Chapter Seven
“You lay one more hand on her and it’s the last thing you’ll fucking do.” I seethe, my whole body vibrating with rage as I stare down who I assume is Cara’s twin brother given the same gray eyes staring back at me.
“This is not your concern.” The gutless prick glares at me even as I feel Cara’s dainty hand on the back of my shoulder.
“You’re wrong about that,” I hiss. “Cara is my wife and therefore my only fucking concern. The only reason I haven’t pulled the trigger yet is out of courtesy for her, but please, give me a reason to ignore her.”
“Rocco. Don’t.”
Mateo chuckles in front of me, holding his hands up and taking a step back.
“Okay, okay. I won’t lay another hand on her. For now.”
I growl right as Cain’s voice joins the fucking party.
“You know, I have no such fucking obligations to Mrs. King, other than keeping her safe, so I’m more than happy to paint the room with your fucking blood.”
“Cain.” Cara warns, and he chuckles.
“I’m almost tempted to do it just to have your wrath aimed at me, Se?ora.You fight like a badass.”
“And if Cain doesn’t do it,” Tex’s voice comes from the other side of where we stand, low and menacing, “I’ll fucking shoot you simply for disrupting business.”
I smirk, believing both my friends’ words. Cain is a crazy fucker, and Mateo’s lucky he even got a fucking warning, and Tex, the quiet guy behind the bar, well he’s there for a reason, and it’s not just because he knows how to make those fucking fruity drinks the Diamonds love so much. The Diamond Crew only recruits the best, after all.
“I hear you loud and clear.” Mateo still grins, and I wonder if he’s a match for Cain’s energy. Something we shouldn’t take lightly.
Straightening his clothes, he leans to the side, his eyes traveling past me to where I assume he’s looking at his sister.
“Always a pleasure, sis.”
He shoots her a fucking wink as he steps over an upturned chair and makes his way to the exit. Keeping my gun trained on him, I watch Cain and Tex follow behind him as they make sure he leaves the premises.
As soon as they disappear through the curtain, I lower my gun and spin to Cara.
“Are you okay?”
My eyes dance over her face as I tuck my piece into the back of my jeans, before I run my hands down her arms, searching for injuries.
“I’m fine,” she says quietly, her attention shifting to the exit, which is when I see her swelling jaw and red cheek where I saw the fucker slap her from the security cameras I was watching her on while I spoke with Cain.
Pressing my fingers to the other side of her jaw, I tilt her face so I can get a better look.
“Jesus.” I mutter, hating to see her marked like that. I should have killed that fucker, if not for this, but for the way he left her scarred after the punishments he gave her as they grew up.
“Alana! Sasha!” I call, not taking my eyes off Cara’s inflamed skin, even as she tries to jerk away from my touch.
“Yes?” Sasha’s voice gets closer, but I don’t bother looking at her. “Can you get an ice pack for Cara, please?”
“Yes. Of course.” She agrees just as Cain and Tex re-enter the club.
“Is he gone?” I ask, and Cain beams, strutting toward us like a fucking king that just won a war.
“He’s gone, but he’ll be back. He’s as excited at the idea of playing as I am.”
“This isn’t a game.” Cara snaps, shooting Cain a glare, and he rolls his eyes.
“Everything is a game, mi peque?o salvaje.”
Shaking her head, a grin tugs at Cara’s lips as Cain struts by, and I frown, trying to figure out what the fuck he just said to her.
“What did you say?” I ask Cain, who shrugs before disappearing down the hall and I turn my gaze back to Cara. “What did he say?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” She shrugs before stepping around me and moving to the bar to take a seat.
“Yes, you do. It was something in Spanish.” I interject, moving to her side as I hear Tex chuckle to himself while he re-stashes his shotgun under the counter.
“I must have missed it.” Cara shrugs but the smirk on her face tells me fucking otherwise and I growl.
“Dammit, woman. Just fucking tell me what he said.”
Turning in her chair to face me, she shoots me a glare. “Why? Why must you know everything?”
“Because I’m your fucking husband.”
Her lips thin. “Not a good enough reason.” She turns back to face the bar right as Sasha places the ice pack on the counter.
“This should help.” She offers Cara, giving her a soft smile before retreating, and Cara picks up the ice pack and the thin towel and gently presses it to her cheek and jaw.
“Look, I’m trying here,” I tell her, sitting my ass in the seat next to her. “And the fact that you keep speaking in Spanish to me, doesn’t seem very fucking fair because I don’t understand it.”
“I wasn’t the one who spoke Spanish that time.” She points out, and I grit my teeth.
“I’m just trying to understand you. He said something that made you grin, and I want to know what it fucking was.” She shrugs, even as Tex speaks.
