Broken

By Alba Duro

Dead father? Yes.

Motherless childhood? Also.

Single mother? Of course.

The worst ex-boyfriend in the world? It couldn't be different.

Life can be an authentic shit or a sea of roses. In my case... a bit more of the first than the second. But still, as everyone, I gave the best of me. At 19 a nice, strong, shameless man presents himself to me. Nine months later, I find myself taking care of my little girl alone.

The last thing I needed was for my father, the only good man who seemed to live on earth, to die. Now, here I am, alone and broken, in the eye of the hurricane, bearing the torment as well as I can.

And then, he shows up to me. A nice, tall, strong and shameless man. Lucky me it's not the same one. This one, briefly, is the vice president of a bikers club. Call it a bikers club... Call it a criminal organization. Yes, I jumped into the abyss without hesitating, like a junkie searching for his syringe.

I didn’t care that it could end badly. In the end, I couldn’t expect anything else. But I had spent too much time alone and I needed exactly that: a man to sleep with, one I could enjoy and turned into an oasis of emotion, passion and sex in a desert of hard work. I didn’t expect for him to tie me, gag me, whip me and, well… you can imagine how it goes. But I also didn’t expect for the story to end like this...

 Warning: A romantic and erotic novel with explict sex (including BDSM), cursing and other topics directed to a more mature audiance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alba Duro
• Release date: Feb 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781071590041

Book preview

Dedicated to Mar and to Sara

I

I was sitting down, fixing Diana’s hair which was particularly hard to control in that morning. Quietly, between my legs, she smiled shyly as she saw herself in the mirror. Me, I was feeling more absent than ever.

— C’mon, my dear, now I’m going to fix myself.

I sat her down by my side and moved the mirror so I could see myself clearly. I saw my black, shoulder-length hair, around the neck, the green eyes and the big eyelashes.

— This is from my father.

I said to myself and had to make a great effort not to cry in front of Diana.

I grabbed her and we left the bedroom of this house that seemed too big for us now. The taxi was waiting for us outside. I wished everything was nothing but a dream.

My father’s death had hurt me in the deepest way.

— I’m alone. Completely alone.

And I felt like a dark sheet covered me, with no possibility of seeing further ahead.

My father was a fundamental pillar in my life. After the sudden death of my mom, when I was only a few months old, he tried to be the best he could. He made sure to give me all the love and protection he could. But I decided it was best being a rebel and let myself fall into crazy adventures.

I was in the last year of high school when I started hanging out with a group of people who used to skip class almost everyday.  I know for sure my attendance had empty spaces, many of them.

In one of those many nights of alcohol and punk music, I met Leo. The most handsome guy I’ve ever imagined. Tall, brown skin, shaved hair and piercing eyes. He had a jacket and the most shameless smile in the world. Just by seeing him I felt fireworks.

However, something in me told me he’d never think of me like that and that it was best to worship him in silence. All was good until one day, in a boring Chemistry class, I got a text from him. I learned later that my friends had given him my number, and he decided to go after me. I was more than happy.

We agreed on a date and it was more than magical. He had brought me flowers, which made me think he was a gentleman. Now that I think of it, I was dumb and inocent.

We had been going out for a couple of months until I decided he was the right man for me to lose my virginity with.

It was a day in may, I had gone to his house alone on purpose so that, according to him, we would feel more comfortable and less pressured.

I was wearing a tiny black skirt, a Pink Floyd shirt and sneakers. It was my charming and feminine look. Him, on the other hand, looked just like a god. He had a glow on his skin that made me desire being on his arms until the end of the world.

— I know you’re going to like it.

Those were the words he said to me before we did it. Nothing else. Few minutes later I was over his bed, receiving him while I felt a bit of pain and a bit of pleasure.

My days with him, after this moment, were more intense and lustful. We would behave like two people who felt like they needed to be one as hard as they could, because life would escape from us if we didn’t do it.

Obviously, it was my mistake being naive and ignorant. I thought we would love each other forever and that being together would be our law. Reality was far from that.

It was then that, when I was at home, I felt a terrible urge to throw up. I didn’t pay attention to it, so the symptoms made themselves clear. It is in that moment that you can’t cover the sun with a finger.

I went to a hospital or a blood test. The result was positive and I figured that, at last, I would have the happy life I had always wanted. Despite being so little, I'd have a perfect life.

I remembered being more scared to tell my father than to tell Leo. But, for some reason, Leo started to disappear from my picture. The day I had decided to tell him, I waited long enough while I gathered courage to talk to him.

It was obvious he showed himself hostile and in disbelief. His words were shallow and tough. Inside me, I felt a cold string of insecurity and pain.

As the days went by, it was impossible talking to him. His friends would give me excuses and he didn’t pick up my phone calls. This first love had abandoned me with a child and with a question mark over my head.

— It’s my fault. Everything is my fault.

I told myself incesively to justify the one who left me without saying a word. On top of if, I had to tell my father. What if everything got worse?

We were both in the kitchen. He was fixing dinner and talking to me about work, while I was sitting on the breakfast table, preoccupied and feeling like crying.

— Dad, I’m pregnant.

I dropped the bomb. Without thinking of it too much. Without making it better in my mind anymore.  My mouth should free those words and let destiny decide what comes next.

My father let go of the frying pan, where he fried some burgers, and turned around to see me. I was crying and shaking from the horror. I knew I had let him down because that wasn’t the plan for me, at least that’s what I thought.

— Well, Lola, then we’ll have to organize many things. I’ll get another shift at work and you should look for work. We’ll fix everything, you’ll see.

I jumped out of the chair to hug him. I was extremely lucky to have him by my side and for having his support.

In a short time, I was able to find work as an assistant in the public library. It turned out to be the perfect job for me because it gave me the opportunity to keep calm and read everything that I wanted. It was like the moment of peace that I had in the day, just for me.

In this place I found my true calling: being a chef and all thanks to those texts of dishes and recipes I’d look nonstop. My favorites were always from Jami Oliver and Nigella Lawson... That place was also where they called me to let me know