The man I knew…the boy I knew from ten years ago, would have done anything to keep me safe. I would have trusted him with my life and everything else back then. Why couldn’t I trust him again? Was I that afraid of getting hurt?
I tried to strengthen myself against him, and I slipped out of Moira’s guest room. She didn’t seem to be in the apartment, and I walked over to the living room and found her cell phone on the kitchen counter.
My mind was conflicted between calling Jesus and calling someone else. He had left his phone number with me earlier so that I could get in touch with him if I needed. I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted to call him and beg him for forgiveness. The truth was that there was nobody else I wanted to trust. Why had I lashed out at him? Was it because I couldn’t fathom the thought that Papi would do something like that to me? Was it because I was taking out my anger against Papi on him?
I picked up Moira’s phone and began to dial a number.
I remembered it by heart. Paola’s phone.
I hadn’t spoken to her in ten years either. We were kids back then when she got involved with the gang. Her father had been a low-rung member, who Papi used to kick around but Paola stuck with the gang. She always had plans on manipulating one of the gang members into a relationship with her. Even as a teenager, she kept her eyes on the prize. While I was falling in love with Jesus, Paola was sleeping around with the guys in the gang, trying to decide whose baby to have so that she could secure them for life.
I knew she had her eyes on Juan, and now I wondered if she was still in town, if she was still in association with the gang. We had been friends back then, and I knew there was a possibility that she wouldn’t want to be friends anymore. But girls looked out for each other, and I wondered if there was a chance that she could help me. Either way, there was nobody else I could turn to in this town anymore, especially since Jesus had washed his hands of me too. It was a flight to fight mode for me.
The phone kept ringing, and I mumbled under my breath for her to pick up. I didn’t even know if she used the same number anymore.
“Ya,” Paola’s voice was the same…screechy and high pitched and I recognized it immediately. She sounded like she was chewing a piece of gum.
“Oh, my God! Paola…it’s Valentina,” I cried into the phone, wiping tears from my cheeks. I was relieved to hear her voice, even though I didn’t know what to expect.
“Valentina! Oh, my God!” she was bursting with energy on the other end.
“I’m so sorry we haven’t spoken in years. I just didn’t know who else to call,” I cried.
“I heard what happened to you, girl. That’s crazy! Juan is going nuts here,” Paola’s voice was suddenly hushed, and I could sense that she was locking herself up in a room somewhere, to get away from prying ears.
“Listen…where are you? Are you safe?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m safe…I can’t tell you where I am, but I want to see you. I need to find out what’s really going on,” I said and kept my eye on the door as I spoke to her. I knew that Moira or Jesus or anyone from the Rogue Rebels would not be happy to know that I had gotten in touch with someone from the gang.
“Okay, yeah, we should meet. I’m so happy that you managed to escape, girl. I was so happy when I heard that,” she said and laughed, and I could tell that her laugh was genuine. No matter how much she wanted to have a baby with some asshole from the gang, her loyalties still lay with the welfare of a friend.
“Yeah, I got lucky. I’ll call you again, and we can set up a meeting, okay? I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page,” I said to her.
“Of course, girl. These fuckers need to know that they can’t treat us like this,” she said.
We said our goodbyes and I cut the call. Speaking to Paola had made me feel a little better. Even though, the truth was that I knew I was trying to compensate for the big gaping hole that Jesus had left when he walked out half an hour ago.
Chapter 13
King
I knew I was lost without her. I could feel it in my bones. However, Valentina had made it very clear to me that she had chosen her father over me. She didn’t even want to believe what I told her, she was blinded by her loyalty to her family, and I couldn’t blame her. But did she not see that Romero was dangerous? That he could hurt her again?
I left my Moria’s apartment and rode straight to the bar. No Church had been called today, but I went anyway, and as much as I’d predicted, Commando and Girth were there, drinking.
“Where have you been, brother?” Girth called out to me as they saw me approaching them at the bar counter.
