Intern, p.10
Intern, page 10
The way he has me shrouded with his body, I know beyond a doubt that he means every word. A pained groan rattles against my neck as Gabriel squeezes me painfully tight.
The deafening gunshots continue, but they are no longer striking the house. As suddenly as they started, the gunshots come to an abrupt end.
“Sofia! Gabriel!” Alejandro shouts our names as I hear him slam through the front door.
“Back here,” I return his shout as I try to unsuccessfully pull myself from Gabriel’s tight embrace.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Alejandro exclaims as he barges into the room. He pulls Gabriel from my naked body as Andres diverts his eyes from me and passes me a sheet.
Wrapping it around my body, I realize that my skin is slick. I wipe my hand through the wetness as I turn to see Gabriel. My eyes don’t leave him because I know what’s covering my body.
Blood.
So much fucking blood.
thirty two
SOFIA
“Are you okay?” I hear the question, but it barely registers. My attention is focused entirely on Gabriel. His body is surrounded by an ever-growing pool of blood. No less than three bullet holes riddle his back. With so much blood pouring out of him, it’s almost impossible to tell if there are more.
“Are you hit?” Andres’s question draws my attention as Alejandro lifts Gabriel’s naked, limp body into his arms.
I look down at my body covered in the now bloody sheet and shake my head. “No…no…none of it…it’s not my blood.”
Alejandro barrels through the house with Gabriel in his arms. I am about to take a step when Andres hoists me over his shoulder. “You’ll destroy your feet on the glass.”
The moment we are outside, he lowers me to the ground, and I run to the Jeep where Alejandro is putting Gabriel in the backseat. “Where the fuck can we take him, Sofia? The town is too far away. He won’t fucking make it.”
“Um…” My mind is fucking blank.
“Fucking think, Sofia!” Alejandro barks at me. “His fucking life depends on it.”
“The vet,” I shout as I climb into the backseat with Gabriel. “There’s a vet about eight kilometers down the road.”
Andres launches the car down the dirt road as I press my hands firmly against two of the wounds on Gabriel’s back. His blood oozes through my fingers with every beat of his heart. It isn’t until the blood pumping between my fingers begins to slow that my heart drops.
“Don’t you dare fucking do this to me,” I whisper against his ear.
“On the left,” I yell to Andres, seeing the driveway for the vet. He makes the abrupt turn and comes to screeching halt inches from the building. He jumps from the Jeep pulling his gun from his waistband and barrels into the building. I can hear him shouting inside, but I’m not able to comprehend what he says.
Alejandro helps me pull Gabriel from the backseat. He is so pale in comparison to the color of his skin when we pulled away from the villa. I open the door to the building for Alejandro and Gabriel to enter and hear the veterinarian arguing with Andres. “I’m not that kind of doctor.”
“You fucking are today.” Andres presses the gun to his temple.
“Please,” I plead and the vet’s eyes widen as he sees me. “I need you to save him.”
“I can’t promise—”
“Just try. Please. Just try.”
He nods, and Alejandro follows him into an examination room where he lays Gabriel face down on the cold, metal table.
“There is a bathroom in the back. My assistant keeps a spare set of scrubs in there.” He looks to me as gathers a handful of medical tools. Looking myself over, I look like I was the one who was shot. The entire front of the sheet covering me is a wet shade of crimson. That same red stains my hands.
“I’ll stay with Gabriel,” Andres interjects.
As much as I don’t want to leave Gabriel’s side, I accept the vet’s offer and make my way to the back of the office. I unwrap the bloody sheet from me, ball it up and shove it into the trash can. Using an absurd amount of paper towels, I scrub Gabriel from my skin. Once clean—or cleaner—I pull open cabinets until I find the scrubs the vet mentioned.
Returning to Gabriel’s bedside, dressed head to toe in seafoam green cotton, I take his limp hand into mine.
“You should probably clean up to.” My eyes pass over Alejandro. Blood has soaked through his shirt, and his hands are stained like mine. He looks them over and excuses himself to wash up.
Sitting beside the table, I watch as the hours tick by with the doc tending to each of Gabriel’s wounds. One in the shoulder, one in his flank, and one that narrowly missed his heart.
The one that would have fucking broke mine if it were an inch to the right.
“Now we wait.” The vet pats my hand before replacing the bag of saline hung from the IV pole.
The boys leave me alone with Gabriel. The moment they are out the room, a heavy weight hits me, and a tear rolls down my cheek.
They left us so I could say my goodbyes in peace.
“I need you to fight for me Gabriel. I can’t fucking lose you.” Tears uncontrollably stream out of my eyes. “If you fucking love me…” I sob so violently hard that I am unable to finish my words.
This isn’t the life I wanted for you.
With you…
I’ll do anything if you make it through this.
thirty three
GABRIEL
Taking a deep breath in, it immediately expels from me as a groan.
Fuck.
It hurts.
Everything fucking hurts.
Struggling to open my eyes, I can’t place my surroundings. It’s clearly a bedroom, but not one I’ve ever seen before.
