Lorenzo's daffodil

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ROSALIA.

My eyes opened again and took in the clean smell, I frowned, my gaze still hazy and my body still tired but this time not due to exhaustion but due to sleeping for too long. My eyes opened wider and I noticed that I was in a room, painted in neutral colors, it had a bed and a sofa, it was quite small but still looked very decent. I looked around, wondering what the hell I was doing here.

I pulled the duvet from my body and started moving off the bed. I was no longer in that noisy area anymore, I was in a quiet place. I looked around the room and found the window that was covered with thick curtains. I swallowed and pulled it out to find a vast land that spread for miles and miles on end.

Shocked, my hand went to my mouth as I tried to recollect what I was doing there, I do not remember much after I fainted but now I was here, I did not know where I was but I could deduce that I was in some farmland. This place was huge and it would be very difficult to escape.

The door opened behind me and I turned back in panic, I blinked as a maid entered the room, she was shocked to see me awake, she blinked several times before bringing the tray she held toward me. I watched her with caution trying to know what she was going to do next. I stood by the window watching her like a hawk, I would not be caught off guard in a stranger's house.

"Sir asked me to bring you a meal," she stated and I frowned, "sir... Sir..." I stuttered, who was the sir she was talking about? The Mam with the shoes?

She did not answer my question, she only walked away from me, leaving me with more questions and a lot of fear in my heart. It was not unpopular to be sold by the brothel, what bothered me was that the old girl would be trained first, so I wondered why Momo just let me go without 'training' me.

I was glad though, at least I had gotten my first worry out of the way, escape from the brothel! I was not going to allow those dirty men to sleep with me. My granny was still there probably dying of shame and regret that she had a hand in my demise. I was angry with her but she was sick and I did not want her to worry much. I needed to leave this place so I could help her.

The door suddenly opened and my eyes went up to see a tall older man, in a business suit entering with a ginger who did not look pleased. I held the curtains tightly feeling stupid for not getting something to protect myself.

The man looked at me up and down, he gave me a look of disapproval before he walked toward the sofa, the man that was next to him stood behind the sofa. They said nothing and he got on his phone and started pressing it. They looked like businessman why would they want someone like me?!

Then again many businessmen had fetishes I would not put past him like sleeping with corpses, I shivered just thinking about it. I was stubborn, not stupid, I feared death so much and I did not want to die.

"Who are you?" I asked finally summoning courage to speak. I hated the way my voice shook, the man did not look fazed one bit, he just continued typing on his phone. What does this man want from me?

"Sit!" he said to me, and I started wondering what was wrong with them. I walked toward the bed and took my sir, wanting to know why he brought me there.

"What do you want from me?" I asked him again, but he said nothing, tension started rising in my body as I felt fear. I did not want anything to happen to me, I still wanted to start alive. The man finally looked up, I looked away quickly not wanting him to catch me staring.

"You are Rosalia Gonzales, you were kidnapped from your home and you will brought back to it," he said casually shocking me.

"What? What are you talking about?" I asked him, disturbed. He looked up again, switching off his phone.

"From now on you are Rosalia Gonzales, you are thirty-three, the long-lost daughter of Donald Gonzales and Lilian Gonzales, you were taken as an infant and you are going back home."

"That's not true, what are you saying? You are confusing me!" I said again but he would not answer me. "What are you saying?! Who the hell are you?"

"Your savior! Momo was ready to kill you yesterday when I saved you and I need you to do one thing and one thing only, you will from now on be Rosalia Gonzales and nothing else but that."

"Are you insane?" I jumped as the younger man pulled his gun out. Who were these people and what did they want from me? I had no money, I had nothing to offer them, and they were richer than me.

"Frank, put the gun away, there is no need for that," he said casually, frightening me further. He finally looked up again, "I saved you yesterday, I paid your father's debt and some more to acquire you, you are now my slave until I say you are not. You will do everything I tell you or there will be hell to pay are we clear?"

"I don't know what the fuck this is supposed to be? But I want no part in it! I have no idea who Rosalia Gonzales is! I am Rosalia Daffodil Remirez! I will have no part in this insanity!" I snapped back angrily.

"Oh, believe me, you will." He nodded at the man, Frank who pulled out a picture, of my granny, my eyes widened.

"How... How..."

"How did I get a picture of your granny standing in front of your cottage?" he asked with a smirk and buttoned his suit. "Simple. I had men visit your home and make sure everything was alright."

I blinked. I did not even know if to feel relief or fear that the man knew where I lived. What the fuck could I say that would get me out of there?! The man had a gun and he knew where I was living, there was no escaping from that.

"I know you are terrified, scared because you do not know me. Rest assured, you will very soon. I have not bought you from Momo out of the abundance of my heart Rosalia, I have bought you for a sole purpose. To be Rosalia Daffodil, the long lost daughter of Donald Gonzales, the head of the Mexican cartel in the United States."

My eyes widened, I knew what the cartel meant. It gave me a little more insight into who the fuck these men were or perhaps how dangerous they were. It was no surprise that Frank, the younger man standing next to the older man had a gun.

"There is no reason to fear, it is quite simple actually. I know you want to go home and see your granny, I can make that happen if you kill someone."'

My jaw fell to the floor, this man must think that I am some assassin! What the fuck does he mean to kill someone? Someone get me a gun so I can shoot myself!

"What?"

"The reason you are taking on this identity is because I want someone dead, and only you can do it for me."

I blinked, and pinched myself trying to wake myself up from the dream that this fucking bullshit was! What the fell was going on?! Take on a fake identity?! Kill someone?! Take on the identity of the lost daughter of the Mexican Cartel and kill I'm done?!

What else could I do? I swallowed and closed my eyes taking in as much air as I could, trying to keep calm. My heart was racing and I felt my palms become sweaty and clammy.

"What exactly do you want from me?" I asked again, this time more politely. I did not want to but what choice did I have?

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