Hope Anderson is a regular girl: she goes to school, parties with her friends…oh, and her dad is one of the richest men in England. But then she catches the eye of Enrique Garcia, a man who’s used to getting what he wants—and keeping it. Before she knows it, Hope is forced into a marriage with this man that she can’t stand, but also can’t resist…and thrust into a dark underworld that has been just out of sight her whole life.
Age Rating: 18+ (Content Warning: Torture, Rape, Extreme violence/gore)
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Hope Anderson is a regular girl: she goes to school, parties with her friends…oh, and her dad is one of the richest men in England. But then she catches the eye of Enrique Garcia, a man who’s used to getting what he wants—and keeping it. Before she knows it, Hope is forced into a marriage with this man that she can’t stand, but also can’t resist…and thrust into a dark underworld that has been just out of sight her whole life.
Age Rating: 18+ (Content Warning: Torture, Rape, Extreme violence/gore)
Original Author: Sofia
Last year of school was today, and I could not wait to get this hell over with. I quickly crossed out fourth of September on my calendar before going into my bathroom.
After showering and applying a bit of makeup, I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my body.
I was not ugly. Quite the opposite actually. I was nearly five-foot-eight, which made me taller than most girls at my school. I had an hourglass figure with D cup breasts.
I had emerald-green eyes, which everyone noticed on my tan skin, and chocolate-brown hair. I knew I was pretty, but I never let anyone use me for my beauty.
I hated the attention that my body attracted so, as usual, I dressed in clothes that would show no skin. The clothes didn’t make me look better, but they didn’t make me look exactly bad.
When I was finally ready, I took one of my favorite bags for school and walked down the stairs. I always hated that I lived on the top floor of our house. I hated stairs. But it had its benefits.
It was definitely worth it as I enjoyed a balcony that looked across acres of grassland and the horses that peacefully grazed on it.
In the night, it was even more beautiful as the moonlight and stars shone, and I enjoyed spending my evenings watching the graceful movements of majestic animals and falling stars.
“Hey, baby,” my dad said as he kissed the top of my head. I snuggled into his shoulder as seeing him home was something that rarely happened. I cherished these kinds of moments.
“Hey, Dad,” I said as I finally let go of him. I took in his appearance. He was wearing one of his £3000 suits from one of the top boutiques. Yep, he was one of the richest people in England.
For some reason, I never became the stereotypical spoiled brat like my twin sister, Katherine. She even had the name of a bitch.
Fortunately for me, we are fraternal twins, so I did not have to worry about looking anything like her. She was shorter with plain brown eyes and brown hair.
She was slim, but she never had curves like I did, so she always hated me. She did everything to get attention, and I didn’t mind at all. She craved the attention, and I was willing to let her have it all.
“Hope, what are you dreaming of?” My dad brought my attention back as he passed me a plate of homemade pastries made by our amazing cook. She was talented as hell.
“Thanks, Dad,” I said as I took one of the pastries and took a bite. A low moan escaped my lips. It was the creation of an angel. God, I love food.
“When will you be home again?” I asked my dad when I finished my food and was ready to go to school.
“Not sure, kiddo. Probably in a few days. Katherine should return from your mother’s today. You won’t be alone,” he said as he opened the door for both of us.
He walked out with me and opened the door to my baby, a gold Porsche Cayenne.
He kissed my forehead and whispered a small goodbye before he closed the door. I turned on the engine and sped off.
***
I was sitting in my first class waiting for my friends to arrive. As expected, both of them were late. Just as I thought of them, they both walked in singing and laughing.
“Hey, birthday girl!” I screamed as I jumped out of my seat and engaged her in a bear hug. Sofia was turning eighteen today. She was one of the youngest in our class, but by the way she looks you could never tell.
She had wavy ginger hair and blue eyes. She was a little shorter than I was and, just like me, she had an hourglass figure. She was definitely a heartbreaker with her looks.
She was one of those girls who would make a guy run after her for miles just to get rejected.
