I’m not letting her go alone.

  …Or without me.

  “I’m not big on letting inexperienced kids travel along for things like this.” His tone is full of condescension, and I’m about to argue when he continues, “I see so much of your father in you, and with time and training, I can fully see you being as instrumental as him.”

  I’m in awe of the respect he has for a man who I remember so little about.

  “Sofia told me you’ve already proven yourself tonight, but I need to know if this is the life you want for yourself. I can make tonight go away. You can walk down those steps and return to campus, back to a normal life. Or you can stay, fuck some shit up in Argentina, and spend the rest of your life wondering if someone has a gun aimed at the back of your head.”

  I swallow hard at the implication of his offer, as he forces me to look at what a life with Sofia would truly be like. Staring over the seat backs, I watch her take a seat on a leather couch as I quickly mull over my decision.

  But there isn’t one.

  There’s nothing to think about.

  “You told me not to leave her side.” I continue to stare past him at Sofia as I speak. “I’ve made the same vow to her. If loving her and keeping her safe means a lifetime of death threats and dead bodies, then so be it.”

  “Fuck, you’re exactly like your father.” The corner of his mouth ticks up as he reassuringly squeezes my shoulder. Letting go, he gives me a light pat on the back as I pass him and walk toward Sofia.”

  “I recommend everyone gets some sleep,” Andres grumbles as he reclines his seat. “I’ve already pulled some strings and made arrangements for us to get into Penetenciaria de San Juan first thing in the morning.

  The plane touching down on the runway and Sofia jostling in my arm jars me from my sleep. She shifts her weight, and I am suddenly well aware of my morning wood.

  “Is that for me, sugar?” she whispers quietly.

  “It sure as fuck isn’t for either of them,” I quip, equally as quiet.

  “I’m not big on an audience.” She drags her fingers lightly over the unmistakable bulge in my sweatpants. “You’re going to have to try to contain that thing until later.”

  “Yeah, definitely keep your cock in your pants.” Andres words are groggy as rubs the sleep from his eyes.

  “For now.” Sophia winks.

  “Andres and I both have some spare clothes stowed in the overheads.” He gestures toward the cabinet above my head, “See what fits. Dressed like that, they’re going to think you’re one of the inmates.

  “For fuck’s sake,” Andres huffs. “I just told him to keep his cock in his pants and now you’re offering him a reason to whip it out.”

  I unsuccessfully try to stifle my laugh as I look at the tags on the clothes. The entire time I’ve been at Marcano Enterprises, I was quite certain the two of them had a stick up their ass. Outside of the office, with a gun in their hands, they’re like two entirely different people.

  Finding some pants and a dress shirt in my size, I excuse myself to the small lavatory to change. I quickly pull on the navy dress pants and crisp, white button-up shirt. As I finish sliding a pair of dress shoes on my feet, the plane finishes taxiing and comes to a stop.

  I take a moment to fold my dirty clothes, laying them neatly on the bathroom vanity to grab later. I lift the pistol from beside my discarded clothes and tuck it into my pants as I look at myself in the mirror.

  If nothing else, I fucking look the part now.

  twenty nine

  SOFIA

  Andres made quick—and reckless—work of getting us from the airfield to the prison. We all know it’s not exactly safe for me to be out in the streets where I can be seen.

  Who knows how widespread my father’s hit is.

  We park the rusted, and inconspicuous, Jeep in the guard’s lot. As we are all climbing out a middle-aged man in a guard’s uniform approaches us. All four of us are reaching for weapons when he says, “Señor Ramirez?”

  “Si,” Andres answers him, and they continue to exchange words.

  The guard looks nervous as hell. Sweat beads his temples, and his eyes continue to dart around the parking lot to ensure that no one sees him with the four of us.

  He must be our in.

  With a nod of his head, we’re all following him through a locked gate—which he thankfully leaves unlocked when we pass through—and around a couple of buildings before coming to a stop at a metal door being propped open with a brick. He pulls it open and gestures for the four of us to proceed. Glancing over my shoulder, I watch to ensure he leaves the door propped open before following behind us.

