27. Santiago
Chapter twenty-seven
Santiago
I walk into Rico's office silently, walking past Matty as I take my regular position against the wall.
"Holy shit!" Matty shouts. "You smell like sex." He leans forwards and sniffs me again like a fucking creep. "Fuck that, you smell like a brothel!"
I stifle the grin that wants to make its appearance.
Matty doesn't get the hint and steps closer. "But you were guarding Hannah today..." he steps even closer, sniffing some more. I push him away from me. "You smell like sex and Hannah."
Now I really do grin. I hadn't planned to keep it a secret, but I wasn't going to brag about it either.
"Holy shit! Rico! Call 911, something's happening to his face!" Matty shouts, exaggerating. "He's having a stroke or a seizure! His lip's doing this weird thing!"
I shove him harder this time, really letting out a silent laugh.
Rico assesses me from behind his desk and I'll admit I'm a tad bit nervous. I knew he had slept with Hannah, but I didn't know how far emotions played in it. He obviously cared for her because of how he's been acting lately, but was it more? And I had failed my duties to guard her if I was inside fucking her. But God, I couldn't care less. The feel of her soft hands on my body, her warm kisses, her body that brought me so much fucking joy.
Matty can't read the room, though, and keeps pressing.
"You didn't just fuck the soccer mom once, though, did you?"
I stare at him and grin.
"Good for you!" He shouts, clamping a hard hand on my shoulder. "Finally popped that cherry?"
I growl at him.
"So tell me this: How many times did you get off?"
I know I shouldn't kiss and tell, but the teenager, and even 20-something in me who thought we'd never have sex is too fucking happy.
I lift my hand with four fingers raised.
"Four!? Fucking hell, man. Congrats! That's fucking amazing." Matty says, and I fully believe him. "But more importantly, how many times did you get her off?"
My cheeks heat as I remember every single sound, movement, kiss, bite, and flush of her skin as she came. And I stick my thumb out.
"Good, fucking man!" Matty shouts. "Fuck, I wish I could have lost my V-card like that. With an older woman who knew what she was doing." His eyes look far away for a moment as if he's lost in a memory.
"So are we going to talk about this?" Rico asks.
I give him a blank stare.
"We all want the same woman."
I look from Rico to Matty to see if there are any hints of jealousy, but I don't find them. Am I jealous? If I'm honest with myself, no.
Possessive, obsessed, and protective, but not from these guys. Hannah's an incredible woman, and she deserves all the love and affection we can give her. If the other two are on board?
Matty gives a voice to my thoughts. "She's a grown woman who gets to decide what and who she does with her own body." Then he shoots me a wicked grin. "I don't mind sharing."
Rico looks at both of us and simply nods.
"Has she compromised your loyalty, Santiago?" Rico asks. I think about it for a moment. No. I'm still loyal to him, his mission and his enterprise. He's a good man who does bad things to make sure good people are safe. He saved me from death. He saved me from a horrible unknown future, and I'm eternally grateful for everything he's done for me.
But if he made me choose? Between him and Hannah? The honest truth is I would pick Hannah 10 times out of 10. I'm grateful and appreciative of Rico, but Hannah breathed life back into me. That's not something I can take lightly. Hopefully, it'll never come to that.
Instead, I sign: "Hannah is everything to me." I even like the way her name feels on my fingers. H-A-N, and then the same but in reverse, N-A-H. It feels good.
I know Rico doesn't know ASL, but he can gather enough from my lips moving, and my hands to understand. I don't want to go against Rico. I don't want to choose, but if I have to, I'll choose her and deal with the consequences. If I have to fight off the Columbian mafia and every other mafia out there to keep her, I will.