Gringa - in the Clutches of a Ruthless Drug Lord - 2
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Authors: Eve Rabi
Tags: #Romance, #Contemporary
| Gringa - in the Clutches of a Ruthless Drug Lord - 2 | |
| Gringa [2] | |
| Eve Rabi | |
| Rating: | ★★★★☆ |
| Tags: | Romance, Contemporary |
This is the Gringa Series, eBooks 1-4 being offered at a discounted price.
SERIES DESCRIPTION:
I was twenty-one, a sassy university student who took crap from no one. While holidaying in Mexico, I was accosted by The Devil of Mexico called Diablo and shot, because the motherfucker mistook me for a spy.
I survived, only to encounter him again months later. How’s that for luck?
Furious and sick of all that I’d been through because of him, I slapped him, told him to go fuck himself and braced myself for the bullet. He could shoot me – I no longer cared.
But, to my surprise, the fucker became fascinated with me and blackmailed me into becoming his woman. He’d slay the entire village that sheltered me, if I rejected his proposal.
He was Kong, hairy, tattooed from fingertips to face, with scary ass piercings, blood-shot snake eyes, a ruthless killer and above all, he was my murderer – how could anyone expect me to say yes?
To save the village I had to.
He took me by force, terrorized me into submission and made me his. To make matters worse, I had to put up with his ruthless, backstabbing family who hated me and wanted to kill me.
I despised the bastard and I told him that. Spark flew. Fists too.
When the FBI came on the scene and secretly recruited me to help put Diablo behind bars, I was thrilled. I wanted them to throw his ass behind bars, then torment him for the rest of his life like he was doing to me. I was willing to do whatever it took to get him there.
But, the more I rejected Diablo, the more he wanted me.
At times he wanted to kill me because of my insolence, but other times he just wanted me to love him.
I was his Gringa and in an attempt to get my love, he began to change for me. Drastic changes that made me laugh at him at first, then made me curious and even intrigued me.
After all, I was an ignored child and as an adult, nobody gave a rat’s ass about me. Here was a man who actually wanted me and was willing to do whatever it took to get me – how the hell could I not be flattered?
As the days went by, I found myself drawn to him and I began seeing him differently. When I found out about his past, everything changed.
I now wanted to protect my murderer, my tormentor, The Devil of Mexico from the FBI and I was prepared to lie to the Feds, if it meant saving him from them.
I was even prepared to go to jail for him.
And I did.
My days in Mexico were filled with violence, hate, lust and sorrow.
It was also filled with laughter, love and passion and most importantly, it taught me that love conquers all.
Gringa - a modern–day, love story that will have you laughing, crying and wanting more!
WARNING: This book contains sexual violence, sex scenes, graphic language, drug references, violence and is suitable for mature readers
REVIEWS FROM READERS:
"A crude rendition of Beauty and the beast"
“IMO, It is one of the best romance books ive read in some time. I read it all in one sitting. I couldnt peel my eyes away even for a minute. The story had it all from action to romance.”
“Some scenes had me giggling out loud, but there was one scene that had me laughing out loud for a couple minutes.”
“This book is not for the faint of heart. It's horrible, dirty, raw, passionate, hilarious, sweet, sad, addictive, and so much more.”
‘One thing that I like from this author now that I have read all her books is that she takes time to develop her characters as well as develop the romance. There is no zero to 60 in 3 seconds here. Her characters are flawed and multi-dimentional. They also experience growth throughout the book. There are plenty of twists and turns in ths book to keep you guessing.’
“The author has woven such intricate characters in this tale and I will be hard pressed to find another book which was so well rounded and beautifully written. The sub-characters (Troy, Rosa, Maria, Toungue, Paris, etc.) all brought something amazing to the table.”
“This is my first ever review of a book and …I believe I have
GRINGA
In the Clutches of a Ruthless Drug-Lord
Eve Rabi
Smashwords Edition
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Table of Contents
I’m lying in bed staring at the ceiling when Rosa enters my room. ‘Senorita, Marcus, he here to take you - see your family.’
Marcus is the ranch hand assigned to drive me to Siempre. Since I can drive myself, I suspect he’s there mainly to keep an eye on me.
I can’t seem to get out of bed. My head throbs, my eyes are burning and I just don’t have the energy to stand up. ‘Tell him, I’m not going.’
She takes in my swollen eyelids and blotchy face and strokes my forehead gently. Since she doesn’t ask why I’m crying, I assume she may have heard my screams last night.
Without a word she leaves my room. I hear voices outside my door – hers and Diablo’s.
Five minutes later she re-enters my room. Before she shuts the door, I catch a glimpse of Diablo standing outside my room, craning his neck to look at me.
