Queen of vice old money.., p.20
Queen of Vice (Old Money Empire Book 1),
p.20
The next image was worse.
Eva was still there, but this time, her face was different—flushed and vulnerable, eyes half-closed in what looked like a mix of pleasure and pain. This man—whoever he was—had her pinned on a bed, his hand wrapped tightly around her throat, the other tangled in her hair. But that wasn’t the bad part. I had been in a similar position just hours ago. No—the worst part was the reflection in a glass window that showed men watching.
I kept swiping, unable to stop myself even as the images became more vulgar and more explicit. Each photo painted a clearer picture of the life Eva had been living—one of dangerous liaisons and indulgence in the darkest corners of the city. Some of the men in the photos were faceless, their identities hidden by the angles of the shots or perhaps deliberately cropped out. But there were others—most of them—whose wedding rings gleamed in the low light, a silent testament to their infidelity.
It wasn’t just one man; there were many. Mateo’s father was in several of the images, his hands on Eva, his presence undeniable. But he wasn’t the only one. There were other men, some of them two at once, their bodies intertwining with hers in ways that made my stomach turn. The gold bands on their fingers told me everything I needed to know about how Eva had financed her lifestyle—the expensive clothes, the luxury apartments, the nights spent in the city’s most exclusive spots. She had found her way to thrive in this corrupt city, but at what cost?
I felt a strange mix of emotions—rage, sadness, disgust—but most of all, a deep, aching sorrow. This was the life my sister had chosen, or maybe it was the life she had been forced into. Either way, it had consumed her, swallowed her whole, leaving behind the girl I once knew in its wake.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, the images changed to videos. I hesitated, my finger hovering over the screen. The thumbnail showed Eva, her face partially obscured, her lips slightly parted as she stared into the camera. It was a look I didn’t recognize, a combination of defiance and despair that twisted something deep inside me.
I knew I shouldn’t, that whatever lay on the other side of that play button would only make things worse. But I couldn’t stop myself. I had to see, had to understand what my sister had been through, even if it shattered the last illusions I held about her.
I tapped the screen, and the video began to play. For a moment, the screen was filled with nothing but darkness. Then the scene began to take shape—a dimly lit room, opulent and suffocating in its decadence. My sister, Eva, came into view, dressed in nothing but lingerie that left little to the imagination. She was perched on the edge of a bed, the camera angled in such a way that I could see the mirrored ceiling above her.
The reflection showed more than just her—it captured a man’s silhouette moving towards her, the same man from the previous images, Mateo’s father.
He reached out, his fingers brushing along her bare skin, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. The way he touched her, the way she leaned into him—it was like watching a predator close in on its prey. But the most disturbing part was the look on Eva’s face. It wasn’t fear, nor was it pleasure. It was resignation, a deadened acceptance of whatever was about to happen. As if she knew she was trapped in a life she could never escape, and this was just another moment in her endless cycle.
The video continued, the man’s voice barely audible as he murmured something into her ear. Eva nodded, her expression changing to one of forced delight. My hands shook as I watched, and I had to fight the urge to throw the tablet across the room.
How could she have ended up like this? What had driven her to this point? Anger surged through me, mingling with a deep, crushing guilt. I should have been there for her. I should have done something, anything, to stop this. Her moans poured from the tablet as she submitted to his every desire, riding him slowly. As the video progressed, it was evident that the man was growing increasingly rougher, his voice louder. Eva's cries grew less and less like pleasure and more like pain. The video ended abruptly. The screen went black, leaving me staring at my own reflection in the glass, pale and horrified with tears streaming down my face.
I didn’t want to see it anymore.
My hands were trembling as I tried to exit the gallery, desperate to escape the horrors flashing on the screen. But in my clumsiness, I swiped to the next video, and it began to play automatically. I froze, a chill sweeping over me when I recognized the voice.
