La Asesina Bonita: The Complete Series

by Michelle Brown

  Chapter Three

  ROMAN

  Once she is finished with her food, I wash the dishes, and we leave the house. Dropping off Amy with the guards in the guardhouse, I make my way inside of the Velasquez home. I suppose it should now be called the Velasquez-De Los Santos home.

  I make my way to my office to begin working. It's not a job I trust others to do. This is my responsibility, it has been for close to thirty years. Some may think I don't have to, but I verify all weapons deals before I put Rosalina into a situation I can't control. She could hold her own. However, there shouldn't be a reason for her to need to if my job is done right. I've recently added more safety measures to my routine. Ever since Amalia was taken a couple of weeks ago, I make it part of my routine to check the camera feeds from the previous night first thing. No one else will come in unnoticed again.

  My phone ringing pulls me from the email in front of me. Glancing down I see it is Amalia's father calling. Fucking prick. He has never been a real father to her honestly, I don't think he would mind if she dropped dead. Silencing my phone, I go back to work. I have too much work to do for his rants about where Amalia is. For him not to care about her, Hernando controls her excessively.

  Turning back to the screen in front of me, I catch a glimpse of a man on the camera video screen next to my laptop. Martin is here. He must be here to visit Tony, I think to myself when I follow his trail from camera to camera. But no, Martin is making his way to my office instead of Rosalina's where Tony is always lurking as she does business. Knocking sounds at my door. Already knowing who is waiting on the other side, I contemplate ignoring him.

  "Entra," I call out.

  If I were to stand, he would see how hard I am just from him being so close. Strolling into my office Martin makes a show of sitting in the chair across from me. Cocking his head to the side, Martin begins to say something but stops when no one other than Mateo walks in without knocking.

  "Roman, I'm sorry sir. I can wait until later when you are free," Mateo apologizes when he sees Martin. "I will give you a call tonight," Mateo adds looking at him instead of me.

  Chuckling, Martin makes a move to stand as Mateo shuts the door. I don't think. I stand and stomp around the desk until I am inches away from him.

  "Sit back down Martin. Why are you here? What do you want?" I question stepping closer with every step.

  Martin doesn't speak. Grabbing the back of my head, he crushes his lips against mine, overtaking all of my senses. I've never received anything I didn't start first. I need control in my life.

  "Fucking hell," I snap when someone else knocks on my door.

  I have never had so many people come here in one day. Opening the door, I am face to face with Tony, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He's just as bad as Martin is.

  "Que necesitas?" I grumble.

  Before Tony can answer, Martin, speaks, "I'll be there in a moment. I have a few more things to discuss with Roman first."

  Tony doesn't question it. Turning to walk away, he starts whistling that stupid "Got a Secret" song. You know the one, it's the theme for that show girls watch. Amalia had a thing for it when she was younger. I am shoved forward by Martin causing the door to slam shut. He is close enough that I can smell the mint from his toothpaste and the woodsy cologne he wears. I still when he moves, and I feel his dick hard against me.

  "Who is that man to you?" Martin questions a hint of jealousy in his voice.

  "Mateo? Jealous? He's nothing. Just a casual fuck," I chuckle.

  Stepping away, Martin waits until I've moved before he walks out of my office without another word.

  Chapter Four

  ROMAN

  Slamming the desk drawer closed, I sigh. It's been over two hours since Martin walked out of my office and I'm still pissed. Cocky motherfucker needs his ass fucked. Hard. I won't go easy on him once I finally have him.

  It's been decided. Fuck the rules of our lifestyle and what anyone says. Grabbing my phone and keys, I walk out of the office and to my car. Amy is finally gone now; I can sleep on my own bed again. First, I have to rid myself of this pent-up frustrations; I need to shoot things. Bypassing my home, I drive to the range further away from Rosalina's house. Martin isn't from here so he may not know about this place and right now I don't need his distractions

  Parking, I get out and stroll inside. Being close to forty-six, I have lived here for years. Long enough that they knew my parents, they knew what I did to my father when I was only nineteen. That has never been a secret, only why I did it. The owners don't question me when I come in, they just offer me a booth at the range and stay away.

