Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I never knew her mother, Hector’s wife, but something tells me she’s a beauty. Her father hid her away from the compound all the years he’s worked here. Most men bring their kids to work, but Hector never did. And that’s one of the reasons I know she will be worth the wait.
Rising from my seat, I button my suit jacket and head out to the hallway that is decked in dark reds and auburns. The deep brown of the walls makes the place feel ancient, and it is.
The Merlot-colored carpet takes me all the way through the house, until I reach the sweeping staircase that leads me down to the foyer. Once there, I turn left and make my way toward the kitchen, where the hidden door to the basement is waiting for me.
The house is silent. Nobody is inside because of the hot summer weather. I’m not completely evil, my staff gets time off, especially since I have a new toy to play with. The anticipation burns through my veins, reminding me that it’s been a while since I’ve had a woman in my home who hasn’t been paid to be here. And I’d love to feel this sweet virgin tightening around my shaft as I make her come.
Once the heavy door slides closed behind me, I meet two of my men standing on either side of the wide steps. They only offer a nod as I pass by. Each step lowers me into the dimly lit space, and there are soft whimpers that trickle up toward me, which make my cock harder.
I may be a fucked-up asshole, but the thought of hearing her cry is the only thing that makes me smile. I should really make sure my expression is serious, but I can’t find it in me to do that, because as soon as I turn the corner and find Díago and Alejandro standing outside one of the cells, my gaze falls on her, and a smirk curls my lips.
“What the fuck is this?” she spits angrily. Her face is contorted in anguish, and her caramel skin is flushed and glistening. She must’ve been out in the sun because she’s sweaty; I can tell by the dark circles of her tank top under her arms.
“And this is the beautiful Sofía?” I question, nearing her. Her tiny hands grip the bars, her knuckles turning white as she holds onto the metal. Her eyes—the color of the greenest grass I’ve ever seen—are wide with shock and anger.
“You promised that if I turned myself in—”
“I assured you that you’d be safe, and you are.” I wave my hand over her from head to toe. “You’re alive. Aren’t you?” I keep my voice schooled, but I note the huskiness that’s taken over my words.
“Where’s my father?” she asks, her voice cracking on the last word. Her pain is palpable, only serving to make me even harder than I was before I laid my eyes on her. She’s fucking beautiful. Exquisite. Her long dark hair is tied into a cocoa-colored ponytail at the back of her head with fine tendrils that frame her heart shaped face. Her large green eyes are still wide, and they shine with unshed tears as she regards me. A small button nose sits above two pouty pink lips.
Her body is encased in filthy clothes, and I wonder if that’s from making a run for it, or if she just didn’t have time to change before she left the music store. When I walked into the shop earlier, wanting the piano, I didn’t realize it was her working there. I’d already been enamored by her beauty, and now I have her at my beck and call.
“I know you,” she says, as I step closer, and the light hits my face. “You’re… you were in the store.” Her recognition turns her cheeks a soft rosy pink. I know she was attracted to me because I noticed her breathing turning shallow when I spoke with her.
“You do. You’re quite the salesperson,” I tell her.
“Where’s my father?” she asks again, her body shaking violently as I trail my finger over her white knuckled grip on the steel bars. She tugs away as if I’ve burnt her with a live flame. Perhaps I have. But it’s the fire that dances in her eyes which makes me wonder if the beauty would ever crave the beast.
I tip my head to the side to regard her before answering, “He’s alive.”
She shakes her head at my response. “I want to see him.”
Her demand makes me chuckle because I don’t answer to anyone. I’m in charge, and her sassy little mouth is going to get her into trouble. “Do you think I answer to you? I’m the fucking king, and you’re merely a pawn in a game that you could never comprehend, novia.”