Ivy's Rebellion

by Pixie Chica

  Ivy’s Rebellion

  The Valladares Family Saga, Book 3

  Pixie Chica

  Ivy’s Rebellion

  Valladares Family Saga

  © Pixie Chica 2019

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  ASIN: B07XWN6WGR

  ISBN: 9781693055539

  Editor: Elizabeth E. Neal

  Cover: KL Fast

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  Contents

  Author Note & Translations

  Blurb

  1. Sergio

  2. Ivy

  3. Sergio

  4. Ivy

  5. Sergio

  6. Ivy

  7. Sergio

  8. Ivy

  9. Ivy

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other Books by Author

  To Diana, Sergio’s done waiting…

  Author Note & Translations

  Author Note:

  I hope everyone who reads this enjoys a little slice of my culture. When I was first asked about this project, I was ecstatic because it would be my chance to represent a side of me that often doesn't get recognition. That being said, I have included a list of translations as there is quite a bit of Spanish in this story. These may not be word for word, but more the way they are intended to be perceived. The translations are in the order they appear.

  Translations:

  Quinceaṅera – 15th birthday party. Big celebration and coming of age for Spanish girls.

  Tía – Aunt

  Azabache – Popular stone for Cubans, black in color.

  No seas majadera! – Don’t be a brat.

  Ay mi niña – Oh my girl (little).

  Te amo, mi corazón – I love you, my heart.

  La luz de sus ojos – The light of his eyes.

  Mija – Abbreviation of my daughter, but not only used to address a daughter, can be used to address young girl. (male version is Mijo)

  Ma, voy a estar bien – Mom I’ll be fine.

  Mi reina – My Queen

  Si, Esteban, dile que hoy voy para halla. Y no trates de comerte todo, que hace tiempo que no como en casa.” – Yes, Esteban, tell him I’ll come over today. And don’t eat everything, it’s been a while since I’ve eaten at home.

  ¿Quién era? ¿Tu familia? – Who was it? Your family?

  Hazme tuya. – Make me yours.

  Pa’, dime. – What’s up dad. (Not literal translation but perceived translation.)

  Donde estas? Tu hermano me dijo que pasarías por aquí anoche y después nada. – Where are you? Your brother said you would come by last night and you never did.

  Hijo – Son

  Ropa vieja – Cuban Shredded beef plate.

  Chancletazo – Get a sandal whopping.

  Tu padre está en su oficina. – Your dad is in his office.

  Tu madre por fin tendrá esos nietos, que tanto quiere. – Your mom will finally have those grand kids she’s always wanted.

  ¡No naci ayer! – I wasn’t born yesterday.

  Ivisita, entra y sientate. – (Like little Ivy) come and sit down.

  Con su permiso, Sra. Valladares, pero, Ivy es mi esposa. – With all due respect, Mrs. Valladares, Ivy is my wife. (not direct translation but perceived translation.)

  Deja que llame a tu mamá. – Wait until I call your mother.

  Moya kukla (Not Spanish, but Russian) My doll.

  Sale de aquí singao, antes que te coja – Get out of here asshole, before I catch you (and beat you -Perceived Translation).

  Es igualita a ti. – She’s exactly like you.

  Mi amor, tu sabes que eres todo para mí. – My love you know you’re everything to me.

  Blurb

  Ivy

  One night for myself, is that too much to ask? My act of rebellion was to be my escape of what’s expected of me, a memory to hold me over as I did my duty. Instead, I met a man I was ready to give up everything for, only to learn it might’ve all been a lie.

  Will he be my salvation or my ruin?

  Sergio

  Our families are sworn enemies, but her fiery soul belongs to me, has for years. I’m ready to collect now, and I dare anyone to try and stop me. However, history has proven things don’t always go according to plan.

  Will she realize my love can set her free?

  This is book three of the Valladares Family Saga where they and the Suarez will merge in ways previously unheard of.

  Caution: Inside you’ll find scenes hot enough to fry your e-reader (including one of voyeurism), as well as others that may contain situations of violence. You’ve been warned.

  1

  Sergio

  “Sir, everything is set up for next week. Also, there’s a party tonight, an early celebration for her birthday, where they’ll announce her new role in their charity.” I nod at Mario’s news, already knowing the plan like the back of my hand. Not much longer, I think to myself until he drops a bomb on me. “There’s a problem though,” I immediately look up, the files I’m reviewing on the scumbags that owe us money forgotten, “it seems her tracker has been deactivated.”

  Mi reina isn’t supposed to go anywhere without me knowing, especially when I’m this close to getting what I’ve been waiting so long for. Whoever lost her is about to get a bullet through the head. Mario is so pale as he tells me this he could pass for a ghost, and I have the feeling he drew the short straw to report this information to me, the others wanting nothing to do with it. However, cowards don’t have a place with the Suarez family, meaning next time I see the others, it’ll be their last. Mario, who has been loyal to a fault, will be spared.

