“Well, we meet again, beautiful Angela,” Antonio said. Angela managed to look up at the speaker; he smiled warmly and winked at her. She, in return, forced a weak smile. Meanwhile, Antonio still hadn't taken his eyes off her, most importantly studying her reaction to Gideon, unsure why he needed to do that. Gideon introduced his friend Mr. Tyson and left. “Not a bad taste, I tell you, Mr. Montero.”
One of the big Hollywood men, Mr. Tyson, appeared behind Angela. Antonio's eyes stabbed him, already aware of his mission. He was checking Angela out, and then he slid his hand across her back and placed it on Angela’s small waist. Angela didn’t make any move or even show a sign of irritation, and that triggered Antonio's anger. “Bitch! If that should be me,” she'd shout, “pervert.” Antonio thought as his raging eyes shifted from Angela’s face to the hand holding her firmly on the waist. Mr. Tyson, on the other side, was doing something very common among the spoiled billionaires of Hollywood—sharing their bitches and dumping their ass—but it felt different this time. Antonio maintained his cool, but his left eyebrow kept twitching, and he couldn’t help but roll his tongue in anger. “I hope to have a taste of you anyway,” Tyson whispered into Angela’s ears, and slowly his hands slid a little lower to caress her curvaceous behind. Angela noticed, and her breath tightened. She had played the tough girl long enough; she had to stop him, but before she could actually act out what was in her mind, it irritated her more than anything... but she had many other emotions stirring up in her head.
“Well, what do we have here?” Another joined. His name is Mr. James Rock, a billionaire and known hotshot in the industry. “Mr. Antonio's new toy is quite handsome, isn't she?” Joe said as his cigarette was being lit by his bodyguard. “She looks pretty average to me... but I bet she is good. Anything Montero's is premium,” James replied. The three men laughed. “Well, I am sure my fiancée here can handle three men,” Antonio spoke after a long silence. Angela's eyes widened.
“What the heck are you talking about?” She walked closer and whispered anxiously to him. “Ain't you tired of me? This is your chance to pay off your debt. Those four men can fuck you and pay me double the amount you owe. You will be finally free from me.” He grinned, staring her directly in the eyes.
“You… know… it's not possible. You can't do that to me,” Angela replied with panic in her voice.
“Can't do what? Share my toy. I am sick of you thinking you are some kind of special, manipulating me here and there.” He straightened up.
“Are you serious, Antonio?” Tyson asked. “I have always been that cheerful giver.” The three men laughed.
“A Montero thing to say, to tell you, man, I envy,” Tyson replied, shaking his head. “Well, which hotel will it be? I will need to watch it.” The three men were at first surprised, then they exchanged glances that conveyed secret words to each other. “An audience will be thrilling,” Joe added.
“Antonio!” Angela snapped; tears filled her overwhelmed eyes. Antonio added like she was a ghost, completely invisible to him.
“I will pick the location... I hope she is worth it?” Mr. James asked with a giant cigar clamped in his teeth.
“100 thousand bucks only,” Antonio replied with a broad smile. Angela tried to run, but a huge bodyguard grabbed her, and one of those men grabbed her like a child and threw her into a car.
“Hey, you can't do that! I will call the cops. You can't kidnap me in broad daylight!” She kept hitting the window, but it was useless; the sound was barely heard from outside the car, and her screams were just inaudible. She started calling out for Antonio, but he paid no attention to her. “Antonio!... Antonio!” The car drove away, Angela's heart was pounding, her tears started falling uncontrollably as her mind raced, thinking of a solution. Suddenly she had an idea.
“Damon... Jace... or Dorris… who... who... who?.. Definitely Damon.” She dried her face and immediately took out her phone to dial a number, her hands shaking uncontrollably. Suddenly she felt a metal object poking her neck.
“Hand over the phone,” a rough voice beside her ordered. Slowly she looked up and found the guard holding a pistol pointed at her neck. He was seated right beside her; she was so focused that she didn't notice him there all this time.
“You won't kill… You know who I am? Antonio's bride,” she said, trying to be brave. “Mr. Antonio's toy, you mean?… He gave us instructions to end you if you try anything funny. Now for the last time, bitch, hand over the phone, bitch!” He growled. The voice made her jump a little; she started crying silently, and her heart was pounding so hard. She slowly gave the tough-looking guard the phone.
“Where are you taking me to? This is not right. I don't consent to this,” she cried loudly. The car stopped after a few minutes' drive, indicating the hotel wasn't far from the event center.
“Now listen and listen carefully: you are no child, so if you love yourself, cooperate with them. You will be paid, of course. All you have to do is walk quietly into the hotel room and be the bitch that you are,” the bodyguard advised her. Angela nodded slowly. He gave her a handkerchief to dry her teary eyes. She collected it and dried them off, her frustrated face pale and emotionless. 'If I am ready for anything' was her facial expression. That's what she was wearing.
"What's the difference? I have been a toy ever since I found myself in this Montero mess. If this is the way to my freedom, so be it." She got out of the car and found the men already waiting, and also, of course, Antonio! A hostess approached her. “Good day, please follow me; we will get you ready for the night,” she said softly with a smile.