  The last thing I want is for us to all be fucking stuck in here.

  He leads us through the labyrinth of hallways, until we come to a halt. Looking up, I read the sign: Visitación

  The guard gestures for us to enter, and Alejandro wastes no time turning the handle. He is the first to step inside, with Andres and Gabriel filing in behind him. I am the last to enter the room, my smaller stature completely hidden behind the three of them.

  “¿Quien eras?” my father’s aged, deep voice fills the room.

  “Who are we?” Andres asks. “The men that came a long way to bring you something.”

  “After being pulled from my fucking bed and shoved in this room, it better be a fucking whore.”

  “Buenos dias, Papa.” I push my way through the boys until I am face-to-face with my father, nothing but a steel table separating the two of us.

  “Well, I then they definitely brought me a whore,” he scoffs as his eyes roam over me with disgust.

  “Nice to see you too.” I fight the urge to roll my eyes at him.

  “Truth be told, I’m actually quite surprised to be seeing you. Although, based on your face it looks as though you received my messages.”

  I don’t have to turn around to know that all three men are seething behind me.

  “You’re a fucking disgrace,” he spits at me. “You think I didn’t come in here with a plan? That I didn’t have an army of men ready to run things for me? Had I wanted you to run things, I would’ve fucking told you. You wouldn’t have been navigating things blind and fucking over your countrymen.”

  “Fucking over my countrymen?” I scoff.

  “Taking everything I built and turning it over to a fucking Mexican cartel,” he speaks the words through gritted teeth. “All so you could fuck your way around the world.”

  His eyes roam over the tall, muscular wall of men standing behind me. “So. Which of them are you fucking? Or are you exactly like your mother? You’re probably fucking all of them, following in her dirty fucking whore footsteps.”

  “Don’t fucking talk to her like that,” Gabriel snarls as he stalks toward the table.

  “You don’t even have fucking hair on your balls yet.” My father roars with laughter. “What the fuck are you going to do to stop me?”

  Gabriel throws a right hook, hitting my father in the jaw hard enough to daze him momentarily. Taking advantage of those few seconds, Gabriel fists Papa’s hair and violently pulls his face down to the steel table. A loud thud fills the room, nearly overshadowing the stomach-churning crunch.

  Using the fistful of hair, Gabriel yanks back Papa’s head up until he is forced to meet my gaze. Blood flows over his lips and down his chin, practically pouring from his visibly broken nose.

  “All three of these men would end you in a second if I asked them.” I lean over the table toward my father. “This one though. He’d take great fucking enjoyment in making you suffer for having the audacity to speak to me the way you do.”

  “And that’s why you could never run my fucking empire.” The blood on his lips flies at me like spittle.

  “I said they would do it for me.” I pull the gun out from the waistband of Gabriel’s pants as I shake my head. “Not once did I say that I would need them to do it.”

  Lifting the gun, my father stares back at me over the barrel. For the first time in his life, I think he realizes that I’m not the poor, helpless woman he has always assumed me to be.

  I squeeze the trigger without an ounce of remorse, the bullet entering between his eyes and exiting in a spray out the back of his head.

  “Maybe your men will find me a suitable leader now,” I spit on his slumped body as I turn from the table.

  Walking from the room, I watch Andres shove a bag into the hands of the guard that let us inside as he says, “Señor Guerrero had an accident.”

  “S…si. Si, señor.”

  Not a word is spoken between the four of us as we leave the prison and head to my villa.

  thirty

  GABRIEL

  It’s been nearly twenty minutes since we left the prison, and the car ride has been deafeningly silent. Sofia seems to be completely unfazed, but I know she’s not the ice queen that she presents herself as.

  “I’m going to drop the two of you at the villa,” Andres shouts over the wind blowing through the Jeep. “It’s safer to get you out of sight, Sofia. We’ll head back into town and grab a few things to tide us over for the night.”