“He said, my little savage.”
My gaze darts to Tex, who grins past his mustache before shrugging and I grumble.
“Why the fuck does everyone but me know Spanish?”
Cara rolls her eyes. “I think the real question is, why didn’t you learn Spanish at school? In prison, I was told it’s an option for most schools that offer learning a foreign language.”
My mouth goes dry as I feel the familiarity of my uneducated past slam into me, making me feel like the dumb street kid I was ten years ago.
Without meaning to, I shoot Cara a glare, but try to hide any other response I have to it by facing the bar and knocking the counter.
Tex gets to work pouring me a whiskey on the rocks, and my eyes catch Cara’s reflection in the mirror behind the bar as she looks at me, a puzzled frown tugging at her brows.
Shit. She noticed my reaction.
I hadn’t meant for that to happen. It’s not something I’ve fucking given a shit about for years, but for some reason, now with Cara in the picture, I feel like my past will just show her how fucking unworthy I am to declare her as mine.
“Rocco?” Cara asks quietly, but Cain fucking saves the day, leaping in to burst our bubble with his larger-than-life energy.
“Tell me Mrs. King. Who taught you how to fight like that?”
My brows lift with interest, and I turn to see Cara’s attention on Cain now.
“Prison. There’s a lot of free time.”
Cain nods. “I bet you ruled that place. Cara the Queen.” He holds his hands up like he’s framing a sign that has the words spelled out in lights.
Cara giggles.
Fuck, I love hearing that.
“Mr. King. Our fair ruler called me back.” Cain bows like he’s talking to fucking royalty. I wonder what pills he pops to live in the delusional world he lives in. Maybe I should ask him for some?
“And?” I ask, remembering back to the conversation I was having with Cain in the office before Cara’s twin decided to show up.
“No location found as of yet, but Dante has people working on it. They are trying to track the most recent visitor as we speak.”
I nod, ignoring Cara’s curious eyes as she looks between us and tries to piece the information together.
I’d asked Cain to find out if Dante’s sources had a lead on Cara’s mom’s location yet. After knowing it was her brother that came to taunt her at my house last night, or should I say, our house, I knew her mom mustn’t have been too far away, but so far, she’s been a ghost ever since she and her evil son got away after our wedding. I was hoping since Mateo showed up that perhaps they could get a new lead, and hopefully now with what I decipher from Cain, they will since they must be following Mateo after leaving here.
“Now who’s keeping secrets,” Cara mutters and I bite back a smirk.
“I’ll fill you in at home.” I toss back the whiskey I haven’t touched, before standing. “Let’s go.”
Even though she shoots daggers at me, Cara stands and offers a wave to Tex and Cain as she holds the ice pack to her face. The moment she is standing, I link our fingers and ignore the eyes following us as we leave and head back to my little house.
“Are you ever going to tell me what you and Cain were just talking about?” Cara asks as I unlock the front door.
“I don’t see why I should since you didn’t think you needed to share what Cain said to you with me.”
I know I’m being petty, but if anything, I’m doing it to rile her up a little.
I like seeing the fire in her eyes. Seeing the spark of passion to not let anyone rule over her. It’s the only way I know how to keep her motivated to keep fighting.
“Tex told you what he said.” She complains, stepping inside with me, and I shut the door, locking it before shaking my head.
“Tex told me. Not you. I asked you what Cain said.” I point out, and her shoulders slump.
“Whatever.”
Sometimes I forget that she’s still in her teens. I know I’m not that much older, so I probably shouldn’t think like that, but it’s hard not to when there is a part of her that seems so much older than her nineteen years, and then there are parts that make her seem like she’s newly a teenager.
I fucking hate her parents for raising her with such twisted beliefs.
A knock behind me at the door makes us still, and Cara’s eyes go wide in panic.
Reaching for my gun, I whisper to my wife. “Hide.” Before calling out. “Who is it?”
“It’s Martina. Martina Rodríguez.”
As Cara dashes into my bedroom to hide, I move to open the door, making sure Martina can see the gun in my hand.
“What do you want?”
“I-I want to see Cara.” She stutters, her dark hair shorter than it was three years ago, her curls barely long enough to touch her shoulders.
“No.” I snap, glaring at the woman who told Cara obscene lies about sex and her duty as a wife.
“But she’s my daughter. I miss her.”
I chuckle darkly. “She may be your biological daughter, Mrs. Rodríguez, but you’re no mother.”
“You know nothing. Please, I’m here to help you. Take her off your hands. She can be so troublesome.”
I hear the faint hiss from my bedroom, confirming that Cara must be right behind the door, listening.
