SOFIA
“You should mind your manners, Sofia,” he said as he reached out and gripped my arm.
“Let me go,” I shouted. I attempted to bite his hand when he covered my mouth.
“b***h!” he shouted and smacked me across the face. I fell to the floor and raised my hand to my sore cheek as tears pooled into my eyes.
“I see what Joaquin likes about you.” He bent down and grabbed my chin then squeezed.
“He’s going to kill you,” I muttered as he pushed me down on the floor, pulled out a switchblade and traced it across my cheek down to the top of my dress.
I vainly tried to push his hands away.
“Then, I should make my time worthwhile.”
“Get the f**k off me, you bastard,” I screamed as I kicked my legs to force him up off me.
“My men wanted to take you for themselves; I said you shouldn’t be to
