Chapter 11 Little Bitch

Alina’s POV

I shoved the pig’s hand away from my chest and stood up, glaring daggers. “What the fuck?”

“What’s wrong, señorita? Don’t like his touch?” one of the greasy, fat thugs mocked. Where the hell had Josephine sent me? Were these men some kind of social outcasts who had never touched a woma...

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