by Pixie Chica
“¿Quién era? ¿Tu familia?” I want to know, wrapping my arms around his middle and laying my cheek on his back.
“I have to meet with my father in the morning about some family issues,” he replies, and while I’m curious, I don’t ask. Besides, there’s something else I’d rather be doing than talking.
“How about I take your mind off that? You do have a promise to keep after all. ¿O eran sólo palabras?” Mentioning his earlier words has the effect I was hoping for, causing him to pick me up and push me against the glass door. When he lifts my shirt and takes my breast into his mouth, I moan at the pleasure. “Hazme tuya,” I whisper into his ear and any control he had must shatter because he’s suddenly holding me with one arm while his free hand takes his dick out. I knew he was big from touching him at the club, but actually seeing it is completely different.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Ivy? Lord knows I tried to wait until you were eighteen, but your tempting ass left me no choice but to claim you early. A man can only take so much.” I vaguely register that he knows my name and my birthday is close, yet I’m unsure how. All I can think of is how my fantasies of him pale in comparison to the real thing. As he slides his length between my folds, everything but the ecstasy consuming me is my only focus.
“Fuck yes. I’m all yours. Take me.”
“You’re mine forever," he vows as his cock breaks through my innocence. I grimace for a moment at the sting of pain, urging him to keep going. My tight walls are almost strangling him, but he doesn’t stop, just continues thrusting, my juices coating him and making his movements easier. As he pulls out, a cold breeze hits my center and I shiver from it and the punishing pace he creates. Staring into his eyes, I see the beast within he’s trying not to unleash, but I want him to. Our mating, because that’s what this is, is primal, raw, and almost barbaric, and I feel like a fucking queen. “You like watching us, baby? Seeing how your little pussy contracts as I feed it all of me?” He asks, and my gaze flies to where we’re connected and I nod.
“All I need to know is what name to scream as I cum.”
He presses on my clit and whispers, “You can call me Daddy.” The words are so filthy, and yet exactly what I need. The last of my inhibitions fade as I shout it into the darkness surrounding us. So dirty and so fucking right at the same time.
5
Sergio
My duties have never been a burden until today, mostly because I want to stay wrapped up in my woman. She fulfilled a need I had no clue was within me, but now that I do, I want to explore it with her. Staring at her, seeing her sprawled out on my bed as she sleeps deeply, I know everything in my world is right.
Well, except dealing with the shitstorm I know will follow when I tell my dad I’ve taken the Valladares princess. Not that it’ll matter what he or anyone else thinks, she stays. The only way to stop us from being together is by killing me. Hating to do so, I get out of bed when I hear my phone ring as I don’t want it to wake her. She needs to rest after last night.
“Pa’, dime.”
“Donde estas? Tu hermano me dijo que pasarías por aquí anoche y después nada. “
“I’m sorry, something came up.” There’s silence on the other end for far too long. “Is everything okay?
“I need you to come home now, hijo. You know I don’t like to put things off and this concerns you.” The pressing tone of his voice has me on alert.
“Is this about that meeting between the families?”
“Yes, but let’s not discuss this on the phone. We’ll talk when you get here.” Anything that includes us and the Valladares is a big deal, meaning I need to get there right away. Regardless of what it is, it won’t come between me and the woman in my bed. Telling him I’ll be there in half an hour, I disconnect and return to my room where I kiss Ivy’s forehead. Writing a quick note, I place it on the nightstand along with some water, then walk out. I know the longer I delay leaving, the harder it’ll be. I’m at my parents’ in less than twenty, wanting to get this over with and return before she wakes, and am greeted by the usual guards. My dad, Sebastian, may be the head of the Suarez mafia, but he never allows it to enter his home. Inside that foundation, we are a family first and foremost and that is sacred to him. He’s always kept the two parts of his life as separate as possible, and my mom, Camila, supported that. She’s made sure her children are free to choose their own path, as she had years ago when she fled Cuba to be with the man she loves, and says she’s never regretted that decision.