“Had some things to take care of,” I replied gruffly and sat down at the bar. A bottle of beer was slid down to me as usual, and I took a large gulp.
“Were you with Valentina?” Girth added with a laugh, and I looked up and caught Commando studying me. I clenched my jaw at him, just as a group of some of the other members walked in and Girth got up to go and greet them.
“All good in Paradise?” Commando said, now that we were both alone.
“It’s hardly Paradise,” I replied to him, and took another gulp of the beer.
“What happened between you two?” Commando asked, and I gripped the bottle tighter in my hand.
“I rescued her from her prisoners. You know what happened,” I said gruffly because I wasn’t in the mood to have a chat about Valentina.
“No, I mean what happened between you two before? You seem like you know her well,” Commando said and I looked over at him, my eyes burning up with anger. I hoped that she was all right. I hoped that she hadn’t been stupid enough to leave Moira’s place where she was safe. No matter what she thought of me, I still worried about her. I wouldn’t ever stop worrying about her.
“She was the boss’ daughter, and she left town to get away from this life. And she stayed away and shouldn’t have come back. That’s what happened,” I said and took in a deep breath. The reality was just sinking in. That was the truth, wasn’t it? What was I thinking to believe that there could be anything more between us? Why had I been foolish enough to believe that she would choose me over her own family?
“She came back for you?” Commando’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“She came back for her Papi!” I snapped, and I was glaring at my friend. This conversation was only reminding me of all the stupid decisions I had made in my life. How stupid I had been to pine for a woman I could never have, for all these years.
“Has she called him yet?” Commando asked, and my mouth clamped shut in confusion. I had no idea what he was implying.
“What do you mean?” I asked, and he shrugged his shoulders.
“I mean, has she called him since you rescued her? Has she asked for a phone or requested to make a phone call so she can get in touch with him? After all, wouldn’t she want him to know that she’s safe?” Commando’s voice seeped into my brain as his words registered. I had my brows crossed as I glared at him a little more.
“Well?” he urged me when I hadn’t replied and my eyes glazed over. No, Valentina hadn’t spoken to her father yet. Even after she had chance after chance, she hadn’t asked to speak to him. If he was that important to her, and if she trusted in him as much as I thought she did, why hadn’t she called him yet?
I shook my head as I stared at Commando and a smile flickered on his face. He let out a deep happy sigh.
“Somethin’ to think about, King. The girl has chosen you,” he said and tipped his bottle over so that he drank the rest of his beer in one gulp.
I had been so caught up in the things that Valentina had lashed at me during our argument, that I’d forgotten to explore her actions. Even before I’d told her what Romero had done, she hadn’t bothered to call him. She said she was back in town for her father, and she claimed that he didn’t know about her kidnapping, why hadn’t she called him yet? Could it be, because now that she met me again, she was afraid of him? Afraid of what he might think of us?
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br /> I emptied the rest of the beer down my throat, and I stood up from the bar stool.
“Ever since you met Ava, you’ve become a fucking sentimental softie. You better check yourself before you wreck yourself,” I said and slapped my brother’s back. He laughed and shook his head because he knew he had been a huge help to me, even if I wasn’t going to admit it to him.
“I have somewhere to be,” I said, as I began to walk away.
“Of course, you do. I’ll warn my sister to stay out of the house!” I heard him say to me and I rushed out of the bar and jumped on my bike.
Did it matter what Valentina had said? What mattered was what she did. She trusted me. Deep down, I knew she did. No matter how much she tried to make, me believe that she didn’t. And it was my responsibility to make sure that she was safe, and I wasn’t going to let Romero Luis come between us again. Not this time. Not after I’d just found her again.
xxx
I opened Moira’s door with the key she had given me earlier, and when I stepped in, I saw Valentina at the kitchen sink, washing a mug. She whipped around to look at me, and she saw it in my eyes; that I wasn’t ready to give up on us yet.
