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  Rubia By:

  Suzanne Steele

  Dark Romance Series By:

  Suzanne Steele

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  Copyright © 2013 by Suzanne Steele

  Dark Romance Series © 2013 by Suzanne Steele

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  Table of Contents:

  Prologue:

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Epilogue:

  The Diary Prologue:

  Prologue:

  Juanita danced around the ring, high off of the aphrodisiac that she received from being the center of attention. The money was good here and there was no denying that living here likened living in paradise at times. The crowd roared as money flowed freely and bookies took bets that she would win this fight. The men were pulled into to her web by the mere fact that she was what every Latino man dreamed of: The blonde haired, hazel eyed fantasy.

  Juanita played on that weakness and made money night after night. It was almost too easy, the human cockfight she had dubbed it.

  Yes, the men here loved it and she had every intention of getting rich off of their lust for American women.

  Life was good…

  Chapter One

  I crouched in the corner of the jail, as I timidly eyed the man in front of me. Maybe he wouldn’t be so intimidating if he wasn’t dressed in full combat military fatigue.

  “Are you ready to begin your life as my wife, or do you yet choose to live in this filth? Juanita, you have been here three weeks and a mansion awaits you, be reasonable.”

  It was true, I had been living life as a prisoner; his prisoner for three weeks and it felt like I had been here six months.

  I was tired, hungry, and going crazy cooped up in this cage, nothing could be worse than this.

  I hung my head with no fight left in me and agreed to marry a complete stranger.

  My marriage consisted of a justice of the peace, Ricardo’s maid; and our two signatures; not quite the elaborate fairy tale wedding that I had fantasized of as a child…

  Juanita

  My room was a flurry of servants when I awoke the next day and escape was the first thing on my mind, but right now escaping into a hot shower would have to do. I took my time allowing the warm water to run down and over my sore muscles; muscles that were sore not from fatigue, but from lack of use.

  I exited the shower and ran my hand over the fogged up mirror. I looked pale and I could tell that I had lost weight due to my jail time served. Maybe I could talk some sense into this guy; surely he couldn’t be serious about me staying in this marriage.

  Ricardo

  I eyed my little victim as she exited the bathroom. She wore nothing but a boy short set and I could already feel a stirring in my loins. Yes, she was every man’s dream in my part of the world.

  Tall with long perfectly shaped legs and creamy white skin that made you want to reach out and run your hands over it.

  Her blonde hair lay over her shoulders in natural curls, only highlighting the hazel eyes that she had. I wondered if they changed colors the way that I had heard that American women’s eyes do at times. Did they change when she was angry?

  But even more so, I wanted to know what they looked like when they were glazed over with lust.

  “You are not to dress like that when the maids and bodyguards are in your presence, Rubia.” I couldn’t help but wonder why I felt jealousy course through my being and I didn’t even know this woman.

  “This coming from a man who abducts women and threatens them into forced marriage?”

  I rose from my chair and made my way to a woman who feigned much more confidence than I knew that she was feeling at the moment. This was going to be fun…

  Chapter Two

  I could literally feel my knees shaking, as I strained my neck to look up at the man, who brought new meaning to the word, ‘intimidating.’

  He stood at well over six feet and though he was dressed in blue jeans and a crisp white shirt today, he still commanded respect due to his intimidating presence.

  His coal black hair gave off hues of blue due to the bright Guatemalan sun which now freely streamed in through the window.

  His eyes looked like black unforgiving orbs that would show no mercy towards their prey.

  His skin was the color of coffee and cream and though it was smooth, the scar that ran from the corner of his eye and down his cheek spoke of a man who had battle scars and still stood victorious.

  His body that he now had pressed against me; as he pulled my head back by a handful of hair, was rock solid and immovable.

  “You would do very well not to cross me Rubia, this is not America, and due to your thievery, you are now at my mercy. I am not a boy to be toyed with, Juanita.”

  Though his voice was steady and his demeanor calm, he reeked of danger; the kind of danger that could mean life, or death, to anyone who dared to cross him.

  My voice shook as I spoke, almost begging this stranger to have some kind of mercy on me.

  “You can’t do this; you can’t force someone to marry you, Ricardo.”

  “I can and I have. Now be a good little captive and sit down on the bed and drink your tea.”

  I attempted to pull away from his grip on me and he held me just long enough; to send the message that he remained in control.

