2. Remembering CJ

TRACE'S POV

June 2021

El Tierra City, Salvacion, Philippines

"What did you do last night, Trace?!" My father, Governor Patricio Salvacion Dimagiba, Sr., angrily asked. 

I faced my father and grinned at his flushed face. He seemed like an overripe tomato in my eyes. He was an entertaining sight. The fuck! Then I cocked my head aside and wondered why it was late for them to hear about the shit I did. It seems like the people of Salvacion were slow to anticipate my scandals. 

Fuck! This is getting boring. I shrugged. Maybe they think I'm getting softer? Kinder? For fucks's sake, that won't happen. I was about to answer him when I was interrupted by the woman who suddenly approached him and held my father's arm. Wow! Fucking sweet! I smirked. The fucking she-devil was still here?! What the hell with this bitch? 

"Patrick, reporters are waiting for you outside." The slut, who was dressed smart-casually, informed my father.

I scoffed and shot the woman with a malicious look. Louisianna was my father's executive assistant, long-term girlfriend, and regular whore. To top it all off, she was the reason why Mama died. The most hateful female creature ever existed in humankind.

My mother, a beautiful Brazilian named Ana Francesca Ferreira, fell in love and wasted her life on my moron father. Not totally wasted, though—she had Paige and me. I miss Mama, and every time I see my father's fucking whore, I remember the day she died. Oh, hell!

"Tell them I will do the interview later," my father responded to Louisianna, which cut into my thoughts about Mama. I know why he's been delaying the interview; he wants to deal with me first. Good!

"Go with your cunt, Papa," I mocked, casting another lewd glance at his woman. "She looked like she wanted you to fuck her again in your capitol," I added, a malicious grin on my face appeared.

I knew Papa couldn't marry Louisianna because Paige, my younger sister, loses her temper whenever our father says he wants to remarry. Another thing was that my father didn't wish to trouble Mama's family. They would not let him remarry, not with anyone in particular.

"Trace! Stop insulting Louisianna!" Papa scolded me. "When are you going to learn how to give respect?"

"Respect? What's that?" I cocked my brow, chuckling.

I waited for him to blow me a punch, but it didn't happen because Louisianna pulled him away.

What a fucking show! She's acting fucking worried now?! A motherly way of stopping a fight between her husband and son. Tangina! If it happened, I would have added that punch to what Papa owed me.

"Enough, Patrick," Louisianna's voice begged. I wanted to laugh at how she looked like she understood her future stepson's bullshits. "Let us leave Trace alone. You need to give some explanation to the reporters later. I've already written some guides for you to pick from and can use to explain what happened back there. People will believe you. We could clean up this mess."

What I heard made my blood bubble up to my head. Yeah, there will be another election next year, and if Papa wins, it will be his final term as governor for the nth time. Dimagiba would not mean 'indestructible' for nothing. He could not be ruined or defeated. He never loses. Another fuckin last term for him! But Louisianna's 'clean up this mess' line annoys me. Bitch! What is she saying? I'll add another scandal for them, as what I did was still not enough. I still have a week here in Salvacion before returning to the island. They should just wait and see… 

Actually, unlike previous scandals, last night's thing was not planned.

The province of Salvacion was made up of eleven municipalities and two cities: one city here on the mainland and an island city called Santa Monica. The province was located in the southern part of Luzon, and my clan dominated the political dynasty of the governor's office. It all started when Grandfather Dominador married Grandmother Victoria, the sole heiress of the wealthy family that owned the whole mainland since the Spanish era in the Philippines, the Salvacions. The mainland and its nearby island were now called the Province of Salvacion, the Dimagibas territory.

My father was the eldest son, and he had been governor back and forth since he took over his father's position. Most of the time, he just switched political positions with his brother, the congressman in the province's second district, Tio Abel.

I was supposed to be the next governor, but I don't want to. I won't enter politics because I don't want to continue my father's political empire. Papa wanted to go to the senate for a long time, but I couldn't help him because I didn't want to be part of his agenda. I don't hate politics; I just hate my father. Everything about him irritates the hell out of me. I loathed him and his mistress.

