Stirring beside me, Martin gives me a cocky grin when he sees my dick tenting the sheet, "Happy to see me, I take it."
Chuckling, I pull his face to mine, "Well, it's not like it will suck itself."
Crushing his mouth to mine, he surprises me as he grips my cock, stroking until I am nearly ready to come before he stops completely. Looking at me closely, he pauses and gets up from the bed. I'm fucking horny and confused.
"Get over here. Face down, ass up," Martin commands, standing at the edge of the bed with a bottle of lube in his hand.
I don't have men fuck me, yet with him, I want to. Following his instructions, I lay my chest on the soft sheets. I feel vulnerable with Martin. The click of the cap sounds just before I feel the cold liquid running down the crack of my ass. I can feel his fingers slowly stretching me as he pushes one then another inside of my ass. Gritting my teeth, I let out a breath as he works a third into me, getting me ready for his cock. Only for him, I only allow myself to open myself up like this to him.
Lining his cock with my hole, he groans as he thrusts forward, and back out as he pushes every fucking inch into me. This is euphoric. I feel insanely full, and I love the feel of him as he drives in and out.
Leaning down, he mutters, "Stroke yourself. Let me see how you fuck your hand when you think of me."
Up and down I stroke my cock feeling the need to come like a fucking teenager with his first taste of pussy. Groaning, I feel Martin tense as warm come fills my ass causing my restraint to break. Come coats my hand as Martin pulls from inside me.
Slapping my ass, he walks over to his bag grabbing a cigarette and his boxers, "I'm going to smoke. I'll be back in a bit."
Nodding, I walk to the bathroom to shower and start my day. I'm glad he isn't one that wants to cuddle after. I'm gay not a woman. Standing under the warm spray, I make quick work of washing myself. I need to get to work. Rosalina doesn't expect me to be there, but I have too much to do before I leave. Turning the water off, I dry as Martin cleans himself with a washcloth.
"I have to do some work today," I inform him, as he watches me dress.
Martin gives me a strange look, without a word he nods and lounges across the bed. I'm sure he suspects I'm not being transparent with him. I can't be though not if I have any chance of him living. I know the Council, as long as they don't suspect he is involved in what I have done, they will leave him alone.
Driving to my attorney's office, I set to work making sure that all of my legal documents are up to date. Hours have passed before I am done. Checking the time, I head to the Velasquez home with my files in hand. I only have just over twenty-four hours left. Dropping the files on my desk, I leave and head home.
Chapter Fifteen
ROMAN
Martin was waiting as I walk in, it's strange how him being in my home doesn't cause me to panic. I will be leaving before he ever wakes in the morning. I am meeting the person who called at five am at the airport.
Martin finally breaks the silence, "I spoke to my ma today. She said she had enough and dealt with my father. We both know that isn't true, don't we?"
Opening my mouth to deny it, I close my mouth, looking at him as he sits on the edge of the dresser. I wait for him to say something.
"They know, don't they? The Council fucking knows. That's where you were all day."
I can't speak. I should feel ashamed at what I did, but I'm not. I won't lie either. Nodding, I wait for him to leave. Martin surprises me instead, pulling out a small bag and fills it with things for both of us. Questioning his actions, I look to him for an answer.
"I won't let you go alone. You wouldn't run from them, it's one of the reasons I love you."
When the bag is packed, we lie down to rest before our departure. When I'm sure he is sleeping, I creep out of bed leaving Martin behind. On the way to the airport, I call the number who contacted me, moving up our meeting. I can't risk Martin figuring out I left before I'm gone.
The man on the other end of the phone changes the meeting spot though. Now I am heading towards a rundown warehouse. Fuckers aren't even original, I muse. Walking inside I am met with one of the men who worked with my father years ago.
"Don't try to weasel your way out of this," he barks, not allowing me a chance to speak.
Meeting his cold stare with one of my own, I wait. "This isn't because you're gay. It's for what you did to your father and Hernando De Los Santos. You are someone we can't control. We have no use for you if you don't fall in line."
I crash to the floor as my vision darkens. I can feel the blood slowly seeping out of my body from the bullet hole in my chest. At least I know Martin will be safe if this is for my actions alone.
Epilogue
MARTIN
One week later...
Roman's body was delivered to Rosalina's home six days ago. The fucking council had the nerve to bring him home. I wasn't in any shape to do anything about it. I was pissed at him for what he did, I still am. I thought Rosalia and Tony would kill the poor delivery boy over it. I almost did.
Roman's lawyer delivered his will to me today. He left everything to me. He fucking planned everything down to his own funeral, because that's the kind of man he was. For some reason, he thought this would be easier. He was wrong, but I do understand why he did. I will have my revenge on the Council one day. They didn't just kill a man, they fed the darkness in another.
Stubbing out my cigarette, I walk inside of Roman's home, my home, and sit in front of the scattered mess of papers covering the kitchen table. All the information I could find on the Council members lays in front of me. Who they are, where they live, even where they go to get pussy on late nights. My planning will take time, but they won't be able to hide forever.
There's a reason I'm the best at my job. I don't stop until I win and I will fucking win.
About the Author
Michelle Brown has always been an avid reader and music lover. She lives in a small town located in North Carolina. Blah, blah, blah... she likes Oreos, and pizza rolls when writing. Lover of GIFs and dark books, she spends way too much time stalking her favorite authors.
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