I said nothing, just strode over to her and placed my hands on the sink, cornering her with my body and my arms. Her brown eyes were large, and she parted her lips. I dipped my face towards her and she sunk into me. Her hands rose up to my face, as our tongues lashed against each other’s, lips sliding over lips, stifled breaths mingling.
She was wearing an old pair of denim shorts, and I’d already clocked her endless legs in them. The t-shirt she was wearing was a thin cotton, and I could see her nipples through the fabric. Her long chestnut hair hung behind her, and I grabbed a fistful of it, tugging her face closer to mine.
“Moira…she could come home,” Valentina managed to get the words out when she pulled herself away from me.
“She’s not coming back,” I said and lifted her up by her waist. She was sitting on the edge of the sink now, perched on her bubble butt on it and the back of her head knocked against the cabinet doors.
“I’m going to have to rip this t-shirt off you,” I growled and clutched the loose neck of the garment. Valentina gasped when I ripped through the middle, and it fell away on to the floor.
“It was Moira’s!” she squealed, and I heard the sound of a giggle in her voice.
“She won’t give a shit,” I growled, and my mouth latched on to hers again. Her breasts bounced against my chest as I tipped myself into her. The kiss was wild, animalistic, and I wanted her to know just how desperately I wanted to possess her.
My hands cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples, and Valentina stretched her torso, her body quivered from my touch. I could feel her nails digging into the back of my neck, and I stepped away from her again.
Quickly, I removed my jacket and my shirt. She was watching me with her large brown eyes as I unbuckled my jeans and slid them down my legs. My cock was tenting my underwear, and her eyes glowed. She knew she had an irresistible effect on me and she licked her lips and moaned.
I grabbed her denim shorts, unbuttoning them quickly and I pulled them down. Her fluorescent pink thong was tiny, and I ripped it apart as well.
“I’ll need to go shopping after this,” she joked as I lowered myself down on the floor, bending my knees in front of her.
Her pussy was wet and juicy, and I stared hungrily at it. This pussy had driven me mad all my life and was still making me do crazy things.
“You can do whatever you want, baby,” I said softly as I brought my mouth closer to her wetness.
“Jesus…” she said my name breathily and weaved her nails into my hair, ruffling the long strands and then she threw her head back in anticipation. My mouth was an inch away from her pussy now, and she had parted her legs wide. My breath fell on her hot wet core, and I could see goose bumps erupting on her skin.
“Don’t move!” I commanded, as she rotated her hips in desperation and then stopped.
My first taste of her came when I slowly extended my tongue into her folds. Valentina gasped and moaned, and I drew my tongue back.
“Jesus…please, don’t stop…” she begged, and I smiled, extending my tongue again. I used it to part her folds, slipping it into her slit and tasting her musky sweetness. She was so juicy, so wet, and I knew I could make her come like this. Come over and over again.
I concentrated on her clit first, which I could feel was engorged and throbbing for my mouth. Valentina quivered, her grip on my hair became tighter. I looked up at her to see that she had her eyes pressed closed, her mouth was hanging open, and I stroked her clit some more. I was teasing her, and she shuddered, wanting more.
My tongue plunged into her folds again, this time I thrust deep. My lips latched on to her slit, and I started sucking, and alternating with licking and sucking some more. She was moving her hips again, clutching both her breasts with her hands. I watched as she teased her nipples, her tiny waist moving and rotating with every thrust of my tongue. I couldn’t get enough of her heady scent or her musky taste. I enjoyed watching this hold I had over her body.
When Valentina screamed, I knew she wasn’t going to hold back much longer. I plunged my tongue in, over and over into her pussy till she released herself with one final shudder. Her orgasm took over her whole body, and she continued to scream with pleasure. I didn’t stop sucking and licking, teasing her clit and the folds of her pussy, till every last drop of her cum was slathered over my mouth and lips.
Her breathing was harsh, and she had been squeezing her breasts tightly. When her orgasm began to subside, she let them go, and they swung into release, red from the pressure of her hands.