“No,” I whispered, the word barely escaping my lips as dread clawed at my chest. “No, no, no…”
I didn’t want to look, didn’t want to see what was coming next. But I couldn’t stop myself. My gaze was drawn to the screen as if it had a will of its own. And then I saw her—Eva’s face turned towards the camera, her eyes wide with fear and pain. For the first time, she met my gaze through the lens, and the sheer desperation in her expression broke something inside me.
The man behind her—thrusting like an animal—our Uncle Luis.
Eva’s cries grew louder, and I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. I could hardly breathe, the air felt thick in my lungs.
How could he?
My world tilted. A wave of nausea crashed over me, so intense I thought I might actually throw up. My stomach churned violently, and the bile that had been rising in my throat now threatened to spill over.
My entire body felt cold, my hands clammy as they gripped the tablet. I fumbled with the controls, struggling to find the right button to end this horror. Finally, I managed to pause the video, but it was too late. The damage was done. I sank into Mateo’s office chair, the plush leather offering no comfort as I tried to steady myself. My mind raced, trying to make sense of the images I had just seen, of the horror that had unfolded before my eyes.
There was one man who controlled the sex trade in Vice City. The same man who had seen all of this and said nothing. One man who knew exactly where my sister was right now. The man who held all the power and had all the answers.
Mateo Escuro—my future husband.
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Please note-This story takes a darker turn-
Mateo is a true villain. He does not have a redeemable bone in his body.
Proceed with caution and be sure to check the CWs if need be.
CONTENT WARNING
This content/trigger warning covers both books in the duet and includes the warning for book 2 for those who wish to continue.
Explicit violence
Scenes of torture (graphic)
Sexual assault
Non-consensual acts
Physical and emotional abuse
Manipulation and coercion
Substance abuse
Dark themes and psychological trauma
Strong language
Dubious consent
Toxic relationships
Death and grief
Organized crime
KING OF VICE-CONTENT WARNING
-everything from Queen of Vice
Torture-sodomy, necrophilia, extreme gore
Forced Pregnancy
Isolation
Mental health representation (Elena's mental health)
Drugging
Somnophilia
CNC/DNC
Other women issues
Complete power control
Marital violence
Blood Play/Gun Play
Branding
Incest
Non-traditional HEA
Trauma Bond
Trafficking
QUEEN OF VICE PLAYLIST
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Outkast--Ms. Jackson
Lord Huron/Phoebe--The Night We Met
Mazzy Star--Fade Into You
D4vd--My House Is Not A Home
SaiNt JHN--TRAP
Bone-Thugs--Tha Crossroads
Lana Del Rey--Brooklyn Baby
Frank Ocean--White Ferrari
Sasha Sloan--Dancing with Your Ghost
Beach Weather--Sex, Drugs, Etc.
Ethel Cain--Hard Times
Imagine Dragons--Wrecked
Lana Del Rey--Million Dollar Man
Bone-Thugs--Days of Our Livez
Gracie Abrams,--Will You Cry?
The Neighborhood--Daddy Issues
Jessie Murph--Where Do You Go?
Mary J Blige/U2--One
Bone-Thugs--Foe Tha Love of $
Victor Ray--Hollow
Lana Del Rey--West Coast
Micheal Kiwanuku--Cold Little Heart
Eminem—Tobey
Jessie Murph—It Ain’t Right
YAS--Empty Crown
OLD MONEY EMPIRE
OLD MONEY EMPIRE
Mateo & Elena Duet
Queen of Vice
King of Vice
BLOOD MONEY EMPIRE-2025
Trilogy of connected standalones
All That Glitters-Angel
House of Sin-Elias
Ash to Dust-TBA
MORE CRIME LORDS
Maelstrom Duet
Has romantasy elements
SikObsessions-Trilogy
New Adult/Dark Academia (uni)
Reign & Ruin-Completed Trilogy
HS to Adults
Until we Bleed-Standalone
Books from Natalie Bennett
Badlands
Reign & Ruin Trilogy
Coveting Delirium
Dahlia Saga
Badlands Next Generation
A Game of Villains
Devil’s Playground
Stygian Isles
Maelstrom
STANDALONES
Until We Bleed
Comforts of Chaos
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