“Where have you kept her?” I hissed, closer to him now and he smiled some more.
“Or what? Little Jesus Moreno…” he said and smoothened the top of his greasy hair with a hand.
“Are you going to shoot me? You’re never going to shoot me, brother. Not after everything we’ve been through,” he said, and for the first time in my life, I could feel the gun shaking in my hand.
Images of Juan beating the crap out of me came flashing through my mind. His cackling laugh, the joy in his eyes as he broke my jaw with punch after punch, my screams and pleading for him to stop. His forceful blows as he made me stand in a corner and watch the way he was beating up my friends.
“You’re never going to shoot me, Jesus…you can’t. We’re brothers, we’ve been through too much,” his voice sizzled in the air, and I blinked. I could feel a drop of sweat bouncing off my eyelid and falling on my cheek.
“Just stand down, Jesus. Let’s just sit and talk,” I heard him say through the white noise in my head and that was when I knew…Juan was afraid. For the first time in my life, I saw fear in his eyes. In the eyes of the guy I had always despised, who I had been too afraid of as a kid. Whose memories I had buried deep in the back of my mind somewhere. Now, he was the one at my mercy. He knew I had him and his men in a corner. Not this time Juan, this time I have you, and you’re going to pay for everything you’ve done.
I didn’t have to say it aloud, all I had to do was pull the trigger. I pulled my finger back.
The bullet left my gun in a fraction of a second. I saw it in slow motion as it flew in the air and punctured a hole in Juan’s gut. On his side. Blood seeped through his shiny cream shirt and spread quickly. Juan’s hand flew to cover the wound, and then he looked up at me, his mouth gaping open; like I had betrayed him.
A shot rang out beside me, and I whipped around with my gun in the air. A Muerte Viviente member slumped to the floor beside me; a bullet had passed clean through his skull. The silver of his dagger caught a glint of the light and sparkled in my eye. He was charging at me; he was about to stab me. I looked up and saw Commando’s gun still pointed in his direction. He tipped his head at me, and I looked back at Juan.
Two of his men had rushed to him and were trying to keep him balanced up. His legs were giving way, and his knees were buckling.
“You shot me! You fucking bastard! You shot me!” he blubbered, and spittle flew out from his mouth. The men were trying to wrap his arms around their shoulders.
“Where is Valentina?” I asked and pointed the gun at him again. His men were trying to drag him away, but they couldn’t do it fast enough. Juan was too heavy for them. I followed their slow movement with my gun. The rest of the Muerte Viviente were either dead or knocked out cold.
“Tell me where she is, or the next bullet is going to go through your skull,” I hissed, and I heard a loud wail. It was coming from the back room.
“King! Jesus! I’m here!” it was Valentina’s voice.
I forgot about Juan in a second and rushed towards the door. One Muerte Viviente stood in my way, trying to hold me back and I pointed my gun at him, and he quickly stepped away. Bunch of pussies. All of them.
I kicked open the door and ran in. Valentina was on the floor; her hands were tied behind a chair that she was stuck to. Her dress was soiled, her hair was in tangles, and her makeup was running down her cheeks. I ran to her, crawling down on the floor so that I could kiss her cheek.
“I’m here, baby, I’m going to get you out of here,” I said, feeling for the knots that the rope was tied with.
“Juan…he’s out there…” she was choking up as she spoke and I started pulling the knots apart.
“I got him,” I said.
“Did you shoot him?”
“Yes, I shot him. I hope the fucker dies,” I replied, just as I untangled the knots and the rope fell away from her hands and the chair.
Valentina sat up, the wide skirt of her beautiful yellow dress ballooned around her.
“King…” she began to say, but I grabbed her waist and pulled her close to me.
“We’re going to get out of here, c’mon,” I said, and I was about to stand up, but she tugged at me and pulled me back down to kiss me.