My twin younger brothers are proof that we make our own destiny. One is a businessman with a family that we only see during holidays and the other is a priest at our local church. I’m not religious, but I love that he prays for my soul. I figure if there’s a heaven and hell nothing can redeem my soul at this point. Esteban and I always knew we’d follow our father into this life, the rush of the next kill drives us and I revel in the fact I can crush the enemy. I’m not a good man, by any means, and that will never change.
The smell of ropa vieja and black beans fills the air as I walk inside, causing my stomach to grumble in response. I haven’t had a home cooked meal in weeks. Making my way to the kitchen, I stop and say hi to my mom.
“Mami, your favorite is home,” I greet her, only to have my younger by three years, brother and third in command, correct me.
The self-proclaimed mama’s boy says, “Unless you changed your name to Esteban, that statement is not true. Everyone knows she loves me most.”
“Ay you two, a mother never chooses,” she informs us, then winks at me behind his back, and I just smile knowing I won. “Now give me a hug. Just because you’re in your mid-thirties don’t think you're too old to get a good chancletazo on that butt.” Doing so, I also bend down to kiss her cheek because my brothers and I take after our dad who is six-three and built like a tank. My mom is tiny but what she lacks in size she more than makes up for in fierceness.
“Where’s dad?” I ask them. “He said he needed to see me.”
“Tu padre está en su oficina,” mom replies.
Reaching his office, I knock on the half-open door and hear his familiar voice beckon me in, “Entra.” Dad embraces me, then hands me a Cuban cigar. I’m not a smoker, but you don’t turn down one when given the opportunity to indulge. Plus, he only utilizes them when there’s a celebration, and I can’t help but wonder what that may be. I know why I’m happy, though he has no idea about that yet.
“Must be some news you have to share,” I theorize.
Throwing his arm over my shoulder, he tells me, “It is, son. It’s finally time for us to align ourselves with the others in town and join forces against that scum, Kostas Popov. He’s a threat to our way of life and we’re banding together to stop him. And it’s about time, if you ask me. Besides, this will be good for you and the family in other ways. Tu madre por fin tendrá esos nietos, que tanto quiere.”
Curious as to how this will happen, I raise a brow at his declaration. The four original families have an understanding and stay out of each other’s territories, but that’s not the same as essentially becoming partners to rid us all of a mutual nuisance. Wait, grandbabies? “How?”
A devious smile appears at my question. “That’s where you come in. It’s time you step up and do your part, sacrifice yourself. There’s only one way to ensure each member heeds this agreement, and that’s by taking a bride.”
He’s insane. I will not tie my life to anyone but my Ivy. “I’ve already chosen my future wife. We love each other.”
“Is that so?” He asks, his eyes on mine. “How long has this been going on?”
Knowing my answer will piss him off, I decide to just spit it out and get the argument over with. “Three years. I knew she was mine the moment I saw her, so whatever deal you made, it better entail me marrying Ivy Valladares. If it’s any woman other than her, you can marry Esteban off instead.”
He laughs, and for the first time in my life, I’m mad at my father. “I�
��m serious, I’m more than willing to stand by this family and do what I must, but not this. This is a deal breaker, otherwise, I’ll do as the twins and find my own way. Regardless, I’m taking her with me.”
“¡No naci ayer! I already know, son. Do you actually think Mario didn’t report to me? I’m surprised you didn’t kill him sooner. He was loyal, yes, but only to me, so it’s good that you took him out for disrespecting our newest addition. When she joins our family, we have to make sure everyone will treat her as they should. This transition must go smoothly.”
Thankful, I give him a one-armed hug. “I’d send you the dosier I had on her, but I’m sure you don’t even need it. He says and I just smile neither confirming or denying his claim.
“Go marry your woman. We need to cement this union between the two branches.” I take off immediately going to do just that.
I’m a lucky bastard.