  He was enjoying this; having me at his mercy, but if he thought that I was going to give in, he was sorely mistaken.

  I grabbed the cup of tea and guzzled it down, as if trying to prove a point. I had full intentions of getting away from this third world, barbaric chauvinist, as soon as I could.

  Ricardo

  I watched her as I unbuttoned my shirt. I couldn’t help but be excited by the nervous energy that she was exuding right now.

  It excited me knowing that she was scared and out of control, the stirring in my loins was now becoming a full blown aggression that demanded me to take what I deemed as mine.

  Though she shook her head no, the fight was now gone due to the aphrodisiac which I had placed in her tea. She was in a different part of the world now;
a world that she was foreign to. Her American rules would not be enforced here; this was my country and now, she was my property.

  I would use her innocence to my benefit. When she crossed me, she crossed the wrong man and I had every intention of making her pay for stealing from me.

  It wasn’t so much the money as it was my pride. She had stolen from me and from my troops. If I didn’t make her pay; then I would lose the respect of my men, and a man in my position of power can never allow that.

  Juanita

  I covered my breasts by crossing my arms over them, but he wouldn’t stand for it. He glared into my eyes as he uncrossed them, almost as if he were challenging me.

  “I can’t do this, I’m a virgin.” I blurted it out, before I even had a chance to realize what I was saying. His reaction was one that I never saw coming.

  “All the better; it seals the deal of you being completely mine.”

  He grazed his tongue over my nipple causing me to moan and raise my body up towards him, as if I were offering him to continue. Before the night was through, I would be begging him to take me.

  My husband played my body like a well tuned instrument that night, and what he had stated was true, he would stamp his ownership deep within my core.

  No matter how I tried to resist him, there would always be a part of me that craved him after what he subjected me to that evening.

  This was not some clumsy boy in the backseat of a car; this was a full grown man who was sexually experienced in the art playing a woman’s body.

  Chapter Three

  The mountain air filled my lungs as I made my way up and down the hilly terrain of the Guatemalan mountain region.

  I had sneaked out in order to get a much needed workout in. I thought about my plight as I ran.

  My best friend and I were cage fighters and though we were ‘good’ we weren’t the ‘best.’

  In our line of work only the top fighters end up having a good career.

  We had opted for going overseas by chance. On a whim we had taken a fight overseas when approached by a trainer who didn’t want his fighter going.

  We had come up with the idea to act like we didn’t know each other and as the fight ensued one of us would throw it; thus causing an upset and affecting the bets which had been placed.

  We had been doing great until we crossed Ricardo and he caught on to what we were doing.

  His idea of retribution had been forced marriage.

  I had been forced to marry him and my best friend Roxanne had been shipped to his little brother Antonio in NY.

  “Rubia, Rubia, ven por aqui.”

  I heard the common nickname that was used for me due to my blonde hair; in short, it translated: “Blondie.” The people in this part of the world would yell it out to me when they wanted my attention but didn’t know my name.

  My husband used it as a term of endearment.

  I made my way over to Jaun Pablito, a small boy of only nine, or ten, and fell onto the soft grassy terrain.

  I grabbed my water bottle taking a drink as I eyed him. Evidently this was where the kids played futbal (soccer)

  “The word in the streets is that you married Ricardo Ramirez, is true; or no?”

  “Wow, word travels fast here.” I thought.

  “Si its true little man.”

  Juan’s chest appeared to poke out a little in pride; due to the reference of being called a man.

  “He is a very dangerous man, do you know this?”

  He spoke to me as if we were long time friends. He had met me the first day that Roxanne and I had gotten here, and he had always gone out of his way to speak whenever he saw me out.

  “Yes Juan, I am aware of that.”

  It isn’t like I had a choice!

  “There is his right hand man up there,” Juan stated: nodding towards the ominous SUV parked up on the hill.

  I jumped up making my way towards the SUV.

  “Bye, Rubia.”

  Goodbye Juan,” I shouted out over my shoulder as I ran.

  I yelled out in the driver’s direction, “Catch me if you can, jerk!”

  I couldn’t resist the temptation of yelling out.

  I made my way through back streets and alleys.

  I knew it would be hard for the large vehicle to maneuver in them.

  A part of me just wanted to antagonize him.

  I already knew how controlling men in this region could be, and Ricardo was already showing signs of fitting the bill.