I stood up and patted her throbbing pussy gently as I did. She moaned again and opened her glazed over tired eyes at me.
“I want more, Jesus,” she said, with a pleading voice and I smiled at her, satisfied by her satisfaction.
“Who said I’m done?” I said, and I licked my lips, making sure that I didn’t ever forget the taste of her delicious pussy.
xxx
I pulled my boxers down and stood in front of Valentina, with my cock pointed straight at her pussy.
“Touch yourself. I want you to feel what my mouth was doing to you,” I commanded and reached for my cock.
Valentina’s lips parted, and I saw that her fingers were trembling when she edged her hand lower down her belly…towards her pussy.
I was already hard, and now my cock grew in my hand as I stroked it. Valentina was magnificent to look at. Her body was lithe and petite, her eyes were glazed over and wide, her lips were glossy, and her breasts shuddered. Her fingers had found her clit, and now she was moving her fingers in a circling motion on it. A moan escaped her lips, and I started stroking my cock harder.
“Good girl. Now put a finger in,” I growled, and her eyes grew wider if that was even possible. She slipped a forefinger into her pussy and gasped.
“I’m still wet,” she said in surprise like this had never happened to her before, and I laughed.
“Good,” I said and stroked my erect throbbing cock. I wanted to be inside her, but I wanted to watch her come again. I thought I was satisfied, but I wasn’t. I needed to see her come one more time before I let myself release.
Valentina rubbed her clit with her thumb while sliding her finger in and out of her folds. She wasn’t lying, she was indeed wet, and now I could see more of her juices slipping out of her. I licked my lips again, to get a taste of her, and my hand slid over my cock in quick jerks.
“Jesus!” she called out my name and gripped the edge of the kitchen counter with her free hand.
“Faster, baby, you can do it,” I urged her on, as I watched her nearing her second orgasm now. She wasn’t holding back; her finger was sliding deep inside her, and I watched as her body shuddered with every stroke.
“Oh, my God!” she screamed as another wave of orgasm washed over her. I stopped stroking my cock, all I coul
d do was just stare at her as she came. Our eyes were locked, she was moaning, and her body shook with the orgasm. When she was done, she was whimpering, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself any longer.
I lunged at her again, parting her quivering thighs. I lifted one of her legs up by her knee and laid it down straight on my chest. Her foot was on my shoulder, limp and powerless next to my ear, and I cupped her right breast with my other hand.
I thrust my cock into her easily. I grunted with the force as my cock plunged into her. Valentina gasped and then moaned as I reached deep inside her, stroking the spot I knew would get her going again. She was so tight, so sweet. No matter how many times I plunged my cock into her, it was like a brand-new experience every time.
The lips of her pussy tightened around my cock, like a noose, as I pulled out. Only partially. I couldn’t get enough of her.
My cock slid into her again, reaching deep within, and I tightened my grip on her knee. Valentina gasped and writhed as I picked up the pace. Plowing deep inside and then sliding out. Over and over again until she was moving about like a rag doll, completely in my power.
My eyes roamed her body. Her perfect perky breasts, those pale brown nipples…her breasts had grown since we were teenagers. She had a woman’s body now, and there was nothing more delicious in the world than a taste of her. Her pussy tightened and loosened with every thrust, sucking me in and then releasing me as I pulled out.
“Fuck! I’m going to come!” I groaned, and she moved her hips faster.
“Come inside me, Jesus…come for me,” she whispered, and her voice was all I needed to hear. Her long shiny chestnut hair lay messily over both her shoulders, her foot dangled near my face as I plunged deeper and deeper into her. Her pussy was overtaking my body, that sweet seductive pussy that I couldn’t get enough of.
I called out her name in a growl as I felt the release. My seed shot straight and fast into her, and my body jerked and revolted. In those moments of coming, I felt completely helpless and powerless. There was no point in resisting the complete blackout control she had over me. I was willing to do anything to keep having her.
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