as he warns, "Don't even try it.""Let me go or I'll scream."A mischievous glimmer dances in his eyes. "Try it. Let's see if that helps you at all."I'm tempted to do just that until I glance back at Alicia, who looks like she's about to piss herself, or knowing her...piss herself again. Our eyes lock, and she begins to sob, a new stream of tears cascading down her cheeks."If you fuckers lay a finger on her, I swear I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!" I scream, fighting against his hold, still careful not to drop Mom's urn.He passes me over to the man I heard him call Danny on the way here. Dickweed says something in Spanish that is way too fast for me to even try to decipher, causing panic to grip my chest. I feel my body switch into fight or fight mode as I begin to flail in Danny's arms. But there's
Vanessa The second the words leave my mouth, he forces me onto my knees. Grabbing my hair, he yanks my puff almost painfully as he unbuckles his pants with the other hand and yanks out his dick. I've never seen one in real life before, only in porn, and quite honestly, I'm afraid of it. It's long and thick and there's no way it will fit in my mouth."I-I've never done this before," I stammer, feeling tears brimming in my eyes from the painful burn of my scalp. Dickweed grabs my chin, stroking it as he brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. "That's okay, Mama. I knew my pet would need some training." He squeezes my jaw. "Open."I reluctantly obey, feeling a shiver of revulsion crawl down my spine as he spits into my mouth. The thick wad of saliva rests on my tongue, and I fight the urge to gag.Eww, what the fuck? The bodily fluids of other people gross me out, and here this disgusting asshole is spitting into my mouth! How am I supposed to escape this situation, or spit it out wit
Vanessa My eyes flutter open, and I see my captor's face peering back at me. I'm still wearing my pajamas from yesterday when he snatched me from my bed. I breathe a sigh of relief. That means he didn't drug and violate me last night. When I signed that contract last night, it was implied several times that he can just take what he wants, so I was afraid he would act on that last night. He appears to be deeply asleep, warm air blowing against my face with his every soft exhale. This is my chance to escape. I wonder if there's a way I can get out of here without him waking. From what I saw, he only has a few bodyguards. I just have to find Alicia in this huge ass house, and we can escape. I know if I make any noise, I'm fucked, so I carefully roll over onto my other side, my heart pounding like a drum. The movement causes the bed to dip, and I freeze, silently praying it hasn't woken him up as I peer over my shoulder. Good, he's still asleep. I attempt to move again,
VanessaI feel his powerful presence behind me, and I clutch Mom's urn harder as if it could shield me from him. He yanks my hair back, forcing me against his chest. His hand snakes around my neck, his warm breath hot against my skin. "I'm disappointed you weren't in my bed when I awoke. I hope you weren't trying to escape from me, Mama." His voice is calm and low, as if he's just waiting for me to confess my sins so he can revel in my punishment. But I refuse to give him the satisfaction. "I'm sure she knows better than that, Diego. She probably just wanted something to eat," the green eyed man assures him with a smirk. So our captor's name is Diego. That information will be useful for the police report I'll be filing as soon as I get the hell out of here. "Is that true?" Diego asks, his grip on my neck tightening just enough to assert dominance. "Do you usually bring an urn with you to breakfast?" My body betrays me, trembling with fear and an inexplicable heat that po
Vanessa I breathe a sigh of relief, grateful that everyone who witnessed my humiliation is gone. "Stand," Diego commands. I glare into his eyes, letting him know just how much I hate his fucking guts as I rise to my feet. The dickweed just smirks back at me. Leading me over to the table, he gestures for me to sit beside him. The older woman smiles and places a full plate in front of him. "Para mantenerte fuerte y saludable (to keep you strong and healthy)," she says. As he thanks the woman serving him, I resist the urge to scoff at his facade. Grandma must be oblivious to the fact that he's a violent, dangerous murderer. "¿Tiene hambre, Senora (Are you hungry, ma'am)?" Staring at me, she patiently awaits my answer to whatever the hell she just asked me. Diego quickly intervenes in Spanish, and she smiles and nods. For a moment, I anticipate that she'll return to the kitchen and grab me some food, but she simply leaves. Well, I guess just fuck me then. No matter how frie