Lana was my second best friend. She was a short, blonde girl. She was a stereotypical blonde girl with blue eyes. Nonetheless, I loved her dearly.
I never understood why some people did not like blondes. I loved Lana so much. She was one of the best people.
“How does it feel to be legal?” Lana said, and we all laughed. Soon our math teacher walked in, and the hell started.
Finally, after four lessons of boringness, my friends and I were sitting in the cafeteria discussing plans for this Friday. We only had two days to plan and get permission from our parents as our school always started in the middle of the week.
“So, which club are we going to?” Sofia asked us.
“It’s your birthday, you decide,” I answered back, even if I was already thinking of two or three cool clubs.
“Guys, lets go to Electric Brixton!” Lana said a bit too loud and few people turned around.
“Nah, that is not good enough for my eighteenth,” Sofia replied, and I agreed with her. We could do so much better.
“What about Heaven?” Lana suggested, another good but not good enough club. I would go there any night but Sofia’s birthday. She deserved more.
“I give up,” Sofia sighed after we all denied dozen of clubs. I had only one thing in mind. I quickly took my phone out and found Nick, my brother, in my contacts.
“Hey, do you know any good clubs that I still don’t know about?”
While waiting for a reply, I got on with my food. After munching a big plate of chicken and pasta, my stomach growled in approval.
“Hey, sis, why you asking?” Nick finally replied. He was studying in LSE for his masters. He was the oldest out of us three, and soon he would be twenty-five.
“Sofia’s eighteenth birthday party. We need the best club.” I made sure that he understood that it was essential for us to go to the best club so she would have the best party.
“Fine. It’s called Avaritia. I’ll send the address on the day,” he replied a minute or so later.
“Who the fuck names their club Greed?” I accidentally said my thoughts out loud, and both of my friends turned around with confused faces.
“Sorry,” I quickly said, and they returned to their lunch.
“Thx,” I quickly typed back. I decided to trust him, as he was known for getting into trouble due to overconsumption.
And he was popular, more like a celebrity in England due to his looks and being next in line for our dad’s business. So he knows what the best is.
“Guys, the club is sorted. I have to go before I am late. I have a lesson with Willow today,” I said to the girls while hugging them. Willow was my thoroughbred that I rescued two years ago, when I was seventeen.
She was just like me. Sweet looking but can fucking bite hard.
Most people have lessons today, but because of my choice of subjects, I had a double period free. I loved my schedule.
As I was walking toward my car, I had the misfortune of meeting with the bitch squad. And the leader of it was, of course, my dear sister.
As you can see, we didn’t have such a good relationship.
“Hope, my dear sis,” she said with a fake smile. She tried to look nice in front of everyone, but for some obvious reasons, everyone knew that she was a bitch. She was a shit actress.
“Katherine,” I acknowledged her, trying to get her out of my way.
“Don’t be so rude, little sis. I just wanted to say that I want to take you shopping. Your clothes look like they are from the trash,” she said as she fiddled with the hem of my sweater.
To be honest, I could not agree more, but I liked it that way.
“No, thank you. I don’t want to look like you, Katherine,” I answered back before turning around and walking up the stairs so I could avoid her. I heard her minions laugh, but it was their choice to be stupid.
***
Finally when I arrived home, I quickly went to change into my riding attire, which was just dark blue breeches and a T-shirt.
It was September, so I decided not to risk it and put a matching skintight jumper on as well.
I made my way to the stables where my instructor, Olivia, was waiting for me. She was a nice woman in her 30s that trained many Olympic show jumpers and their horses.
I made my way to Willow’s stable where my dad wrote with big red letters, “DO NOT TOUCH. HER BITES HURT LIKE HELL!!!” It was stupid but funny and kind of true.
But she had never actually bitten me, so I wouldn’t know. But my dad had been bitten quite a few times.
“Hi, girlie. Let’s go for a ride,” I said to her as I clipped on her halter and took her out to a grooming area.
After tacking her up, I put my boots and helmet on and took her outside to the arena.
