Slave Marked

By Alba Duro

Hooded, thin, hungry, orphan and wanderer in the streets of Miami, A 19-year-old Latina with no passport, no identity and no future.

Until Bill Morgan, the undisputed leader of the mafia, found me. A Black suit, tie designer shoes and hair in the hair. It could be my father. He asked me how much my life cost. He asked me if I could kill to survive. I said yes.

A black flower-shaped tattoo and three copses later, was officially “Bill´s daughter”, protected above all his men. Until Darren arrived, the head of the competition as rotten as my “father”. I would do anything for Bill… including giving myself to Darren. So I did it.

Now it belonged to that man. One hundred and Ninety, pneumatic arms, tattooed, skin and full, of scars. He was handsome, very handsome. And dangerous, more dangerous than anyone I´ve ever faced, including Bill, But he also wanted me like nobody ever wanted me.

On one hand, I was the daughter of a boss and the girl of another, which made me…powerful. But on the other, my life belonged to them, and now I was not only “Bill´s daughter” or “Darren´s girl”, but also. When I enter her penthouse, her submissive, her salve and her greatest passion.

Warning: A romantic and erotic novel with elements of BDSM (Domination and Submission) with explicit content, dose of action and adult language, which tells the life inside the mafia and the marriage of convenience of a mafia princess with another millionaire mafia. Aimed to an adult audience.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alba Duro
• Release date: Jan 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9781071526835

Book preview

Dedicated to Mar and Sara

I

It was an ordinary day except because it was a holiday. All people could do was go outside or go to the malls to walk and get a little distracted. If you were lucky, it was possible to find an open bank to make a quick deposit or check the account in case there was no time in the rest of the days.

Yes, it was like an ordinary day, people lined up waiting, talking, throwing air because it was hot. Suddenly, a powerful rumble shook the agency and the faces of surprise and fear did not wait.

Another deafening noise but this time it was accompanied by a thick curtain of smoke and a smell so pervasive that it caused people, tears and watery eyes. Among the words of bewilderment the sound of a shot was heard.

One.

Two.

Three in total.

The few clear minds and attentive to what was happening concluded that it was a robbery.

-NO, PLEASE, NO, NO, PLEASE.

Shouted a brunette woman, with long black hair, who attended to clients.

-Stand up.

-NO, PLEASE, SIR, I BEG YOU, PLEASE.

She kept screaming, the rest went to the vault to extract the money.

- Move we don't have time!

It was six. Two were outside, guarding and the other four looked like the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. From them came a small and very thin figure, completely covered except the eyes. He reached out and took the hair of the screaming woman.

-Shut.

It seemed surprising that a person who with that texture dragged a woman almost without problems twice her weight. But yes, he did it easily.

Two pointed to the hostages, the other two were in the vault with large canvas sacks.

-Fill them.

He said that figure in order mode. She just barely controlled her nerves.

-Quickly, stupid!

The accomplice told him. A few agonizing minutes, the woman finally emptied as much as she could and both thieves were satisfied.

-I'm leaving, hurry up.

One said and left alone the executive and the woman in black. He approached slowly and took out a knife with a bright blade.

-This is for you to remember us.

With the sharp point, he made an erratic line from the temple to the chin. The screams and sobs stifled the horrible suspense of that environment.

He put away the knife and, finally, the woman lay down on the floor without saying anything, except for the blood that ran down her face. Everyone left as fast as they entered. The mall was empty but it was possible to hear the sirens of police cars approaching.

A white van, van style, was waiting for them ready to start.

-GIVE YOU ROD, CHAVAL!

The screeching of the rubbers was heard and their mark was on the hot asphalt. They remained covered until they realized that they managed to shorten the distance between them and the authority.

- Fuck !, that girl has thrown her whole life. They almost caught us because of her.

-Not only was that, Katrina also took a while with the girl. You have to be careful, huh.

From a corner of the van, the girl took off her hood and uncovered her short, almost shaved hair and cold look.

-I just wanted to give you a gift.

-Hey, okay, but think that also takes time from us.

She stopped responding. He didn't care since they had achieved the goal after all.

After an hour they reached an area quite far from the city. They approached an industrial laundry center and all got off in an underground parking lot.

The atmosphere was tense, mainly because although the operation was successful, they almost risked the life of the group.

The six went down and went through huge industrial washing machines and large ironing baskets. Katrina was last, walking as if she were automatic.

They arrived in a short time. They climbed a long staircase until they reached an office. Upon entering, they found a white man with black hair and combed back with a rubber band and a broad back. He spoke on the phone and his broad back served as a barrier to ignore the presence of those who were there.

-Yes I agree. Ok, then I'll wait for the shipment for the afternoon.

He hung up and turned around.

Bill Morgan's big gray eyes fell on the six that were there, however, he focused his eyes on Katrina, who was far from the rest.

- Let's see, guys, how was it?

-Boss, pretty good. We have left two bags with almost 500 thousand dollars. It could have been more but there were some inconveniences.

-Excellent, boys. I hope you had fun in this, say, field trip. I will have to ask you to leave my office, please ... Less you, Katrina. We need to talk.

The others withdrew and realized the authoritarian tone of that order. Some smiled because he would finally receive a spoonful of his own medicine.

The complete silence, they left until they were left alone.

-Let me see you well.

Katrina reluctantly took a step forward and the ceiling light illuminated her completely. The short hair, the hint of the flower-shaped tattoo, the skull on the forearm, the black clothes and the challenging and hard look.

Bill got up from the chair and demonstrated its large dimensions. Before her, he looked practically like a giant. He took a few steps and leaned against the desk.

Tired, he said.

-Kat, I was told that you did something that put the entire operation at risk.

-You know that this is a kind of children's games for us.

-I know, in the same way we have to be careful in every step we take. I have told you countless times.

Katrina sighed loudly.

-Kat, look at me, aha, like that. You do not have to prove that you are strong or that you are a good leader, all those kids have been clear from the beginning. Trust them, they are a great team. Ah! Before I forget, be careful what you