Chapter Seven
Javier
Mari Belle spent her birthday party with a smile on her face and an ache between her legs. An ache I gave her. I was fucking proud of it.
Maricio left a few days ago for America. He was high when he left so I had to sit back and wait impatiently for confirmation of his safe arrival. Maricio was always the wild card. Unpredictable at best, he was never someone you could be certain would stick to a plan. The last thing any of us needed was him drawing any attention to himself. He doesn’t think before he acts and one day I just knew it was going to bite us both in the ass.
Walking in the house, the pressure was on. I needed to talk to Mari. I needed to tell her we had to make some decisions. I wouldn’t force her to marry me. If this wasn’t what she wanted, then I would leave everything behind for her. I had enough money hidden away to get her and my mother set up in the States. Maricio would take care of them.
Defying Miguel by not marrying her would result in punishment. Then when he picked her next suitor, only to find her gone, a death order would be put on my head. There would be no escaping it.
When I got inside, the house was quiet. I found a note from my mom on the fridge saying she had run to town for groceries. This wasn’t unusual. Now that she didn’t have to stretch her money, she would sometimes go to the store just to get out of the house. It didn’t bother me. I was happy she was comfortable. Her timing today was perfect. Mari Belle had graduated from high school and was home waiting to start college next semester. With my mom gone Mari should be home and we could talk about our relationship. Things had moved fast and so very slow at the same time. From that first kiss I gave her when she was fifteen to laying with her night after night not touching her, I had fantasized for far too long about what it would be to make her mine. The time was here, but life didn’t have it in the cards for me to take things slow. The times we shared night after night talking, falling in love, that would have to make due in her memory bank for whatever courtship she might have wanted in life. Even though, I wouldn’t force her to marry me, if she didn’t I would have to send her away. So if we were to have any future together at all this was it for the two of us.
Making my way to the back of the house, I found Mari standing in her closet door way.
My breath caught in my throat.
All thoughts and plans of talking went out the door as my cock hardened in my pants. She stood in front of her mirror in nothing but my white t-shirt and a pair of red lace panties. The colors popped against the tan of her skin. The curves of her ass sloped into the firmness of her thighs and tone legs. Travelling up, her flat stomach showed as she twisted the shirt up like she was judging herself.
“Nothing more fucking beautiful.”
She turned to me, her eyes blazing. “Javi,” she greeted and rushed into my arms.
“Killin’ me softly, mi cielo,” I whispered before I pressed my lips to hers. She readily opened for me.
In seconds I was rock hard, painfully hard, and ready to get lost with her. In minutes I was thrusting inside her. In an hour, we both laid across her bed spent.
That was when my phone rang. I was naked with Mari beside me, filled with my hot seed, my cock limp inside her pussy. My mind was not on business. My mind was on the woman I loved. My mind was on the way I wanted to spend every day I had left on this Earth just like this. My mind was not on the Cartel. Picking up the phone, I answered on a clip. “Shit better be good or someone’s gonna die.”
The laugh on the other end let me know he didn’t care about what I was leaving behind. “There has been a power change. Be to Silvia’s in an hour,” Paco instructed before hanging up.
I sighed not wanting to leave Mari, but knowing I had no other choice. It pained me in a way I wasn’t used to. My chest actually ached at the thought of leaving her. Mari seemed to understand this. She moved to straddle me using her pussy muscles to keep my cock inside of her. It was a bold move for a woman who was just coming into her own. I loved it and craved more of this from her.
“I’ll be here when you get home,” she whispered leaning down to kiss me.
I had time. I was going to take the little window of time I had too. Because what man could resist such a beauty. “Fuck,” I roared as my cock hardened again. “Can’t leave like this,” I moaned as I thrust inside her. I had the rest of our lives I tried to tell myself. Instead, it gave me more panic to leave her forcing my need to have more of her to grow. My addiction and attraction to Mari was a dangerous weakness for someone in my line of work.
She giggled and it was heaven to my ears. Leaning up, she sat tall on top of me as she slowly rolled up and then back down on my shaft. Her long, dark hair came down in waves covering her big titties. She rode me while I felt the liquid seep out from our earlier work up. Knowing I was in her and had just come inside her, I was ready to explode again.
Moving my hands behind my head, I laced my fingers together as my abs flexed under her. “Ride me, Mari. Get yourself there. Take what you need, mi cielo.”
Her hands came to her tits where she tugged at them while she continued this slow pace.
“Get there, Mari. I don’t have much time. Not gonna leave you till you scream out my name again.”
My words spurred her on and she rolled her hips. My cock threatened to explode before she finished.
“When I get home, you’re gonna sit on my face. I’m gonna put my tongue between your pussy lips, Mari. I’m gonna taste that pussy. I’m gonna swallow your cream as I lap, suck, and nip at your pussy. Take your hand, Mari, use your fingers for me. Rub your clit and think about my tongue flicking against it.”
