Bro has nine lives π. I honestly didn't think it would take this long for them to finally meet. How do you suppose it'll go?
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
Her eyes are downcast and her hair has fallen over her face, creating a curtain so that I can't see the look in her eyes. But judging by the way she's gripping the book in her hands, I'd say she's upset. From the moment I saw her through the window, my brain was fried. I haven't been able to think straight and maybe that is the reason I asked her that question. It probably reminded her how she ended up here. Was Uncle Fan good to her? What about her family? Most girls here are either orphans or were sold because their families were in need of money or in debt. What is Catalina's story? A part of me wants to know so I can understand her better but the other half hopes I never find out. Because if I find out someone hurt her and they're still breathing, I might fuck them up. Catalina doesn't belong here. This world is too dark for someone so innocent. Why the fuck hasn't Salazar sent her away? When I decided to come back, I told myself I wouldn't get involved with the business again. U
His eyes flick down to my lips, his gaze lingering before going back to my eyes. He wants to kiss me. Scratch that. He wants more than just a kiss. I like the way his eyes fight to stay on my eyes before losing the battle and dropping back to my lips. Why is he struggling so much? I've been nothing but a good girl. Since he arrived I haven't beaten or killed anyone. I didn't even call Lola today to see how she's holding up and I most definitely did not pretend I care about how my mother feels after losing her husband. This is as good as I can be. Why is Kahlo not rewarding me? I'd like to know how he kisses. He's tall and for someone who spent years in a coma, his body is in good shape. The five o'clock shadow he's sporting gives him a rugged look but he has a pretty face. The type that could easily look good whether it's attached to a male or female. Since he's taking too long to decide, I give him a push by licking my lips. He watches the movement with rapt attention and I get the
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
I love the way he looks at me as if I'm an innocent little thing he wants to save. Even after telling him I killed my husband and father, he doesn't believe it because in his eyes I can't do wrong. It makes me wonder if he's that blinded by his desire for me or if he's delusional. His uncle forcefully married me shortly after he left. It's been seven years since then. How does he think I survived for so long? Anyone sane wouldn't last in this world for more than a year. The fact that Kahlo is buying this innocent act I'm putting on only goes to show that he's either stupid and doesn't deserve to be the boss or he's choosing to ignore the truth. Or maybe I'm just a good actress. He wouldn't be the first man to think he could save me. I especially like when the truth finally dawns on them and they realize that I don't need saving. That I'm past salvation. How much longer do I have? Sighing, I look ahead. Noticing we've stopped. "Don't make a big deal about this. Like I said, I wasn't
Catalina has been avoiding me. She didn't come down for dinner yesterday, claiming she had a headache. Then during breakfast today, she mumbled a good morning, took a piece of toast, and was out the door before I could reply. I'm guessing her behavior has something to do with what happened with that woman. I'll reserve my judgement until I find out the truth but what I won't do is let her put a distance between us. I liked spending the afternoon with her even though she'd been asleep most of the time. I knew I was fucked when I started entertaining thoughts of taking over the Cartel so she'd be free but spending hours watching her sleep only goes to show how much shit I'm in. Since when do I spend so much time with a woman I only want to fuck? The last time I watched a movie was in high school and the girl who'd come to my place was naked before the introduction ended. But yesterday I was content to sit there with Catalina beside me. It didn't matter that she didn't talk. After I not
Flashback It's been two months since El Rey caught me and dragged me back here. Two months since Olga died in front of me. Two months since I stopped feeling. The wedding was held the day after I tried to escape. It turns out the man with the magnifying glass was a jewelry appraiser and he had helped El Rey pick out that ring. He thought I had stolen it and told the store owner to keep me there until El Rey's men arrived. They knocked me out with drugs before handing me over to his boss. It turns out no one leaves the country illegally without my husband's permission. He has a hand in every dirty business and deals. Nothing gets past him. If I'd known how powerful the Cartel was, I wouldn't have wasted my time trying to run away. Since that day, I haven't felt normal. It's as if part of me died along with Olga. During the day, her screams are all I hear and at night it's her pleas. Begging to help her. Asking them to stop but they don't. No one ever listens to h