El Diablo (The Devil): The Good Ol' Boys Spin Off

by M. Robinson

  “You made sure I ended up in a decent foster home, paying for my college, giving me extra money to live off of, saving me from Nikolai, my ballet studio in your penthouse, taking care of me after my accident, spending God knows how much money on the best doctors, the best medical attention, my ballet studio, and everything else in between. Your actions spoke volumes when there were no words. You may have hurt me emotionally, but you’ve always taken care of me physically. No matter what, no questions asked,” I expressed, needing to get it all out.

  His calm, serene eyes barred into mine, igniting a fire deep within me. He wasn’t looking at me. He was looking through me. Exactly the way he always had.

  I peered deep into his eyes. “You were the villain in your own story, Martinez. In mine, you’ve always been my hero.” Tears slid down my face and he wiped them all away. Skimming his calloused fingers across my cheeks. Pushing the hair away from my face. I wanted to stay lost in his eyes at that moment, savor the way he was looking at me, the way he pulled every sentiment from my body as if it belonged to him. I pulled away from his grasp, instantly missing his warmth. His touch. His love. I needed to finish what I was trying to tell him.

  “All the good you’ve done for me, outweighed the bad. That’s one of the reasons I’m here. I owe it to us to see where this could go without any demons on either of our shoulders. No pasts haunting us. Fresh start. New beginnings.”

  I took a deep breath, nervous for what I was going to say next. What I already divulged was the easy part. I hadn’t gotten to the hard yet.

  “The next and most important reason… is because I owe it to our daughter.”

  He was silent for the first time ever. His face was completely void of any emotion.

  I let on, “She deserves to know her father. She deserves a family. The one I never had. The one I truly want to try to give her, with you of course.”

  More silence.

  “Did you hear me, Alejandro?”

  His gaze fell to my barely-there swollen belly, letting his eyes linger there for a few seconds, peering back up at my face. He rasped, “You’re pregnant?”

  I nodded.

  “You’re positive? Certain? This—”

  I turned around, reaching for my purse, grabbing it off the table. Pulling out the ultrasound picture, I placed it in between us.

  “I’m eighteen weeks along. She’s healthy. I’ve had no complications, just some morning sickness during the first trimester. But I’m fine now. I started to feel her kick last week. I wish you could have been…” I didn’t finish what I was about to say, not thinking about who I was saying it to.

  He didn’t stop looking at the picture on his chest. Like he wasn’t listening to a word I was saying. “So you were pregnant the last time I saw you?”

  “Yes. I found out that day. I was actually sleeping with that photo. It fell in between the bed and nightstand.”

  He glanced up at me. “You’ve been pregnant this whole fucking time? And you didn’t think I had a right to know?” he questioned with so much hurt in his eyes.

  “Of course you do. I was just—” I gasped, he abruptly flipped us over.

  He leaned close to my face, his entire body hovering above me. Looking down with an expression I couldn’t place. “You’re carrying my child, a life we created, and you waited till fucking now to tell me? What’s this bullshit about deserving to know her father?”

  “I—”

  “She should have known me from day one, Lexi. You’re lucky you’re pregnant, or I would put you over my goddamn knee and spank your little ass until my hand stung and your cheeks were bright fucking red.”

  My eyes widened. “Ale—”

  He cocked his head to the side, silencing me. “I’m going to tell you how this is going to go. I’m going to forgive you for hiding the fact that you were fucking pregnant. Putting my baby girl’s life in danger.”

  “She was never—” His finger came down on my lips, silencing me again.

  “And you’re going to forgive me. We’re going to start over. None of this platonic bullshit of seeing where this goes…” He gestured in between us. “Because the only place it’s going right now, is in the fucking bedroom so you can sit on my face and I can fuck you with my tongue. If you’re a good girl, I will let you come.”

  My mouth parted, releasing the air I didn’t realize I was holding.

  “And I will win back your trust. I will never hurt you again, cariño. I promise you on our daughter’s life, you’ve always been my world. Now she will be too.” He placed his hand on my belly feeling her for the first time. “But if you ever keep something like this from me again, I won’t hesitate to remind you what the palm of my hand feels like against your perky goddamn ass.”

  He didn’t give me a chance to reply before his mouth was on mine. Crashing our lips together, kissing me gently, adoringly, fervently. Savoring every last touch, every last push and pull, every last movement of my lips working against his. It was one giant buildup of months of him wanting to feel my mouth on his. Kissing me deeper, harder, and with more determination.

  The passion and the longing that radiated off of him, sent spasms down my body. Immediately making me wet. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I put my arms around his neck as he pushed me further into the lounger, instantly picking me up as if I weighed nothing. Gripping my ass as I wrapped my legs around his waist, he carried me to the bedroom. Our mouths never stopped devouring one another.

