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Chapter 30: Horny Ricardo

Lana’s POV I hate this. Every second of it.The huge mansion, the strange faces, this dress, but what I hate most is standing here, holding hands with him; Ricardo Borrelli. His grip on me is firm and possessive, like I’m something he owns. I want to rip my hands away, but I know better. He’d make me pay for it later.As we step through the grand entrance, I swallow hard. The scene before me is overwhelming; young boys and girls, all dancing and having fun.My eyes move upward, landing on a massive neon balloon hanging in the center of the room: Bienvenidos a Maria, and then, underneath in gold cursive: 20th.I freeze. My fingers slowly tighten around Ricardo’s arm as the realization settles. Holy fuck.I whip my head towards him and whisper with anger. “You invited me to a twenty-year-old’s birthday party—dressed like this?” I gesture at myself, at the barely-there excuse of a dress he forced me into, the one that leaves little to the imagination. “Like some slut?”Ricardo doesn’t a

Chapter 31: Three Some?

Charles’s POVI step out of the restroom, rolling my sleeves as I make my way back to the main floor. The music still plays, but the atmosphere in the room has changed. People stand around awkwardly, some swaying half-heartedly, others just frozen in place like they aren’t sure whether to keep dancing or wait for something to happen. I shake my head, stunned, until my eyes land on Señor Davida González. Unlike the others, he isn’t just confused; he looks shattered. His hands are clenched into fists, and his shoulders are rigid. Fury and grief is plastered on his face. The sight of him like that makes my stomach drop. I walk through the crowd, heading straight for him. "Where’s Maria?" I demand the second I reach him. Davida exhales. “Ricardo… he took her upstairs.” My hands find my waist as I sigh disappointedly. I had missed the chance to see that motherfucker. Shit. This isn’t good. “What happened?” I ask.Davida turns to me. “Did I make the right decision, Charles?” Hi

Chapter 32: Golden Shitface

Ricardo’s POVI press the phone to my ear. “This better be good, Angelo. I was in the middle of something.” “It’s getting late,” my younger brother mutters. “I’m running out of things to tell Antonella.” Shit. I run a hand through my hair, realizing I completely forgot about them. “Alright,” I sigh. “I’ll send you an address. You both can start coming.” There’s a pause before Angelo says, “Brother, anything that would make Antonella flip out—get rid of it.” I scoff. “Since when do you care so much about my girlfriend’s feelings?” I say coldly. “She’s my girlfriend, not yours.” Angelo exhales. “I didn’t mean it like that brother. And you know that.” “I don’t care if you meant it like that or not. Just stop caring.” I hang up, send the address, and then step out of the bathroom. The sight in front of me brings me to a halt. Lana and Maria are sitting together, huddled close. Maria’s eyes are puffy, with tears running down her cheeks, while Lana strokes her hair, whispering

Chapter 33: Lesbian Sex

Ricardo’s POV I stand face to face with Antonella, with my cheek still stinging from the slap she just delivered in front of everyone. My hand rests on my face, then I let it down as I run my tongue along the inside of my lower lip. Antonella’s eyes are filled with fury, and her chest heaves. She’s not done. She’s going to slap me again, and she’s not going to care. From the corner of my eye, I see Angelo sigh deeply. He doesn’t say a word, just gives me that I told you so look. I step closer to Antonella until I’m inches from her. "You hit me in public?" I say with a low aggravated voice.Her nostrils flare. "Yes," she spits, "and I will fucking do it again if I have to." My jaw clenches. The urge to retaliate crosses my mind but I hold myself back. Then her voice changes, it softens. "The kids have been waiting for you to come home," she whispers. "I have been waiting for you to come home." Her voice trembles with pain. "But you’re here. In Mexico. For some twenty-year-ol

Chapter 34: Love for a Psychopath

Lana’s POV The moment the door opens, I act fast. I reach up, running my fingers through my hair, messing it up as much as possible. Then, I turn my back to them, making sure my face is hidden. I can’t risk Charles seeing me. Not now. Not like this.I can’t see anything. I only hear it.I hear a broken sob. "Dios mío..." Maria’s father. His thick accent carries shame, regret and humiliation.Then Charles speaks. “Take this. Get dressed.”I hear rustling and clothes shifting. Then Maria’s father asks with a shaky voice, “Did he do anything to you? Did he touch you?”Maria answers. “No,” she chokes out between sobs. “He didn’t have sex with me. He didn’t kiss me. He just made me dance for him and grind on him... with his clothes on. That’s all.”Her voice wavers, with shame evident in every word. Then Charles asks the question I was dreading.“Who’s that?”I freeze.Maria hesitates. “That’s L—”I don’t let her finish. I twist my voice, making it sound different; higher, more nasal.“Lo

Chapter 35: How do I Say Goodbye?

