“Killin’ me softly, mi cielo,” I whispered before I pressed my lips to hers. She readily opened for me.
In seconds I was rock hard, painfully hard, and ready to get lost with her. In minutes I was thrusting inside her. In an hour, we both laid across her bed spent.
That was when my phone rang. I was naked with Mari beside me, filled with my hot seed, my cock limp inside her pussy. My mind was not on business. My mind was on the woman I loved. My mind was on the way I wanted to spend every day I had left on this Earth just like this. My mind was not on the Cartel. Picking up the phone, I answered on a clip. “Shit better be good or someone’s gonna die.”
The laugh on the other end let me know he didn’t care about what I was leaving behind. “There has been a power change. Be to Silvia’s in an hour,” Paco instructed before hanging up.
I sighed not wanting to leave Mari, but knowing I had no other choice. It pained me in a way I wasn’t used to. My chest actually ached at the thought of leaving her. Mari seemed to understand this. She moved to straddle me using her pussy muscles to keep my cock inside of her. It was a bold move for a woman who was just coming into her own. I loved it and craved more of this from her.
“I’ll be here when you get home,” she whispered leaning down to kiss me.
I had time. I was going to take the little window of time I had too. Because what man could resist such a beauty. “Fuck,” I roared as my cock hardened again. “Can’t leave like this,” I moaned as I thrust inside her. I had the rest of our lives I tried to tell myself. Instead, it gave me more panic to leave her forcing my need to have more of her to grow. My addiction and attraction to Mari was a dangerous weakness for someone in my line of work.
She giggled and it was heaven to my ears. Leaning up, she sat tall on top of me as she slowly rolled up and then back down on my shaft. Her long, dark hair came down in waves covering her big titties. She rode me while I felt the liquid seep out from our earlier work up. Knowing I was in her and had just come inside her, I was ready to explode again.
Moving my hands behind my head, I laced my fingers together as my abs flexed under her. “Ride me, Mari. Get yourself there. Take what you need, mi cielo.”
Her hands came to her tits where she tugged at them while she continued this slow pace.
“Get there, Mari. I don’t have much time. Not gonna leave you till you scream out my name again.”
My words spurred her on and she rolled her hips. My cock threatened to explode before she finished.
“When I get home, you’re gonna sit on my face. I’m gonna put my tongue between your pussy lips, Mari. I’m gonna taste that pussy. I’m gonna swallow your cream as I lap, suck, and nip at your pussy. Take your hand, Mari, use your fingers for me. Rub your clit and think about my tongue flicking against it.”
Her rhythm became erratic as she got closer to her climax.
“I’m gonna slide my finger inside you while you grind against my face. I’m gonna devour you, Mari. I’m gonna eat you until you can’t feel your toes. When you slump over me, I’m gonna keep eating. I’ll hold your hips and keep you steady fucking my face, Mari. You’re gonna come so much that my cock will slide inside you with you so wet, it’ll be like thrusting in the ocean. Liquid everywhere. You ever been so wet, Mari. You ever have a man make you so wet? You gonna come for me, Mari? You gonna come on my face tonight, mi cielo?”
She whimpered as she kept riding me. She was close.
“Tell me, Mari. Tell me, who makes you wet?”
“You,” she moaned, the word dragging it out, desperate for her release.
“Who makes you come, Mari? Mi cielo, whose face are you gonna fuck tonight?”
“Yours.”
“My name, Mari. I want my name on those lips,” I growled as I quickly moved my hands to grab her hips and flip us to her being on her back. In quick succession I pounded inside her as she just moaned wildly. Her body trembled, she was there. “Say my name.”
I reached between us, finding her nub, I pressed as she cried out with her orgasm and my come shot in hot bursts inside of her.
“Javi, it’s you Javi. I’m yours,” she screamed as she rode out her orgasm.
With a quick clean up, I rushed out and left her lying spent in our bed with my come in her body. Sure, there was a risk, but I planned to make her my wife. If she got pregnant it wouldn’t be a bad thing to me.
