Primitivo

by Croft, Rose

  “Bro, chill, we’ll clean up after this game.” Yovani’s eyes were at half-mast as he studied the TV. Oscar looked equally as fucked-up with a goofy-ass smirk on his face.

  “You better. I didn’t expect to come home to find two motherfuckers lounging in my house like rejects who didn’t make the cut for Half Baked.”

  I laid my hand on Emilio’s shoulder trying to calm him. “It’s fine, Emilio. They’ll clean up. Right, Oscar?”

  “Yeah, we’ll take care of it.”

  I stepped over to my brother and ruffled his hair like he was a child. “You okay?”

  He nodded, and a little half-smile appeared. “I’m good, Sofí.”

  “Okay. We’re going to bed, but you two need to make sure this place is spotless before you turn in.” I realized this sounded ludicrous talking to two men in their mid-twenties like they were disobedient boys.

  “And no more smoking in my house,” Emilio warned. “Take that shit outside if you’re gonna do it.” I led him away before he stalked over and attacked his brother who acted like he wasn’t even bothered by what Emilio said.

  However, Yovani responded with a blasé thumbs-up. “Got it covered.”

  When we passed through Emilio’s bedroom, he shook his head. “You know you’re enabling them.”

  “No, I wasn’t. I was diverting a situation.”

  “Oh, is that what it was?”

  “Mm-hmm. A distraction… like you did for me on the roller coaster.”

  “I didn’t distract you, Sofí, I pleasured you. There’s a difference.” His fingers made haste on the buttons of his shirt. “So return the favor,” he teased.

  “I will.” Feeling daring, I gripped the opening of his half-unbuttoned shirt and tugged hard. Buttons flew off to the sides. I slid my hands up his ripped torso and chest feeling his muscles flex beneath me reveling in the beast that was fighting to be unleashed inside. I wanted the beast. I wanted it all. Emilio was a simple man with complex sides. He could be sweet, charming, caring, hot-tempered, passionate, loving, harsh, protective. There were so many versions of Emilio, and I loved all of them. That made him who he was.

  I slipped the shirt off his shoulders. Fueled by my own base desires, I ran my mouth over his nipple and bit hard and Emilio hissed but didn’t pull away. Instead, he gripped me tight. “Do it again, Gatita. Show me your claws.”

  When the name rolled off his tongue, I scowled and raked my nails down his abs leaving red marks on his skin. “Don’t call me that again. I hate that name.” I bit his nipple again and sucked away the pain like he did with me.

  I heard the rumble in his chest from his silent laughter. “There’s my feisty girl.”

  I unbuckled his pants and quickly undid the flap, shoving down the fabric of his slacks and boxer briefs. His erection bobbed, hard and big in front of my face. I could already see moisture glistening on his tip. I slid to my knees and looked up at Emilio who was staring down at me his teeth scraping over his bottom lip. “Take it, angelita. Take it all.”

  He cupped the side of my face, and his long fingers curled around the back of my head guiding me closer. I wrapped my lips around the head of his large cock. My tongue ran down the underside, and I relaxed my throat as I took him deeper. “Like that. Just like that. Fuck, baby.” His voice was rough and low.

  I got a rush of power when I saw how much pleasure he took in what I was doing. His hands massaged my scalp as he thrust into my mouth. He was so deep down my throat my eyes watered, it was a lot to take in, literally, but I felt pride in every moan I inflicted and his harsh breaths that were growing faster by the second. I knew he was getting close tasting the saltiness of his arousal.

  “Goooddd,” he groaned. “It feels so good, but I don’t wanna come like this.” He pulled out and grasped my shoulders lifting me up to my feet. He reached around behind me and frantically fumbled for the zipper on my dress and yanked. I could hear the rip in fabric in his hastiness. “I’m sorry about the dress, but I can’t help myself around you. I feel like…” He leaned his forehead into mine and squeezed his eyes shut in remorse. “I can’t control myself around you, baby. Why do I feel this way?”

  I kissed him gently. “You’ve never done anything I didn’t want.”

  “I don’t want to be gentle with you,” he whispered solemnly as he toed out of his dress shoes and kicked off his pants. His hands clenched around my arms and I could feel the unbridled animal radiating inside of him wanting to come out.

