Javier
“He fucking stinks, jefe,” Alejandro complains. “Can I just cut his throat and get rid of the body?”
Smirking, I shake my head. “Nope. He lives. Velez will stay alive as long as we can prolong it. Did you repack him with ice?”
“Yeah, but he’s looking a little green. I don’t think he’s going to live much longer,” he admits. “When will Yoet arrive?”
I check my watch as I stand from my desk chair. “My father and Tania are supposed to already be here. Everything is ready for the party tonight?”
It’s been several days since I took Rosa shopping. That night, when I pulled her into my arms and danced with her at the hotel, she’s seemed to shed some of her tension. Allowed me to fully pull her into my world. She didn’t balk when I had Arturo pack up her things and bring them to my bedroom. She didn’t argue when I told her she was no longer a maid. She just went with it. For this, I’m glad. She needs to realize she’s mine. Now and forever.
Alejandro walks over to the window and points. “The food is prepared and guests are arriving. Rosa is ordering around the hired wait staff for the event. Is that okay, jefe?”
Chuckling, I walk over to where he points and watch her from the window. Despite being told she’s not a maid anymore, she still oversees the maids as though it’s her duty, and now the hired wait staff. She’s gesturing to a table and the man she’s talking to has his head bowed in submission.
My queen is on fire today.
She knows how important it is to me to impress my father and she’s going out of her way to please me. If my father wasn’t arriving any moment, I’d toss her over my shoulder and fuck her real good for being such an accommodating woman.
“Are they bringing their nanny?” Alejandro asks.
I’m not a fan of Camila, but she loves Emiliano as though he’s her own, so I forgive her. I’m not blind to the disdainful way she regards Tania behind her back. Camila worships my father and is a beautiful woman, but Tania is his wife. She can do no wrong in my father’s eyes. I believe this drives their nanny crazy. I’m sure she’d prefer if she got to play mommy along with my father.
“Camila will be here. Don’t fuck her,” I warn.
He chuckles. Alejandro may be a young man, but he always has eyes for the older women. The last thing I need is one of my bodyguards fucking my father’s nanny. What a shitfest that would be. “I’ll stay away, but you know my dick brings all the honeys to the yard.”
“You won’t have a dick if you disobey me,” I snap back.
He’s not worried by my warnings based on the smirk he still wears, but he tells me what I want to hear anyway. “I like my dick. I won’t fuck the nanny.”
“Good, let’s go—” I start but then a shrill shriek echoes from down the hallway.
Emiliano.
I stalk out of the office in time to see a three-year-old boy with black hair clumsily running for my office. When he sees me, he holds his arms out. I eat up the distance and scoop my baby brother into my arms.
“Emi,” I coo as I kiss the top of his head. “I missed you, hermanito.” Little brother.
“Javi! Pool!” he says, his pudgy fingers tugging at the knot on my tie.
I chuckle as I walk down the hallway with Alejandro on my heels. In the foyer, my father and his wife, Tania, stand looking weary from their travels. Father wears a three-piece suit and tie, which makes me glad I decided to wear one as well. He’s fussing over Tania as she tries to untangle her sunglasses from her long, inky black hair. My father is of my size and build, but he’s gone fully gray. His skin is tanner than mine as he spends a good portion of his time on the beach and by the pool. At fifty-two, he’s still a good-looking man. Always smiling and charismatic. It’s no wonder how he was able to rope such a hot looking wife.
“Javier,” Tania greets, her pouty lips forming a smile upon seeing me. “Come here, love.”
Emiliano wiggles out of my arms and takes off sprinting to explore more of the house. Camila, wearing her usual sour expression, chases after him. Tania pulls me into a hug, her fat fake tits smashed against my chest. She smells like one of the new perfumes I bought Rosa.
“How are you?” I ask.
She pulls away and smiles, her fake lashes batting against her cheeks. “Perfect as always. How is my favorite stepson?”
Father chuckles from behind her as he possessively pulls her back into his arms. I am of no threat to him with Tania, but she’s closer to my age than his. He doesn’t let her get far from him. Ever. She seems to prefer it that way as she melds against him.
“All is well in Acapulco,” I tell her with a grin.
Father kisses her head and then releases her to hug me. “I’ve missed you, mijo.”
I pat his back and then gesture to the open doors overlooking the backyard and ocean. “You must put your things away and relax after your travels. Everything is ready for your arrival.”
Father flashes me a grin of approval. “We’ll change into our suits. I look forward to catching up.”
Tania clutches onto his elbow and Alejandro shows them to where they’ll be staying. It’s where they always stay. Father’s bodyguards follow after them. I take the moment to seek out Rosa. She’s still outside and is fussing over a flower arrangement over one of the tables. I sneak up behind her and wrap my arms around her.
“Time to party, mami,” I growl against her ear.
