Another one of my girls was found dead. This time, not at the club but at a client's house. They were seen leaving together. The next day his neighbor called the police on him because he was trying to assault her daughter. According to Sal, he was also unhinged. The same way Benito had been. Whatever shit he took made him check out completely. Doctors hadn't found anything in his bloodstream. At the moment, he is being held at the station while the cops are busy snooping around The Cloud. They think we are the ones circulating this mysterious drug that makes people lose their shit. Apparently, there are more cases involving the drug, and guess what? Most of the perpetrators have one thing in common. They're regular customers of The Cloud. This means someone is trying to mess with me. As if that wasn't enough, I had to find out that my mother had tried to kill my wife. I wasn't gone for that long. What the fuck was she thinking? And why the hell would Emiliana cover for her? I'm beyon

"Are you okay?" Dante asks, assessing me. It's as if he has a sixth sense that alerts him when I'm not fine. I keep my eyes on my lap to prevent him from reading me. He does that too. Most of the time, I can't tell what he's thinking but I feel like an open book to him. It's times like these when I feel too young for him. An older woman might be able to mask her feelings and tell him she's fine. When he forces me to look at him, the way he's doing now, I find myself blurting out the truth. Albeit half-truth but still. "I don't want to go to this gala" "Why? Are you feeling sick?" His hand is on my cheek where his thumb is gently rubbing in circles. His touch is calming and I feel myself relax into him. "No" I just don't want to take compromising pictures with a senator. But G was clear. I don't comply and the guy dies. Immediately after I left, I looked him up. He has a wife and two daughters. Unlike many politicians, he's not corrupt. He supports charities, has built homes for st

Five days. He's been gone for five fucking days. He won't answer my calls or messages. I've gone to The Cloud twice but I was told he wasn't there. Rico told me not to waste my time looking for him. If he wanted to come home or talk to me, he would have done it. Not that I asked for his opinion, mind you. He was just being a nosy bastard. The worst part is I don't know if he found himself another woman. Is Dante capable of having a mistress? Yes. Everyone in the mafioso, man or woman, is capable of finding themselves a side piece. It doesn't matter if their spouses approve of it or not. The worst part is there's nothing I can do if Dante decides to keep a mistress. He could have his men kill whoever I'm dating but I can't stop him from sticking his dick in someone else's hole. "Someone's in a mood," Constanza says holding the punching bag while I rain kicks and punches on it. I'm tired of worrying about everything. All week I've done nothing but wait for him to come back so I could e

Weirdo aka Cecilio only wanted to say hi and take our photo. He let us go after that. It's the strangest kidnapping I've ever heard of but I'm not complaining. He even had his guys drive us to Climax. I can't figure him out nor do I have the time to do that. When we get to the Club, Sergio, and Eugenio are waiting for us out front. Most women in the line are trying their hardest to get the guy's attention but they don't even spare them a glance. Which is unlike them. Either they've changed or they were just worried because we took too long to arrive."What took you guys so long?" Sergio asks, his eyes snagging on our outfits. We may or may not have picked the sluttiest dresses we could find. Elena's is a one-shoulder with a cut out across her cleavage. I'm in a little sparkly spaghetti dress that just falls over my hips. The one thing we have in common is that our boobs are almost spilling out. My father would never let us leave the house like this. But I'm done

"I knew from the beginning you were set up" he starts, looking cautious. As if he's expecting me to pounce on him or something. I'm tempted to do it but I want to hear everything he has to say "I wanted to use the photos to my advantage so I played along with whoever framed you while making a deal with Romero in secret" "I see" I don't see it. Why the fuck wouldn't he just tell me that? But as always, before I can ask, he answers, "I needed your emotions to be real. For everyone to think that we were fighting and that our marriage was on the rocks" "Did you need an entire week to make that deal?" "No. I spent the rest of the time looking for the guy who tried to kill you. There was no connection between him and my enemies so it took some time to get him to talk" I expect him to go on but he looks away. "And?" I prompt, knowing I won't like whatever he's about to say. "It was Leo and my mother. They paid him to do it and added sedatives in the security's coffee" "I'm not e