  If he thought that I was going to give in to his every whim; he had the wrong girl.

  I never have been one to go down without a fight.

  Chapter Four

  “Hay muchas problemas Señor, muchas problemas!”

  The driver informed Ricardo, as if offering an excuse for my bad behavior.

  I brushed my way past a very angry Ricardo as I laughed.

  “You’re damn straight that I am a lot of problems!” I thought to myself.

  I slammed her bedroom door open and reveled in the terror that I saw in her eyes, as she backed away until she ended up on the bathroom floor with her knees huddled up against her body.

  “You dare to toy with me? Do you think that this is some game? Do you mistake me for one of your weak men; that you manipulate and steal from?”

  “What do you expect you bastard, you kidnapped me, imprisoned me, and forced me to marry you; you thug!”

  “You have no idea!” I growled, reaching down and wrapping her shirt in my fist, as I lifted her right up and into my face.

  She began beating her fists against my chest, screaming at me and sobbing.

  Suddenly, I felt something that I had never felt for anyone but my little brother, ‘empathy.’

  Juanita

  I guess that he let me beat against his chest until I wore myself out. He leaned down picking me up in his arms cradling me and I fell into chest quietly sobbing. I was now seeking solace in the arms of a man who had taken me against my will and forced my hand in marriage.

  I was too tired to see the irony of my behavior now; perhaps later. Nothing at this point of my journey made any sense.

  Ricardo

  She sobbed in my arms like a baby, while I stroked her hair; soothing her until she fell asleep.

  I quietly lay her on the bed and turned making my way to the door.

  I looked over my shoulder one more time; this was the only time that I could remember feeling this way about anyone but my little brother.

  Chapter Five

  Ricardo had grown up in the back alleys of a drug infested and war torn Colombia.

  There was no mercy for a boy like him who had been born to a family that fell under the curse of poverty. What little bit of money that there was; was drunk up in the alcoholism that plagued his abusive father.

  His mother did not help matters by making excuses for the behavior of a drunken and abusive man; a man who Ricardo learned to loathe at a very young age.

  He began to run drugs from the jungles of Colombia and gained a reputation for being ruthless and sadistic.

  It wasn’t long before the military approached him to work for them.

  There were very thin lines between legal and illegal in Colombia.

  Lives were bought and sold with no thought of mercy. Ricardo did what he had to and rose in the ranks of the military very swiftly. His men not only feared him, they truly respected him.

  Chapter Six

  “Missy, Missy, you must get up and get ready for dinner.”

  I rubbed my eyes and took a moment to get my bearings.

  I eyed the maid that I knew to go by the name of ‘Marta’ and told her that I needed coffee.

  “I can get dressed by myself, Marta.”

  She got up making her way to my closet and removing items that I wasn’t even aware were there.

  Geez, I can for sure dress myself now. With a whole new wardrobe; who couldn’t?

  I wasn’t feeling real confident about wearing clothes t
hat I hadn’t been responsible for buying. I couldn’t help but be flattered by the gesture of Ricardo providing the equivalent of a stylist. It remained to be seen if the items would fit. Even if they did, I had no intentions of cutting my husband any slack.

  I waited until she left my room before I went into action with the plan that formed in my mind.

  I would be damned if any man was going to tell me what to wear; regardless of how flattered that I was.

  Ricardo

  I looked up to view my wife entering the dining hall; in a full blown state of rebellion. It was evident what she had done, when she entered in wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and flip flops.

  “You little bitch!” I thought.

  Juanita

  Ricardo jumped from the table and across the distance that stood between us in one lithe movement.

  “You are hurting me,” I whined, as his fingers roughly clenched around my upper arm.

  “You haven’t seen pain little girl!”

  I struggled to keep up with his long strides, as he all but dragged me down the long corridor which led to my room.

  “Do you think this is a game?” His voice thundered, vibrating off of the walls.

  “I don’t need you to dress me!”

  Ricardo

  I calmly turned eyeing her and took the key that was nestled in my trousers into my hand. I slowly made my way to the door and locked the deadbolt, placing the key back into its hidden place; deep within the recesses of my pocket.

  “I asked you a question and I don’t like repeating myself.”

  “I, I, don’t like being kidnapped and forced to marry a complete stranger.”

  “I also don’t like being disobeyed, Rubia.” I slowly ran the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, as I tugged at the handful of hair that I now had twisted in my hand.