Our eyes meet for a moment before I turn my face away.
Rosa sits on the edge of my bed and says, ‘Your family, they will be worried about you, Diablo say.’
I stare silently at the ceiling. I don’t even want to hear his name right now.
‘I bring you coffee, you feel better,’ she says, stroking my arm. ‘Coffee and shower always make me feel better, ’member?’
I shake my head from side-to-side.
‘You must go. Maybe Diablo change his mind then …’
She’s right. It might be the only chance I have of seeing my family.
‘Come.’ She takes my hand and leads me to the shower.
I do feel a little better after the shower. Just a little. The coffee helps too. I look at myself in the mirror - my face is puffy, my eyes are mere slits, my nose is bulbous and my head pounds from all the crying. The last thing I want to do right now is to see anyone. But I force myself to dress, brush my hair, look presentable.
Before long, we are heading to Siempre.
We drive in silence and I psych myself into appearing cheerful and together for my visit. No-one really cares how I feel, so what’s the use of crying in front of them. Crying will only blow my cover. I’m supposed to be fearless, angry, bad-ass Payton, remember? Not, shattered, depressed, suicidal Payton.
Marcus gives me two hours with my family while he hovers around and waits for me.
I see my family and fake it – I smile, laugh, crack jokes. Comes easy to me. I’m a big fat liar, remember?
Austin stares silently at me and I get the feeling he knows something is wrong.
The villagers hear about my visit and swarm in to see Diablo’s obsession. They bring gifts and are relentless with their questions - how come I’m still alive? Has anyone bitten a chunk out of me as yet? Is Diago half-man half-beast?
I tell them about life at Tana-Mera - Christa is evil, Diablo seldom speaks more than two words at a time, Tongue is really a Troll, Maria and Rosa are great ladies and that I’m okay, just bored.
‘They eat people?
‘He’s not half-man half-beast and they’re definitely not cannibals,’ I say.
Sighs of relief from some – looks of disappointment from others.
‘I haven’t been fed human flesh and they haven’t bitten a chunk out of me.’ I run my hands lightly over my body. See? But if they come to eat me; I’d suggest my
nalgas
first,’ I chuckle and pat my butt.
They nod, but do not laugh.
Two hours fly, it’s time to leave and my façade slips - I fight back tears. I don’t want to go back to the ranch and Diablo’s unwanted visits. I guess it’s obvious, because the villagers are speaking words of comfort and trying to reassure me.
I desperately summon a smile, but fail miserably and a tear escapes. Fuck! Why the hell can’t I get my shit together?
People around me are aghast at my tears. What happened to sassy, smart-alecky, provocative Payton? Payton the prankster.
‘Dad, you need to go back to America,’ I say.
‘Why? I’m happy here Payton. Especially since you’re okay.’ I’m
okay
? He my father; how could he miss my despair?
‘Dad, Diablo – Christa is evil, dad. Diablo and Christa and everyone else there.’
‘Relax Payton. I leave when I’m ready to. Besides, how can I leave when there are so many lovely Senorita’s around, huh?’
I sigh and look at Elaine.
‘I tell him that all the time,’ Elaine complains, ‘but he insists on staying here. Austin won’t leave so Paris won’t leave and I guess, well, I have to stay too.’
Saying goodbye to my family leaves me depressed. Austin gives me a long hug and squeezes my waist really hard.
I cry all the way home. Marcus watches me though the rear view mirror but says nothing. When we arrive at the ranch, I walk straight to my room, crawl under the covers and cry into my pillow.
Through the depths of my despair, I decide to kill myself.
First, I need to write a letter to the only person I love – the only person who loves me - Austin. In spite of everything, in spite of him dumping me and marrying my beautiful step-sister, I’m certain he cares. My father cares because he is genetically programmed to love me. But Austin, he doesn’t have to, but he does. I see how he looks at me – the tenderness in his eyes, the way he cocks his beautiful head to one side when he smiles at me, the way he squeezes my waist. I feel his secret love. I really do.
23 July 2002
Dear Austin, I’m sorry that I have to say goodbye. In spite of everything, I still love you. For a while you made me feel beautiful and wanted. I can’t help but wonder how things would have turned out if I hadn’t left to Europe for that two month holiday. Elaine’s gift to me. Actually, it was a gift to Paris, really. The only way they could get to you, was to take out of the picture, leave the way clear so they could work on you. Pity they succeeded.
Well, now that I’m gonna die, here’s my confession:
Whenever Diablo fucks me, I think of you. I picture you above me and sometimes I even feel like responding. It’s fucked up, I know, but it’s how it is.
Take care, keep my memory alive (somehow) and remember - you’re worthy. Don’t ever let Elaine and Paris tell you otherwise.