  “Then, don’t be.” I loved this man so much and wanted to give him the world. “I’m here for you always. Whatever you need from me, I want to give it to you. Everything I have is yours. Always.”

  “Fuck, Sofí, fuck!” He lifted me up, and I barely had my legs wrapped around him before he slammed into me thrusting so deep he was hitting my cervix. I moaned gladly accepting his passion and desperation. I knew I was more than ready loving the beast that came out.

  We fell against the bed and his muscles bulged as he pushed up over me. He was big, larger than life looming over me with a lust-filled desperation written all over his face. He fucked me long and hard. “I can’t get enough of you, baby.”

  I cried out, “Don’t stop.”

  “I can’t.” He pushed up and stood over me as his cock twitched inside of me. He gripped my thighs and pulled my hips to the edge of the bed. He lifted me up and pushed into me and his hands wrapped around my hips. In this position, I thought I might die from being lanced by his dick, but I relished the pain and pleasure. “God, podría quedarme así toda la noche.” I could stay like this all night. His fingers dug into my skin and he pulled out all the way and thrust in again. Each pass seemed like he was going deeper and deeper.

  The pleasure was building inside, clawing to get out. The pressure was building in my core, and I knew I was about to burst. “It’s too much,” I moaned knowing I was going to climax.

  “It’s not enough. Come for me, mi amor, I feel your pussy clenching around my cock. You’re so close.”

  “Yes. I’m…” I squeezed my legs tighter around his strong body and ground myself into him. I screamed out and came like never before.

  “That’s it, baby, milk my cock.” He kept pushing, and he gripped me tighter since my body could barely hold on after Emilio extracted every bit of my orgasm. His balls slapped against my ass as he pounded harder.

  He leaned over me and his pace was jerkier and the muscles in his neck strained. “Oh shit.” He started to pull out and then cursed and closed his eyes as he slammed into me one final time and pulsed and pulsed, soon I felt the rush of his hot semen inside me. He growled and dove into my neck, his teeth bit into my flesh as he sucked on my skin. “Holy fuck. Mierda. I can’t stop fucking you.” He kept pushing into me and I clenched having another orgasm on his words and continuous pumping.

  I held him to me, my hands ran over the muscles constricting on his upper back. He was still semi-erect inside of me, and I felt extremely wet and sticky as the mixture of both our climaxes was leaking between my legs.

  He raised his head and inhaled deeply as he stared into my eyes. I was weary that he’d have regrets knowing we hadn’t used protection. His expression was unreadable. I smoothed his cheek. “I wanted this. Please don’t have regrets. Whatever happens, I’ll handle it.”

  He was still inside me grinding slowly as though moving to a seductive song. “I don’t have regrets, Sofí. Whatever happens, we’ll handle it together. However, what I do want, now, is to make love to you. Wrap your hands around my neck.” I did while Emilio clasped my legs around his hips and he lifted us together to move up the bed. He laid me gently down and ran his lips down my body murmuring in his deep, sexy voice, “Mi vida, mi adicción, mi amor…”

  Emilio loved me until I was both sated and weak. After, he wrapped his strong arms around me and held me like a cherished possession. When I heard the even breathing of him sleeping, I watched him. My finger trailed down to the spot on his chest, over his heart where
my name had been. I traced the letters of my name over and over as if in a trance etching my name into his heart.

  Emilio

  Life was good. Almost too good. But I wasn’t complaining. Weeks had passed and my relationship with Sofí only got better. No, we weren’t expecting another child anytime soon, thank you. Her aunt Flo had paid her a visit recently. And yes she was now on birth control. And yes I’m a fucking idiot for being irresponsible.

  Anyway, Sofí was getting her life in order and re-enrolled at the local college in the area where she went before to finish her courses in education. She’d start in the spring. She was now convinced more than ever that being an early childhood teacher was her calling. I knew it was too.

  I was meeting Adrian and Vince for one of our weekly meetings. Sometimes it was one big whipping session when we got together, but other times it could be quite therapeutic. I checked my phone. It was Friday afternoon and Sofía and Eric should be on their way home from school. I was still uneasy about there being a threat because motherfucking Tito seemed to have dropped off the face of the Earth. But Adrian assured me there had recently been more arrests on gang members stemming from drug busts and recent robberies that had occurred.

