Old Money Roulette: Complete Trilogy

by Natalie Bennett

  “I just…” My sentence trailed off and whatever I was going to say was forgotten as he hooked one of my legs over his hip and positioned his cock at my entrance.

  “You just won’t run, however tempting it may be.” He pushed his thick length inside me with one solid thrust, erecting a sharp gasp from my lungs. He dug the tips of his fingers into my thigh and rocked into me. “If you ever run away from me, I will hunt you down and I will find you.”

  He implored the seriousness of his warning with his blazing eyes.

  “I won’t run,” I managed to get out, latching onto his broad shoulders.

  “Good.” He smiled brightly. “Because if it ever comes down to that, you’ll have the privilege of watching as I burn the Rias estate to the ground and slaughter your last remaining relatives before your very eyes.”

  He stroked my cheek with a gentleness that was completely at odds with his dark promise before proceeding to fuck me with no restraint.

  My walls clenched down around him despite his words. My nipples hardened and I urged him to go deeper even as confusion battered my mental armor.

  After everything that had happened, and knowing it was just the beginning, you’d think this would be one of the last things on my mind. But it was the opposite. It was sick and all kinds of wrong, but this was me.

  There was an inexplicable thrill in doing something I knew I shouldn’t. I liked the rollercoaster kind of high it gave me.

  I was addicted to all the feelings he gave me, the good and the bad.

  I grasped onto his hair, pulling his mouth down to mine, forcing him to swallow my moans.

  If it weren’t for the shower wall and his body it would have been impossible to stay upright and take what he was giving me.

  He slightly lifted me from the floor, picking up his pace. My orgasm hit me unexpectedly, sweeping through me in a knee-buckling wave of pleasure. I dug my nails into Mateo’s neck, shamelessly screaming out my release.

  I’d barely come down when he pulled out. He lowered my leg and stepped back, grabbing a fistful of my hair. I sucked my teeth when he forced my knees down on the slick tile.

  “Suck me,” he demanded.

  Blinking water from eyes, I shifted closer and parted my lips preparing to take him.

  He let my hair go just to re-gather it in the opposite hand.

  My head was forced forward and his cock slammed into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

  I gagged and tried to scoot away but his grip was too harsh. He continued to fuck my face with the same momentum. Every time I choked or gasped he thrust harder.

  My jaw began to ache and a stinging sensation danced across my scalp. There was snot running from my nose. Excess saliva pooled onto his shaft, running down to his balls. I was disgusted with myself. I was aroused. I was letting too many of my fucked up issues make an appearance, and I couldn’t stop.

  I moved my hand from his thigh and began to fondle his balls whilst flicking my tongue back and forth across the rim of his tip.

  “Yes, anjo,” he groaned, tightening his grip in his hair. After a few more thrusts, the tangy taste of his semen drizzled down on my tongue and coated the roof of my mouth.

  He kept himself fully planted in my throat, ensuring I swallowed every last drop before finally pulling out.

  Grasping his cock in his hand, he squeezed out another drop of come onto his thumb and wiped it on my lower lip. I followed the action with a swipe of my tongue, swallowing it like I’d done the rest.

  He said something I couldn’t understand and smiled down at me, reaching for my hands to help me stand again.

  I reached for a wash rag that he was quick to take the second I picked it up. I stood still and let him clean my entire body simply because I liked the feel of his hands on me. He saved my face for last, letting the mess settle on my skin.

  When he finished with himself, he turned me so that I was facing him head on.

  “Wait five minutes and then come out. I’m going to leave something on the bed.” There was no further explanation given.

  He kissed me softly and then stepped out of the shower.

  I stood beneath the spray of water counting backward from sixty, wondering what it could be. I only made it to three minutes before I said fuck it and let my curiosity get the better of me.

  Skipping clothes for the moment, I wrapped my shivering body and wet locks in plush towels.

  Upon entering the bedroom, I spotted a simple cotton jersey dress laid out on the bed beside another inconspicuous white box with a blue ribbon tied across it.

  It was the same size as the one the queen of diamonds had been in, giving me a case of déjà vu.

  Tucking the towel beneath my arms, I sat on the bed and lifted the box onto my lap. I undid the ribbon and removed the lid.

  The moment I did time seemed to pause.

  My brain worked quickly bouncing the probability of what I was looking at around in my head.

  Inside was a thin black iPhone with a slim diagonal crack on the right hand side.

  A phone case with faded glittering cherries confirmed I was really looking at my sister’s phone.

  Beside it were two cards: one was plain white and simply said omit.

  The other was the distorted face of a joker.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Too many questions, not enough answers.

  I couldn’t find a single soul inside the house, almost as if Mateo had told everyone to make themselves scarce.

  Given he still had my cellphone, I couldn’t even call anyone.

  The landline that should have been attached to the wall in the kitchen housing top of the line appliances, enough to make culinary connoissuer weep, was gone.

  Eva’s phone no longer dialed out and I’m not sure how anyone would feel getting contacted by a girl that was supposed to be dead...unless they already knew she wasn’t.