Her pink summer dress is thin and I love how it hugs her curvy body, but I want to see her in a swimsuit more.
“Change into your swimsuit. Party is getting started and I want you to officially meet my father,” I say, my hands sliding up to her fat tits.
She turns in my arms, a frown on her pretty face. “What if he doesn’t like me?”
I chuckle. “You are beautiful. Father loves pretty things. Go change.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“I’m always right.”
It’s taken her much longer than I expected for her to change. I already swapped out my suit for black swim trunks. Tania and Father have long since come to the pool. What’s taking so fucking long?
“I heard about the Osos,” Father says as he sips from a mini bottle of tequila. He prefers them over glasses. The same sized ones they stock hotels and airplanes with. I make sure to have plenty to keep Father happy. And as his son, I drink them too when he’s around.
“The Osos no longer exist.” I down the small bottle and deposit it on the side of the pool. Despite the cool breeze, the water is heated to perfection.
“Who are our threats now?” Father asks.
I shrug and then rest my arms on the edge of the pool as I stare at the ocean. “Arturo is analyzing our next moves. Everything is in chaos. Mayor is missing. Police are wisely protecting their only money-making assets left, the local hotels along the beach. The city is nothing but bloodshed and horror.”
Father chuckles. His back is against the pool side as he watches Tania play with Emiliano in the shallow end. “Business is up in Puerto Vallarta. New hotels being built all the time. The Estradas own most of the expansion. It’s how I was able to buy my new yacht.”
I narrow my eyes and focus on the massive beast out beyond the waves. “That’s yours?”
“It is. She cuts through the water as though she’s Moses parting the Red Sea. The waters yield to her command.”
“It’s safe for Emi?”
“Of course it is. There’s no way he could accidentally fall off. When on the yacht, not only does Camila watch after him, but I’ve assigned my two most trusted men to also watch. He’s precocious but intelligent. Your brother has a healthy respect for the ocean. Unlike someone I know,” he teases.
I chuckle. “Cliff diving has nothing to do with respect for the ocean. It’s about knowing your abilities. I’m confident in my ability of finding the deepest part to dive into. I am not careless, Padre.”
“Of course not—holy shit,” he hisses. “Look at that woman, Javi. Ella es hermosa.” She’s beautiful.
When I turn, I grin upon seeing her. My Rosa. And she’s more than beautiful. She’s utterly breathtaking. She wears a two-piece white bikini that barely covers parts of her that taste like heaven. The triangles covering her nipples are tiny and the globes of her breasts are on full display for everyone, including my father. The tiny scrap that covers her bottom half is just that. A scrap. I know she’s shaved smooth beneath, but I can see the dark line of her slit of her pussy lips. It will be only more transparent once she hits the water. I knew when I chose this one for her, it would be perfect. Her long dark hair is in messy waves behind her and she wears a pair of white strappy heels that make her calves more toned looking than before.
“¡Hola, mami!” I call out, pride in my voice.
She seeks me out and flashes me a brilliant smile. Her makeup is flawless. Long dark lashes. Smoky eyeshadow. Full red lips. The jewelry I’ve given her glimmers in the late afternoon sun, making her fucking sparkle.
“Hola, Javi,” she greets, her voice husky and shy.
“This is your girlfriend?” Father asks, his eyes tracking her as she walks around the pool.
“Sí. She’s perfect, yes?”
“I can certainly see why you’re so taken with her,” he agrees. “Let’s meet the darling.”
I climb out of the pool and stalk over to her, dripping wet. She lets out a squeal of surprise when I grab her and pull her against me. Her ass is bare and I’m pleased that she’s wearing this thong swimsuit. It’s daring but my manzanita is brave. My palms grip her naked ass in appreciation.
“I could fuck you right now in front of everyone,” I murmur against her ear. “You’re so goddamned hot that everyone here wishes you belonged to them. But you are mine, Rosa.”
She melts at my words. This woman is so pliable. I can ease her into anything as long as I preempt it with something lovely whispered into her ear.
“I’m yours,” she agrees.
“And I’m Yoet Estrada,” my father says from behind Rosa, amusement in his voice.
She pulls away and offers her dainty hand. He takes it and kisses the top but doesn’t release her. Tania, used to his flirtatious nature, doesn’t even bat an eye in his direction. My father is no threat of taking my woman, but it won’t stop him from being ultra friendly with her.
“Rosa Delgado,” she says, her voice sultry and somehow fierce all at once. Another niggle of pride dances through me. I hug her from behind, my palms roaming all over her naked flesh. I’m hard and my cock presses against her, letting her know just how she affects me.
“Rosa is a beautiful name,” he says. “Come meet my wife, Tania, and our son, Emiliano.”