  “If I were you, I'd choose your next words carefully and make sure I understand how this was allowed to happen,” I warn.

  “Well, sir, it seems her old vehicle disappeared, and she’s had her phone off all day. I haven’t been able to gather much info as we’ve been preparing for the sit down the heads of the four families are attending, but a couple of her brothers took her car shopping, and while it looks innocent, there’s more to the story. I received intel there’s been talk about the Russians. The whole family is on high alert. I’m working on getting more and I’ve got the Valladares’ property surrounded,” he tells me, unable to mask the disgust at just saying their name.

  I have no choice but to deal with this myself, meaning talking with my father. When he said we were all meeting to discuss a complication, I was leery, unable to understand how it involved Ivy. Two options cross my mind – someone could be after her for personal or professional gain. She’s the kind of woman that brings empires down, and I will not allow anyone to even try to take her from
me. Anger coursing through me, I slam my hand on the desk, making Mario flinch. Jaw clenched, I ask, “Who’s been in charge of watching Ivy the last few weeks?”

  “Yuniel and Ramon.”

  “Have them meet me at the warehouse, then send Esteban afterward.”

  “Sir, with all due respect, the moment she realizes who you are, she’ll fight. It isn’t safe to keep contemplating a relationship with her. You’re the next in line, and with each passing day, you’re putting the whole empire at risk. If they see you on their side of town, heads will roll. There are plenty of other women, ones more suited for this life. We both know your father won’t approve, and to eliminate two of your men for a piece of...”

  “You sure you want to finish that? I know he’s valued you for years, which is why I trust you, but just know, tread very carefully right now, or your life will be forfeit,” I inform him, my hand on my gun, ready to draw if he fails this test.

  He follows my movement, swallowing before staring at his feet. “No, sir, I... I’m sorry.”

  “Good, now leave,” I dismiss him. Mario turns to leave, appearing relieved he survived, but it’s short lived as I shoot him in the head. I can’t have someone who doesn’t respect the future Mrs. Suarez under my command. Texting my brother, Esteban, I update him and request a clean-up. He confirms he’s on his way and we solidify our plans for the other two.

  With that set in motion, something I intend to handle, I try to focus on the work I need to get done. When I get my hands on her, no one will see us for a few weeks. I already know I’ll never want to leave her sweet pussy once I’m inside it. Not knowing where she is throws a wrench in my mission, but nothing will stop what I’ve been fantasizing about for far longer than I should have. Finally, the waiting is over.

  By this time, I usually have a full report of where she is and her plans. I’ve been watching her for almost three years, so there’s not much I don’t know about her. From the way she always looks put together to her addiction for goodies from the local bakery, but most of all, I know what she needs. When she finds a way to escape, she heads to the lake and sits there for hours, just staring at the water. My girl feels trapped, and I intend to be the one to free her.

  The fire that burns inside her is what attracted me to her the moment I saw her. I usually adhere to the boundaries, but that night I’d wandered outside them, figuring it wouldn’t hurt as I was simply eating dinner. Unfortunately, the normally serene locale was bursting with noise, ruining my meal, the ruckus from the boutique next door distracting. After a particularly stressful day, I was ready to kill the next person to piss me off.

  Marching to the shop, I was informed by management there was a dress fitting in progress. The owner was fully aware of who I am as the Suarezes are both feared and respected, so when I made my way into the fitting area, she didn’t say a word. Asshole mode in full effect, I was ready to give someone a piece of my mind, I opened my mouth, but the words never left my lips. A round of applause stopped me and my eyes turned to see what overly ecstatic bride interrupted my dinner.

  As my eyes landed on the woman, I knew my fate was sealed. I was prepared to kidnap her to stop her upcoming nuptials, knowing there was no way she’d belong to anyone but me. Taking a step forward, I heard the words that would haunt me for years.

  “I don’t want a quinceaṅera party, and I sure as hell don’t want to be paraded around as the Valladares princess. And I know my mom is conveniently running late. She thinks you’ll convince me to change my mind, but you won’t, tía Rosa. Neither will my pesky cousins.”

  What were the fucking odds? I didn’t give a shit about her last name, I planned on remedying that as soon as she was old enough and I’d kill her whole crime family if they dared to stop me. Her age, however, was a different story. Her curves were that of a woman’s, not a girl turning fifteen, and my dick had immediately reacted to the sight of her. I knew it was wrong even though it felt so right, and it had nothing to do with the fact that I hadn’t been with anyone in too many years to count. I’d refused to complicate my life with a woman I wouldn’t marry, always so sure I’d never take a wife. Well, that was then and I was staring at the reason why. I hadn’t met my destiny yet. Hair the color of a good Havana Club Rum was neatly arranged for the occasion and I visualized sinking my hands into those perfect curls while I pushed inside her.