  “Hey, you gonna join in the conversation or sit over there and daydream all afternoon like a pussy-whipped boyfriend?” Vince raised his eyebrows at me with his hands spread wide.

  I dropped my feet from my desk and leaned forward in my chair grabbing a pen. “What’s got your panties in a wad, bro? Did Dani finally wake up and realize she’s married to an asshole?” I tossed the pen at him, and he caught it easily.

  Adrian cleared his throat with a little smile on his face. “Are we discussing business or do I need to play mediator again between you two?”

  My cousin wasn’t kidding, he had staged a mediation session between Vince and I before, even making us mark our calendars for it. I swept my hand out. “Talk away, primo, we all know you like to have the floor.”

  Vince chuckled at my quip. “Isn’t that the truth?”

  As my cousin began with whatever the fuck he wanted to say, my phone buzzed on the desk. Sofí. I picked up my cell. “Hey.”

  “Letting you know Eric and I are headed home.”

  “Okay, baby, how was your day?” I glanced up to see Vince rolling his eyes. I flipped him off and spun my chair around.

  “It was good. Eric was awarded with student of the week, so he got to sit in the special desk.”

  “Aww, that’s my boy.”

  “Our boy,” she clarified and I could hear the joy in her voice. “He—” I heard her scream, the squeal of tires, and a loud crash of metal hitting metal.

  “Sofí!” I yelled. “Sofía!” I sprung from my chair and grabbed the keys off my desk. Vince and Adrian rose with narrowed eyes.

  I heard her moan, and the cries of my son, but it was faint. Fuck!

  “Sofí? Sofí? SOFÍ!” More frightened than I’d ever been before in my life, I yelled her name repeatedly like a maniac knowing she must be hurt and didn’t have her phone in hand. I reached for the office door and hurried down the hall. “Sofía, pick up the phone. Talk to me!”

  Soon, I heard the rustling of sounds. “You want your boy back. You better bring cash… lots of it.”

  I gripped the cell tighter as fury and fear fueled me. “Tito.” I assumed it was him because who the fuck else would it be? “If you hurt my son or Sofí, I will kill you.”

  He laughed. “You’re not in a position to make threats, puto. Give me fifty grand, and I won’t hurt your boy. Sofí ain’t your problem. I own that bitch.”

  My blood simmered with his words. Making idle threats on the phone was a waste of time I didn’t have, but I would find him and kill him. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and Vince was staring at me with his eyes narrowed. “Where?” I asked and pushed out the office door to the parking lot. I made tracks to my car while my brother was at the passenger side.

  “The old park off Third Street, nine o’clock tonight.” I knew that park because it’s where Vince and I hung out as teens. Now, it was rundown and dangerous. “And if I see a cop, he dies.”

  Shit. That was almost six hours from now. “I’ll be there. Are they okay?” I started the car. I needed to find them. I needed to know they weren’t hurt.

  “Motherfucker, we aren’t having a conversation. Bring the damn money.” The line went dead.

  I slammed my hands down on the dashboard. “FUCK!”

  “Where are they?”

  “I don’t know, Vince. That fucker Tito has them.” I was already backing out of the office parking lot trying to get my shit under control and piece my thoughts together.

  “We’ll get them back,” Vince said, but I could tell there was doubt in his voice although he tried to hide it. “Adrian’s already making calls to find out if anyone’s reported anything.”

  “Tell him no cops,” I stressed and had the wherewithal to check my tracking app to see where her phone was and drove in that direction. We drove up to a neighborhood street, not far from my house. She was almost fucking home before this happened. I saw the black BMW sedan I’d just bought her the other day sitting in the middle of the street with the front end caved in. Black tire tracks marred the road and the red plastic of taillights littered the road. Jesus, please let them be okay. Nobody was around because no one lived around this stretch of road. Both sides of the streets were surrounded by wooded trees. A nice serene scenery that hid the quiet residential neighborhood of mine less than a mile away.

  Shit! “Let’s go.” I got in my car and took off to my house.

  “Where are we going?” Vince asked.