He tugs at her hand, forcing me to release her. I watch Rosa’s perfect ass jiggle as she walks with my father toward the shallow end of the pool. Tania with Emi on her hip climbs up the steps and regards Rosa with a wide smile. They shake hands and then Rosa leans forward to ruffle Emi’s hair. He beams at her and reaches for her.
My chest aches at seeing her take my brother into her arms. She hugs him to her as though he’s every bit as precious to her as he is me. When she turns to seek out my gaze, her eyes shine with love and adoration. I’m stunned by how gorgeous she is in this moment. It has nothing to do with her killer body and everything to do with her instant love for my brother.
Stalking over to them, I beam at her. “He’s perfect, yes?”
She nods. “So cute. Oh my God. I love him.”
Emi plays with her necklace and babbles about a show called Paw Patrol. She nods animatedly as she listens. He equally adores her. Any apprehension I had about her meeting my family is squashed in this moment.
“Camila,” Tania calls out. “It’s time to put Emiliano to bed.”
Camila nods, never smiling, and takes Emi from Rosa’s arms. It’s dusk now and the party is getting underway as the band has arrived. The atmosphere quickly evolves from family swim party to adult dance party. As the music begins booming and an up and coming new Mexican band starts playing, I tug Rosa back into my arms where she belongs. I wave for a server to bring us drinks. Real ones. He offers us shots of tequila. Once we’ve downed a couple and the heat is sliding through our veins, I start dancing with Rosa.
Her hips move to the beat in a provocative way that has my dick aching in my trunks. I simply hold her with her back pressed to my chest, satisfied for the skin to skin connection. Besides, our dancing can’t even hold a candle to Father and Tania. A crowd forms when Father starts bobbing his head to the beat. His chest is covered with tattoos that rival mine and his trunks hang low on his narrowed hips. He may be older, but Tania is lucky to have a man like him. She wears a revealing black bikini that makes her fat tits bounce when she starts dancing too. Those two are positively in sync with one another. It’s mesmerizing to watch.
“Wow,” Rosa marvels aloud.
I suckle on her neck and reverently palm her stomach. “They dance well.”
“You think?” she says with a laugh. “They’re amazing.”
Tania holds her arm out, her fingers calling for my father as her hips rock to the beat. He dances toward her as though she’s reeling him in. When he’s close, she pretends to push him away without touching him. He acts as though he’s been struck but then dances forward again, bending his knees more and more with each step until he falls at his knees in front of her. Their dance takes a provocative turn when he grips her thigh and lifts it over his shoulder. She tugs on his hair with one hand and waves her other one above her as she moves. His lips kiss her thigh and his palms grope her ass. Then, he’s back on his feet, his hips rocking against hers. Their eyes are locked on one another as they both fight for lead during their dance. His palms rake over her, tugging at her swimsuit hard enough to tease the audience with more skin but never pulling it hard enough to expose her.
“Let’s go to the hot tub,” I murmur, eager to touch my woman without prying eyes of everyone around us. My private hot tub would be ideal, but Father will not be pleased if I leave the party. So, I head for the big one near the pool that has several people already in it.
Marco Antonio nods, fully dressed in a black suit with a tan FN SCAR in hand—a fully automatic rifle that shoots 5.56 ammo—a constant reminder that nobody gets out of fucking line or they’ll be riddled with holes like the goddamned Swiss cheese on the party platters. Nobody dares start shit. Not at an Estrada party. We’re heavily protected and watched over. Everyone knows this.
“Let me help you, mami,” I croon as I kneel in front of Rosa. I grasp her ankle and place her shoe on my knee. Quickly, I unfasten the buckle and rid her of her fancy shoe. The next one gets removed. Faces I don’t recognize politely nod and then exit the waters, leaving us alone.
“Your father is nice,” she says, smiling. “So is his wife.”
Nice.
Her embarrassment tells me she thinks he’s handsome.
“I’m glad you approve of my family.” I kiss the inside of her knee before standing.
She’s much shorter without her heels. So fucking cute. I grasp her hand and guide her into the hot water. We settle with her in my lap with her back against me.
“The party is just getting started,” I murmur against her ear as I grip her thighs and spread her apart.
“Yeah?” she breathes.
I like her cunt open and waiting for me. But my sweet Rosa will have to wait a little while longer. So many things I want to show her.
“Arturo,” I call out.
My bodyguard snaps to attention and strides over to the side of the hot tub. “Find Iker. Tell him to bring everything.” He nods and leaves.
“Who’s Iker?” she questions, turning her head slightly.
I kiss her supple lips. “He’s the one who makes my parties fun.”
“I’m already having fun,” she tells me against my mouth. “I’d have more fun if you’d actually touch me.” The pout in her voice has me throwing back my head in laughter.
“I will touch you plenty,” I promise. “Dessert is meant for last because you appreciate it more. You’ve waited so long to taste it. If we skipped to dessert each time, it would no longer be as sweet, manzanita.”
