by ChaShiree M.
Eco’s Heart
The Valladares Family Saga, Book Two
ChaShiree M.
KinkyBoo Publishing
Copyright © 2019 by ChaShiree M.
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Contents
Blurb
Eco’s and Eva’s Playlist
1. Eco
2. Eva
3. Eco
4. Eva
5. Eco
6. Eva
7. Eco
8. Eva
9. Eco
10. Eva
11. Eco
12. Eva
13. Eco
14. Eco
Epilogue
Epilogue
About the Author
Acknowledgments
Coming Soon
Dedicated to you, my readers. Eco is everything I have ever written wrapped up in one, sexy, filthy, loving, faithful, don’t give no fuck Alpha. Enjoy!!!
Blurb
Eco
They call me Eco, because my brand of vengeance ripples through your whole family.
I never wanted that kind of power held over me. So love….not in my future.
Until the day I kidnapped my HEART.
May Satan come for whomever tries to take her from me. HE might be more MERCIFUL.
Eva
I know who my family is, despite their attempts to shield me. I have always known.
Which is why I decided a life outside of this world, is my destiny. I vowed to never be a pawn in the life I was born into.
Until ECO sent a surge through me, that will be felt for the rest of my life.
He thinks he has to protect me from his enemies.
It’s them who should watch out. Together, we are MORE than lethal.
We are the RIPPLE you don’t see COMING!
This is book two of the La Familia Valladares Saga. Will the Benevides and Valladares families be able to merge and forget their hatred for one another? Or will they lose one of their own in the process?
Eco’s and Eva’s Playlist
Sucker for Pain-Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa, Imagine Dragons ft. Logic, Ty Dolla Sign and X Ambassadors
Heathen-Twenty One Pilots
Dusk till Dawn-Zayn Malik and Sia
Lover-Taylor Swift
Not Afraid Anymore- Halsey
Bad Things-Machine Gun Kelly ft. Camila Cabello
Filthy- Justin Timberlake
Dance for You-Beyoncé
1
Eco
What am I doing sitting outside in the dark like a fucking creeper you might ask? Biding my time. I have had my guys watching her for the past two weeks memorizing her routine. As far as I can tell, she’s not doing anything special. She goes to school, her parents’ house and occasionally she makes a detour in a chemistry lab, which is not shocking considering what I know about her.
To be honest, the problem is not her. It’s me. I can’t believe I am doing this shit. When my dad brought it up, I thought he was joking. Should have known the great Hector Valladares Sr. wouldn’t joke about anything. But come on. An arranged marriage with three daughters from the other families, like we are stuck in the 30’s and 40’s? I almost wanted to ask him if he had lost his damn mind. Especially since my mind and heart is set on someone else. And considering my mother would have our asses if she thought we were being unfaithful, there is no way I could go through with this. Who the fuck does he think he raised? Barbarians? I almost laughed him out of the office until I saw the file that had her picture in it. It was her. My treasure. My vision.
I saw her one day as she was walking down the street and I was sitting in the car. As usual I was going over emails like I normally do when my driver is taking me from one place to the next. I happened to look over, and I saw this angel floating out of a building. She was the one bright light in an otherwise dreary day. Literally. My breath caught in my chest. I forgot to exhale and began to feel lightheaded. I instructed my driver, rather hoarsely, to follow her. Still not registering my lack of oxygen, my eyes would not leave her. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, chanting over and over, ‘take her...take her…she is yours...make her yours.’ I knew without knowing her name, my chest and the beast within me was correct. But something was stopping me from getting out of the car and going to her. It wasn’t until we had come to the restaurant, and I saw a man greet her, with his hand around her waist. It is then my breath left my lungs and my body began to shake. How dare he put his hands on what belongs to me?
I exited the car and went inside the restaurant asking to be seated across from them, partially hidden behind some plants. My hands, clenching and unclenching as I stop myself from launching across the restaurant and killing him.
I watch as they talk and she laughs, though obviously not fully. Even from a distance I can see the annoyance in her eyes and the way her body tenses every time he touches her. When his hand lands on her shoulder, and I see his fingers apply pressure I jump out of my seat to finally end this, only to be thwarted by her rising and him following. I jumped back in my car and had my driver follow her. When she stopped in front of Avicii Gardens, my mind began to sort through the information I had about the property. I made a mental note to have my father’s attorney look up who owned it. Somehow, I feel like I know, but right now, my mind can think of nothing but HER. It isn’t until he turns around that I recognize him. Anatoly Popov. The son of Russian mobster Kostas Popov. What the fuck? How the hell is she involved with him?
“Alex?”
“Boss?”
