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Instead of ‘sErVing sOme tAbLes’ I ended my fucking shift early and went home.
the man had been shot execution-style – twice in the head, once in each eye – before being thrown into the water.”
May you dream of little angels.
“What cuisine do you like?”
“Puerto Rican.”
“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” His smooth voice broke the tension.
Fuck no. It pisses me off. “Does it turn you on when I tell you to fuck off?”
Zachary shrugged. “What can I say? It’s hot when...
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“You’re so full of yourself, it’s insane.”
“You could be full of me too if you’re a good girl and ask nicely.” He finished by brushing a strand of hair from my face.
“You keep making me bleed, hermosa.” Still so unbothered… “You keep getting on my fucking nerves, pendejo.” He chuckled. “Is that why your heart’s hammering for me?” I blinked. “You’re fucking delusional.” “You’re blushing.” Frustration bubbled up inside me. “Go fuck yourself.” “I’d rather fuck you instead.” “Too bad. Get in line.”
“It’s time we begin our agreement, don’t you think?”
“Such a gentleman.”
He gave me a wink. “Only for you.”
My cheek still burned from where she’d kissed me good night and my dick still got hard at the memory. I seriously considered never washing that side of my face again.
I wanted her mind, body and soul to ache for me just as much as I ached for her. To willingly and gladly get on her knees for me. To beg like she never would with anyone else. To want to be mine.
I didn’t know why Maria was upset, but I was still going to resuscitate Juan, beat the shit out of him, and then kill him myself.
It’d been sixteen hours, forty-seven minutes, and a shitload of seconds since I’d stormed out of Maria’s apartment. Sixteen fucking hours and forty-seven goddamned minutes of pure torture.
“I’ve never… had a boyfriend before.”
“Good. Then I’m your first and last.”
Zach took it even more seriously, making sure to kiss every inch of me while rasping ‘mine’ against my skin.
The Mexican Cartel was the most dangerous Cartel in the world. Violent and ruthless. I was raised in it; trained to live and die by its commandments. No outsiders. No mercy. No loose ends. I never had an issue following those rules. At least not until she came along.
Eyes of such an emerald green; they pierced through my soul, and entangled so deep in my chest, I still saw them every time I closed my eyes. Those goddamned eyes.
I remembered everything I could about her from that night – her scent, height, voice, eyes. I’d spent two fucking years obsessing over her and she couldn’t have given less of a shit about me.
This girl was fucking unreadable. I didn't like that.
When I parked in front of her apartment building, we both froze. She never told me where she lived. Shit.
She turned to me. “How–”
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Why did the hottest woman from here to the West Coast, have to be this one?
A black-and-white, abstract painting of a girl’s face, almost fully blurred. Her long, dark hair, messy and wild, cascaded down her shoulders. Only her siren eyes remained intact – extremely detailed and vibrantly green.
Lifting my arm, I pointed my Glock with the silencer towards the man. “We’re busy–” Pop. Oops. Guess you’re not so fucking busy anymore.
She kissed me on the goddamn cheek. Just like that. Mwah.
“Follow her home. Make sure she’s safe.”
But for the first time in my life, I’d been terrified. And I would’ve begged any God or supreme being if it meant they’d bring her back.
“Tell me the next time you go. I take care of it from now on.” I’d never had a girlfriend, so I never cared about this shit before. But if Maria was going to be my girl, and she thought she would pay for herself, she was crazy. Her money was her money, and my money was her money.
My lips met hers with the type of desperation only someone who’d finally gotten a taste of Heaven after years of misery would understand.
I would make this girl want me. So bad it became a fucking need.
“Good.” Leaning in, I bit her neck possessively. “You’re mine whether you like it or not, hermosa.”
But the one reason that could’ve gotten me on my knees, was her.
I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell asleep. I must’ve been dreaming because I thought I felt the softest kiss on my cheekbone, followed by a whisper. “I love you, too.”
But the thing about being a liar and a cheat… No one believed you when you were actually telling the truth.
“What I did was unforgivable. So, I’m going to spend the rest of my life apologizing. I’ll do anything. You know I will.”
“I am never getting over her.” All I wanted was to drink alone and think about Maria. But these idiots just had to tag along and ruin my free time.
“You’ve only really known me for three months.”
The corner of his mouth tipped with the smallest smile. “I’ve known you my whole life.”
“Por favor, mi amor. Perdóname.”
“I need to get the doctor–”
“They can wait. I fucking did for three years.”
My own pair of eyes stared back at me, needled into the muscles of his back, right under his shoulder blade.