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brainwash her. What most people call pillow talk , I use for breaking down .
    It is termed turning out by pimps but I’m not a pimp. I am a Boss. To put it simply, I will use every trick of the trade to make this woman mine. She has openly admitted that she is unable to bond, that she is broken, and if I have learned anything about dealing with women, it’s to listen to them. A woman will tell you everything you need to know if you just pay attention.
    “Roxanne, you must mind me, even in the smallest of details. Do you understand?” I continue on for thirty minutes or so informing Roxanne what is expected of her, emphasizing that if she breaks the rules, she’ll be disciplined. She is tough but she is also naïve. She knows nothing of my world. The world I live in is brutal and if any of my enemies see an opportunity to get their hands on her, they will. They will destroy anything and anyone that I love in order to destroy me.
    We get up and dress, exiting the closet. I have her sheltered under my arm as we walk out. Sabrina glares at her and my hackles rise. “I need some attention, Antonio Wayne!”
    Alexis immediately runs up and grabs Roxanne, pulling her out of the way. I lunge at Sabrina and grab her by the throat. “Apologize to my wife!”
    Roxanne mutters, “It’s okay.”
    I still have Sabrina by the throat and literally pick her up as I turn to Roxanne. Addressing her, I ask, “Are you telling me how to deal with my women?”
    “No,” she replies as she looks down and Alexis protectively pulls her back out of my way.
    “I’m sorry, Roxanne,” Sabrina barely gasps through my chokehold.
    I use this time to inform the women that they are never to disrespect my wife. I knew there would be some hard feelings about Roxanne being here and I definitely expected Sabrina to start some shit, but I’m a little surprised she had the gall to do it in front of me. She has it in her head that she loves me. I fucked her—nothing more, nothing less—and I haven’t touched another woman since my wife’s arrival. I just don’t have it in me. Whether I want to acknowledge it or not, the woman has bewitched me. Poor thing… I will be harder on her because of it.



Chapter Seven
    Rosalie
    Eduardo holds me like he’s my boyfriend. I’m not in love with him. I could never love a monster like him—a man who steals women and gets them hooked on drugs to make money. I wonder about the man he stole us from sometimes. Will he come looking for us? Eduardo has gone from being a mere coyote to a man with a price on his head. He let it slip in one of our conversations and now it all makes sense why we were taken at sea in the middle of the night. I thought it had just been part of flying under the radar of the American authorities but, no, this selfish son of a bitch didn’t have enough illegals… so he stole us. Now, I not only have to worry about losing access to the drug I have become so dependent on, but being killed by a Colombian gangster who has been robbed of his cargo as well. This is not good, not good at all.
    At this point, I’m just trying to survive and the only way I can do that right now, is through Eduardo. He is my only supplier of food, water, and the drug that my body so desperately craves. The drug that, in the beginning, just helped me endure the pain and horror of selling my body has become an addiction. I’m now just another statistic; I’m a drug-addicted prostitute.
    I can feel my heart hardening with each passing day and I don’t just loathe him, I loathe me for the person I’m becoming. How could I be so stupid as to believe I was on my way to the Promised Land when, in reality, I was headed straight to hell on earth?
    Every day, I push away thoughts of taking my own life. Each day I’m drugged, I pray it will be more than my body can stand and I will OD. No such escape exists for me because against my will, my body increases its resistance to the drugs. I don’t even get high anymore,