So I wanted to portray Catalina's naivety before moving forward. Next chapter we'll be doing a time jump. Whatever you're thinking, it's going to be much worse π
Seven years later My fingers ghost over the tubes and I settle on the darkest one. Picking it up, I swipe it over my lips then smack them together to spread the color evenly. Whoever invented red lipstick deserves all the money in this world. It's my favorite. Always has been but when someone said it made me look like my lips were stained with blood, I loved it even more. Throwing it back on the counter of the vanity table, I run my hands over my body. The black figure-hugging dress I'm wearing highlights my curves. It ends right under my ass and paired with the red stilettos makes my legs look longer. "What do you think?" I ask the man standing behind me. "It suits you" "We need to improve your vocabulary, Salazar. Beautiful, pretty, sexy, hot, devilish. Feel free to use any of those words" "We should leave" "Why? It's not like they can start without me" "If we don't leave early, you'll have to wait until next year to kill Ramon" Well, that is one way
"It's just procedure ma'am. After they leave, you won't hear anything about it again" "I don't pay you just so I could go through procedures" I slam the phone down, my blood boiling "He's not getting paid this month" "Calm down..." "Why should I when the fucking police are in my house? Did you find the person who posted that photo? I will carve out their intestines and feed them to Bruno" "They're not leaving until they speak to you" "Go and scare them away or threaten them. I don't care. Just make them leave" "Ma'am!' "WHAT?" "They won't arrest you. They're only here to talk. Answer a few of their questions then I'll make them leave" "I'm not... I'm not scared" "Let's go" Salazar walks out, forcing me to follow him. I hate how indifferent he is. As if nothing scares him. Not that I'm afraid of the police. Seeing them just pisses me off. But I guess it's better they're here instead of asking me to go to the station. Two men are sitting in the living room, each with a cup of c
Being here feels unreal. Nothing has changed but at the same time, everything looks different. To me, it's only been a few months since I left but to the world, it's been seven years. The house looks the same. The furniture, decor, the men outside, it's all just as I left it. Except the owner has changed. The news of Uncle Fan's passing wasn't as shocking as finding out who had taken over from him. I'm curious as to how things turned out this way. The investigator I sent couldn't find out much. According to him, no one dares to speak about La Diabla without her permission. She has everyone on a tight leash which is impressive and concerning at the same time. After all, she is a woman. The fact that she got to where she is now means I shouldn't underestimate her but I'm curious as to how she accomplished all this. I also want to know how Uncle Fan died. Was he sick? According to Nina, he only visited once and never came back. She said he was trying to have a baby with his wife but I c
The look on his face is priceless. I wish I could capture it on my phone and look at it whenever I'm down. I'd pay to know what he's thinking. Did he expect me to be some old ugly bitch or what? Leaning closer, I take a peek at his phone screen to see what he's staring at. It's the photo of me covered in blood. I'm still pissed that Salazar hasn't found the person who took it. But on the bright side, I'm trending again. My social media accounts have more followers which means there are more men falling at my feet. What else could I ask for? Folding my hands in front of me, I look at him shyly. A skill I have perfected and used many times to get what I want "It's edited" When he looks up confused, I add "The photo. It's edited. Salazar told me about AI and how it can generate photos that look real but of course, no one believes it because they all think I'm the devil" "Is that so?" "Yes" I sigh and then plaster a look of resignation on my face "You don't believe me either... It's fin
"Do you like the food? If not I can ask them to make something else" "The food is fine. Thank you" "I'm glad you like it," I say giving him a small smile. I'd pay millions to get inside his head and know what he's thinking. After witnessing our little act upstairs, he went to his room and only came down a few minutes ago. His hair is still wet and he changed into a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. He looks edible. I can't deny that he's handsome and if his last name wasn't Ferrero, he'd be in my bed tonight. But he's El Rey's niece and no matter how attractive he is, I'd never touch him with a ten-foot pole. We eat in silence. Well, he eats while I move the salad around my plate. For some reason, I'm holding my breath waiting for... I don't know what I'm waiting for until he snaps. It dawns on me that I could feel his annoyance across the table and was waiting for him to lose it. Why or how that happened is beyond me and something I don't want to look into right now. "Ask for s
The house is quiet when I leave. Catalina and Salazar are nowhere to be seen. Judging from what I heard and saw, my Uncle Fan's right hand might be the real boss. Which would explain the reason he pretended to accept Catalina as his boss. Now I don't mind him taking over the business. He's been working for my uncle for a while and knows what to do. He can also handle our partners just fine. If there's anyone who can keep this business running without a hitch, it's him. I wouldn't mind him handling everything while I go back to my life abroad. What I don't like is the way he seems to be treating Catalina. She looks young and naive and so innocent. I wonder how she ended up marrying Uncle Fan. Was it consensual? I'm no stranger to the way he worked so I wouldn't be surprised if he kidnapped her and forced her to marry him. I can't imagine how her life was but now that she's a widow, shouldn't she be free to do whatever she wants? She's young and beautiful. What if she wants to study