  Pushing down the button to send my body target down the lane, I don't wait for it to stop before I am loading it down with bullets. Tossing the clip to the side, I load another target and shoot again and again. Taking a deep breath, I grab my clip and holster my gun. Nothing seems to be helping me break away from thoughts of him. Going home to an empty house isn't appealing, but I don't trust people. I'm sitting in my car when my phone begins to ring, Mateo is calling.

  A quick greeting is all I offer. "Bueno."

  I can hear him pacing on the other end of the phone, "Roman, that man today. Are you fucking him? Are you replacing me?!"

  Scrubbing my hand down my face, I answer honestly, "I'm not replacing you. You were never more than a warm body to sink into. You know this."

  I should have known he was a pussy. I can hear his tears when he speaks.

  "Roman, please! I know you don't have relationships, but I need you," Mateo whines.

  I have nothing left to say to him. I've been done with this conversation for a while now. "Adios, Mateo."

  Driving home, I contemplate how this will work out. Martin lives in Cuba, and I am in Mexico. I don't even know why these thoughts cross my mind, yet they do. I haven't been in a relationship since I was nineteen. I wasn't aware my father was keeping track of me until he found out I was seeing a man. My punishment for going against his rules was setting my boyfriend's dick on fire. It killed him when it spread over his body. Charred flesh and screams broke loose the man I kept hidden. I admit I have anger control issues when someone hurts those I love. I took a fire poker to my father's skull. He died that night. Sometimes I feel sorry about it, and other times I wish I had done it sooner. My father wasn't a kind man.

  Pulling into my driveway, I see a car parked at the curb. I wasn't expecting anyone. I move towards the door and notice it is slightly cracked. Grabbing my gun, I creep inside and search the rooms one by one until I see someone in my bedroom. I throw the person against the wall and cock my gun inches away from the back of his head.

  "What a welcome. Is this foreplay?" a voice I know questions.

  Martin. Martin knows how to pick a lock it seems. I have yet to work out what he does for work, but apparently breaking and entering is one. Removing my gun from his head, I walk out of the room. I would have killed anyone else.

  Pouring myself a glass of water, I offer him one when he follows me into the kitchen. "What are you doing here? Why the need to break in?" I demand.

  His husky laugh booms in my small home. "You learn more about someone when you look at the things in their home. Like the fact that, there is no sign of another male, but we both know Mateo would give his left nut to live with you. Besides, you wouldn't have let me in if I had asked."

  We both know I wouldn't have, it was the one place he hasn't infected with his presence. Changing the subject, I ask the questions that have stumped me, "What exactly do you do for your father? Why haven't you gone home?"

  Shrugging, Martin walks out of the kitchen and sits on the couch. "I'm a private investigator of sorts; I can locate even the ones that don't want to be. I haven't gone home yet because here I am able to be myself."

  Fire shoots through my veins at his response. Be himself. If his father is anything like mine was, I'll kill him. Sitting in the recliner, I am lost in my thoughts when I feel the heat of his body. Standing in fr
ont of me, Martin doesn't speak. Instead, begins to unbutton his jeans. I don't tend to bottom at all. With Martin things are different, I want to do all these things.

  "Don't think. I will stop everything if you do. I'm not some little fucking puppet like that boy," he spits out.

  I know he is talking about Mateo. The authority in his voice causes me to grow even harder; I never knew I could be this way for a man who is just as commanding as me. Pushing his pants down over his hips, he tugs out his cock and bends forward taking me by surprise as his tongue tangles with mine. I want to grab his head and fuck his face, but I won't. Not today at least.

