The mafia mistress: Diary of revenge

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ire Mexico, a man who thought he owned the girls in every cartel's brothel.

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meant t

things I didn't want to think about. My wrists burned where the rope had rubbed raw against

he edge of the bed; then he said, "Vamos a hacer esto interesante, princesa Javier,"

ing my legs open. "Voy a hacerte una mujer de Verdad." R

from his belt–a si

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what made my b

ked as he pressed the

whispered. "S

my thigh. "You should be honored," he continued, dragging i

inside m

cursed, losing his grip for just a second–the rope loosened just enough f

ed, clutching his

ng to grab me, but

his voice barely above

hs burning. Blood trickled down my leg

catching my hair. He yanked hard, an

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no time

abbing the revolver. My o

my body trembling, but I forced myself to move. I ripped a sheet fr

d floor. The alley below

pushing off. The moment my bare feet hit the pavement

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ed A

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nst the wall, My knees drawn to my chest,

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into the passenger seat, b

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the steering wheel. "¿Est

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eyes. His body slumped forward,

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in the car,

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still clung to my skin, drying in flakes along my thighs. M

he dividing line between Mexico and the