“Spare me your lies and fuck off. Cara is my wife, and I will not hand her over to you.”
“You say that now, but you see, Mr. King, you will eventually regret saying that. Cara was born a little different. She’s not so smart. Needs a stern hand. She has a lot to learn.”
“If she needs a stern hand, then rest assured, I will deliver it.”
I move to shut the door, but she puts her booted foot in the way.
“Fine. How much? I’ll buy her back.”
“She’s not for fucking sale!” I hiss, raising my gun to point it directly in her face, but she doesn’t even flinch.
“Of course she’s for sale. What’s your price?” Martina ignores my words, her expression holding too much fucking confidence for my liking.
“Why do you want her?” I ask instead, and she rounds her eyes, trying to appear innocent.
“Because she’s my daughter and I love her.”
I scoff, right as Cara flies from the bedroom and tugs the door open.
“You don’t love me! How could you? When you love someone, you don’t do the things you did to me. To Julietta.”
For the first time, I see Martina flinch, and even though Cara is inside the house with me, I still position myself a little more between them.
“That was your dad forcing my hand,” Martina cries. “Things are different now.”
Cara laughs but there’s no humor in it. “Things are not different now. Mateo spoke with me and tried to coax me as well, but you know what? He can’t hide his true colors. I know you don’t have good intentions either. What do you have planned for me if you get me back?” Cara sneers. “You gonna sell me again? I’ll fight. No one will get near me. I’ll kill them.”
Martina falls quiet, her expression turning from devastated to sinister.
“When we get you,” she snickers, leaning in a little, “and we will get you, my darling girl. I’ll make sure you are so hooked on coke that you’ll do the most depraved things for your next hit.”
In an instant, the barrel of my gun is pressed against her forehead.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just shoot you here?”
“Rocco,” Cara whisper-yells, rushing forward to drag my hand down so I’m no longer pressing the gun to her mother’s head. “Company.”
It takes me a second to figure out Cara’s meaning, but then my eyes move past her evil mother to the police cruiser slowly idling by.
“And on that note,” Martina mutters before turning her back on us and quickly darting toward the waiting black car in the driveway.
“Fuck,” I hiss, keeping my gun low so the cops, who are carefully watching as they move slowly past, don’t see me packing.
We both stand in the door waiting for the cops to move on as the black car reverses and speeds off in the opposite direction, before I urge Cara back and slam the door, locking it once again.
“Do you think that’s why she really wants you?” I ask Cara, who is still staring at the door like she can see through the solid wood. “Cara?”
Slowly, she blinks, before directing her gaze to me. “I’m not a virgin anymore, so the only thing I’m useful for is turning me into one of their whores.”
“Jesus.” Not able to hold back, I step forward and pull her to my chest, wrapping one hand around her to hold her to me, while I use the other hand to take out my phone and call Dante.
He’s in the UK with his family, so I hope it’s not like three in the morning there, because I have no fucking clue about all that shit.
“Hello?” His deep voice is loud in my ear, and Cara must hear it, because she pulls back to look at me.
“Dante, I’ve just had a visit from Martina Rodríguez. She was in a black car. Get your tech team to hack into my security cameras and get her plates.”
“Why would she be dumb enough to visit you?” Dante asks in confusion, because it’s not the typical MO in this sort of situation.
“She thought she could buy her back, and that I’d fucking say yes.”
“She’s either really stupid, or she has a back-up plan.” Dante points out before he turns his attention to something going on in the background. “Come on, give her back the glue. You both need to learn to share. Fucking girls are relentless today.” The last part is muttered so low I think I’m the only one to hear it.
“I’m leaning toward the latter.” I admit after he apologizes and turns his attention back to me before cursing.
“Okay. I’ll put more men on the streets. Someone has to know where they are hiding.”
“Thanks. Let me know if you find anything.” I suggest and Dante agrees.
“Of course. You’ll be the first person I call.”
Ending the call, Cara moves away from me and starts pacing.
She’s angry.
I can see it in the way her shoulders tense, and how her hands open and close into fists, over and over.
“Hit me,” I say, placing my gun on the table by the door.
“What?” she asks, stopping abruptly to frown at me. “No.”
“Fucking hit me,” I urge again, slapping a hand to my chest, asking her to use my body to take out her frustrations.
Slowly, she shakes her head, but the way she bites the corner of her mouth, tells me she’s considering it.
“Come on, Killer. It’ll help with your anger.” I slap my cheek this time. “Hit me.”
And she does. I barely see the punch coming before her fist slams into my jaw, rattling my teeth.
“Shit,” I hiss, eyes flaring wide. “You’re strong. Do it again.”