  “My house. He wants fifty grand.” I kept cash in a safe in my house along with other valuables.

  He nodded. “You know it’ll never be enough.”

  “I know. I’m gonna find them, first.”

  “How?”

  “I don’t know, but I will, rest assured.” As I said it ideas were already forming in my head.

  “They’re here. We just need to find the right apartment number.” I pointed at the wanna-be Fast and Furious car in the parking lot with busted out taillights and smashed-in trunk. Little did I know, Oscar had been doing some recon work on his own and directed us to this apartment complex on the south side of town that looked more like a rundown two-story motel that made you wonder why the building hadn’t yet been demolished.

  Vince and I exited the car with Sofí’s brother behind us. “I’m gonna kill that fool,” Oscar said as he rounded the hood reaching behind him and pulling the gun out of his jeans. He was ready for his revenge tour to resume and would do anything for his sister. Like me. “It’s one of those apartments upstairs.” He pointed his weapon above us.

  “Ease up, thug life. We need to check it out before we fuck around and get shot,” Vince warned and casually laid a hand on Oscar’s shoulder halting him.

  I knew the feeling because I wanted to rush around guns blazing and kill everyone, but my brother was right. We had to stay level-headed—now, more than ever.

  “Stay down here,” I warned Oscar as I glanced up and heard some tenants, an older lady with another woman gossiping on the second-floor balcony. Unfortunately, Oscar damn sure didn’t seem receptive to my suggestion, and I added, “Look man, I don’t know what’s going to go down, but I need you to be our backup, in case things don’t pan out.”

  He looked away, pissed and scowled but nodded his head, conceding. “She’s all I got. You better not fuck this up.”

  If I didn’t know how this pup felt about his sister, I might’ve strangled his ass. However, he got us here, and I knew his sentiments came from a good place. “I won’t.”

  When I looked up again, I saw two men appear outside an apartment door on my far right who looked shady as hell.

  “That’s them,” Oscar growled making a move to take off.

  I gripped him hard on the shoulder. “Stay the fuck here.” When I felt he was calm enough to l
isten, I released Oscar and knew we were running out of time.

  “Are we doing this or what?” Vince raised his eyebrows. Leave it to my brother to ask a stupid question in the middle of chaos.

  “Yeah.” I nudged my chin to the stairs. “Let’s go. We need to be quick about this.” I took off and Vince followed. We climbed the steps keeping our demeanor as cool as possible. We’d dealt with dangerous situations in the past, and staying in control was key. Vince and I slowed our steps as we made it to the second floor walking casually toward the two men in question. The one on the right standing around tilted his chin and lit up a joint. His tattooed dome shone under the sunlight, while the other guy’s eyes narrowed at us as we approached; both looked like Fuckhead 1 and Fuckhead 2.

  Fuckhead 1 exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. “The fuck you want?”

  “Got milk?” I asked casually, code for cocaine. “Heard you had some pure grade A milk.”

  “The fuck you talkin’ about? I ain’t the milkman,” he said inhaling his joint.

  I shrugged and answered, “Really? Because that’s not what I heard. Our friend said you got the best shit around.”

  Bald-headed guy lowered his blunt and signaled to Fuckhead 2 who pulled out a Glock, aiming it at Vince’s face. “You guys five-O? Who is this friend?”

  Vince stood emotionless, and before I could answer, a shot was fired and Fuckhead 2 with the gun fell lifelessly back to the ground and blood soon oozed through his shirt. I saw baldie reach behind him, and Vince gunned him down before I took a bullet. Vince aimed and fired at the man who’d already been shot and now laid unmoving on the concrete. His beady eyes stared unmoving.

  “I owed you,” my brother said casually. I glanced over the rail to see Oscar with his gun raised. He’d been the one to fire off the first shot, taking out Fuckhead 1 for us.

  The window next to us shattered as more shots were fired from inside the apartment. Vince and I ducked down over to the side. I heard a female scream and cries of a child. Fuck. Sofí and Eric. This was where the crossroads met. Where you had to make a choice—you or the people you love more than life itself. Did I risk waiting it out to keep from getting shot? Or did I risk it all and take out this asshole, knowing there was a great possibility I’d get killed?