The mafia mistress: Diary of revenge

pped being a child. Since I stopped being afraid and learned that pain wasn't the worst thing a person could e

No, Diana Mendez had learned how to silence pain, ho

n in the town noticed, their gazes lingering too long,

ready de

of tobacco and cheap liquor seeped through the air as I stepped onto

ted

I wal

mezcal in his grip. His eyes snapped up to m

where were you, whore?) H

s coming the m

ed for a drunk man, his fingers gripping my c

forma en que caminas, Como te miran los homb

d my waist, squeezing

stomach, but I didn't

ran two filthy fingers into my

l, his breath reeking of alcohol a

ing his belt, he swiftly turned me against the hard concrete wall. Pinning both my

again for the second time in my life. The sensat

he wanted. Silent, unmovi

omething that ch

s part, let my body relax against his. I didn't struggle, I didn't beg. I

in. I

e más fuete papá

terrifi

st my skin."¿Qué clase de bruja eres?"

o meet his eyes. "

urned him, his face twisted with so

away so fast

ggering back, his face tw

hole body tense like he'

You're not my daughte

n my life, I saw fea

like

es algo." (If you're a whore, a

ch turne

sion w

wn the stairs. I heard him make a call, his voice frantic. "Yeah..

his daughter.

usted pickup truck. He didn't speak as we drove through the desert roads,

hen we stopped outside an ol

he truck, gripping my arm

cía," he muttered. (El R

til

o

t of the warehouse, a cigar between h

Castillo

ki

n a cattle. "She's yours," he said, his voice casual

." Feli

ing my face, my body. I saw the exact

h El Rey pulled from his pocket, b

ing you dam

What the hell are y

on El Rey. "I am not untouched. I wo

smoke, tilting

. "But I am worth more alive

rm tightened, Diana,

Rey, my heart hammering. "Give me a week," I said,

amused. "And i

chin. "The

low drag from his cigar

–this wasn't the deal! Yo

ance at him. " Get ou

El Rey's men stepped forward, gun in h

ok at him w

n't n

had sold me

ade the biggest m

wouldn't j

uld