  “Appreciated.” Sofia leans closer to the driver’s seat, so she doesn’t need to yell. “I haven’t been here in months. But I’m pretty sure there isn’t much in the cabinets except wine and crackers.”

  Sofia instructs Andres to pull off the main road, taking us on a bumpy, unmaintained dirt road. Though, it does nothing to slow the speed at which he travels, leaving all of us to bounce around like rag dolls. I’m elated when we reach a clearing and see her villa before us.

  If I never have to be in a car with Andres driving again, it might be too soon.

  Andres and Alejandro are pulling back down the dirt road by the time we reach the front door. Sofia reaches her hand into the porch light and pulls out a key.

  “Seriously?” I shake my head. “That’s where you keep your spare key?”

  “Did you know to look there?” She shrugs while unlocking the front door.

  Closing the door behind us, I reach out and grab her wrist to stop her from walking away from me. “Are you okay, cariño?”

  “I could be better.” Her eyes drop to my cock.

  “I’m being serious.” I slip my free hand under her chin and pull her eyes up to meet mine.

  “So am I.” She cocks a brow and continues to stare at me for a reaction. Not getting the one she was expecting she lets out a heavy sigh. “If you’re asking whether I’m okay with the fact that I put my father’s brains all over the wall, yes.”

  She pauses for a moment as she steps to me. “You don’t understand, sugar. You had a loving and doting father, even though you only had him for a short time. I had a man that cared more about his cartel than his family. What little feelings I actually had for the man disappeared last night when he sent men to kill me in my sleep. Nothing in this world could bring me to kill the people I love.”

  Her eyes are locked on mine as her fingers play with the scruff on my jaw. “I like this on you. What about you?”

  “What about me?”

  “I saw a whole different man in that room today. You looked like a rabid animal, ready to kill him with your bare hands.”

  “Eagerly.” I dip my head and kiss her forehead. “There isn’t a man in this world I will let talk to you like that. You’re a fucking queen, cariño. You deserve to be treated as such.”

  Pressing onto her toes, Sofia presses her lips to mine. They are soft, like the tender kiss between us. She pulls back slightly to look at me, and I can practically read her thoughts through her eyes.

  “Worship me,” she groans the words against my lips. Slipping her fingers in between mine, she takes my hand and leads me through the house to a bedroom at the back of the house. I kick the door shut with my foot as I enter, and I am about to tug at her hand to pull her back to me when she commands, “Clothes off and get your ass on the bed.”

  My fingers deftly work down the buttons of my shirt, watching as she beings to pull her tank top over her head. She lifts the fabric, and her ample tits fall free, revealing her pert, pink nipples. I fumble with the belt and zipper of my pants, suddenly needing to make room for my cock. The moment I am bare, I climb onto the center of the bed and lay on my back.

  “That’s my good boy.” She climbs onto the bed and straddles my chest. Gripping my wrists, she pulls both my hands over my head and crosses them on the pillow. Glaring down at me, her voice is firm when she says, “No hands.”

  Taking hold of the headboard, she slides up my body until her pussy is hovering inches above my face. She lowers herself and circles her hips as she rides my face. My cock twitches at every moan coming from her.

  “I fucking love your tongue,” she groans as she grinds down on my face. “Make me come.”

  Lifting my hands from the pillow, I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her tightly onto my face. Holding her against me as I fervently lick her to her release. She rises from my face and stares down her body at me. “What did I say?”

  Shaking her head, she climbs from the bed and disappears into the closet. When she returns, she has a pair of handcuffs in her hand. She secures one around my wrist, hooks it around a metal bar of the headboard, and binds my other wrist. “I said ‘no hands,’ sugar. Maybe next time you’ll listen.”

  Climbing back onto the bed, she settles on her knees between my parted thighs as she lightly rakes her nails up and down my inner thighs. Continuing higher, they gentle scratch up the sides of my shaft causing me groan with pleasure.

  “Or maybe you wanted to be at my mercy.” She continues to scrape her nails over my shaft.