6
Ivy
I overslept, not waking in his bed until the afternoon, still feeling the after effects of the ecstasy we shared. I left him a note, apologizing for not being there when he returned, but letting him know I’d be there as soon as I could. Which is why I’m in my current predicament, sneaking in to grab some necessities before leaving again. My parents aren’t due back for a couple days, which is good because it gives me time to do what I need to. When they’re home, we’ll sit down and talk on my terms. I want to be with my man and nothing will stop me. I quietly enter through the back door much later than intended, doing the walk of shame no less. Well, sort of. Is it one if others aren’t here to see it? Speaking of, I wonder where Rodriguez and Fernandez, my detail, are. After reaching my room, I strip and jump in the shower. As I wash, I notice the marks on my body that proclaim me a woman that’s been fucked in ways I didn’t know existed. Remembering how it felt to be with him, a smile plays on my lips. I tell myself only a little while longer and I’ll be in his arms again.
When I’m done and in clean clothes, I pack a bag, making sure to grab my ID and passport, then head downstairs. I’m almost to the door when I see my mom in the kitchen and our eyes meet. I instantly drop my duffle, hoping she didn’t see it. “How are you feeling?” She asks, checking my forehead like she did following the party.
“Better, thank you. I thought I’d spend some time at the library. I’m surprised you and dad are home, I didn’t think you were coming back so soon.” I’m trying to be subtle without drawing attention to myself or the bag, so I almost miss how pale she becomes.
“Something came up. That being said, your dad wants to see you. Please do so before you head out,” she instructs me and I have no choice but to do as she says. With a glance at my bag, hoping no one finds it, I send a silent ‘I’ll see you soon, my love,’ into the air as if he’ll receive it, then walk toward the office. I take a moment to really look at my dad prior to announcing my arrival. He hasn’t seen me yet, and I take him in. He usually appears strong and focused when he sits behind his desk, but today he seems pensive, upset.
“Hey, pa’,” I greet him. He glances at me, guilt clearly visible.
“Ivisita, entra y sientate. I was hoping to delay this conversation a bit longer, at least until after your birthday, but that won’t be possible.” He’s never sounded so somber. There’s no doubt I’m not going to like what he has to say.
Closing the door, I take a seat, asking, “What’s up? You’re scaring me.”
He takes a deep sigh, informing me, “I want you to know I love you and always try to do what’s best for our family. However, some sacrifices have to be made, and while the boys understood and accepted their fate, yours will hurt me the most.”
I can feel myself starting to hyperventilate. “What are you talking about?”
“Mi niña, there’s been a threat and the only way to stop it is to join forces with the others. Your brothers have all agreed and are on their way to do what they have to. I wish I could postpone this; I haven’t even been able to tell your mother yet.” He stops speaking, the silence becoming eerie before he continues. “You’re to marry Sergio, the second in command and heir to the Suarez family.”
Years of pent up rage boil to the surface and my skin crawls at the mention of another man when my body and soul already belong to someone. The only escape I had left is gone. How could he see me as merely a puzzle piece to protect his empire? “No!” I have never once yelled at or talked back to either of my parents, so his raised eyebrows are expected. I’ve always obeyed, even when I hated what was being asked of me, but I’m done being that person.
“What do you mean no? It’s for the best of the family. Everyone has agreed, yet you want to back out? You are a Valladares, we need to present a united front.”
Having had enough of this bullshit, I clear the top of his desk and stand, slamming my hands down as I do so. “You heard me. I’m marrying someone of my choosing. I’m leaving and you can’t make me stay. I love you and this family, but I am not a puppet.”
Trying to catch my breath, I look at the floor, hoping it’ll help the room stop spinning. When I see my lover’s face, I figure my mind conjured him up in my time of need, but I blink and realize it’s actually a picture of him. Picking it up, I immediately demand answers.
“That’s Sergio Suarez, your fiancé. I’m sure his father has told him by now, so he’ll probably be here soon.”