And back to what happened last night… It started yesterday afternoon. My father held a press conference for the reigning Miss Salvacion for publicity and to attract online votes from netizens as well. While waiting for my father to borrow his car, I noticed Miss Salvacion, a twenty-four-year-old Mass Communication graduate, casting seductive glances at me. She was making love to me without taking my jockeys off.

Damn, skank in heat! I know she was preparing for the national beauty pageant she would eventually join. Frankly, I don't know her, but I happened to meet her because I was in the capitol yesterday. Not too long, we were on top of my father's Land Cruiser. There I gave her a dog-style and fucked her nonstop. Hard and deep. I took the car and was supposed to use it to crash into any establishments I tripped on the day before, but that didn't happen because of the enticing Miss Salvacion.

Because I wasn't done with her yet, I took her to the next town and gave her the most memorable fuck she'll never forget. I thought it was dark, so it was okay. But a police car suddenly caught me screwing Miss Salvacion along the highway. Fucking hell! Live porn for the officers who caught us! That was kind of entertaining and amazing! People were used to seeing me naked because that was not my first sexual scandal. It's okay for me, but for Miss Salvacion, the scandal's impact on her was obviously the bigger problem. Not to mention the fact that the Binibining Pilipinas pageant was only three months away.

We had sex on the highway; she was moaning loudly, and thanks to the devil, I was done when the police officers arrested us. So exciting… And the teenagers who filmed me fucking Miss Salvacion last night should be credited for uploading our sex video. Yes, it was courtesy of those kiddos. And what is funnier is that after they uploaded the video, they reported Miss Salvacion and me to the police. I heard the sex video has received over three million views since it was posted last night. Tangina! It's great that their phone's camera was high-quality because they captured Miss Salvacion's expression as she enjoyed my dick. I grinned. I will definitely find those little punks and give them a gift.

   

"Stop messing around, Trace." My father's voice was low, which caught my attention. A sudden change of mood? Another tactic to make me feel guilty? Hah! As if I gave a fuck!

I smirked. I have no fucking plans to change myself, so why would I promise? As long as my father and Louisianna were together, trouble would always be served for them.

"Just think of your sister," Papa said while shaking his head in disbelief. Tangina! He was making me feel guiltier by using my sister now. "Think of Paige before you do anything stupid to any woman. Mariella had a good reputation, but you ruined it because you couldn't stop your... your nonsense!"

"Hey, wait… Who the hell Mariella is?" I asked curiously. Who the hell was that?

I saw my father's face flush in anger again. "You don't know the name of the woman you had wild sex with last night? On the road, Trace?! On top of my car?!"

"Oh..." I said, snickering. So Mariella was Miss Salvacion’s name. I turned to my father and tapped his shoulders. "She's not tight, don't worry." 

That was it, and I went straight to my room on the second story of our mansion. I realize what I said infuriated my father even more, but the more enraged he became, the happier I was. I sighed, remembering how close we were before.

No, Papa! We will never be the same again. I'm not gonna forgive you alongside your dumbass mistress. And don't worry—I don't need your money. I have my own, and I am even richer than you.

Those were the words swirling in my head as I lay in bed. If only my father knew what I'd been through because of him, he would surely hate himself for what he did to me, Paige, and Mama. He was a failure, a man respected by many but a useless father to his children and a worthless husband to his wife. Tangina! I don't want to think about him anymore.

I was about to fall asleep when I recalled the day I nearly died. That girl and her beautiful eyes were so enigmatic. I don't know, but I have been beginning to think of her these past few days. She constantly flickered in my mind, making me wonder where she was now. I shook my head to remove her from my thoughts. Why would I need to think of her? She was probably living her life to the fullest now.

Her name is CJ, and yeah... thanks to her for saving me that day.

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A/N:

'Tangina' is a curse word usually used by Filipinos to express anger or any other emotion. A common term nowadays and is used to sound punk and cool in the Philippines. It originally meant "a bitch mother" if translated verbally. The male lead of the story here is a mafioso or gangster, so the word suits him as an expression. It is a vulgar cuss word in the Philippines that could be associated with words like fuck, shit, bitch, and other curse words.  

Binibining Pilipinas is a prestigious beauty pageant held in the Philippines every year.

Capitol is the term used for the governor's office in the Philippines.

El Tierra City, Santa Monica City, and Salvacion Province are fictional places I created for my mafia world alone.