How the fuck did I get here?
What the fuck happened?
Fighting against the pain, I push myself up from the mattress and manage to sit up.
The villa.
The gun shots.
Laying on the floor, sheltering Sofia’s body.
Fuck…Sofia.
“Sofia!” I yell her name while trying to push myself to my feet.
“Thank fucking God.” She races into the room and wraps her arms painfully tight around me. The pain is unbearable, and I cry out in pain. “Shit. Sorry.”
“You’re okay—” The only words I’m able to muster as she gets me back into the bed.
“Because of you, sugar.” She presses her lips to mine, and I close my eyes while breathing her in. Sleep hits me before she manages to pull her lips from me.
“I’m not going to keep having this argument with you.” Sofia’s voice carries from outside the bedroom. “I’m telling you that this is what I fucking want.”
“You know I can’t let you do that” Alejandro recants.
Do what?
“Are you going to be the one to tell his mother you’re the reason she lost both of the men in her life?”
“That’s not fair, Sofia.”
“Well, are you? Because we both know this isn’t going to stop happening.”
“There are things we can do,” he argues. “We can protect you the same as Andres and I protect those most important to us.”
“Just fucking let me do this. It’s a giant fucking win for you. I don’t understand why you’re so fucking opposed to it.”
I desperately try to keep my eyes open, needing to figure out what is going on. But it’s futile.
Opening my eyes, I am immediately drawn to Sofia pacing not far from the foot of the bed next to an open patio door.
She’s fucking heavenly.
Her long, dark hair is lightly curled and cascading down her back. A light breeze blows through the open threshold, tousling her hair and filling my nostrils with the salty aroma of the ocean.
The ocean?
“So, it’s done?” Sofia speaks into the phone in her hand.
She continues to pace while I assume the person on the other end of the phone is talking.
“Thank you, Alejandro. Please thank Andres for me too.” She ends her call and tosses the phone into an upholstered chair next to her.
“What’s done?” I force out the words while trying to sit up.
“Careful, sugar.” She is immediately at my side helping to a seated position.
Lifting my hand to her face, I press it to her cheek, and she leans into my touch and closes her eyes.
“Your face…It’s perfect.”
“Awake for two minutes and already trying to get in my pants.” She smiles at me.
“I mean, it’s practically healed. How long was I sleeping?”
“You’ve been in an out of it for a week,” she responds while rubbing her fingers through the long stubble on my face. Based on how she’s running her fingers through it, I’m quite certain that any chance of shaving the itchiness from my face isn’t going to happen.
“Are you going to tell me what’s done?” I ask before clarifying, “From your call.”
“I’m a dead woman.”
thirty four
GABRIEL
ALMOST ONE YEAR LATER
“Come on. You never come out with any of us,” Chris whines.
“Seriously,” Scott chimes in.
“Don’t you guys have families to go celebrate with or something?” I ask as I shake my head.
“They get dinner. Then I’m going to go get fucked up.” Chris laughs.
“We just fucking graduated.” Scott slings his arm over my shoulder. “Come get shit-faced with us to celebrate.”
They’re both right. I don’t ever go and party with them. And while I should be celebrating the fact that I am the first in my family to graduate from college today, it’s the last thing on my mind.
Next week will be exactly one year to the day that I started my internship with Marcano Enterprises. It was supposed to be a mere two months of my summer. Nothing more than a boring as fuck office job where I figured I’d be in charge of fetching coffee and making photocopies.
Instead, I spent my summer at an internship that I can’t ever actually tell anyone about. At least not without sending myself and several other people to prison.
I’m probably looking at a minimum of three life sentences for myself.
And fuck, who knows how many borders I crossed without a passport to tack on to the top of that.
I will never forget the things I had the opportunity to learn. And I can never thank Alejandro Marcano enough for sharing so much about my father with me that I didn’t know.
And also, for saving my life.
I should probably thank Andres and the fact that he missed his calling in Formula One while I’m at it.
Or the fact that I met the most amazing woman that changed my life in ways that I could never accurately convey to anyone. How submitting to her made me a stronger man, a gift I’ll be eternally grateful for. She’s the woman that’s going to hold my heart until the day I die.
“Who the fuck is that?” Scott practically trips over his jaw as it hits the ground.
Parked before us at the end of the block is an obviously expensive, sleek, navy-blue sports car. Leaning, arms crossed, against the side is a gorgeous woman with long, sleek auburn hair. She’s wearing a form fitting skirt with a high slit and a low-cut blouse, both showing just a hint of the lacy garments that she is wearing beneath them.
“Are you ready, sugar?” She pushes herself from the car and takes a step toward me. Gripping the chest of my shirt with both hands, she pulls herself onto her toes and against my lips. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her tightly to me while plunging my tongue into her mouth. Sweeping it over hers, she groans into my mouth, and the vibrations travel straight to my cock.
“Fuck, I wouldn’t go out with us either.” I vaguely hear Chris as the two of them walk away.