***
I was currently sitting in our swimming pool with a glass of whiskey after hours of work at the stables. Do not get me wrong, I do not mind it, but I do enjoy relaxing after.
It was already past dinnertime, but I still was not hungry, so I just decided to get a drink.
After I got out of the pool and took a shower, I went into my garden area, which was specifically made just for my dogs.
“Milo! Murphy! Angel!” I called my puppies.
Murphy came running first. He was a two-year-old Siberian husky. He was probably the biggest out of his litter. He was definitely a big softy.
Milo and Angel were right behind him. Milo was a year old German shepherd. He was still growing, but he was already quite big.
Angel was the only girl. She was a two-year-old Czechoslovakian wolfdog. She was very pretty, and I rescued her along with Willow. They definitely had a tough life, but now they were full of love.
They were all jumping up and down waiting for me to let them go inside the house. My dad did not allow them inside, but when I was home alone I would always sleep with them.
Katherine sent me a quick text saying that she would not be home as she was sleeping over at her friend’s house.
I knew she was lying as I saw her sneak off with a guy few times. I knew they were dating, but I just didn’t know who he was yet.
I made my way up the stairs and into my room. Puppies ran after me, and as soon as my head touched my king-size bed, they all jumped up and curled around me. Soon, I fell asleep.
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It was already Friday evening and Lana, Sofia, and I were sitting in my room with a glass of champagne each. As you could guess, we always used any chance to have a drink or two.
My dad trusted me enough to let me drink as much as I wanted whenever I wanted.
“So, what are you wearing?” Sofia asked the question that I dreaded the most.
I wanted to wear some baggy dress that would not show anything, but I was afraid I would not be able to walk out of the house wearing something awful.
“Don’t you fucking say that you are going to wear something baggy!” Lana snapped as soon as I opened my mouth to answer.
“Well… I thought… Fuck it,” I said as I stood up and walked toward my closet. As I walked in, I turned toward my left where all my nice clothes were.
After going through all of the short dresses, I decided to wear a short, dark blue dress.
I walked out with it in my hand and showed it to girls. Their faces looked like they just received the best present from Santa, and they eagerly nodded.
“Fine,” I sighed, walked into my bathroom and threw my clothes off. Putting the dress on, I realized it was not a dress I could wear underwear with, even if it was just a thong. Taking my thong off, I readjusted my dress.
I unlocked the door and proceeded to apply my makeup. I made my makeup pretty chill and natural, but I had to apply dark red lipstick. It was probably my go-to for any party, even if I was wearing awful clothes.
When I was finally finished, I walked out and stared at the two girls who were trying to clean up their clothes from my bedroom. As they straightened up, I noticed how both of them looked stunning.
Lana had on a tight black dress and Sofia had on a red one. They looked similar but so different at the same time.
“Wow,” they both said as they took in my appearance. I was sure if it was not both of them, I would run back into the toilet and change back.
“Why the fuck do you wear this shit with a body like that?” Sofia said. And to exaggerate her point even more, she used her hands to show the clothes I usually wear and what I was wearing now.
“I’ll explain later. Let’s go,” I said as we made our way downstairs.
We quickly put our heels on and walked out onto the porch where we were met by our driver for the night.
“Miss Anderson,” the driver said and opened the passenger door for me. The girls sat in the back. When we were all seated, I gave him my phone with the address of the club.
When we arrived at the place, it looked suspiciously quiet, but we made our way into the creepily dark alley where we were met with a fancy door and a big buff guy who was standing right outside of it.
I took his appearance in and noticed straight away that he had a gun and a pair of handcuffs. Yep, we definitely found the right place.
“Girls, what are you doing here?” the guy asked with a deep voice that should have made us scared.
“Nickolas told us to come. I’m his sister,” I said with a stern voice that said “I do not take no for an answer.”
Without even thinking, he unlocked the door and let us in. As I walked in, the bright lights and loud music made me both blind and deaf.
After I blinked few times, I noticed how big the place was. It was two stories high with a high ceiling. In the front, there was DJ who was standing on a big stage. The rest of the place was a dance floor and a bar.