That was a conversation we could have later.
I made my way into Miguel Silvia’s home, my sunglasses in place. I could still smell Mari on me as I settled into the office. Gabriel wasn’t at the door which surprised me. When I stepped into the space, Miguel sat at the head of the table with a strange look on his face.
The air was tense.
I didn’t like it.
I kept my sunglasses in place as I took a seat beside Miguel. This would be a mistake, but it wasn’t something I was prepared for.
It didn’t take long for the room to fill with the appropriate people. The energy was off. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
Maricio strolled in and planted himself beside me scaring me. I looked over to him and leaned in. “What the ever lovin’ fuck are you doing here?”
“Paco called mid-morning. I left, got caught up in an accident at the border but I’m here.”
“You coulda called. Your sister and Mamá will want to see you.”
He gave a little huff. “Don’t know how much time I have.”
“At least let’s go to dinner.”
“Si,” he agreed as Paco paced behind Miguel.
Paco should be taking a seat. He wasn’t. Aurelio took Paco’s normal place and nodded to me.
I knew of him, but didn’t actually know him. While he had been in the organization for as long as Maricio and I had been doing runs, he was older than us by about ten years. He went to school with my sister. They even dated for a short time. My sister, though, she wanted nothing to do with the Cartel life and I knew they ended on not so great terms when she took off to the states with the stranger named Frederick.
Aurelio kept his distance anytime we were together for work and I kept mine. He was low key and really more of an assistant to Paco than a pusher like myself or Maricio. In fact, I didn’t know of a time where Aurelio actually touched the drugs.
It wasn’t my call to make. He did his job and I did mine.
Miguel cleared his throat.
“Some changes are happening,” he began and Paco moved to stand directly behind him.
It was strange.
Too strange.
I reached behind me, grabbing my gun. Maricio put his hand on my arm stopping me. He gave the smallest shake of his head as if he knew what was happening.
That pissed me off.
This wasn’t safe. We were in danger. I could feel it. He knew something and didn’t tell me. Where was his loyalty to me over everyone? Where was his concern for my safety, his safety, which also ensured his sister’s safety?
I didn’t have time to think about it as Miguel cleared his throat again.
“Paco will be in charge going forward. I am retiring.” Miguel said the words, but my brain didn’t want to process them.
He looked to me and grabbed my wrist. My watch dug painfully into my skin. “Trust no one, Javi, not even your brother. Have no attachments and on my word make him—”
His last word was cut off as the shot fired rang through the space. My glasses protected my eyes as his blood and brain matter splattered across them and my face.
I wanted to jump up, to react, but I remained steady. I learned from watching and in watching I learned to never react.
Ever.
Paco’s sinister laugh filled the air. “You heard the man. I’m in charge of the Silvia Cartel. This is mine. I’ll be moving in. Aurelio is at my right. Maricio oversees US territories now. Javi, you will soon be joining him in the States.”
I wanted to ask what the fuck was going on. I wanted to know what Paco had on Miguel that allowe
d him to have this opportunity.
But I knew better.
I knew asking questions was a death sentence. One I couldn’t afford for my woman or my mother. They depended on my income and that meant staying alive. It was clear to me with Maricio’s behavior he wasn’t someone that I could count on anymore and neither could they.
No, I was on my own.
Chapter Eight
Mari Belle
Two Weeks Later
Things had been so good lately. For the last two weeks Javi and I had fallen into a routine together. Since I was out of school and trying to set up my online courses for college, I was home most of the time. He went to work all hours of the day and night, but not without making sure to give me a kiss and sometimes more. I knew sex felt good. The girls always talked, but sex with Javi was something I couldn’t get enough of. It made me feel empowered that he seemed to be the same about me. We were building something between us, something that would last a lifetime, I felt it in my soul.
“Pack your shit,” Maricio screamed rushing through the front door directly at me.
