Luna's POV
"Come on now, eat your food," Joel said for the hundredth time.
"I'm not hungry, okay? Just leave me alone."
Joel was one of Marcelo's men, assigned to watch me at all times.
"Where's your boss? Bring him here. I want to talk to him, please." I begged him.
"Why? You want to fuck him?" He smirked, placing his legs on the table in front of him.
I felt my stomach churn with disgust. "What do you take me for? I'm tired of staying here. You guys have realized I'm not Sol. What do you need me for?"
"Hey, I'm not Don Marcelo, so I don't know, okay?" he shrugged, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket.
I sighed, glancing at the food tray on the bed. The food didn't look bad, but I just felt like starving today. I wasn't in the mood for anything. I just wanted to see Dominick.
"You really should eat," Joel said, lighting his cigarette. "Marcelo won't be happy if you make yourself sick."
