Bunny Girl's Deadly Voyage

Within a few minutes though, Luna deleted the post.

Only I knew that, in my past life, Luna never actually hooked up with a real mafia Don. She got involved with drug dealers posing as mafia.

She was forced to entertain their entire crew for their amusement. Sure, she got some nice things out of it, but her body could not handle it. She ended up contracting an incurable case of syphilis.

That was when she set her sights on my stupid, greedy sister Drew. My parents and Drew were so blinded by money that they believed her lies without question.

At the dock, Luna was already waiting for us. Her gaze landed on me, and her brow furrowed instantly.

"What the hell happened to you? You look like death."

She whipped around and slapped Mom across the face.

"You idiot! If you piss off the clients, we're all screwed! Figure it out now, or you're paying for the damages!"

Mom clutched her cheek and immediately started bowing and scraping.

"We have medicine! We have medicine! We'll give it to her right away. She'll be fine in no time! I promise we won't cause you any trouble!"

Hearing their groveling assurances, Luna reluctantly waved us through and allowed us to board the cruise ship.

The interior of the ship was absolutely opulent, like a floating palace on the sea.

Mom and Dad were practically dancing with joy. They were one step closer to their dream of wealth and luxury.

Mom turned and glanced at me as she said with a sharp voice, "Tina, once your sister marries into a rich family, all of this will be ours!”

"You won't need to go to school anymore. You can just stay home and be your sister's maid. Take good care of her."

"Okay." I nodded obediently, playing along.

As we talked, Luna started selecting the first batch of bunny girls for tonight. She glanced at the fading red hives still covering my skin and looked away in disgust.

She pointed at Drew and a few other girls. "You girls, come with me."

Before leaving, Drew turned back and shot me a smug look. "Be a good little sister and wait for the good news."

My chest tightened. Poor Drew had no idea what she was walking into.

Only the three of us were left in the cabin. Mom and Dad wandered around, completely dazzled by the luxury of it all.

I took the opportunity to slip the sedative I had hidden in my underwear into the cigar tobacco.

Then I feigned surprise. "These cigars look expensive!"

Dad's eyes lit up as he lowered his voice excitedly. "My God, these are GRC cigars. One of these costs 136 thousand dollars!"

"Mom, Dad, we have such a rare opportunity here. Why not try one and see what it tastes like?"

I knew that these two chain smokers would never pass up a chance like this. Sure enough, they each grabbed a cigar without hesitation and enjoyed every puff.

Within minutes, they were unconscious on the couch. I quickly took the chance to leave.

The hallway was lined with thick carpet that muffled most sounds.

As I passed a tightly shut door, I heard Drew's screams and a man's vulgar obscenities from inside.

"Let me go!

"Please! No more! Please!"

Her desperate cries mixed with pleas for mercy sounded utterly hopeless.

"Luna, help me!"

Several loud slaps rang out, followed by Drew's agonized screams.

"Shut up! Stop acting so high and mighty!" Luna's threatening voice came through the door.

"You better satisfy the client, or you'll regret it!"

The room fell silent except for Drew's muffled sobs. I was afraid of being discovered, so I did not linger. I continued toward the upper levels of the ship.

When we boarded, Luna specifically warned us never to go to the top deck. That meant the real power players were up there.

"Help! Someone help me!"

Just as I was about to reach the top deck, I heard Mom's panicked cries for help from below, along with the twisted laughter of men.

I did not break stride. I walked straight toward the stairs leading to the top deck.

My original plan was to find a safe place to hide and escape once the ship docked, but the moment I stepped onto the top deck, the scene before me made my blood run cold.

A tall man in a white suit stood with his back to me. The gun in his hand was aimed at someone kneeling on the ground, begging for their life.

A soft pop from the silencer. The bullet pierced straight through the man's forehead, and he collapsed silently to the deck.

The man in white spun around to face me. Another bullet grazed my arm, leaving a bloody streak.

I froze in terror, too scared to move.

This was Don Donato DeLuca himself. I was in serious trouble now. At any second now, he would throw me overboard to feed the sharks.

Don DeLuca's gaze locked onto me, ice-cold, as he assessed me. However, his expression then shifted to something akin to disbelief. The gun slipped from his hand and clattered onto the deck.

He strode toward me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, too terrified to move, but all he did was brush my hair aside. The red crescent-shaped birthmark on the back of my neck was exposed.

His lips trembled, and his voice broke.

"My Principessa. Papa has finally found you!"