Episode 2

For Hugo Gomez, I was only his daughter when it suited him. I learned that over the years.

When I was little, he said I was the light of his eyes, his princess, the most beautiful star in the world.

He made me feel so good, loved by him.

It was his beautiful way of manipulating my mind and making sure I never rebelled against him.

As I grew up, I became his ticket to being the King of the most important organization. I was an object of exchange for him.

That was the fate of many daughters of drug lords. If you are not fit to lead a criminal organization, you serve as an exchange to gain power.

It was painful to understand. It was disgusting, but that's how things were. Whether I liked it or not, I was born and raised as the daughter of a mobster and a woman who was a prostitute.

My mother sold her body when she was young. She dedicated herself to selling her caresses to the highest bidder. My father set his eyes on her. Physically, she was beautiful, very similar to me.

Tall, blonde, slim, with several surgeries on her body, highlighting her curves even more. She was an excellent exotic dancer.

Many powerful men were dying to have her in bed. They paid large sums of money to spend a night in her bed.

Upon meeting her, my father made her his woman. Giving her a queen's life and a respectable last name.

She never lacked anything, he always filled her with luxuries. A life she always longed to have.

She stopped working in prostitution and dedicated herself to pleasing her biggest sponsor. "My father."

When I was born, I was that valuable trophy, that unparalleled beauty. A beautiful daughter whom he could exchange for money and power. It's hard for me to understand what I meant to him.

Although, hard as it is to believe, I am just a pretty face, a beautiful body, and the sexual desire of many high-ranking men in the mafia.

"Look what you've done!" I was still in shock, over the death of the man I had killed in self-defense.

My father's shouts only frightened me more, I covered my ears, wanting to escape from all that.

I lowered my head and put it between my legs. The dead man on the rug was dragged out the door.

Everything was too shocking for me. Just breathing was a martyrdom. I could still feel my skin throbbing with nerves. The scare of being raped was greater than having killed.

"Alright. Rogelio is dead, there's nothing to be done. What's done is done."

"His mother will want to avenge the murderer. Pack your things, you're leaving for Italy tonight."

"I'll talk to a partner right now. He owes me many favors and he's going to help you hide."

Before I can react, I am pulled out of bed by force. Because of the strong push my father gives me, I lost my balance and fell on top of the pool of blood.

My hands, like my knees, were stained with the blood of the man who tried to abuse me.

That disgusting smell made me tremble. Feeling chills all over my body. It's a horrible feeling.

My mind was filled with so many ugly things. I felt so scared. I had murdered the son of I don't know who. I was mentally unbalanced.

I was like an old doll in my father's hands. He pushed me from one side to the other, and I seemed to have no life.

He put his hand on my arm and pulled me up, making me stand.

"You're stupid even for that! You haven't learned anything!"

We left the room with pushes. Outside was my mother accompanied by her faithful maid.

Upon seeing the scene in front of her, she doesn't show even a little sympathy for me. She lowered her gaze slightly and remained silent.

She sees me broken and does nothing to save me. She maintains a cold posture, as if I were not her daughter.

My father stands in front of her, his expression was that of a murderer. He releases my arm, and pushes me forward.

"Take her away, I don't want to see her." My father ordered, without any emotion in his voice.

Mom, seeing that I'm about to fall. She holds my arm tightly. She tilts her head as she sees my father pass by her side.

My tears didn't stop falling down my cheeks. It was something I couldn't control.

"Maid, go and pack a small suitcase."

The woman walks away, obeying her boss's orders.

"You're an idiot. What was it going to cost you to sleep with that man? It was just opening your legs and closing your eyes, pretending you like it and that's it."

"Now because of your stupidity you are in serious trouble. Why can't you be a little like me?!"

That was the difference between her and me. I didn't want to be like her. A prostitute, a woman who exchanges her body for a few coins.

I was born for something more, and not for something as simple as that.

She holds my arm and pushes me towards the stairs. We went down each step until we reached the lobby, in less than five minutes the maid already had two suitcases ready. They were two small luggage.

Only what was necessary to travel in an emergency. We went out to the garage. One of the vans was already ready. I didn't even know what time it was. I looked through the polarized glass, I saw three other cars behind us.

Upon arriving at a clandestine airstrip, we got out of the van. There was already a private plane to take us to the neighboring city, from there I would take a commercial flight to Italy.

The first to get out of the van was my mother.

"What are you waiting for to get out of the van? Are you stupid or what?"

I ran my hands over my cheeks, I couldn't stop crying, as I put a foot under the van, two of my father's men approached me.

"We'll see each other here." My mother was about to return to the van when one of the men said.

"You are going with her by order of the boss."

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