All Chapters of Sold to Diaz Cartel : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sold to Diaz Cartel .Chapter 21: every day worse than the one before.. Alone, Althea seizes the opportunity to walk to the studio which she hopes is still unlocked, after the morning’s events.After what happened with Jana last time, Diaz ordered security to be kept to a minimum in the hallways near the room Althea sleeps in. She gives a silent thank you for the lack of guards as she scurries through the mansion to the studio. When she reaches the door, she takes a small breath before trying the knob.ClickIt opens gently, revealing the spacious place inside. Althea smiles dumbly, turning the light on and only then noticing the jacket folded on the floor.Harley’s.She grabs the jacket and checks the pockets, wishing the cook was unorganised enough to forget the iPod, however, the only thing she finds is a small container shaped like a flower.The cute thing smiles at her in all its glittery colourful plastic. Althea hold the flower tightly, amazed like a little kid. It had bee

Sold to Diaz Cartel .Chapter 23: words being thrown into the air. “Hey,” says Clyde not moving. He is holding a cigarette between two fingers and is looking towards the night sky. When Althea stands next to him, he offers the blonde one. “Are you crouching or are you going to make me stand up?”. Clyde asks the standing blonde as she makes no movement to get closer to light her cigarette.“I...can’t sit,” confesses Althea, a flush of embarrassment warms her uncovered body. With Jana turning overprotective again, she only had a chance to grab her thin sweater, a soft piece of fabric barely long enough to cover her ass, before she could make it out without waking anyone up. For once, Althea doesn’t care about her half nudity.By now, everyone has seen everything anyways.“Oh,” replies the older. In all his sweetness, he stands up to light Althea’s cigarette, sitting back down when the silver smoke starts pouring into the night air.“Thanks,” whispers the blonde, taking a deep dr

Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 25: Born to be owned.“I know exactly what you are going through because I lived through it, for years. Everyday wishing he would kill me and, when he didn’t, wishing I could just die,” confesses Harley. With a deep sigh he dries some of the leftover tears on his face, his eyes now dry. “I can name a million different kinks, positions and punishments because I have experienced them all. Mister Cartel was an experimental man and I his toy.”“What about suicide?” Althea lets the words out easily, just like she would in any other mundane conversations, as if the words didn’t describe the only escape for a tortured soul.“Four times,” answers Harley with a smirk on the lips. “I obviously failed miserably. I was also punished, each time.” Harley rolls his sleeves up, uncovering a series of multiple scars extending through his arms. The scars on his wrists seem erratic, of different sizes and depths, contrasting with the precise scars littering the rest of h

Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 27: hidden confession of love.. Diaz is his best friend, it always had been like that. So when he was named his right hand, Ronan wasn’t surprised, it was to be expected. Of course, he was willing to protect and do anything for him. The thing is, despite being close, they never developed much of a talking relationship which is why it took him eight months to be able to ask.Since the moment Harley was first sent to the kitchen, Ronan knew exactly what was happening. The men inside the mansion were all pigs, talking and bragging about their ’sessions' with the cook. They would compete on who could come up with the most original position to rape the beautiful black haired or the worst thing they could put him through. It infuriated the hitman to the point he would punch the men randomly, yet, he couldn't do much of anything to help Harley because Diaz had declared open session on the boy.It took him eight months to muster the courage to ask Diaz for

Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 29: brief moment of fake freedom. “Please, please, it was one, just one,” begs Althea with her face still pressed into a sink full of vomit.“Are you sure? Nobody just takes one ‘Angel’s Trap, it doesn’t work. You have to take multiple,” announces Lucius before dragging another wave of gags out of Althea. “I would say the most effective dose is around four and six. Come on, Thea, get the others out.”After four more rounds of pure bile rising up her stomach, Althea just wishes for it to be over. She is sure there is nothing left in her stomach not even bile anymore as she dry heaves after another attack to her throat. Her mouth is full of blood, her head is dizzy and her body hurts from the effort. Even in this situation, the only thing she has in her mind is the lost pill.I swallowed for that pill. What a waste.“Be thankful it was me who found out. I won’t tell Diaz out of pity for your situation but you have to understand. Diaz wants you and it is