His eyes were wild never landing on a single thing or me. It was like he was in a rush and couldn’t stop to even take in the space. Something was off and in a big way. Panic assaulted me. Why was my brother here and not in the States? Where was Javi? Was he hurt? Did something go wrong at work? Why did I need to pack? Too many questions raced through my mind as the fear climbed higher and higher with ever passing second.
“Estella is sleeping, lower your voice.” I replied as my heart-rate picked up. I was trying to remain calm. As each second ticked by I fought to sort out what was really going on.
Maricio’s eyes rolled around like they were broken if that was possible. Was he on something? I didn’t have much experience with drug users, but in Juarez it was a common issue. I knew he had tried some. I had overheard Javi chastise him for using in the past, but I had never seen him like this.
The drugs were everywhere, here though, it was hard to escape it. You name it you could find it on these streets. Hell, knowing what my brother was tied to, he had access like few had. It made getting his fix easy. There were a few times Javi argued with Maricio to stay clean and keep his head in the game. Was that what happened today?
Maricio’s face was grief stricken and full of shock. There was a sheen of sweat covering his skin and the tips of his short hair glistened in it. He kept licking his lips as if his mouth was dry. Taking him in, I halted moving when I saw his hands were covered in blood.
“Maricio, what have you done?” This couldn’t be good. In fact, this felt like the whole world was crashing around me. My brother was always the flighty one. Javi was the rock to this family. Maricio was always reactive to whatever life threw at us. Javi always had a plan and would get Maricio back on the straight and narrow. Except right now my brother was an absolute mess and Javi was no where to be found. I had to be the one to talk him off the ledge.
“What have I done?” he wailed angrily. His voice cracked and strained with emotion. Then as if he flipped some switch the anger set it. The air tensed as his energy pulsed around us. “What has your man done? He betrayed us, Mari.” His eyes grew dark, pitch black, as the hatred filled them. Whatever had happened this was war between brothers. “He set me up.”
His words were clipped, full of passion, and definitely something he believed in. The more conviction he had the more I struggled to hold onto the reality of the Javi I knew in my heart. Maricio was certain he had been stabbed in the back. In our culture to say a man, a brother betrayed you that was a fate that sealed your death. What he was saying, if it were true, would mean Javi earned retribution. It meant Maricio would be expected to kill Javi.
“No!” I yelled shaking my head back and forth in a frenzy. “No fucking way.” It was all too much. There was no way. I didn’t care that Estella was sleeping now. I wanted her to wake up. I wanted her to come out and tell Maricio he was wrong. There was no way Javi would set him up. There was no way Javi would do this to our family. The confliction inside me was too much. What was my brother talking about? What had happened? What were both of the men I cared about caught up in? What had the cartel mixed them up in?
Javier and I had this life we were building together. I believed in our love. My entire future was wrapped up in being with Javi. He even talked about getting married and soon. We were going to skip the big wedding. A simple ceremony, I had even gone dress shopping with Estella. I was over the top happy for the first time in my life. It felt like all the pain from losing my mother was going to be the only pain I felt because I had this future with Javi. A future full of promise and happy times. I knew things were going at warp speed between us, but I felt like the love we shared was something all-consuming like that. We just knew this was our future, being together. There was no need to wait. I couldn’t believe that Javi would fight with my brother.
I couldn’t believe my brother would want me to leave Javi. After all he was the one who left us and went to America. How could he trust Javi so much one minute and want us to run from him the next? What had gone down? Maricio paced around me intensifying the situation. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as my mind struggled to process what was happening.
Maricio closed the space between us. I wasn’t prepared to have him so close. His hand raised up and came back to hit my face swiftly. The sharp pricks crept in under my skin immediately.
“Bitch, I told you to pack a fucking bag. You wanna go without your clothes? Fucking fine by me, but we leave here today!” I blinked as I fought back the tears. The pain was intense, but what I saw next would forever be engrained in my soul.