I might be on my knees but I have this man right where I want him. Whoever called this a man's world was probably fucking high because the way I see it, women rule the world. With a snap of our fingers, we can have any man ready to bark like a dog. Exhibit A, Kahlo Ferrero. I'd bet all my fortune that he's losing his mind over my outfit. As he should since I wore this for him. There's something about the color white that makes men forget to use their brains. And I'm talking from experience. While I abhor the color, I can't deny it comes in handy sometimes. Now if anyone asks me why I'm doing this, I'd say it was all for fun. I like knowing I have the power to do whatever the fuck I want. The power to have any man I want doing my bidding. For the first part of my life, I let men control me. My fucking dead husband controlled every aspect of my life. From what I ate to when I slept and what I wore. It was only after I took control of my life that I realized how fickle the male gender i
Seven years ago I managed to slip out thanks to Olga. With my head down, I follow the directions she gave me, thinking that when I make it I'll get her, Ines, and Alma out. The only reason they're stuck there is because they have no money to cross to the other side. I will work hard, become rich, and help them leave the Cartel. Maybe I can get Andres out too. He'll love America. There are a few people on the road which works for me but I can't help noticing the cars speeding by. They're all shiny and expensive. As far as I know, the only place they could be going to is El Rey's house to attend the wedding I just ran away from. What will they say when they realize the bride is missing? What will he say?That thought has me walking faster. I can't let El Rey catch me. The directions Olga gave me sounded easy but now I'm not so sure. How much further is that man's shop? She said it was an electronic shop painted black and yellow and that I'd know it when I saw it. Is
I'm sitting between Kahlo's legs with my back to his front as I read the book he bought me. It's a cute small-town romance with vanilla sex scenes. Something I would have enjoyed when I started I started reading but now it's boring. Bland. Where is the bully that makes the female lead's life a living hell but she still ends up with him? Where is the stalker or psychopath who doesn't know the meaning of privacy and personal space? Give me unhinged. Even better if it's the female because I can relate with them. But since Kahlo bought this book for me, I don't mind reading it. Although, it would be a little better if she at least got together with both guys. We all need some toxicity in our lives once in a while. "Why the sigh?" Kahlo asks, his hand rubbing circles on my stomach. He's not what I expected. For a brief moment, I'd hoped he would save me and when he didn't, a part of me had hated him. Sometimes I blamed him for leaving so soon. But over the years, Fanuco rarely mentioned h
"What did you tell her?" "That you have a small dick and are not worth the trouble," she says biting her lip. I narrow my eyes at her. "You're begging for a spanking. Aren't you?" Catalina glances over her shoulder saying "Nothing much. Just that it's not nice to seduce someone else's man" "Really now? And whose man was being seduced?" "Don't be cheeky. If the situation was reversed, what would you do? I doubt you'd be as civilized as I was" For starters, there would be no talking. If someone blatantly hit on her despite knowing she's with me? I'd put a bullet between their eyes. We need more time to figure out how far this thing between us can go but that doesn't mean I will allow her to be with another man. While she's in my bed, she belongs to me. I've only ever been in one relationship and it was complicated. But the difference is I wasn't possessive of her the way I am of Catalina. The thought of another man touching her makes my vision go hazy with jealousy. I would s
I roll over, stretching like a cat. Unfurling my body and releasing cramped muscles while sighing blissfully. For the first time in a while, I slept like a baby. There were no nightmares or memories that always leave me feeling hollow inside. The clock on the bedside table indicates it's 9:30 AM and I know the space beside me is empty without looking. He's an early riser. It's a bright day, a radiant sun spilling its warm light through the curtains and into the room. Outside, the sky is an endless expanse of brilliant blue, unmarred by even a wisp of cloud. I must be crazy because the weather has the side of my mouth lifting in a smile. Who wakes up feeling happy? I'm a grouch in the morning regardless of the day or weather but not today. And my euphoric mood has everything to do with the man I've been sleeping with. Yesterday was a delight. The owner of the cultural center promised to send us the mugs we made after they were done. Then we went to El ZΓ³calo. A bustling central plaza
