Novel & Cerita Letty Ortiz

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

“So… what’s your name again?” “Leticia…” she repeated. “People call me Letty.” “And why did you call me, Letty?” “Because… I want you to deal with someone.” Ooh. She’s firm. I like that. “Oh?” I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Tell me the story first, and maybe I will.” Letty lowered her head to the ground as if ashamed of me looking at her mouth. “I…I used to work in a famous brothel. I dance for the elites.”

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.

he asked, but Jada still couldn’t respond. Honey went inside Lyken’s room, “What the fuck?” she screamed. Before Jada could turn to look at her, her phone started ringing. She pulled it out of my purse and quickly answered without looking at the caller ID. “Hello?” she croaked. “Jadanela Cuevas?” the caller asked. “Yes, this is me!” “Thank God I got the right number,” the caller exclaimed. “Ja, this is Letty. We were batchmates at SMU, remember?” she asked again.