They Gambled With My Body, My Papa Bet Their Lives

As Don Julian Vitale's woman, I've accompanied him every step of the way, from the streets all the way to the peak.

It all starts because I don't like the way Julian's god-sister, Milena Santoro, uses so much force in dressing my wounds that I've dismissed her in favor of other people.

The next day, my explicit photos are plastered all over the underground casino's chips.

I clutch my abdomen, which still sports the stab wound I've blocked for Julian. As I search for him, I end up overhearing his subordinates' lewd laughter outside a private room.

"Winona sure is hot, Don Vitale! Now that her body's printed all over the chips, our luck has tremendously increased as well!"

"That's not it! Previously, Don Vitale rewarded me by letting me grope Winona's chest! Because of that, I was able to seal a business deal that's worth tens of millions of dollars!"

"Then again, Don Vitale, won't Winona get into a fight with you for spreading her explicit photos like this?"

Julian puffs out some smoke while toying with a casino chip with my crotch printed on it.

"She's just a plaything whom Lady Luck favors. Without my protection, she's even lower than a mutt. Besides, she's nothing compared to Milena, and yet she has the gall to complain about how much force Milena uses in dressing her wounds?"

As the crotch-imprinted chip is flung onto the table carelessly, I feel my heart dying once and for all.

Inside the private room, a man who had clearly won big grabbed a chip stamped with the image of my thigh. He stuck out his tongue and licked it obscenely.

"Damn, this is something else. I've just licked Winona Lombardi's thigh, and my luck's already turning. I just don't know when I'll get to push this slut down and really have my way with her."

Julian Vitale's voice drifted over lazily from inside the room. "What's the rush? Everyone will get their turn. A woman like that just needs someone to crook a finger at her, and she'll strip herself naked and crawl over on her own."

Laughter echoed from around them.

Another voice chimed in, one I had never heard before, "Honestly, Winona is so obedient. You can make her do whatever you want in bed. None of my mistresses can compare to her. Don Vitale, if you get tired of her, why don't you pass her my way?"

"Exactly. Just letting us watch isn't nearly enough. Every time I see her, I can't help myself, especially when I think about how fragile she looked right after the miscarriage. It's driving me insane."

A chill crept up my spine.

When Julian had been ambushed by a rival family, I had miscarried while trying to protect him.

I remembered that day vividly.

The hospital sheets had been soaked through with blood. He'd held my hand with red-rimmed eyes.

He'd said, "Winona, I'm sorry. I swear I'll never let you suffer like this again.