  Breaking the kiss, Martin guides my face, his dick slapping against my cheek. Wrapping my hand around him, I open my mouth teasing him as I take him in, only to pull away. Grunting, he grabs my hair holding me still, the way I imagine doing to him. Driving his hips forward, he slowly pulls back, thrusting in harder than before until he is practically down my throat. Martin isn't small by any mean, no this fucking man is hung. Groaning, Martin doesn't warn me at all. My mouth filling with his come, I swallow every fucking bit. The weight of what I did settles.

  "Leave!" I bellow causing him to flinch.

  I let him control me. I can't allow him to affect me. It's best if he leaves and never comes back.

  Chapter Five

  ROMAN

  It's been three days since I sent Martin away and I haven't seen him. Tony won't even look at me which lets me know I fucked up. Rosalina casually mentioned that Martin left for Cuba the night before during our meeting this morning and I'm shocked I didn't know.

  My phone ringing brings me back to the moment. Hernando is calling again.

  Answering the phone, I roll my eyes when he starts with, "Where the hell is my daughter?"

  "Hello to you, Hernando. Or have you forgotten your manners in your old age?" I muse.

  I know where Amalia is, I've known since she was sent to Australia. I just don't want him to know. Hernando isn't good for her to be around especially now.

  "Roman, tell me where she is. I have business to deal with, and she is involved. I need her home now!" He screeches as if that will make a difference.

  Tapping my fingers on the desk, I finally answer, "Amalia is in another country with a man who works for Rosalina. He is making sure she is safe, you know since she was taken and who knows what else."

  Click. The prick didn't even ask if Amalia is alright before he hung up the phone. Putting thoughts of Hernando and Amalia out of my mind, I dive into the files in front of me. We have ten shipments coming in during the next month, and I need to vet all of the men involved.

  One of these jobs gives me a funny feeling, looking closer doesn't make me feel any better. I will mention it to Tony so that if he is free, he can go with Rosalina. If he can't then I will. Pushing all my files aside, I contemplate what I am feeling. I don't want him here, and yet I do.

  Chapter Six

  MARTIN

  Fucking Cuba. It's hot and sticky. I hate being here but I couldn't put it off any longer without my father wondering why. He owns me. I work for him, I live on his property, and I come when called like a damn dog. I'm twenty-seven, and I still cower around him. I'm a pussy, but I have my reasons. Fernando De Los Santos is an asshole. I knew I was gay when I turned fourteen and got hard for men over women. He tried to fuck it out of me when I was sixteen, prostitutes were made to frequently climb on top of me, and I faked it the best I could.

  When I was eighteen, I told him I would always be gay no matter what he did. I spent a week locked in the basement with the dead body of my then boyfriend. I haven't brought a man around since. One day, I will have enough money put away to escape him. Thankfully, he doesn't know I still work as an investigator otherwise he would find a way to inflict pain. After I turned twenty, Fernando realized he would have to up his game, and he did. I have the brand to prove it, an ‘S' is burned into my shoulder blade. Most would think it was a symbol of our family, it's just how he proved to me that he owned me.

  Flicking my cigarette, I take one last drag and throw it down onto his immaculate grass. Only this man would have the deepest shade of green when everyone else is having to save water for the drought that has hit this part of Cuba. I don't even knock, choosing to walk right in, removing my shoes as the door closes behind me. My mother would freak out if I tracked dirt across her floors. She may not be a big woman, but her and those sandals she wears are enough to scare anyone when she throws them.

  "Ma! Donde Esta?" I call out.

  I can hear her yelling at me from the kitchen. Glancing at my watch, I make my way towards where she is. I notice it's close to noon, so it makes sense for her to be working on father's lunch. Kissing her cheek, I move to the stove to take over for her. Ma works too hard to please my father, but she was taught growing up to be the perfect wife. I hate that she feels the need to do things for him yet I understand too. I would willingly do whatever I could for Roman.

  I want to go back to Mexico where he is. As it is he told me to leave, and I did. It doesn't mean I won't go back. Hell, I would leave for Mexico tomorrow if he wanted me to stay. It's been a long time since I have found someone who is enough for me.