She was able to overpower me with just her lips, forcing my mouth open so that my tongue could thrust into hers. She was whimpering as I kissed her, and I stroked her matted hair. I didn’t even want to imagine the horrors that Juan had put her through this time.
“Take me home, King,” she whispered when I pulled away from her.
I lifted her up in my arms, and her legs dangled as I carried her across the room and out through the door.
Outside, the bar had cleared out more. Most of the Muerte Viviente gang members that were still breathing had made a run for it, especially when they saw their leader shot and scurrying away in fear. Commando was standing over Girth, who was on his knees on the floor, beating the shit out of one of the guys, who still had a pocket knife in his hands.
Commando looked over and smiled at me, and I sensed him exchanging a look with Valentina as well.
She didn’t move in my arms as I carried her through the bar. None of the remaining Muerte Viviente guys even dared to come near us. They just cleared a path for me, and I carried her outside.
I didn’t stop till I had placed her safely on my bike.
“Are you strong enough to hold on to me for the ride, babe?” I asked as she swayed where she sat. Valentina nodded her head, and I could see that she looked weak. Juan had been beating her up. A purple wound was beginning to bloom on her cheek where he must have slapped and hit her. I had already noticed the bruises from the rope burns on her wrists, which had made my blood boil.
“I just want to go home,” she said, and I swung my leg over the bike.
“And that’s where I’m going to take you,” I said and revved up the engine. I felt her wrap her weak arms around my waist.
“Are you taking me to Moira’s apartment?” I heard her ask and I looked over my shoulder to shake my head.
“I’m taking you to our home, the only place you need to be. You’re going to be safe there, the safest there. I’m sorry for thinking that you could be safe anywhere else,” I said, and Valentina leaned her head against my back.
“Thank you…” she said, in an exhausted voice, like she had no energy to say anything more. I was just glad that she was with me now and I had no plans of ever letting her go. Juan and his gang were never going to get their claws on her again.
Chapter 18
Valentina
Back at King’s apartment, he ran me a hot bath, and I spent an hour in there, trying to soothe my nerves. I’d dozed off at some point and didn’t wake up till King eventually came in to check up on me and helped me out of the bath. He cleaned my bruises and sterilized them and helped me change into one of his shirts that I pulled around me. It comforted me, and I felt safe now, finally at peace, like nothing could hurt me.
“I’m sorry, baby,” King whispered in my ears as he led me back to his bedroom. When I looked at him, for a second, I thought he was close to tears, but he controlled it quickly. A man like him was never supposed to cry, right?
“This wasn’t your fault. None of this was your fault,” I said and stroked his shoulder.
He helped me to bed, swinging my feet up to rest and then pulled the covers over me.
“I’m not sleepy anymore,” I argued and pouted my lips.
“You’re going to have to sleep now, and I’m not leaving this apartment till you have regained your strength fully,” he said and bent down on his knees and clutched my hands. I leaned over and kissed him on his forehead and smiled at him.
“Stop blaming yourself, King. You saved me…twice. I probably wouldn’t even be alive if it wasn’t for you,” I said, and he stroked my cheek. The touch of his rough hand on my skinniest shivers down my spine. Even after all these years, he was the guy who turned me on. I couldn’t have asked for a better
man.
“And you’ve been so strong, you make me proud to be your man, Valentina,” he said and then kissing my fingers, he stood up.
“Where are you going?” I whined as I watched him walking towards the bedroom door. He turned to smile at me indulgently.
“You need to eat something. I’ve made you chicken soup,” he said, and then he left the room.
I sunk into the bed, surrounded by the scent of the man I was in love with. I could hear him in the kitchen outside, tinkering about and getting the tray ready. Then I heard his cell phone ring and his raised voice. I tried to listen, but I couldn’t listen to the words. A few minutes later, King walked back into the bedroom, gripping his cell phone tightly in his hand.
I straightened up when I saw his face. He looked like he was ready to punch someone again.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him as he walked towards me.