Her rhythm became erratic as she got closer to her climax.
“I’m gonna slide my finger inside you while you grind against my face. I’m gonna devour you, Mari. I’m gonna eat you until you can’t feel your toes. When you slump over me, I’m gonna keep eating. I’ll hold your hips and keep you steady fucking my face, Mari. You’re gonna come so much that my cock will slide inside you with you so wet, it’ll be like thrusting in the ocean. Liquid everywhere. You ever been so wet, Mari. You ever have a man make you so wet? You gonna come for me, Mari? You gonna come on my face tonight, mi cielo?”
She whimpered as she kept riding me. She was close.
“Tell me, Mari. Tell me, who makes you wet?”
“You,” she moaned, the word dragging it out, desperate for her release.
“Who makes you come, Mari? Mi cielo, whose face are you gonna fuck tonight?”
“Yours.”
“My name, Mari. I want my name on those lips,” I growled as I quickly moved my hands to grab her hips and flip us to her being on her back. In quick succession I pounded inside her as she just moaned wildly. Her body trembled, she was there. “Say my name.”
I reached between us, finding her nub, I pressed as she cried out with her orgasm and my come shot in hot bursts inside of her.
“Javi, it’s you Javi. I’m yours,” she screamed as she rode out her orgasm.
With a quick clean up, I rushed out and left her lying spent in our bed with my come in her body. Sure, there was a risk, but I planned to make her my wife. If she got pregnant it wouldn’t be a bad thing to me.
That was a conversation we could have later.
I made my way into Miguel Silvia’s home, my sunglasses in place. I could still smell Mari on me as I settled into the office. Gabriel wasn’t at the door which surprised me. When I stepped into the space, Miguel sat at the head of the table with a strange look on his face.
The air was tense.
I didn’t like it.
I kept my sunglasses in place as I took a seat beside Miguel. This would be a mistake, but it wasn’t something I was prepared for.
It didn’t take long for the room to fill with the appropriate people. The energy was off. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
Maricio strolled in and planted himself beside me scaring me. I looked over to him and leaned in. “What the ever lovin’ fuck are you doing here?”
“Paco called mid-morning. I left, got caught up in an accident at the border but I’m here.”
“You coulda called. Your sister and Mamá will want to see you.”
He gave a little huff. “Don’t know how much time I have.”
“At least let’s go to dinner.”
“Si,” he agreed as Paco paced behind Miguel.
Paco should be taking a seat. He wasn’t. Aurelio took Paco’s normal place and nodded to me.
I knew of him, but didn’t actually know him. While he had been in the organization for as long as Maricio and I had been doing runs, he was older than us by about ten years. He went to school with my sister. They even dated for a short time. My sister, though, she wanted nothing to do with the Cartel life and I knew they ended on not so great terms when she took off to the states with the stranger named Frederick.
Aurelio kept his distance anytime we were together for work and I kept mine. He was low key and really more of an assistant to Paco than a pusher like myself or Maricio. In fact, I didn’t know of a time where Aurelio actually touched the drugs.
It wasn’t my call to make. He did his job and I did mine.
Miguel cleared his throat.
“Some changes are happening,” he began and Paco moved to stand directly behind him.
It was strange.
Too strange.
I reached behind me, grabbing my gun. Maricio put his hand on my arm stopping me. He gave the smallest shake of his head as if he knew what was happening.
That pissed me off.
This wasn’t safe. We were in danger. I could feel it. He knew something and didn’t tell me. Where was his loyalty to me over everyone? Where was his concern for my safety, his safety, which also ensured his sister’s safety?
I didn’t have time to think about it as Miguel cleared his throat again.
“Paco will be in charge going forward. I am retiring.” Miguel said the words, but my brain didn’t want to process them.
He looked to me and grabbed my wrist. My watch dug painfully into my skin. “Trust no one, Javi, not even your brother. Have no attachments and on my word make him—”
His last word was cut off as the shot fired rang through the space. My glasses protected my eyes as his blood and brain matter splattered across them and my face.
I wanted to jump up, to react, but I remained steady. I learned from watching and in watching I learned to never react.
Ever.
Paco’s sinister laugh filled the air. “You heard the man. I’m in charge of the Silvia Cartel. This is mine. I’ll be moving in. Aurelio is at my right. Maricio oversees US territories now. Javi, you will soon be joining him in the States.”
I wanted to ask what the fuck was going on. I wanted to know what Paco had on Miguel that allowed him to have this opportunity.
But I knew better.
I knew asking questions was a death sentence. One I couldn’t afford for my woman or my mother. They depended on my income and that meant staying alive. It was clear to me with Maricio’s behavior he wasn’t someone that I could count on anymore and neither could they.
No, I was on my own.