She does, this time the blow coming to my chest, causing me to cough a little as the wind flies from me.
“Again, Killer!” I yell, feeling the blood in my veins ignite.
This punch slams into my gut, bending me at the middle, and I don’t get the chance to tell her to go again before she swings, but this time, I catch her fist and shove her hard against the wall by the door.
“Fuck me,” I demand, staring into her furious gray eyes as her nostrils flare. “Fuck this anger out of your system. Use me, Cara. Take what you need and fuck me.”
“I don’t know how.” She breathes, even though I can see how much she wants this by the scorching heat in her eyes.
“Then give me permission and let me fuck you until you can’t fucking think anymore,” I demand and fuck, she nods.
“Yes.”
I’m on her in an instant, my lips claiming hers even as I palm her tit through the fabric of her top.
“Get this off,” I growl, moving back as I drop to my knees, happy to see her hurrying to do as I ask.
Working her leggings down, I drag her panties with them exposing her flesh, and my heated gaze travels up her body as she flings her bra to the side.
“Look how filthy you still are.” I press my nose to her exposed cunt and inhale audibly. “My dry cum makes your cunt look like a delectable treat.”
Her heated gaze widens even as her lips part as she watches me close the distance and lick over her seam.
Instantly, her hands fist in my hair, and I love this about her. How she likes to hold on. Make sure I stay there until the job is done.
I wonder if she even realizes she does it.
Flattening my tongue, I press it into her clit as I drag it, and she widens her stance, giving me better access.
“Fuck, Killer. You’re already so wet.”
“I-is that bad? Should I be embarrassed?”
I growl against her mound, gliding my fingers up her inner thigh before pressing two fingers to her opening.
“Fuck no. Wet is good, remember. Wet tells me you want me. Just like a man has an erection, a woman’s slick cunt is her version of a stiffy.”
“Oh.” She cries out, when I sink the fingers into her tight hot heat, stretching her.
As I start working my fingers into the spongy wall of her g-spot, I watch her face transform into a lust crazed expression.
“Tell me how to say beautiful in Spanish,” I ask her, and she presses her head back against the wall as she starts to move her hips, chasing her high.
“Hermosa.” She pants, and I grin, pressing my lips to her clit and kissing her passionately there.
Lost to the pleasure, she starts grinding against my face while I mash my fingers harder and faster, helping her get closer to ecstasy.
The moment she starts clamping around my fingers, I free my cock with my free hand, and when her cries slowly die off from riding her high, I stand quickly, hitch her legs up, and ease my cock inside her.
She tenses, but my lips find hers as I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue, and I use my free hand to circle her clit, building her pleasure again to mask any discomfort she feels at my invasion.
I slowly thrust a few times, feeling how easy my dick moves inside her with each motion, and then her hips are pressing into mine too, wanting more.
Lifting her legs, I wrap them around my waist and walk us awkwardly, with my jeans around my fucking ankles, to the side and through my bedroom door before falling us onto my bed.
I don’t stop moving. I continue pumping into her, faster and faster, loving her panted cries as she claws at my shoulders, holding on.
Breaking our kiss again, I push up, getting better momentum and pounding harder, watching how her tits jiggle with each thrust.
“Am I hurting you?” I grunt out, and she shakes her head.
“Yes. No. Don’t stop.”
I fucking grin. I knew she’d be a good student.
“Does it feel good?” I ask, before biting my lip and willing myself not to fucking come yet. I want to wait and ride that high with her.
“Yes. Oh yes.” She cries, arching back and squeezing her eyes tight.
“Eyes on me,” I demand, and her lids fly open, her steely gaze locking with mine.
“Hermosa,” I tell her in her native language, and she smiles, like she appreciates that I remember the word I asked her for a few minutes earlier.
“I want you to come for me, Killer.” I rasp, pistoning inside her. “Squeeze my cock. Milk me.”
Even as I say this, I press my thumb to her clit and after only a few strokes, I send her soaring again with a loud cry.
The moment she starts clamping around me, my nuts draw up before pleasure erupts, shooting hot cum from my cock and filling her, deep inside.
I swear my hearing fucking vanishes with how hard I come, but after a few moments, Cara’s panting breaths come back to me, and I blink myself out of my orgasmic daze to look down at her.
“Now that is how it’s done,” I tell her, and she giggles.
“That was… so much more than earlier. Will it keep getting better and better each time?”
“My cock aims to please. I’ll be sure to try to bring you to new heights each time.”
“Damn. Don’t let me stop you.”
Slowly a wide toothy smile spreads her lips wide and with the way her cheeks are flushed red, and her lips are puffy and well kissed, I fucking know I’m never going to get enough of her.
Of my wife.