“It’s Romero. He knows what happened and he wants to speak to you,” King said, and I stared back at him. His dark eyes had darkened, even more, his face was taut and humorless. I needed him to tell me what to do. I didn’t know if I even wanted to speak to my father.
“King…” I breathed, and he sighed.
“Speak to him if you want to, Valentina…he’s your father, it’s your choice,” he said, and I looked at the phone in his hand.
“What should I say?” I asked him, and he clenched his jaw.
“It’s up to you, babe. I don’t give a shit as long as you are safe,” he said and slid the phone into my hands.
I took it from him and stared at it for a few more moments. King was about to walk away, but I stopped him.
“Please stay here,” I pleaded with him, and he nodded and sat down at the end of the bed.
“Papi?” I said, bringing the phone close to my ear.
“Valentina! Oh, my baby girl! I’m so happy to hear your voice. Are you all right?” he sounded worried, like genuinely worried…but I wasn’t falling for it. My voice hardened quickly, as memories of everything I had endured in the past week came flashing through my head.
“What do you want, Papi?” I snapped at him, and a sound like a wince escaped his lips.
“Please, Valentina…you have to understand that my hands were tied. Juan was threatening to kill me, you and everyone we know,” Papi was pleading, and my nostrils flared. I was staring straight into King’s eyes as I spoke to my father.
“What makes you think that I won’t tell Jesus to sniff you out of whichever hole you’re hiding and put a bullet through your heart?” I hissed at him. The words that were pouring out of my mouth didn’t surprise me anymore. He had fed me to the dogs. My father. I owed him nothing anymore.
“Valentina…you have to believe me. The only way I could save your life was by trading you to them willingly. That was the only way we could both keep our heads,” Papi cried on the other end, and I blinked.
To hear my father pleading, to hear his voice so shrill and defenseless was a shock to me. I never thought Papi capable of stooping this low, but then I hadn’t thought him capable of a lot of things.
“Valentina?” he urged me, and I took in a deep breath.
“You should know, Papi, that I will never trust you ever again.”
“I’m sorry, my daughter. I know I deserve that. But believe me…” he started saying, and I cut him off.
“Yes, I’ve heard it already. You were trying to keep me alive!” I snapped, and he shut up. He was whimpering openly now, and all sense of pride had left him.
“What can I do, Valentina? What can I do to make you believe me?” he cried, and my eyes flickered as I stared at King. He looked satisfied too like he approved of everything I was telling him.
“You will spend the rest of your life working towards the welfare of the children. You will get a job, an actual volunteering job with the social services. I don’t care how you do it, but you will, and I will make sure that one of Jesus’ friends monitors your work. Until the day you die,” I said, and I could hear the sound of relief in Papi's voice as he agreed with everything I was saying.
“To begin with, you will work towards rehabilitating all the kids that Jesus and his MC rescued,” I added, and Papi agreed.
“Thank you, Valentina…I promise that I won’t disappoint you,” he was blubbering his thanks, and I interrupted him again.
“Oh, and by the way, Jesus Moreno took my virginity, right under your nose, ten years ago. And I’m going to have sex with him right now,” I said, and I cut the call and threw the phone away from me on the bed.
King was smiling, and I smiled back at him.
It didn’t take him more than a second to close the distance between us. He lunged at me, and he had pinned me down on the bed with his body, kissing my lips and chin and leaving a wet trail down while unbuttoning his shirt that I was wearing.
My breasts popped out, and he quickly latched his mouth on to my left nipple, sucking and pulling and flicking it with his tongue. The wetness spread quickly between my legs, and I arched my back to meet our bodies together. His cock was already erect, tenting his jeans and I stroked myself against him.
The fact that I wasn’t wearing any underwear helped.
Jesus slid his long forefinger straight into my folds, wiping up the juices that had already begun to flow. I moaned and groaned as he kept sucking on my nipples, and I reached to slide off his clothes.
King moved so that he was lying over me now. The shirt had come undone and was lying on my sides. He cupped my free breast and squeezed, and I arched my back again with a moan.