Ricardo’s POVI stand before Antonella, with my arms crossed, watching as she shakes with frustration. Her voice is low but it’s filled with fury. “You wanted to see me? Well, I’m here.” She scoffs, shaking her head. “You think I wanted to see you?” Her voice cracks, but she forces herself to hold it together. “I wanted you home. I wanted you home for your daughters. I wanted my husband.” I pause, then let out a short laugh. “Your husband?” I say incredulously. “Remind me when I got married to you.” Her face turns red, and for a moment, she looks humiliated, like she’s realizing just how pathetic she must seem, clinging onto something that doesn’t exist. But she doesn’t back down. I press on, wanting to make her snap, wanting to push her to the edge where all her delusions about me shatter. “Show me your fucking hands,” I demand. “Did I put a fucking rock on it?” And just like that, she snaps. She slaps me, and the slap comes quick and hard, stinging my cheek, but I don’t e

Chapter 36: Ricardo Borrelli Doesn’t Die

Ricardo’s POVThe gunfire stops and there is silence. No more bullets flying through the air, no more splintering wood. Just stillness. I wait, listening with my gun clenched in my grip. My mind screams at me to move, but I don’t. Not yet. I need to be sure. I need to know this isn’t some trick, some ploy to lure me out. And then, when I’m certain there’s no movement beyond the door, I bolt. I rush to Angelo, dropping to my knees beside him, with my heart beating hard and fast. His body is still, and his face pale. No. No, no, no. This can’t be happening. I press a hand to his shoulder, shake him slightly, but he doesn’t react. My jaw clenches as I fight to keep my emotions in check. Don’t lose it. Don’t fucking lose it. If my brother is dead… if Angelo is gone… I don’t know how to move on. He’s my family. My blood. My fucking life. I swallow back the panic I feel. My hands tremble as I check him, until I hear it; a sound, a breath.It’s choked, rasping. A gasping, a desperate

Chapter 37: Money, Power and Influence

Lana’s POVThe voice from the megaphone sends a shiver down my spine. I freeze for a moment, as the words echo in my head. Then, slowly, I push myself up from where I had been crouched against the bed. I make my way towards the window, gripping the sill tightly as I peer outside. And what I see makes my stomach drop. Over fifty men, lined up in the darkness, surrounding the mansion like a swarm of well-armed ghosts. Every single one of them is holding a gun. This isn’t just an ambush. This is war. And it’s all happening on Davida’s land. Ricardo’s influence is unmatched. Even here, where Davida is supposed to hold the most power, Ricardo Borrelli has managed to turn men against their own leader.I watch, observing the activities outside. The person holding the megaphone isn’t Luca. It’s someone else. He looks as deadly as Luca, only that he’s more calm and collective.The voice rings out again. “Bring them down. Don’t make me count.”It’s beginning to feel too real now. Too fuck

Chapter 38: Shit Always Happen

Lana’s POVCharles still has his eyes on me. The disbelief on his face is unmistakable, like he’s trying to piece together whether I’m real or some cruel trick his mind is playing on him.I snivel as I quickly dry the tears from my eyes and look away, willing myself to appear unaffected. I can't afford to let Ricardo see me like this.But Ricardo notices. He notices everything. His eyes flick from me to Charles, studying the way Charles is looking at me. He turns to face me, then back to Charles, and I see the suspicion in his eyes. "Angelo," Ricardo calls out. "Can you take Antonella back to the car and drive her to the hotel?” Antonella’s brows knit together in confusion. "You’re not coming?" Ricardo’s voice turns cold. "Someone tried to assassinate us tonight, honey. I’m coming, just not right away." She hesitates for a moment, then sighs before leaning in and kissing him on his lips. It’s the second time tonight I’ve seen them kiss, and even though I refuse to acknowledge

Chapter 39: An Eye for an Eye

Charles’s POVAs I walk through the foyer of Señor Davida’s mansion, my mind is on a spiral. My hands clench at my sides, and my jaw aches from how tight I’m holding it. Lana’s alive.All this time, she’s alive and well. And Ricardo fucking Borrelli has her. After all this time, the worry, the guilt… she’s been alive. For months. Months that I could’ve had her back. Months that that bastard Ricardo Borrelli had her.I feel sick. I don’t even want to imagine what he’s done to her. He’s got her dressed up like a slut, parading her around like a possession, calling her his slut like she’s nothing more than a goddamn toy.That image of Ricardo touching her, owning her, breaking her, it makes me want to kill something. I wonder how many times Ricardo has fucked her. How many times he’s laid claim to what was never his to take.I am pissed. How the fuck did Ricardo get his hands on Lana? There was no way, no fucking way, Ricardo could’ve linked Lana to what happened to him. I was careful. I

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