Maricio lifted the other hand with a smile the size of Texas spread across his face. He held his hand out flat, on it was a blood covered glob. My stomach revolted and I lurched in a dry heave. “An eye for an eye, Mari. I have his eye.” His tone was cold and full of malice. “What does that tell you? What does that show you? I told you he betrayed me, he betrayed us. I did this for you Mari! Now, if you want to live and you want me—your own blood, your only family—to live, then you will do what the fuck I say.” He paused like it was just registering to him that he hit me. His eyes softened only slightly. The remorse I craved was still missing. More so it was like his stare went from rage to vacant. I wasn’t talking the Maricio I knew. He continued pressing his point to me. “This is the only way to stay together, Mari. Mom would want us to be together. Don’t disappoint her as she watches over us.” The words cut me deep. How would Mamá feel if I stayed with Javi? I still didn’t even know what Javi had done. But Mamá would want me to be with Maricio I knew that. I just couldn’t shake that something more was happening here.
“And if I don’t?” I countered, angry that he had put his hands on me. Angry that he was saying all these things about Javi. “You want me to believe Javier betrayed you. You want me to believe you. Yet, you tell me nothing. Maricio, you have his eye! His fucking eye, Maricio!” I was hysterical. “You want me to leave the only family we have because you’ve fucked up somehow.”
“Swear to fuck, Mari, you will leave. I will carry you out of here.” The determination in his glare told me he spoke the truth. He would make me leave. No longer was this about giving me a choice. No he was ordering me to leave the man I loved and the only home I knew. “He doesn’t get to keep you!”
Rage filled me. That’s what this was about, not letting Javi have something over him. “I’m no fucking possession.” I was a pawn in some game Maricio was playing with Javi.
He laughed a crazy maniacal laugh that hit me deep in my belly. “Yes you are. You belong to the Silvia Cartel. If you don’t come with me, that’s what you are.”
“Fuck you,” I shrieked reaching to slap him across the face. “I’m no cartel bitch. I’m no man’s bitch!” I yelled at the top of my lungs making my declaration firm. “And don’t you or anyone else think otherwise, ever!”
This time he didn’t backhand me. Instead, his fist
came down and connected with my face. I heard the bones in my nose crack before I was aware of the pain as it radiated through my face. Blood gushed out. I held my hand to it trying to stop the flow while the tears hit. Rage consumed me. I teetered trying to keep my balance from the blow and the shock that it even happened.
He hit me. This man who proclaimed to love me, cherish me, just hit me. He spoke of Javi betraying him, but what about how he just betrayed me?
“Go to hell, Maricio!” I shouted with venom in my veins.
“Damn it, Mari, you wanna be the dumb cunt to stay with the man who is fucking you on an order, then be it. You say you aren’t a man’s bitch, but you’re more than Javier Almanza’s bitch, you’re the Silvia Cartel’s bitch if you stay here.”
His words cut me deep. How could he say such things?
Panic, dread, anguish, and terror built as my brother looked me in the eye and delivered his final blow.
“That’s right Mari, he fucked you on an order. He proposed on an order.” He reached in his back pocket pulling out a paper. “Here is the proof. A marriage license with a date. Your expiration date. Javi had to marry you on the order of Miguel Silvia. He had thirty days from your eighteenth birthday.”
“No! Miguel is dead everyone knows it,” I countered desperate to find Maricio was lying. The paper taunted me like it was laughing in my face. Everything I believed in, everything I was hoping for was ruined by this one little paper.
“The order was delivered before then, Mari. Paco says if Javi doesn’t step up and make it be, then you will be sold. Javi’s willing to let you be sold, Mari. I’m here to protect you. I fought him to save you. Now, listen to your brother and get packed.”
My heart shattered into a million pieces on the bamboo floor where I dropped to my knees as Maricio flung the paper at me. There it was plain as day, a marriage license with my name, Javi’s, and a date. “How? How could this happen?”
“I don’t know the details Mari. I just found out. It’s why I came home. Javi didn’t deny it. We fought. I told him he betrayed my family, our familia. Now, we have to go because I disobeyed my orders. Pack a bag, Mari.”
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