  He growled, slipping his tongue passed my parting lips again. Working it in ways that had me grinding my pussy against his cock. It had been so long since I felt that friction with him. He held onto the back of my neck, bringing us closer but still not nearly close enough. There was no space or distance between our ravenous bodies other than the small baby bump, as he laid me on the bed.

  “I love you,” he whispered in between kissing me.

  “I love you, too,” I murmured, not breaking our connection. “I want you.”

  “You have me,” he groaned. “You’ve always fucking had me.”

  My dress, bra, and panties were off within seconds. He kissed his way down my body, slowly savoring the feel of my heated skin against his cool lips, stopping when he was at my stomach. I peered down at him, watching as he tenderly rubbed all along my belly, kissing every last inch.

  “I’m sorry for everything I put your mama through. I promise I’ll make it up to her by being the best father I can to you. I already love you so much, mi niña bonita.”

  My eyes watered again, hearing him speak to our unborn baby girl.

  “You’re going to be a Martinez because your mama is going to marry me,” he murmured out of nowhere.

  “Ale—” His mouth collided with mine again, taking everything I was giving to him.

  He rasped, “That wasn’t a question.”

  He spent the rest of the night making love to me. Starting the beginning of our future.

  Finally, officially together.

  “Alejandro,” I called out, walking into the living room. Only calling him by his real name in the privacy of our own home. A new name came with his new identity, but he would always be Alejandro Martinez to me.

  I’d spent all morning in my ballet studio he had custom built in our home, trying to work off the baby weight. The studio was already here before I flew to Italy to be with him. He said it was one of the first things he had put in when he bought the house. Wanting to surprise me if and when I came. We had more space than we knew what to do with. The house was a massive, gorgeous Mediterranean style home situated on a cliff that overlooked the water.

  Adriana Daisy Martinez was born three months ago at three A.M. in the comfort of our own home. It didn’t matter what her last name was, she wasn’t connected to “Alejandro Martinez” the deceased crime boss. He wouldn’t have it any other way, his daughter would be a Martinez. We named her after Alejandro’s mother and Briggs, two of the most important women in his life, besides Adriana and I. She weigh
ed five pounds, six ounces when she was born, and had a full head of dark black hair and bright, tantalizing green eyes like her daddy. I was in labor for twelve hours and Martinez never left my side for one second of it. Holding my hand through the pain, breathing right along with me. Helping the mid-wife deliver our baby girl. And just like her father, she never slept at night, but had no problem sleeping during the daytime. Austin, Briggs, and the kids flew in for Adriana’s birth, and Amari couldn’t have been happier to have a girl for a cousin. Seeing as the baby Briggs had a few months prior to me giving birth was just another boy, leaving Amari outnumbered.

  Martinez let me decide what I wanted to do with telling Briggs the truth about our father. After giving it a lot of thought and consideration, I decided I wanted her to know I was her half-sister. Even though I knew a part of her would be heartbroken to know her father wasn’t the man she remembered. Martinez and I sat her and Austin down when they came to visit a few months after I moved to Italy. She took the news harder than I imagined, but she was also happy to know she had another family member in this world other than her uncle.

  I never told her the truth behind her parents’ death. There was no point in shattering her heart again. It wouldn’t bring her parents back and it would only take away the only family Martinez had left in the world. She would never forgive him if she knew the truth. I couldn’t do that to him. It was a secret I would take to my grave.

  “There you—” I stopped dead in my tracks.

  He was passed out on the couch with a sleeping Adriana on his chest. She looked so tiny against him. He had his arms securely wrapped around her, holding her close to his heart. His baby girl had replaced me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. They both looked so peaceful together, I couldn’t help but stand there and watch my sleeping beauties.

  He stirred, opening his calm, serene eyes. Looking adoringly at me with a mischievous grin. He still loved seeing me in my ballet attire, and if he weren’t holding the other girl in his life, he would have taken advantage.

  “Well, hello there, Mrs. Martinez.”

  I smiled, leaning up against the wall. Loving that he still called me that. I preferred it to our new name.

  We got married a few weeks before I gave birth. We had an intimate wedding on the beach near our home with just him and I. He was adamant that Adriana was going to be born into a marital family. Saying what kind of example would we be giving her if her parents weren’t married when she was born. It’s not like it mattered. He wasn’t ever going to allow her to date, let alone get married. I already felt bad for the poor boy who would fall in love with her. He would have to answer to Martinez. The thought alone was scary.

  Adriana had him wrapped around her little finger, and she knew it. After all these years, I woke up every morning to him lying beside me. Never alone. And once Adriana came along, he had his arms full. Most of the time I was wrapped on one side of his body and her on the other.

  He finally slept.

  Of course as much as a newborn would allow. Which wasn’t much.

  “How long has she been out?” I asked, lying next to him in the nook of his arm. He pulled me tighter.

  “I just got her down a little while ago,” he groggily replied, kissing the top of my head.

