Don Angelo
I see pure horror on Carla's face as I tell her she will head to La Castillo. I don't know why, but the image of her on stage, with all those people bidding for her has not left my memory. I just can’t get it out of my mind, no matter what I do.
What if I was not there?
What if my people were not there?
What if the Caprio girl did not step in?
Would my pet have been squirming under another man by now? She has the nerve to put herself up and have all those idiots leering at her.
She even dares to interrupt me now. I don't know what Carla has eaten since we arrived here, but she seems to have become bolder.
Her pleas only make me more angry, yet she won't shut up. How am I supposed to know that Hakeem would tell them about La Castillo?
That sissy says he can build an
