Chapter 14 Which Hand

Rico took two steps forward, approaching Lucia. The strong smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne assaulted Lucia's nose, making her stomach churn. "Stop pretending, Lucia." Rico stopped smiling, and his gaze turned sinister. "Everyone in Montefina knows that your gambler dad tried to cover up his mess by selling you to our Don like some sort of livestock. "Who do you think you are? Some princess? In the Don's eyes, you're nothing more than a tool for his bed, and a secondhand replacement at that." Those words pierced Lucia's heart. It was the humiliation she dreaded most. "Shut up," Lucia seethed. "Why? Did that hit a sore spot?" Rico got even bolder as his gaze crawled all over Lucia's body, from her slender neck down to her dark red dress. "I heard that the Don was getting sick of you recently. I'd guess as much. "With that deadpan face of yours, who would even be interested in you? Since the Don doesn't want you anymore, maybe…" He reached out to touch Lucia's face. A cris