“Find out who the girl is and how she is connected to Popov. NOW! Meanwhile, follow him.” It is on this night, this day, at this hour, that I lost my mind. It is this moment that changed everything. We followed him to his apartment, where I watched him go upstairs and turn on the lights. I waited minutes, moments really for him to become aware that his life was in danger. When his lights went back out, I crept up the balcony, using my years of training from my father and the military guys he hired to teach my brothers and I how to get in and out undetected among other things. I stood over him, waiting for him to feel my presence, something, so that I could tell him why he was about to die. I have always liked looking a man in his eyes when I am going to dim them.
Fucking moron, didn’t blink once. The shot went straight through the head and he never saw it coming.
This has gone on for weeks now. My father would kill me if he knew the amount of bodies that have piled up as I have watched and waited. It’s like the moment I see her with a man who is not me, I become someone else. I become a shell of the thoughtful, well-spoken being my papa raised. I become some Neanderthal, caveman, thug, who has to prove his worth. Prove he is worthy of his woman. By God I want her to find me worthy of her light. Of her sweetness. Of the innocence I can’t help but feel she harbors. She has never once allowed any of the guys she went out with upstairs to her place, which fills me with a desire like you wouldn’t believe. Knowing that makes my cock happy. My balls harden as I think about how tight her pussy is going to be when I finally breech it, breeding her instantaneously, because let’s face it, she will belong to me forever. I just hope she can be happy when she finds this out.
I am the businessman in my family. The one that handles all the paperwork, the buying and selling of businesses. I went to college to be this person. But I am also the assassin. I am the ‘exterminator’ if you will. When you fuck ov
er the Valladares Clan and you won’t take a hint, they send me in to eradicate your whole species. Your family. Your in-laws. Your associates. Everyone but your women and children. We don’t hurt women and children.
Finally, I woke up this morning, and decided enough was enough. Thus, bringing me to this moment. Deciding the coast is clear, I step out of my 2019 Aston Martin Vantage, making sure not to smudge the door as I close it. I turn and check, taking a moment to admire my latest conquest. There are only five of these in existence in the world and I own the only one in North America. Hell, I paid $275,000 to make sure no one would ever own one here, besides me. I even bribed a few public officials to make sure they never allow any foreign dignitaries or visitors, to bring theirs here if they already own one. A man like me, doesn’t things that others do. Which is why my Eva will be my greatest treasure yet. Making sure there is no one around yet again, I walk into her complex and in through the back door of her building. Fucking door is not locked. This makes me mad as fuck like what I am about to do is somehow better than her not being protected by a lock. Get a grip Eco. As I walk through the door of her apartment, I can hear the shower going in her bathroom. My body begins to react as it hears water running. I take this moment to look around her bedroom. I see pictures of her and her family. In them, she seems happy, but I sense something missing in her eyes. I imagine that being the youngest child of Paolo and Julia Benevides. Her family was the one closest to my own, but not so much anymore. Our father’s father’s were best friends when they were younger. When the fathers fell out, they no longer let their children play with one another. The Benevides Family moved to the other side of the state and no one but the heads of the families have laid eyes on one another since. We are all in charge of our side of the state, but my family is the head of the overall organization. Hence the reason that I never laid eyes on Eva until that day.
I continue to walk her room slowly, trying to take in as much as I can, memorizing the things about her I didn’t know from my investigation and my stalking. When I come to her laundry hamper, I see a gold pair of lace panties and my mouth begins to water. I feel like a starving lunatic right now. Not bothering with trying to talk myself out of it, I grab the panties taunting me and put them to my nose. Mistake. Holy shit!!! All I smell is sugar and musk. I can feel the tangy bits, going down my throat as I imagine my tongue inside of her pussy, licking it clean, sucking her clit until she spills over in my mouth again over and over. Fuck! My hand grips my cock through my pants as he begins making himself known.
“Who the hell are you?” I hear her say as she gasps, no doubt shocked from seeing me with her panties to my nose about to jack off in her room. I turn to face her, and by God that is a mistake. She is more than any wet dream, dripping all over the floor, with nothing but a small towel covering her from me. My mouth won’t work, it's so dry right now, not sure what to say. I simply stare at her, taking in what curves of her body that I can make out. Allowing my eyes, to create a roadmap to all the spots I am going to love marking. Like her neck. That spot between her ample breasts. Those lips that need my bites to make them swell. Fuck. This is not helping.
“I asked you a question. Who are you and what do you want?” I contemplate how much to say to her but decide on the truth.
“Hola. I am your fiancé and I want nothing, but you. Beside me, under me, on top of me. I don’t care what order either. Now get dressed, before I decide to check that list off right now.”
There. Straight to the point always works.
2
Eva
Crap. I knew I should have taken my father up on his offer for guards posted at my door. But I honestly didn’t think I would need them. Sure, I am the only daughter of a mobster and my brothers are all in the life, but truly, I have nothing to do with it. Occasionally I can be seen accompanying my mother to a charity event or two, but normally, I go to school, where I am working on my BS in Medical Sciences, with a grant in Cancer Research. I go home and visit my family and other than a date here or there, compliments of my mom trying to set me up with guys from other mafia families or guys that have connections, I am a homebody. So, when my father said, “Eva, my darling, let Vinnie send a guy to guard you. It guts me to have you out there with no protection.” He hugged me as he said it. I learned it never pays to argue with him. But, on some things, I simply put my foot down.
