The mafia mistress: Diary of revenge

cigar smoke clung to the walls of lavishly darkened rooms. Every corner of this world reeked of vio

ld life, to any sense of innocence. The cartel made me forget what no

d me. A name that spread like wildfire through th

I was known for two things: the way I could make a man forget everything

gave them satisfaction. So I became something else. Cold. Untouchable.

wanted but could never truly have. The untouchable prize

ed at me when I walked into a room. Envy. Resentment. But I didn't care.

nts were easy. Some wer

Sinaloa. The first time he bought m

e sick smile on his face as he whispered, "

n't f

ped my buttocks so hard as he fucked me. He tried fitting his full fist into my pussy. Eve

chained to the bed like a crucifix. Plus, the more I stru

e?" my voice was steady, smooth like

a second, just a second I saw fear. He had expec

e that, the

night, but something changed. He

e the one

my beauty–my eyes, the color of the ocean, my long dark hair cascading like a river down my back. But it wasn't just my looks that h

control. Men paid fortunes just for one night with me. Som

omething from me. But unlike the others, I didn't show fear. I never allowed myself to break. There were nights when I was taken, But I

only to realize they had fallen into my trap. They didn't know it yet, but I was just as dangerous as they were. I played their ga

of Manip

take

wer didn't come from a

in front of his men. He yanked my hair, forced me ont

mist

eeded a gun

night I climbed into his lap, ran my nails down

is ribs, slow enough to watch th

kings," I murmured as h

men had sworn

Among m

brothel like I owne

ow obeyed me. The men who once

ieutenant tried to tak

ose enough to feel my b

the blade, and whispered, "Touch me again

self in front

ne dared to cros

han a

oint came when I s

a trusted lieutenant. The plan was simpl

in the man's eyes bef

ll and the rich scent of cigars mixed with the tang of tequila. I lingered in the sha

leaming under the low chandelier, his voice a booming presence that

o wide, too eager. A rat in a lion's den, foolish enoug

brushing the hilt of a knife strapped to his thigh.

io

n around me. The weight of the gun, a "(Sig Sauer P226 Legion)" at my hip, was

phetic. Alvaro rose, his movement slow, deliberate. His fi

toni

mark, freezing every soul in the room. Alvaro's hand jerked back, a clean hole through his wri

e tile as he stood, his eyes dark

liberate. Alvaro stumbled back, cradling his sh

Diana?" he spat, voice trembling. What t

d and unwavering. "Sav

tearing from his throat as he hit the ground. His blood smeared ac

under his chin, forcing him to look into my eyes

?" I hissed, my voice low, deadly. "You were de

im a chance to

om

through his skull, painting the wall behi

y feet, holstering my gun. The room was a tab

a mock toast, a wicked grin playing on

n. As I walked away, the blood cooling on the floor behind me, I kne

didn't sleep i

t in h

s a w

queen in

't just another p

a Pl

trusted his men. I had my guard

La Bella Muerte, they did

oman who could ma

indisp

my body, but

ing up deals with corrupt politicians. When the other bosses

gas called me a "stup

ughters were sold into the sa

sure he

week, he was beg

n't gran

ly t

at changed

when I brokered a deal with Viktor Mikhailov, a Russian

he cartel for months. None of El Rey

ey se

y sen

ite in Madrid, wearing a black silk dr

efore the deal even began. I knew exactly what kind of effect I had, and I used it. Th

aned back in his chair, his cold blue eyes scanning me like a man who had

, swirling a glass of vodka. "But I hear

u "La Bella Muerte. "Is t

slow and

shou

of something in h

ive business opportunity," I said, my voice smoo

ne that would make you ric

ed. "Why should I listen to you? You'

iling a manicured finger

o find a way to m

se. Then, a

aid of me, are

my lips inche

d be afrai

le

each other, waiti

giving him a slo

t you want. And I c

ion, money, and routes. But more

darkened sligh

stal ashtray before flicking his gaze toward hi

like it. A meeting like this, a deal like this–too risky to leave

clicked shut, the tension in the room shifted

s. "You know "Printsessa, men fear you," His voice was low, almos

odka in my glass. "Good.

, sitting across from me, demanding my loyalty." His blue eyes darkened, trailing ov

en, slowly, deliberately, I stood and rounded the table. He didn't move, didn't

I want to,"

s wrapping around my throat–not choking, just holding, tes

me, krasavitsa," he muttered,

..."So a

fisting into my hair as his mouth crashed against mine. I wasn't gentle. It w

..."You think you'

m, leaning in to whi

inst his chair and straddled him fully. My hands ripped at his tie, yanking it loose

muttered against my throat, biting

g my nails down his

me against him, his movement rough, unrelenting. The tension between us snapped like a whip, and then there was nothing but heat–clothes torn away, breathless curses, bodi

our skin and the silence settled between us, Vi

most dangerous wom

the fresh red scratches on his chest. "A

nd amused "No, prin

ka. It was sealed with blood, lust,