  “Seems like she got you down too, old man,” I giggled, loving that the man who never slept before no longer had that problem.

  “This old man just finished working you over this morning. I’ll remember that tonight when you’re begging for my cock.”

  “Martinez,” I chastised, leaning up to look him in the eye. “Is that the way you talk when you have our daughter in your arms? She’s going to grow up to love a guy with your dirty mouth, just watch.”

  “Not if I have something to do about it. She’s not dating ever. And if she does, I’ll just put a hit out on him.”

  My mouth dropped open.

  “I’m kidding. Relax. Come here.”

  I melted against him once again.

  “I’ll just have someone else do it.”

  I tried to look back up at him, but he chuckled, holding me down. We spent the rest of the afternoon, napping on the couch.

  All together.

  My life had done a complete three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn. I had everything I ever wanted, never in a million years, imagining I could actually deserve it. With my new identity, came my new life.

  My future.

  “How does something so big, come out of something so small?” I asked Adriana as I changed her diaper.

  She cooed, kicking her chubby little legs. Listening to everything I was saying, like it was the most important thing in the world. Her mama still looked at me like that too. I couldn’t help smiling down at the life we created together. She was so fucking perfect. With her black-as-night hair and long eyelashes.

  “I wasn’t always this puss…” I caught myself, “This pushover you see in front of you, mamita. Your daddy used to be feared, no one messed with him and lived to tell the tale. I walked into a room and everyone bowed down. Especially the women, but they got down in other ways. Ways you won’t ever do or I’ll cut off the man’s balls without hesitation. You remember that, mi niña bonita, Adriana.”

  She smiled and it lit up her entire beautiful face.

  “But none of them mattered, because they weren’t your mama. She’s the only woman who’s ever had me by the balls, but don’t tell her that. She’ll let it go to her head real quick,” I whispered, snapping up her onesie. “One day when you’re older, I’ll tell you all about how we met. How much I protected her and loved her immediately. Exactly the way I did with you.” I picked her up, placing her on my chest, kissing her soft baby skin. Turning around to find Lexi standing in the doorway, wiggling the baby monitor in her hand.

  “I own your balls, huh?” she grinned, laughing. “I’ll have to remember that the next time you give me any shit.”

  “The right and the left. Since you put them in your mouth, I guess that counts for something, right?”

  Her eyes widened. “Oh my God! You ruined it! You suck!”

  I kissed her lips. “You swallow.” She tried to slap my arm, but I caught her wrist.

  “You kiss your daughter with that dirty mouth?”

  “I kiss you with it.” I deepened our kiss. “I love you, cariño. Te amo.”

  She smirked, grabbing Adriana out of my arms. She gave her a bottle, rocked her and then put her to bed. After my shower, I threw a towel around my waist and went into Adriana’s room. Giving my angel one last kiss before bed. Doing the sign of the cross over her body like my mother used to do to me every night as a child. I whispered, “I love you,” before quietly pulling her door closed. Anxious to go lose myself inside my wife, like I did almost every night.

  I walked into our room to find Lexi lying on our bed waiting for me.

  Dressed in a see-through nightie, and a bright ass fucking smile.

  I grinned, leaning against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest. Taking in my sexy-ass, fucking wife with a predatory stare. I dropped my towel, gripping my cock in one hand and stroking it.

  “I’ll let you own him tonight. I know how happy he can make you.”

  She licked her lips, sucking her bottom one between her teeth. Eyeing my cock.

  I walked over to her, each step precise and calculated. Stopping to crawl my way up her body. Kissing every last inch of her skin. Her chest rising and falling the closer I got to where she wanted me the most. Her pussy. Licking along the seams of her panties, hooking my fingers in the sides, sliding them slowly down her legs. Making my way up to devour her sweet pussy, till she was screaming my name.

  “Cariño—” The phone rang, cutting me off.

  Lexi sat up, looking at me warily. Holding her chest, and the cross that she never took off to this day. No one called that phone, ever. She reached over grabbing it off the nightstand, handing it to me.

  I answered it, not giving it a second thought. “This b
etter be a goddamn emergency,” I gritted out into the phone.

  “Hey, man. Sor—”

  “Leo? This better be fucking important. I’m spending some quality time with my wife,” I warned, caressing Lexi’s thigh. Looking at her beautiful face, sliding my hand down to her pussy once again. She smacked it away, and I pouted at her.

  “No shit. I wouldn’t be calling you if it wasn’t.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t know how to say this to you, man…”

  “Quit pussyfooting around. Fucking spit it out already.”

  “I’m sure you’re going to be getting a call from Briggs—”

  “Jesus Christ, Leo. Cut the bullshit.”

  He took another deep breath, speaking with conviction, “Creed just called. It’s Mia. She’s gone fucking missing.”

  The end.

  For Martinez and Lexi.

  It’s only the beginning or is it the end for…

  Creed and Mia

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