“King…” I breathed his name as I ran my fingers through his long hair. He pulled away from my breast and looked up at me, and I saw the twinkle in his eye.
“You think your father is breaking some glasses because now he knows I’m fucking you?” he asked, and I found myself falling in love all over again with his lopsided handsome smile.
“Fuck me then!” I demanded, and King grabbed me by my waist and hauled me up.
I was on my knees, and so was he. We were kissing again, our tongues sliding against each other’s as his hands wreaked havoc on my body, feeling every inch of my skin till I was burning up.
My hands worked at getting his clothes off, and when I did, I had my fingers sliding over his chiseled abs. So, fucking sexy! Our kiss grew wilder, till our cores rubbed against each other. His cock was hanging erect between his legs now, and he used it to rub my clit.
“Beg me again, Valentina,” he said, pulling his mouth away from my lips and I smiled as I said it.
“Please fuck me, King. Fuck me hard,” I said, and there was a sizzle in my voice, and he had heard it.
He slid himself off the bed and knocking my knees over, and he made me fall back. He wasted no time this time, no foreplay. I wanted to be fucked hard, and he was going to give me exactly that.
Gripping my thighs tightly, he parted my legs. With one swipe of my pussy with his fingers, he tested me for wetness and grunted when he was pleased with what he found.
I kept my eyes open, watching every move he made when he thrust himself into me. He had wedged himself between my legs, holding my thighs apart, he pushed his cock into me. Over and over again while playing with my clit to make me come. I moaned loudly, thrilling at the reverberating pleasure he sent through me body with shocks.
With every thrust, I came closer to the edge. Just about toppling over, just about managing to pull me back. King grunted with every shove, making sure that his cock reached deep inside me till he slid it out again.
I thought I was about to come, but instead, he pulled himself out of me and flipped me over. I was on my knees now; my breasts swung below me. This time too, he didn’t waste a breath. He pushed his cock deep into my pussy from behind, and a moan escaped my lips.
“Do you like it like this?” he growled as he clutched my hips, driving into me with full force. I moaned a response, unable to form complete sentences anymore. His cock was pushing past my folds, reachi
ng that point of no return…it was too much.
I blinked at the wall behind the bed, trying to focus on something so that I could stop myself from coming, but it was too difficult to hold back. I could feel King’s balls thudding against my ass, the sound of his grunts as he fucked me hard.
“I’m going to…” was all I managed to say and he knew what I meant.
He reached for my hair, pulling it back tightly so that he got a better grip on my body. He quickened his thrusts, pounding into me with full force and I came. My orgasm was painfully amazing. I was almost blinded by it; I thought I could see stars dancing around in front of my eyes.
I bunched up the bed covers in both fists as I came and howled and then I felt King’s growls growing deeper. He was coming too, spilling himself deep inside me as he did. He slapped my ass as he came, riding me from behind like a wild animal which he had under his control.
I was out of breath and panting when my orgasm finally subsided, and King pulled himself out of me with a groan.
We both collapsed on the bed beside each other. We were staring up at the ceiling, trying to tame our breathing.
“We should probably start using protection,” I whispered, common sense returning to me now. King moved, turning himself on his side so that he could look down at my exhausted body.
Gently, he grazed my pebbled sensitive nipples with his fingers and smiled.
“It’s a little late for that, isn’t it?” he said, and I felt the color rise in my cheeks. He leaned over to kiss my lips, and I kissed him back warmly. I wasn’t sure what he had meant by that, and I was too afraid to ask him.
When he pulled away from me, we were staring into each other’s eyes.
“I love you, Valentina Luis,” he said, and I bit down on my lip. I had never heard him say those words before. Not even ten years ago, when we were so happy with each other, so happy that we had found each other. Now, when I watched him admiring my naked body, I knew that he knew. We both knew that there could be nobody else for us. We were going to be tied to each other forever.
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