The place was full of people and smelled like sweat and sex. Well, a normal combination.
“Let’s party girls!” I shouted as we made our way to the bar.
“Can I please have whiskey with ice and coke. Don’t mix,” I screamed toward a good-looking barman who nodded and made my drink.
A few drinks later, we were all dancing and grinding against each other. I sure was tipsy, but Lana and Sofia were wasted by now.
As I looked around, I noticed a man standing behind a glass window on the second floor. I did not pay much attention to him, but I was sure as hell that he was looking at me.
I made my way toward my office where I could observe everything and everyone. Few of my guards followed behind me in case something happened. We did not want innocent blood on our hands.
As soon as I closed the door to my office, the music was gone and I was left in peaceful silence. I sighed while looking around the office to ensure that everything was just as I had left it.
It was still early in the night, so I had to deal with a bit of business. I sat behind my desk and took out papers of information and data that would be destroyed when I finished reading them.
After few hours of analyzing and destroying important information, I got bored of it. I preferred action, but now as I stepped up to be the leader, I had to deal with boring stuff as well.
Standing right in front of all the action, but being so far away from it, was one of the best things in this office. Being above everyone in the club gave me power.
Not that I did not have enough of it. Everyone bowed down to me and feared me. I loved that feeling.
Looking around the club, I noticed some new faces. I was always observant, even as a child I noticed little movements that gave away leaders of different gangs.
I was working since the age of ten finding information that lay behind the words of leaders. I was always the best.
It was unusual to see new people without someone I knew, so two girls got my attention. A blonde and a brunette.
They were probably high schoolers, but they were good-looking enough, so there was no point in getting rid of them.
I was about to leave and get back to work when I saw a girl who walked as if she ruled the dance floor. The grace in her walk and her appearance made my dick twitch.
She started dancing with the two other girls, which made me frown in disappointment. She was also a high schooler.
I did not get involved with them, but as she made eye contact with me, all my thoughts were replaced with an image of her riding me.
“John!” I barked through the phone and seconds later one of my trustworthy guards walked in.
“Enrique,” John said as he bowed his head a bit to show his respect.
“Get me the girl in the blue dress. She is with two of her friends,” I said as I pointed toward the girl who had already made my dick semi-hard without even being in a room with me.
“You want her friends too?” he asked while licking his lips. I would let them play.
“Do whatever you want with them,” I started and I saw his face lit up. “But it has to be consensual,” I added and he sternly nodded. I would have killed any of my people if they touched a girl without her consent.
Seconds later, I saw a few of my people circle the girl and whisper something in her ear. She took a deep breath and nodded toward the people. She put a noticeably fake smile on and turned to her friends.
“She is coming, sir.” I heard one of the guards say into his earpiece, and a little smirk formed on my face.
“Let me fucking go!” I heard my girl scream as she kicked one of the guards in the balls when he pushed her forward.
“Fucking hell! I will kill you now!” John said while grabbing his balls.
Oh, that was John’s balls. That will have hurt, considering her choice of heels.
I kept quiet, watching them interact. I knew he would not touch her. Not without my command. I had no I intention of hurting her until I heard her scream my name while she rode my cock.
“You know what the fuck this is?” John said as he pointed a gun toward her. I stiffened a bit. I did not want him to scare her too much.
“That’s a Ruger MK II. A rimfire single-action semi-automatic pistol chambered in.22 Long Rifle and if I’m not mistaken it’s manufactured by Strum, Ruger & Company,” she said without stopping to think even once.
Fuck, my dick was hard as hell now.
“I prefer the Smith and Wesson model 29,” she smirked as she finished. John’s face showed only shock and surprise on his face. She took that moment to turn around and finally notice me in the room.
“Who the fuck are you and what do you want from me?” she gritted her teeth while she spat the words out. Feisty. I liked it.
“Hello, tigre. Let me introduce myself. I’m Enrique Garcia the owner of this club,” I smirked as my name settled in her pretty head. She knew me.
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