LOGINWhat would you do to get back at the family that took everything? Scarlett Jimenez, a Mexican-American girl, witnessed the murder of her mother by the hands of the Luciano family. Thirteen years later, she's given the opportunity for revenge by working for none other than Giovanni Luciano. She'll soon realize that becoming his is the only way to get close enough to strike and even the score. What she doesn't know is that nothing is what it appears to be.
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I've never been more afraid in my life. I'm moments from death, with his strong grip around my slender neck and my feet dangling off of the ground. He gets me closer to the edge of unconsciousness and then gives me a breath of air.
"This is what you wanted, remember? You wanted to get close to me and now you are. Bitch, you are mine!" Giovanni growls in his thick Italian accent. The look in his eyes is sinister and beyond terrifying. He could snap my neck and no one here would give two shits about it.
"Please," I say in a whisper before he throws me down to the ground and straddles me.
"Scarlett, right?" He says with a raised brow. My face must have amused him, as he smiles with eyes full of pure evil.
How the fuck does he know my real name? I think to myself as I fight back tears.
He grabbed my face making me stare him in his monstrous eyes, the same eyes I'd stared into when he'd brought me countless orgasms.
"Just do it already!" I cry out. "Just kill me," I speak the last part in a whisper.
I was pleading for death. Giovanni has broken me down. I'd never failed a mission until him. Until him, I never knew love or evil. I believed my tactics were unorthodox, but I wasn't prepared for this.
"Now where's the fun in that?" He says with his sexy as sin, wicked grin. "I have lots of plans for you, Mio Scarlatto. My Scarlett, I own you now. Bitch, you belong to me."
What plans could he have for me after everything he's put me through?
"What do you want from me?" I say as tears escape my eyes. "I will give you anything."
He takes his index finger to his mouth and then uses it to trail down to the valley of my breast. Even now after everything he's done, his wicked touch makes my body feel like an inferno. My chest heaves as I try to deny him my bodies' reaction. With his lips hovering over mine and our gazes locked, he says-
"Everything."
He growls into my mouth before walking away, leaving me on the cold warehouse floor. I watch a pair of boots walk my way before I lose consciousness.
After a quick shower, I went in for my shift and met with Diego, the manager over the waitresses. He didn't greet me, just gave me my uniform and showed me where my locker was to change. A man of few words and too many meatballs. He was a stocky guy with salt and pepper hair and a mole on the side of his nose.I quickly changed into the black, satin bra and panty duo with matching garters and the classic white, silk playboy bunny-like collar and cuffs. The tights, feeling so smooth against my skin, are paired with black, classic Christian Louboutin heels. I wore my hair half up, half down and blood red lipstick."Well hello, Roxanne." A familiar voice spoke out from behind me. I turned to see the charming Lorenzo in the doorway."Hey, Lorenzo," I said sweetly. "How do I look?" I asked with my hands on my hips."Beautiful, to say the least," He said as he threw me a wink. "You're going to be working with me ton
Buzz.Buzz.I awoke to my phone vibrating and the sun coming through my window. I sleepily stretch my arms and search the bed for my phone. With my head still on the pillow, I answer the call."Hello?"I listen, but there's no one there. No sound, no voice, but I can hear my heart. I'm instantly awakened and reaching for my gun off of the nightstand."Hello?"Dial Tone.I wrap the sheet around my naked body and look around the house making sure all the doors are locked and there's nothing out of place. I can't fight the feeling that something isn't right. To you, it's just a phone call, but for me, this means someone who I've crossed may be after me. Nature of the business, I guess.Remembering I have a meeting with the guys to brief them on my new life, I texted them the details while get
The sun warm on my skin and the smell of Mole de Olla Soup filled the small kitchen, and the sweet hum of my mother's voice filled the room. My heart crashed against my chest as I run toward my mother and wrap my arms around her."Mamá!"My mother holds me tightly and moves my thick black hair from my face as she begins to place a sweet kiss to my forehead before she signals me to sit and eat."Mi amor mi bebe sentarse y comer."Tears began to stream as I sit across from my mother as my 22 year old self, and her with salt and pepper hair. A dream that I'd give anything to have come to life."Ten Cuidado Escarlata es un problema.""Esto es para ti mamá."I awake in sweat from my dream and can't help but think that she's sending me a message.I have to see Giovanni and his cock tonight, while Antonio had a date set up with Isabella, Giovan
I awoke the next morning to my alarm buzzing and me not wanting to leave my bed. I decided to hit snooze and not take my daily run. I wanted to sleep, but instead, I was back in his file. They have reason to believe he killed his brother and my mother, but there's no way. He was 12 at the time and that could have easily been an initiation. This is information we could possibly get from the sister. She could make or break my plan.I finally pulled myself out of bed to get dressed for the day. I decided to throw on some black leggings and a white tank that barely covered my breasts. My hair is half-up, half-down, full of waves; my natural hair texture. I slipped on a pair of white and black Nike Air Max and a waist length leather jacket. On my way out, there was a man selling hot chocolaté and tamales. I grabbed two cheese tamales and headed to Body Tap.The club was well lit and the girls were masterpieces, all goddesses of every flavor. Maybe I do h