  Needing answers right then and there and unable to get them, I began making my way towards the garage.

  Mateo told me I was allowed to leave unless he said otherwise. I considered this to be one of those times. If it wasn’t he could personally tell me that himself.

  My entire trek to the garage I felt as if someone was watching me. Looking around, though, all I saw was emptiness, and the only sound came from the soft footfalls of my comfy flats.

  I had yet to find any cameras no matter how hard I squinted, but I knew in the back of my mind they were there.

  The Cadillac was parked just like he’d claimed it would be, with the key fob in the middle console alongside a limitless black visa and credit card with my soon to be new name on them.

  Elena C Remmington was in that little silver font.

  Shaking my head, I tossed the cards back inside and slammed the leather cover back down.

  Seeing the garage door opener now attached to my visor, I hit the button, tapped pushed to start, and made my exit.

  As I circled around the drive, I realized Mateo’s pretty blue classic Mustang and flashy SUV were in the garage, but his blacked out Wraith was missing.

  He had a great habit of vanishing and reappearing at the most opportune times–for him that is.

  I wasn’t sure if it was the car or that Mateo had given them permission to let me pass, but none of the guards tried to stop me from leaving.

  I headed towards my parents’––my––estate. My grams or uncle were the only two people who would have answers to any of my questions, aside from the enigmatic kingpin I was marrying.

  Like, how he ended up with my sister’s damn phone. Or, how they couldn’t possibly have known where she was when my grams number was one of Eva’s last points of contact with ten minute conversation the day same she went missing. She’d boldy lied to my face when I asked her if she knew anything.

  Every single one of my missed calls and texts were logged as seen, letting me know that Mateo was fully aware I was looking for her.

  It made me question what their true relationship was wi
th one another. Maybe Eva was sleeping with both Mateo and his father?

  I banished that disgusting thought the second I considered it.

  Mateo would never share anyone he was seeing regardless how serious they were–– that just wasn’t his M-O.

  Not five minutes later, I was pulling up to the estate. Taking a good look at it, I began to see just how much it stood out in the midst of the other Remmington Hill homes and all the minor details that hadn’t been maintained like they should have since my parents’ passing.

  Getting out, I made my way to front door and knocked twice before ringing the bell.

  Not receiving a response or hearing any movement inside that indicated someone was coming, I tried the door.

  I became slightly concerned when it swung right open. Regardless of how safe the neighborhood was, when you lived amongst killers and thieves you never left your doors unlocked.

  “Hello?” My voice carried, and the responding silence was deafening.

  I checked the first level and my concern grew. The house was filthy.

  The garbage disposal had a curdled milk smell emanating from it, and there were a few unrinsed dishes in the sink.

  In the living room there were three empty beer bottles and an overflowing ash tray. This wasn’t the way my grams would live. Ever.

  The garage was empty, making me believe that neither she nor my uncle were home––but it didn’t explain the condition of the house.

  On the second level, I checked each room, my level of concern growing even more when I saw the bloodstains on my uncle’s bedroom wall and his messy unmade bed.

  Heading for my grams room next, I pushed open the door and saw her bed was made and everything else was in place.

  The only thing immediately noticeable was the box that sat in the center of her bed. Of course, it was white with the typical blue ribbon tied to the top of it.

  I was over seeing these things already. They never led to answers, only questions.

  Questions led to Mateo, the most infuriatingly elusive person I’d ever met.

  Walking to the box, I begrudgingly unwound the ribbon and flipped off the lid. The only thing inside was another joker card and the copy of a birth certificate that had definitely come from a different timezone than mine.

  Lifting it up, I examined the names of my grams and grandfather listed as the birth parents.

  “This isn’t right,” I mused to myself, when I read the name of the child: Ricardo Rias. In the box meant to specify birth, triplets was checked.

  I didn’t understand.

  My father wasn’t grams’ son, and as far as I knew, he was an only child.

  The date of birth, though, was the same as my mother’s.

  Suddenly feeling lightheaded, I sat down on the bed, trying to process what this could possibly mean.

  The similarities between my parents’ resemblance, the dirty looks I could recall from certain people, and the overall oddness to their general relationship in spite of how close they seemed all began to make a sickening amount of sense.

  I couldn’t wrap my head around them being brother and sister––twins––no triplets, so did that mean someone was missing? God, I was a baby of incest? My stomach churned violently as a thousand scenarios played out like a silent movie before my eyes.

  Expelling a breath, I let the paper float to the floor and ran my hands through my barely combed hair, tugging on the ends. What was wrong with my family? How deep was their dark well of secrets? At this point I felt as if I’d already hit the rocky bottom and now I was just sinking into an endless abyss.

  I hated them for leaving me to deal with this alone. I had so many questions and none of them were here to answer or explain this.

  None of them were around to help me when I needed them. Trying not to be bitter or angry was far easier said than done. It seemed you never relly knew someone, not even those closest to you.

  As I sat staring off into headspace it dawned on me that this box was set up before I’d arrived.

  Mateo knew I’d come here. But how?