She's a drug that I'm slowly getting addicted to and it's hard to believe we've only been here for one night. Every time I'm near her, I want to be inside her. I want to touch her, kiss her, and hold her. In the few hours since we arrived, I've memorized all the sounds she makes when she's happy, sad, aroused, coming and the way her face changes whenever she's excited. Or scared like earlier when she asked if we were going to ride horses. Something happened to her and I hope one day she'll be comfortable enough to tell me what it was. I want to know all her fears so I can protect her from them. I shower and dress in the guest room before going down to get breakfast ready. Last night I decided to show her around town. The tour wasn't in my plans but if we stay inside, I can't help wanting to slide inside her and God knows I've done that more times than she can handle. But that wasn't the only reason. Back at the house, it looked like she didn't have the freedom to do whatever she want
FLASHBACK/DREAM Long fingernails painted red run over his crotch, teasing him. Making him jerk and hiss. He's leaning back on the chair with his legs wide open and a woman kneeling between them. She squeezes his bulge pulling another groan from his lips. I want to look away. This is not the boy I knew. He told me he'd never been with another woman but this doesn't look like his first time. The way his eyes glare at her, indicating she should hurry up makes it clear that he's done this before. Which means everything he told me was a lie. I don't want to watch but Julio is holding my head in place. Forcing me to look. "Will your girlfriend be okay with this?" "Who, Jennifer? We're not exclusive" Jennifer? Who is she? The woman stops, her brows furrowing, looking as confused as I do. "I thought your girlfriend's name was Catalina" Santiago chuckles "Now that's a pussy I would have liked to fuck. She's a virgin and I was close to convincing her but..
Holy fuck. One more? Is this man trying to kill me? My limbs feel like jelly. I'm sweaty, spent, wrecked in the best possible way and it feels like he's gotten everything he can out of me. Every orgasm is better than the last one. Never have I met a man with such a voracious appetite. He's been pounding into me relentlessly for the past hour or maybe two because at some point I lost track of time but it doesn't look like he's tired. His stamina is otherworldly. When he flips me to my back again, I don't bother resisting. There's no energy left in me to do anything but lie here and let him use me. I tense, feeling the pull again. It's impossible for me to come again but as Kahlo drives into me viciously, my body proves otherwise. "Your sweet cunt is milking me. Are you close?" He asks hooking his hands beneath my knees and bending them toward my chest. Bringing his face closer to mine. I notice the sheen of sweat dotting his forehead. Proof that he's been working hard to please me
My hands slide down her wet body, shaping the lines and dips of her hourglass figure. Kneading her round ass before slinking back up her thighs and stomach to cup her breasts. Massaging the soft mounds. I watch the droplets of water bounce off her nipples, wanting to lick them but too fascinated to move. Because a small part of me is obsessed with breasts, I know this set is real and not fake. I'm spellbound by the way they sit on her chest, the mattering of freckles on her cleavage that is only visible when one is close enough, and the perfect shape of her nipples. Just the right size for my fingers and mouth.k I fucked her in the kitchen. It was fast and we both came but it was nowhere near satisfactory. The hunger is still there. This, whatever it is she awakened in me is insatiable, and deep down I know it'll never be enough. No matter how many times I have her, I'll never tire of her. She's got a hold of me like no other woman ever has but instead of panicking, I welcome it. Embr
She looks shocked just as I knew she would be. Hearing what Fan did to her wasn't easy. Not because I didn't know he was capable of it but because he'd done it to Catalina. They got married shortly after I left. The PI I'd hired indicated she was twenty-five which means back then she was only eighteen. Fresh out of high school. Young, innocent, prime for picking but not old enough to know how to resist them. There was nothing an eighteen-year-old could have to save herself. She probably tried to escape. They all do and they all fail. Because in this country, money rules. Those who don't take the money know it's better for them to stay away from the Cartel or their loved ones would be butchered until no one was left. It's the reason many girls have ended up in human trafficking and prostitution. No one cares. I can imagine the helplessness she felt all these years and even now as Salazar still forces her. Did anyone ask for her permission? Did they bother askin
The house is bigger than I imagined. The entry gate leads to a paved driveway that branches into a path that guides you to the front door. The landscaping is well-maintained, with neatly trimmed grass, small trees, and plant beds that create a clean and orderly look. The two-storey house has a white exterior and contrasting dark, metal roofing. A large black-framed double door with windows on either side opens and an older couple walks out. They must be the caretakers Kahlo mentioned earlier. Smiling, he turns the engine off and opens his door. I'm wondering if I should wait for him to open mine when suddenly, a younger woman emerges from behind the couple. She's blonde, wearing cowboy boots with a red long-sleeve off-shoulder dress that clings to her body. My guess is she's the couple's daughter because employees don't walk around freely and there's no way in hell they'd dress like that to shove horse shit or do dishes. Which means, she did it to impress Kahlo. Immediately, I decide