“Father, I love you. But I must insist that you don’t. I am perfectly fine on my own. I love you for thinking of me.” Surprisingly enough, it worked. So, stepping out of my bathroom, coming face to face with a man I have never seen before is not working in my favor.
“Wh-who are you? I want an answer. And what do you mean ‘my fiancé’?’” I try to make my voice sound as stable as I can hoping maybe he will but it and give me some answers.
“We have time to talk later. Get dressed. Pack a bag. We have a plane to catch.” He says nothing else. I find it humorous that he thinks he can come into m condo and tell me what to do.
“No. I am not going anywhere with you. I don’t know who the hell you are. Did my father send you? Are you another one of my mother's fixups? You just thought you’d stop by, introduce yourself and maybe get a quickie?” I try to use as much sarcasm as possible. I am not ready for the growl that leaves his mouth or the subsequent pinning to the wall that happens as his hand goes around my throat.
“You’d do well to remember not to mention other men who have touched you in front of me. Understand, Diosa?” His mouth is mere inches from mine, and when I should be screaming, fighting against him, at the very least trying to remove his hand from my throat, I do nothing. Something about him makes me feel like he won’t hurt me. Like, somehow, I am safe with him. ‘Good grief, Eva. You need to finally get laid if a man who broke into your place and has you naked pinned against the wall, makes you feel safe.’ I chastise myself rolling my eyes. When I do that though, my eyes land on his mouth and it takes everything in me to stop the moan threatening to leave as I think about what his goatee would feel like rubbing against my thighs as his mouth used me for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
“Get dressed baby,” his voice somehow hoarser and gruffer. “I won’t have your first time be like this.” He releases me and moves to the other side of the room. That action pisses me off. Which in turn pisses me off that I am pissed off. Yeah makes no sense, even to me. But nevertheless, I decide to be petulant about it.
“What makes you think I am a virgin to begin with?” I am feeling good about myself with that smartass remark. I am about to pat myself on the back when I feel my eyes getting wider as his face totally changes. Oh shit. His nostrils flare and I swear he grows about 5 inches. His shoulders are heaving up and down as his fists clench in and out and suddenly I am thinking that wasn’t such a good idea to be poking the bear. Especially one I know nothing about.
“Tell me who the fuck he is. I want his name right now. What dead motherfucker thought he had the right to take something that belonged to ME?? WHO. IS. HE?” He yells. Now I know something is wrong with me because that just made my pussy flood. Yep. She is fucking panting and weeping.
“It was no one. I’m…still a virgin.” I whisper the last part not happy to be admitting that to him. Come to think of it, I seem to be the only person giving up information.
“You have five minutes to get ready or I will walk you out of here on my shoulder, in just your towel.” Did I mention that every time he calls me ‘Goddess’ I want to drop to my knees for him? This beautiful, sexy man thinks I am a Goddess. Well what the hell does that make him? Somehow calling him a God, doesn’t do him justice. He is about 5’10, obviously Cuban judging by his dark skin and the accent that pops in and out depending on what he is saying. He’s not overly built, but I can see the definition under his t-shirt, not to mention when he had me against the wall, my pussy could feel all the hard edges to him. And I do mean ALL. I have to admit though, that his eyes are what draw me in. And they are dark. Not just in color. Dark, filled w
ith all the things he has seen, done and commanded. But they are also beautiful and when he looks at me, I feel as if he is seeing me. Crazy right?! How can he, when he doesn’t even know me? We just met.
Simply standing here, back against the wall, holding my towel, I know I shouldn’t be pushing a man such as him to the brink, especially considering I am more than positive he is part of my father’s organization. I know they can be dangerous and lethal, but I find myself wanting to defy him. Needing to test him and see how far he takes it. Yeah, I have somehow gone off the deep end.
“Two minutes. You are running out of time.” He moves slightly off the other wall, crosses his arms and my body begins to hyperventilate. With his arms crossed, his chest expands and holy hell. I look him up and down, licking my lips, not bothering to hide my obvious attraction for him. I can feel my chest heaving up and down, sweat forming on my brows. There is a tingling starting all over me, beginning in my toes and moving up rapidly, warning me that I am becoming unglued, greedy and needy for this man I have just met, who could kill me with one hand. But what a way to go.
“Stop looking at me like that, baby. I might get ideas,” he says, his chest now moving up and down.
“Oh yea? And what ideas would that be?” I don’t recognize my own voice right now, but fuck, I want to know. The truth is, from the moment I saw him standing in my room, I have been pulsing, throbbing if I am honest. The question is, what will it cost me?