  “Fuck, that feels good.” My cock throbs at her touch, precum beading from the tip and dripping onto my stomach. Sofia leans forward, placing the flat of her tongue against my balls. Taking her leisurely time, with her eyes locked on mine, she licks up my shaft until she reaches my tip. She swirls her tongue, collecting the precum on my cock and stomach.

  She continues teasingly licking over the head of my cock as groans rattle from me. Sucking me into her mouth, she swallows every inch of me down her throat. She looks up at me through her lashes and slowly slides her lips up my shaft until my cock falls from her mouth.

  “When you don’t follow the rules, you don’t get to come,” she teases as she straddles my hips.

  thirty one

  SOFIA

  Gripping the base of his cock, I press the fat head inside of me with a slight tremble. “I fucking love the way it feels when you press into my cunt.”

  Raising and lowering my hips, I repeatedly work just his tip in and out of me. Gabriel begins to grow tense beneath me, and I snarl, “Don’t even think about thrusting your cock into me. You’re going to lay there like a good fucking boy and let me enjoy this.”

  His fingers wrap about the bars of the headboard. Moans and seething breaths repeatedly pass over his lips. He squeezes so tightly around the rungs as I tease him that his knuckles are as white as the sheets on the bed.

  “Is this what you want?” I drop my hips and bury him inside of me to the hilt.

  “Fuuuuck,” he grits the word as he pulls so hard at the bar in his hands, I think he’s going to break the bed.

  Keeping him deep inside of me, I swirl my hips and grind down on him further. “Have you learned your lesson about obeying me?”

  “Yes,” he exhales.

  “If I let you fuck me, are you going to make sure I make a mess all over your cock?

  “Yes, cariño.”

  “That’s my good boy.” I pause to slide over the entirety of his length. “And when do you get to come?”

  “When you’re screaming my name.” He looks up at me with a smug grin, quickly realizing his mistake. “And you’re telling me I can.”

  “I’m not releasing your hands,” I continue to teasingly slide along his shaft, “but you can fuck me.”

  “I don’t need hands to make you come,” he snarls while abruptly lifting his hips from the bed and slamming into me. Using his grip on the headboard for support, he continues to thrust up into me at a rapid pace.

  “Keep fucking my pussy,” I grunt out the words between his thrusts. My palms splay across his chest as I accept every brutal thrust that he continues to relentlessly drive into me. My nails dig into his chest my release crashes through me. “Fuck, Gabriel. Don’t fucking stop.”

  “Do you want to come again?” His words are breathless from his exertion.

  “Yes,” I groan my response.

  Clearly exhausted, he maintains his punishing pace. Sweat drips down his temples and makes his chest slick beneath my hands. Beads of my own sweat roll down my back.

  “Come with me.” My thighs begin to tremble as I fight against the release Gabriel is rapidly pulling from me. My whole body spasms as I come around his cock again. He slams into me painfully hard with a grunt. I can feel him unloading inside of me as my body crumples on top of his. I lay with my head on his sweaty chest as we both struggle to catch our breath.

  “If you’re going to fuck like that, you might just find yourself permanently cuffed to my bed.” I lift my head and reach over his to undo the buckle on one of the cuffs.

  Hearing a car coming up the dirt drive, I force myself to climb off Gabriel as he undoes the second cuff. His cum trickles down my thigh when I make my way to the window to ensure the approaching car is Andres and Alejandro.

  “Down!” I scream when I pull back the curtain.

  The percussive sound of bullets tearing through the walls fills the air. Glass shatters and crackles to the ground as bullets begin hitting the windows.

  “Sofia!” Gabriel yells my name, and I look up to see him clambering across the floor to get to me. Reaching me, he pulls me tightly to him and tucks me against his body. Wrapping himself around me, he uses his body to shield me from the bullets spraying into the room.

  “I’ll protect you,” he shouts against my neck to carry over the noise filling the room. “Until the day I fucking die.”

 

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