“I fucking missed you, cariño,” my words vibrate against her lips as I pull back from our kiss.
“I was only gone for two days, and I plan to make them up to you tonight.”
I continue to hold her against me as I twirl a tendril of her hair around my finger. “I still can’t quite get used to this.”
“Trust me, I’m changing it back the moment we leave New York.”
The week that I spent drifting in and out of consciousness after nearly dying to save the love of my life, Sofia made some drastic decisions.
While I was willing to spend my life waiting for a bullet to the back of the head, constantly looking over my shoulder, and ready to lay my life on the line for her daily, Sofia didn’t feel the same.
She was adamant that this wasn’t the life she wanted to live. Even more adamant that she couldn’t bear the thought of being the reason that I died. It took a bit of convincing, but she talked a very reluctant Alejandro into allowing her to give up her family’s legacy and to kill her.
No cartel and dead. The two things that would ensure no one would come for her—or us—ever again.
A little swapping of dental records, a body from the morgue, and small house fire at her villa, which was already riddled with bullet casings, was the perfect way to fake her death.
We spent the remainder of the summer on a private beach in Chile while I recuperated, returning to New York for me to finish out my final year of college.
One of the few things she absolutely refused to bend on, even though I would have left my whole life behind for her.
She must really fucking love me because she has spent both terms holed up in my tiny ass apartment waiting for today.
But that ends tonight.
thirty five
GABRIEL
ONE YEAR LATER
Since we moved to Bali last year, I make it a point to send my mother an email every week. Utilizing a VPN and limited details about our location, it’s one of the safest ways for us to stay in touch.
It’s probably safest for Sofia too since the idea of me being with her is still growing on my mother.
“Are you ready for me?” Sofia calls from the other room.
“Two seconds, cariño.” I hit send on my email and close the lid to my laptop before quickly ridding myself of my clothes.
“You know I don’t like when you make me wait.” She steps into the doorway of the adjoining bath, wearing nothing but stilettos, black thigh highs, and a strap-on. “Hands on the bed.”
Doing as she demands, I walk to the bed. I splay my hands across the covers and spread my feet as she walks behind me. Her fingers are immediately on the plug currently buried in my ass. She pulls it lightly, teasingly working it in and out of my ass as she drips more lube down my crack. She pulls the plug from me, and I groan.
“You sound like you’re dying to have me fuck your ass.” She slides a hand up and down my hip as she rubs the head of her silicone cock against my hole.
“Please,” I beg, and she presses the tip into me.
She takes her time working it into me and further stretching out my hole. When I become receptive of her slow, shallow thrusts, she begins to increase up her pace and depth.
“I don’t intend to be gentle with you.” She drives into me so hard I fist the sheets beneath me.
“Yes,” I moan as slams into me again.
“That’s my good boy,” she praises. “Hand on your cock, sugar. I want to watch you stroke yourself as I fill your ass.”
Fuck.
She knows I’m not going to fucking last like this.
She slides in and out of my ass as I stroke my cock in rhythm with her thrusts.
“You look so good, bent over and vulnerable for me. So ready and willing to let me have my way with you.”
Her hands slide up my spine, and she shoves me down until face is buried in the mattress. “You can take more, can’t you?”
My response is muffled by the blankets beneath my face, but she knows it’s a ‘yes.’
“I give you permission to come.” Her hands slide down my back until they’re both resting on my hips. “But when I’m done fucking your perfect ass, you’re going to let me ride that beard of yours until it’s fucking soaked with me.”
Using my hips for leverage, she takes me hard. The sound of her hips and thighs smacking against my ass fill the room as she repeated fills me.
“You look so fucking good taking this cock in your ass,” she grunts from behind me as she continues to fuck me at a punishing pace.
My balls tighten, and there is no holding back the release that is coming. “Fuuuuck, Sofia.” I fist the covers as I come against the side of the bed and over my fist.
Sofia slows behind me, providing a few slow strokes as I enjoy my moment of bliss. She pulls out of me with a gentle slap on the ass.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when I hear the strap on hit the floor. “On the bed, sugar. Your queen needs her throne.”
She climbs over my body the second my back hits the mattress, leaving her dripping pussy hovering over my face. Gripping her thighs, I pull her onto my face and groan against her, “Queens sit on their throne.”
Her thighs wedged firmly against the sides of my face, she rides over my tongue. Savoring her taste, I moan against her, and the vibrations push her over the edge. Her head falls back, and she trembles against my face as she comes.
She lifts from my mouth, but I continue to hold her tight with my grip around her thighs. I kiss along her inner thighs, and my words vibrate against her skin. “My beard isn’t soaked with you yet.”
Retaking her seat, she allows me the pleasure of making her come three more times on my tongue. Completely spent, she falls to the mattress beside me as I stroke my full beard. Every bit of it is covered in her sweet arousal, and if I’m lucky it’ll still smell like her in the morning.
Rolling onto my side, I pull her into my body and kiss along her shoulders as she nests her ass against my hips. All this time and I still can’t get over how perfectly she fits against me.