  How was he always one step ahead of me?

  Scrubbing a hand over my face, I cursed at the empty air. What the entire hell was going on? My mind was scrambled, being pulled in too many different directions.

  Standing up from the bed, I picked the paper up, tucked it in my little purse beside Eva’s cellphone, and headed for the door.

  Chapter Fourteen

  She burst into the house looking prepared to raise hell.

  I loved when she got like this, flustered and confused.

  She charged in with zero regard for anything other than getting her momentous number of questions answered; she wasn’t expecting me to be waiting for her just inside the door.

  I was leaning against the wall dressed in a simple pair of slacks and a navy blue dress shirt, deep in thought.

  When she saw me her face morphed into an amusing scowl causing mine to change into a megawatt smile.

  “There you are.” I pushed off the wall and went right up to her, unceremoniously pulling the purse from her shoulder.

  “What are you doing?”

  She reached for it, but I easily thwarted her stretching hand, slipping an arm around her middle and guiding her down the hall. The long gorgeous locks I loved to wrap around my fist were still damp from her shower. The soft dress she had on hugged the curves I couldn’t get enough of. She’d left my favorite part of her, her face, bare and open for all to judge.

  “Where are grams and my uncle?” she asked, following it up with “You’ve known about all this the entire time?”

  She sniffed when she caught the strong aroma of garlic bread when we got closer to the dining room.

  “I know many things about you, Elena. And everything I didn’t know…How long do you think it took me to find out?” I responded with a slight variation of what we’d discussed in our early days.

  Leading her into the room where the table was set and the motives lit, I pulled out a dining chair for her to sit in and then claimed my natural seat at the head of the table.

  She rubbed her brow and sighed. “Why do you have to keep leaving these boxes? You said you’d give me what I needed so I had answers; all you’ve done is given me more questions.”

  My cook swarmed in with our dinner before I could respond. He silently placed the spaghetti, bread, and salads in front of us before disappearing as quickly as he’d come in.

  “That’s Gerald, our cook,” I answered the silent question.

  “And I am giving you everything you need to get the answers you want. It’s up to you to figure out what it is I’m telling you, and then decide what you want to do with that information.” I poured her a glass of wine, and then one for myself.”

  “You knew I was an...incest baby?” she nearly whispered.

  “It’s a safely guarded secret in your family, but yes, I know. Your parents’ are brother and sister.”

  “How can that not bother you even a little bit?”

  I wanted to tell her it very much bothered me. Her family was a sick bunch of new money parasites. However, that wasn’t my Elena’s fault. We were all children of a union, a specific coupling that resulted in two plus two equals four. Whether it be from love or hate, moral or immoral, none of us personally asked to be made.

  She looked at me with so much emotion warring in her eyes.

  My beautiful anjo was beginning to drown in herself. It was such a lovely sight.

  “You are not your parents’ mistakes or your family’s past. You are your own person and that person happens to be a beautiful queen I intend to keep by my side, regardless of what you discover.” I held her gaze with mine, wanting her to see how serious I was.

  Nothing about her would ever reveal her bloodline. I’d made sure it could never be used against her in anyway.

  In the game of Old Money, it was survival of the richest. It would have been far too easy for someone else with the right funds to uncover this lit
tle secret, but she didn’t need to know that.

  She sighed and looked away, picking up her fork.

  “Oh, and before I forget.” Reaching into my pocket, I retrieved an orange pill bottle and sat it in front of her.

  “Your pills. Your cellphone is upstairs, plugged in.”

  “Um...thanks,” she said, eyeing the pills suspiciously. I didn’t blame her; they looked like they always had but they weren’t the same ones from before––something else she didn’t need to know just yet.

  “Eat.” I nodded at her plate, digging into my own.

  “Why did you have Eva’s cellphone?” she demanded after she’d taken a few forced bites of her pasta. She was a quick learner, I wouldn’t have said anything else until she did that.

  “It was left behind on my father’s nightstand,” I openly admitted.

  Her fork stopped twirling the string of spgahetti around it mid-spin.

  I practically saw it really settle in that her sister had been fucking my father.Feeling the need to give her a bone, I shared some information I knew would make her feel a little better.

  “Eva is closer than you think. She is not hungry, she is not being hurt, but she is detained. You more than likely do not believe me, but I promise I won’t lie to you, Elena. I never have outside of the game.”

  She swallowed and nodded her head, taking a sip of red.

  “There’s an event tomorrow evening. I want you there with me.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “Why would I not be sure?” I squinted at her questioningly.

  “I’m not good with your kind of people.”

  “My kind of people?”

  “Yes––rich, sophisticated, and in one social circle kinds of people.”

  I sat my utensil down and stared at her, genuinely troubled by that answer. “You are rich, and sophisticated, and you’re going to be my wife, which means you’re in my social circle.”

  “So does that mean you knew my sister?”

  I made an involuntary sound in my throat, holding back laughter.

  “I was waiting for you to bring this up,” I eyed her with what I knew was an uncomfortable amount of scrutiny. Nothing I said would make this news better.