Page 14 of Capuleto

My brother's actions had been against mine, until now.

We were raised to be loyal to the Bratva, above all, even family, and that stung when you fell into a kind of parallel universe where the Italians lived and died by and for it.

From the Bratva, you never leave, or at least, not alive. It had always been that way. I never considered leaving, or having another life; the mafia was mine.

The problem I faced was that my mind had become clouded, the result of emotions I didn’t know where the hell they came from.

Despite the many promises I had received from my brother, despite him now having confessed the whole strategy and his future plans, I still felt left out and didn't know if I would be able to find my place in this new reality.

Yuri had returned to reclaim his place and was offering me an empire to rule. The dream of any mafia princess, even more so, because in my world, women were only good for raising future Vors, for nothing more.

I had in front of me what I always wanted. So, why was I so fucked up and deep down, why did everything still seem wrong?

It was because of Romeo, the damn Romeo. He had made me see and feel things I wasn't ready for. Maybe I never would be. Now, I had a throbbing void in my heart that pushed me to question my own beliefs.

I clenched my eyes and lips.

If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that I was not a damn coward; I couldn't hide from myself or from the present.

Insecurity, walking on the razor's edge knowing I could get cut, never sparked fear in me; on the contrary, it was the fuel for my engine, the injection of courage I needed every day to keep moving forward, and now I was faltering.

I forced myself to mentally review what had led me to that room.

I had been sold to a pimp who had dealings with Cheng.

The damned fake waitress, alias "Fish Food," had negotiated my sale, along with other women, to work at the club.

The premise was clear. As soon as I was inside, they would tip off Romeo through one of the workers, hoping my husband would rush to rescue his beloved wife.

To make the situation believable, they had drugged me like all the others. Considering they saw me as a woman with murderous impulses, it was the most coherent thing to do.

If it hadn't been for that, right now, I'd be trying to kill that pig who was masturbating to get hard enough to fuck me with dignity.

The Hot Dolls Club was on the outskirts of Seville.

It wasn't one of those places with lights in the middle of the road. It was located in a high-end development away from prying eyes. From the outside, it looked like the mansion of some nouveau-riche builder. Inside, it was a brothel, where everyone who entered paid a hefty sum without even getting intimate with the girls.

The best-paid nights were the debut nights. VIP clients had the honor of seeing the new girls and bidding for their "inauguration." I was the grand prize for that type of guy who reminded me of a piglet in the oven before being roasted; pink, with a squashed nose and sweaty.

There was a possibility that my husband might not arrive in time.

Yuri hadn't lied about that. If it happened and I had to endure, it would be a small sacrifice for the cause. "The end justifies the means." We were fed this from a young age. And for him, being married to a Capuleto was far worse than enduring that pervert while drugged.

"Just a little longer, gorgeous, you're the hottest woman I've ever laid, didn't plan on spending so much tonight, but I deserve this treat," he asserted, moving his hand up and down.

That bastard didn't care that I didn't even know where north was. He only saw my body and a hole to fill.

My eyelids fluttered open and closed, offering me fragments of the scene. The room was lit by red LEDs that made me think of blood and death.

I wished they had offered me a shot of scopolamine instead of an opiate, at least then I wouldn't have been aware of anything.

Something cold fell between my legs. I wanted to close them, but the bindings prevented me.

"That’s right, nicely lubricated, so it goes in like silk. Your pussy is shining, gorgeous. You want me so much..." «Dead! That’s how I want you, » my brain roared.

His words turned my stomach. It was lucky they had tied me up because I would have resisted for sure.

The mattress of the round bed gave way. The satin sheets felt like pins against my skin.

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