Iker saunters our way, his bag slung over his shoulder. The kid, not much older than Alejandro, is fit and tatted up everywhere. All over his chest and face. He’d look fucking fierce except he’s always high as a kite and grinning like an idiot. His swim trunks hang low on his trim waist and if they fall any more, he’ll show us his pierced cock. I’ve seen it more times than I care to when he’s gotten blitzed out of his mind at my parties.
“Señor,” he greets as he sits down on the edge of the hot tub, his long legs dangling in the water. His eyes slide over to Rosa and they glimmer with appreciation. “I have the best shit in Guerrero tonight,” he boasts. “For the beautiful lady, she will have a night she’ll never forget.”
I arch a brow at him. “Just the lady?”
He chuckles. “I suppose you can partake, you dirty bastard.”
Most men would get shot in the face for being disrespectful, but Iker is just a little shit. You either love him or hate him. Lucky for him, I love him. I love what he offers even more. He digs around in his bag until he finds a baggie filled with pink pills. Once he has some in his hand, he slides into the water and makes his way over to us.
“Open,” he instructs to Rosa.
She turns and her eyes blaze with worry. I kiss her nose and then open my mouth. Iker places a pill on my tongue and I swallow it dry.
“It’s okay,” I assure her.
Tentatively, she opens her mouth. Iker’s eyes gleam devilishly as he feeds her a pill. I’m sure he’d love to feed her his cock as well. Over my dead body.
“Heightens sensations. You’ll love me when you’re fucking later,” he tells me as he goes back to his bag. “Until that kicks in, I have some of the finest weed this country has seen.”
As he preps his pipe, Rosa turns to whisper, “I don’t know if I should.”
“You should. I’ll keep you safe,” I promise.
He slides our way, a plume of pungent smoke exhaling from him. Like the dutiful little helper he is, he holds the pipe to Rosa’s lips. She’s nervous but takes a hit. When she coughs it out, both Iker and I laugh. I snag it from his grip and take my own hit. It’s stout, but I can tell it’s really good shit.
“You’re doing so well,” I praise to my girl as I blow out the smoke onto her neck. Then, I nip at her flesh with my teeth. “What else you got?” I ask Iker.
“The usual. Coke. Crystal. Uppers. Downers.” He beams at me. “Roofies.”
Rosa stiffens in my arms.
“I don’t need to roofie my girl. She spreads her legs for me whenever I ask,” I boast as I once again part her thighs.
Iker’s eyes are wide and focused despite probably being fucked up right now as he stares at her through the water. The blue glow of the lights illuminates her position.
“Here, jefe,” Arturo says as he sets down one of the server trays on the ledge beside me. It’s filled with shots of tequila.
“Gracias.” I pluck one from the tray and hand it over to Iker. Then, I give my girl one.
Shot after shot, we drink and cut up. Iker has some shitty jokes, but they make Rosa laugh, which in turn, makes me laugh. The more we drink and smoke, the more relaxed she gets. I love when she lets loose. Whatever pill Iker fed to us is starting to take its toll. Rosa can’t stop from rubbing against my dick. And when I suck on her neck, she whimpers in such a needy fucking way. A way that has even Iker forgetting who she belongs to as he inches closer and closer.
“Let’s go to your room,” Rosa pleads.
Iker smirks knowingly at me. “Don’t mind me.”
I tug at one of the strings on her bottom bikini. Then, I tug at the other. She gasps when I pull the material from her body, revealing her perfect cunt to the other man in the hot tub. I pull her thighs apart since she seems to want to close them, and reveal everything to him.
“She’s perfect, yes?” I ask him.
He nods, his eyes blazing with hunger. “Sí.”
“She’s mine,” I growl.
“Sí,” he rasps out, his eyes never leaving her cunt. “Look but don’t touch.”
I slide a finger between her slit and push inside of her. A mewl escapes her. “Her cunt is the tightest one I’ve ever had the pleasure of feeling,” I tell him. I urge another finger inside her, loving how she whimpers in response. “Any man who thinks he can sink his cock into her cunt that belongs to me will get his throat cut. Simple.”
“Simple,” Iker rasps. He’s hard in his trunks as he fantasizes about my woman.
“I bet you wish you could fuck her,” I taunt.
His eyes flash and he nods. “If she didn’t belong to an Estrada, I’d fuck her so good.”
Evil bastard likes to drive me mad.
“She belongs to me, which means you can watch me fuck what you’ll never have,” I growl. “Bring her more.”
He groans but fishes through his bag for another pill. This time she doesn’t argue when he places the pill on her tongue. His finger lingers and he reluctantly pulls away. I’m buzzed, but I accept another. Marco Antonio and Arturo are nearby. Plus, Father’s men are always on watch.
“Javier,” Rosa whines as she wiggles in my arms until she’s facing me and straddles my hips. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and her pupils wide. “I need you.”