VALENTINA’S POV
You don’t know how truly unjust the world can be until you are stranded, without a job and nobody is willing to hire you. Everywhere I have gone, it has been the same story; we can’t hire you because you are not the right fit for this establishment. Even though I remind them that I was a waiter at a diner very recently, it is almost as if they have all made a vow not to hire me for some reason.
“I am sorry Ms. Sanchez I can’t hire you.” The manager of yet another diner said. I couldn’t help being sad even though I half expected that response. Cafes, restaurants, fast food places, I have tried everything but for some reason nobody seems to want me.
Desmond sandals? No, I can’t, that would mean going back to my old life which I want to stay far away from.
YARA’S POV
“Yara can I still trust you?” Raphael asked he looked hurt, sad, a little disappointed. He looked like I had stabbed at the back with the knife I am holding. I dropped the knife down.
“Of course you can Raphael. I just… I just want to know if you would ever hurt me.” I said, stuttering a bit, I don’t want what Desmond said to be true, Raphael would never try to hurt me, he just wouldn’t, right? If what Desmond said was true that would mean I have been a fool for loving Raphael. I killed for him! I just can’t accept that he doesn’t love me!
“I would never hurt you Yara, you should know that.” He replied with a frown.
“But I…I saw the text… the hit men…the Cheque was signed in your name.” I said, reluctantly reliving that dreadful memory of Desmond showing me those text from Raphael to the hit men he hired to kill me right after I killed his ex wife, my godmother Stephanie. The cheque of ten thousand dollars which was most definitely signed by Raphael.
I remember how my throat had grown hot and clogged with unshed tears, how I had felt like I could die from the betrayal.
I just need Raphael to tell me that he hadn’t tried to kill me that day, I need him to tell me the signature on the cheque wasn’t his, I need him to tell me he loves me, lie to me even! I don’t care! I just love him way too much sometimes it’s hard to breathe!
“Is this your signature? Did you hire a hit man to kill me?” I asked Raphael again, handing him the cheque that was signed with his signature, the evidence that Desmond had given to me.
“Yara… how did you get this?” Was all he said.
VALENTINA’S POV
“You should really stop looking for a job because nobody is going to hire you.” What is Diego doing standing in front of my apartment building? I walked past him and slid my key into the lock. I really need to get some sleep right now, I feel very tired and frustrated, I really can’t deal with anything right now.
“You don’t need a job Valentina so stop trying.” He said again as he sat rather uncomfortably on my couch, he shifted and changed his position trying his best to hide his discomfort on my old dingy couch.
“I am going to keep trying and soon someone would hire me.” I replied as I took my shirt off and then my skirt. I was almost naked just standing there in my bra and panties. I looked at him, I watched him swallow hard, maybe his dick in me can offer some sort of comfort for tonight.
I took off my bra and then my panties, I walked over to him looking into his eyes. I sat on his lap, rested my hands on his shoulder ready to take his lips into mine.
I really don’t care what he thinks of me after this, I just want him.
He moved his lips away from mine and then whispered into my ears “You are forgetting the magic words. Just say please daddy and I will make all your pains go away.” He said with a smirk.
I stood up from his laps.
“I am never going to beg you.” I said, a bit enraged but more frustrated and embarrassed.
YARA’S POV
“One thing you always fail to realize is that things are never always as they see Yara.” Raphael said as he wrapped me into a hug. I could feel myself starting to soften, it has to be a mistake, Raphael would never try to hurt me I just know it.
“The person that showed you this obviously just made this up sweetheart.” He added caressing me. I don’t know if I should believe him, I love Raphael but I don’t know I can trust him but yet again I don’t think he would hurt me. He saved me, I would have been dead by now if it wasn’t for him.
“How do I know that you are not lying to me?” I asked. He raised my face to his,
“Have I ever lied to you?” He asked looking into my eyes.
“No.” I replied. He is the only one who has never lied to me, regardless of how awful the truth is he always makes sure to tell me. I know he would never lie to me because he was the only one that told me about my father, he made me realize that that man is not the sinless saint I had originally thought him to be. The sinless Saint I had spent my whole childhood adoring.
DIEGO’S POV
“VVIP Invitation to the grand of the Crest club
Happening on the 17th…”
I was about to toss the invitation card in the bin when I noticed a note written in red ink at the back.
“You wouldn’t want to miss a show of a lifetime. Your whore, Valentina Sanchez is now mine, she is the first thing I would take from you them I’m coming for the remaining things you own and then of course your beloved mafia outfit.”
Desmond Sandals