My knees weaken and I have to grab the chair to stop from falling. My father comes to my side to help, but I push him back. “Get the fuck away from me. It’s always been like this, hasn’t it? Everything and everyone around me is based on a lie, including him. You all want to make me into what you want. I couldn’t be part of the organization because I was too fragile, so I had to follow in mom’s footsteps as was expected of me, and now...now you tell me I have to toe the line yet again. As if that’s not bad enough, you do it in the cruelest of ways by making me fall for him so I couldn’t say no.” I start to cry and laugh at the same time, finally hitting the point of insanity. “It all fucking makes sense now, how he knew my name, my age, why he didn’t bother telling me his.”
Running out, I grab my bag and the keys to Eco’s spare car, peeling out and trying to press the Bluetooth button to call him. When he answers, I let him have it. “Eco what the hell!”
“Ivy what’s wrong?”
“Really? That’s going to be your answer. What’s wrong? I thought you were the one I could trust.”
“Would you stop with the drama and tell me what the hell is going on?”
The fucking nerve just like every other person in my life, he thinks it’s me being dramatic. I’m tired of no one speaking to me and just deciding I was going to do their pleasing. “Oh you’re just going to act like you didn’t know dad was planning my future for me? Down to who the hell my husband was going to be? You going to tell me that?”
He replies that he has his own problems to deal with, and I get it. He’s had to obey orders his whole life, too. He offers to hide me, but I refuse, letting him think I’m okay, that I’m just having a moment. What’s the point? This whole family is fucked and it’s time I did things for myself. Reaching into the glove box, knowing my brother as well as I do, I find exactly what I was looking for. Driving to the condo I left with a smile on my face and hope in my heart just a few hours ago, I march inside and take the elevator up. Hitting the top floor, I get off just as my phone rings. It’s a number I don’t recognize, but I answer it since I don’t get a lot of calls. Lucky me, it’s the man I’m looking for.
“Where are you?” He asks, concern in his voice.
“Outside your fucking door, Sergio Suarez! That’s right, I know all about your little plan!” I yell, hanging up on him. It instantly opens and he looks directly at me, his intent clear. He thinks he’ll handle me like everyone else does, but I’m done. We either get this shit straightened out right the fuck now or I’m blowing his head off. Pulling the gun from the back of my pants, I take aim, the shock clear on his face. Seems the lessons
Eco gave me without our dad knowing will finally be put to good use.
“Baby, there’s no need for this. I just got off the phone with your father and came straight here to talk to you. I can explain,” he pleads, raising his hands in surrender.
Running on adrenaline, I take a step forward. He watches me cautiously, but doesn’t stop me. “Oh, I’m getting my answers, and you will keep your hands away from me.” He moves to allow me inside, then follows me and sits in the chair I indicate. Standing in front of him, I stare at his serene face, wondering how he can be so calm while my heart feels like it’s being ripped in half. “Why are you so calm? You think I won’t shoot you?”
He sighs, never removing his eyes from mine and tells me, “I know you’re more than capable of doing so, as well as the fact you’re not the innocent everyone believes you are. I’m calm because if this is the way I’m supposed to go, then so be it. I’ve done bad things and have never regretted them, which means I’m not afraid of death. I’ve always known there was a chance any of my sins would cause it, but my greatest sin and regret is treating you like the others have. In this I failed you, mi reina, so go ahead and shoot me. I deserve your hate.” Then he further emphasizes his point by moving the barrel to his chest and holding it there.
His actions, as well as the fact his gaze never falters as he says it, makes me want to believe him with every fiber of my being. However, I still need answers. I can’t live on what ifs, and half-truths, that’s what got me in this position. “I want to know everything.”
7
Sergio
I knew I was in trouble the moment I got off the phone with her dad. Granted, I figured I’d have to convince her to talk to me, but I should’ve known better. I underestimated her, making me as guilty as everyone else. Honesty and not being used by people are all she asks, yet I failed in both aspects. I selfishly took what I wanted last night, then ran off this morning without a word aside from a note. I should’ve loved on her and came clean about my obsession with her, let her know what we were and would be.