  "Martin," my father, greets me.

  "Father." He knows I don't want to be here, but he has a job for me. Now that Anthony is married to Rosalina, my father expects me to take over his position. I'm not a ruthless killer like Anthony is though; I've only dealt with the men here who owe my father. I've been a lackey in every sense of the word; when my father says to go collect money from his businesses, I do.

  "After I eat, come to my office. I have a job for you." That's it. My father isn't one to talk business around my mother.

  Sitting down at the dinner table, he waits on my ma to serve him. Fucker. I'm not hungry much to my mother's dismay. I'm just sexually frustrated at this point. I need someone to take the edge off. However, the only one I want is Roman. He's nearly twice my age. He holds himself to a higher standard, he shows his restraint and his power. To a man like myself, it causes me to want him, to break him, to cause him to say ‘fuck the rules' and follow his needs.

  Chapter Seven

  ROMAN

  Three damn weeks and no one knows where Martin is or what he is doing. No one has told me at least, and it's driving me insane. Anthony only says he is doing a job for his father from what his father told him, but something feels off. Of course, then Anthony asked me why I even cared where Martin is. I didn't answer for a few minutes finally deciding on the lie that I needed him to do a job for me. He nodded, but I can tell he didn't believe the bullshit I was spewing.

  Walking down to my office, I slam the door closed behind me. I'm generally calm, then again I can usually locate anyone I want to find. I may not be Nico, but I do know a few things. Reaching out to Nico could be what I need; that man is a contract killer and knows how to keep a secret. I reach for my phone already trying to figure out how I will explain what I need from him.

  "Bueno?" Nico's voice comes across the line.

  Taking a deep breath, I dive right in, "Nico es Roman. I need you to find someone for me."

  "Name, age and last location." I hear him rummaging around on his end.

  Fuck how old is Martin? I would guess twenty-five, but I'm unsure.

  "Roman? I can't do my job without some information. Tell me what you do know if you can't give me that."

  Sighing, I speak the name that has had me in knots since he arrived close to two months ago. "Martin De Los Santos, last seen in Cuba."

  Chuckling Nico replies, "Did Martin fuck you, then leave?"

  I don't speak. There is no way that Nico knows, I've never told him which lets me know he sees more than he says.

  "How did you know?" I question. I need to know if others would know and if so, have they done something to him.

  I'm not stupid. I know that there are others in the mafia lifestyle that would kill someone for being gay, even now.

  "
I make it my job to know everything about everyone, it's how I do my job so well," Nico explains.

  Nodding even when he can't see me, "Well the answer is no, I just need you to find him." I don't get another word in. Instead, I end the call.

  Chapter Eight

  ROMAN

  Nico hasn't gotten back to me yet. It's been almost a week, and I haven't been doing my job because of it. The only thing filling my mind is Martin. I even took off for the day to shoot at the range, trying to release some tension.

  Pulling into my driveway, I see a familiar car. Mateo's. Groaning, I remember I never got my damn key from him after the last time. I throw my keys down and find Mateo in my bedroom. Flashes of the one time Martin was in here stop me in my tracks. Mateo isn't Martin, that's a good thing. I won't feel bad about throwing him out on his ass.

  "Get the fuck out," I seethe.

  Moving closer to me, Mateo doesn't look as if he will.

  "That guy is gone. Who knows if his father will ever let him come back here? You know his father hates men like us, and he owns that piece of shit."

  My hand acts all on its own, wrapping around Mateo's throat and slamming him into the wall. I underestimated him. How he knew about Martin and me. I don't know, but I will find out. I didn't get my position by being a weak, spineless fuck. I apply enough pressure to cause him to pass out, but not kill him. I need answers.

  Picking him up, I place him in my car and drive to Rosalina's home. They have the perfect room for what I need. Hauling Mateo to the guardhouse, I creep to the "torture room." It was set up by Rosalina's father, my best friend, years ago. Soundproof with no exits, now with a drain in the middle for when things got messy.