
Mafia Intrigues
Luis Martinez · Completed · 107.0k Words
Introduction
Because Hernán De Almería could have information about how his father died. And also how his mother disappeared.
There is only one problem... and it is the force of attraction between the two. He can't resist. The moment he wants her, she can't refuse.
No person so far has given Hernán De Almería a "no" answer. Until now, that a little girl does it.
A highly dangerous situation, being surrounded by the most dangerous men in a room.
He can be her lover, her punisher, her man.
But…. Can she give him her heart?
Chapter 1
PROLOGUE
Four years ago
“I’m not leaving.”
Ágata folded her arms and gave her friends a firm look. They could say what they wanted. But no argument was going to sway her. She was staying here—with them.
Her family.
“What? You’re going to stay here and let the Deity take you as his next wife? Is that what you want?” Aarón demanded.
She shivered as she remembered the Deity calling her to his office the day after her birthday and his big announcement. The way he’d looked at her. With hunger. With ownership. She could still feel his hands grabbing her arms.
She glanced down at them. It felt like she should be bruised, but his touch hadn’t been punishing as he’d laid out her future in stark terms.
“Aarón!” Roisin scolded. She was sitting between him and Renaud on the wooden floor. They were all crowded into the tree house. It was their safe place in the Camp.
She’d never understood why Mama moved them here. But whenever Ágata asked her, she’d just get this scared look on her face and tell Ágata that this place was safe.
Or it had been until the Deity announced that Ágata was to be his next wife. Wife number five.
Nausea bubbled in her tummy and she placed her hand over it. There were only two ways to get out of her marriage to the Deity.
Leave or die.
And she didn’t want to do either.
“It’s the truth, Roisin,” Aarón said with a frown. He was always so serious and protective of the rest of them. But more so now that Ágata had just turned sixteen.
The age at which all girls who were part of the Children of the Divine were expected to marry.
Lucky her, she got to marry the leader of the cult. The biggest, creepiest asshole out of all of them.
Ágata swallowed heavily.
“You have to go, Ágata,” Aine said in her sweet voice. She was tucked in between Renaud and Jaime, her slight frame dwarfed by them.
What would happen when Roisin turned sixteen? Then Aine? Who would he give them to? Aarón and Renaud’s dad? Isaac’s dad?
It was sick.
It was wrong.
And she had to help them.
“You can’t marry him, Ágata,” Isaac said quietly, his eyes haunted. He was leaning against the wall, his foot tapping nervously. “He’ll hurt you.”
Ágata swallowed heavily. She didn’t want to marry him. But she also didn’t want to leave the six of them.
“Fine, I’ll go. But I’m coming back for you guys,” she promised fiercely. That was the only reason she’d go.
Because it might be the only way she could save them all.
“Good,” Aarón said briskly. He reached into his pocket and drew out some cash. “Here, we all contributed.” He tried to hand the money over.
“What? No. I can’t take that.” Cash was scarce and hard to come by at the Camp. Everything they earned was given to the Deity, and in turn, he was supposed to use it to take care of them. His reasoning was that it freed them from financial burden and meant they had more time to worship the Divine.
Ágata knew, though, that most of the people who lived at the Camp were working their butt off and barely had anything to their name. They were fed and clothed, but that was about it.
Although if you were higher up the hierarchy, you seemed to get better perks. Aarón and Renaud’s dad was a Sentinel and so they lived in an actual house, rather than a shack like pretty much everyone else.
Ágata’s mama was older when she joined the cult, and because she was no longer considered good breeding stock, she hadn’t had to marry one of the men. Of course, that meant they were pretty low on the totem pole, though. The place they lived in should have been condemned a long time ago.
“You can and you will,” Aarón ordered. He was so bossy.
Ágata glared at him. If she ever fell in love, it would be with an easygoing man. One that never tried to tell her what to do.
A man who’d let her do whatever she wanted when she wanted.
“You’ll need it, Ágata,” Renaud told her seriously. He looked tired. Like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. This was so unfair. They were teenagers. Why should they have to worry about all this crap?
“You can use it to get far away from here. You said your mom has friends you guys can go stay with, right?” Roisin asked. She chewed on her thumbnail.
“Yeah. That’s what she said. How will we get away, though?” she asked.
The Camp was isolated. They could probably walk into town, but how long would they have until people started noticing that they were missing?
“Don’t worry,” Isaac told her. “We’ve got a distraction planned for midnight. You guys just be ready to sneak away. Get to St Ives and then jump on a bus out of here.”
Ágata nodded. “I’m still coming back. I’m getting you all out.”
They all stared at her with varying expressions of hope and sadness. She understood. They were fast losing hope in this place.
But what they needed to remember was that Ágata could out-stubborn a goat. And that she’d never leave her family behind.
Family first.
Always.
Five months later
“We need to be there when they raid the Camp, Mama,” Ágata argued, pacing back and forth in the small motel room.
They were only a twenty-minute drive from the Camp. She was so close, but she hadn’t been allowed to go with the FBI.
Jerks.
“You know what Agent Gordon said, Mija,” her mother replied. “We have to stay here out of the way. It’s not safe for us to go.”
Ágata snorted. “We’re the ones that gave them the information they needed to raid the place. If it wasn’t for us, they’d still be chasing their own asses.”
“Mija,” Mama warned.
“What? It’s true! And the guys might need me. They’ll be scared. It’s only a few weeks until Roisin’s birthday . . . what if . . . what if he decided to replace me with her?”
That worry had been keeping her awake at night. Roisin was so close to sixteen. If that jerkface took her as a wife . .
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