  Nothing captivated me more than her eyes though. The color of azabache, they drew me in like a siren. A fire was hidden within their depths. On the outside, she played the part expected of her, but those orbs told a different story. I wanted to see how hot those flames burned, already knowing the passion between us would be incendiary.

  Our gazes crossed for a fleeting moment, and I knew then that I had to leave. I didn’t want anyone to recognize me nor ruin the mission I’d set for myself – trying to stay sane while waiting for her. I doubted my ability to do so, I was obsessed after mere minutes in her presence.

  Whenever I think back on that memory, I instantly get hard and today is no different. I’ve taken myself in hand to the point I’ve rubbed my dick raw, but it’s never enough. If my torture doesn’t end quickly, I’ll lose my fucking mind. Unzipping my pants, I open the file I have for her and pull my aching cock out and begin to stroke it. There are hundreds of pictures taken during the last three years.

  Going to my favorite, Ivy in a bikini that no one but me should be allowed to see her wearing, I increase my speed. She was at her parents’ vacation home in Georgia and had been sunbathing, her plump ass on full display. When I saw it, I wanted to take the first flight out there and snatch her up. As it was, the man assigned to watch her and sent me the photo, met an untimely death for looking upon what was mine. That damned bathing suit was somehow lost in baggage claim, inexplicably finding its way to my home. Yanking a drawer open, I pull out said clothing and wrap it around my length. I’m so close to the edge, I just need a little more to push me over. It’s fucking depraved, I know, but I can’t tell you how many times I’ve spent my cum on it, her scent long gone and replaced by my own. As I feel my release barreling out of me, I let it cover the material, before reluctantly putting them away. Soon I’ll be surrounded by her tight walls and my seed will be where it belongs, deep within my woman.

  2

  Ivy

  “Sweetheart, you look like a true Valladares Princess. They’ll be captivated by your beauty,” my mom declares as she helps me pick out my dress for tonight. I try not to roll my eyes, knowing it isn’t her fault I hate my reality. Don’t get me wrong, it's not that I come from a family of mobsters that bothers me. We’re actually pretty normal all things considered, but they treat me as if I’m fragile, even Escobar, or Eco as he’s known by some, the brother I’m closest to. I know it’s out of love, but it can be disheartening at times.

  I’ve never been anything but cherished and protected, which may be a dream come true for other girls, but not me. Instead, I feel trapped, like I’m not free to just be Ivy, and it’s only going to get worse since I’m turning eighteen. That milestone means not only pleasantry duty with the politicians and billionaires who only give to our charity for appearances, but also having to deal with their handsy sons. I’ve seen how they stare at me, the way their eyes linger on my breasts and ass, two parts that developed at a young age due to hitting puberty before my peers It was the same way in high school and one of the reasons I hated going. The fuck boys only interested in getting their dicks wet as many times as possible. I avoided them like the plague, dating, too, as it was just easier all-around, in my opinion at least. Most would think it’s due to being Catholic, but that has nothing to do with it. I don’t adhere to the rules of the religion, and find it ironic I’m related to killers that do. No, it’s because of him. I’m not wasting my virginity on a boy that doesn’t deserve me. I want a man, one in particular, and yet I have no clue who he is, nor am I likely to ever see him again, the only time I did will probably have to hold me over for the rest of my life. When
I touch myself at night, it’s to the memory of dark blue eyes full of a controlled darkness. He looked deadly, and fuck if that didn’t turn me on.

  Pasting on the dutiful smile I’ve practiced numerous times, I turn to face her. She’s content being a wife and mother, and there’s nothing wrong with that, but it’s not what I want, despite her belief to the contrary. She’s tried to mold me into a mini version of her, but I take after my dad. I want adventure, to experience life on the edge.

  “Thanks, ma,” is all I say, fighting to suppress the sadness and anger that I once again have to do what’s expected of meal.

  “Remember, mind your manners and...”

  “Always be polite because I represent the whole family,” I finish for her as I know the drill. I should, I’ve heard and repeated it enough the last few months while she prepared me for this new step. This will be my life until the end of my days, so I need to learn to conform and accept it. I will in time, but I have my own plans for tonight. I’m a week away from being eighteen but my fake ID says otherwise. One rebellion is all I ask before I’m forced to be who everyone else wants me to be.

  “No seas majadera!” She warns, and I sigh.

  “Sorry, ma. I know this is to celebrate my birthday and my new role, but I don’t feel too good all of a sudden. I promise I’ll be fine by tonight and will treat everyone as I should.” She walks to me, concern in her eyes, and presses her palm on my forehead, checking for a fever.