Chapter 7
Seven
Karla
The next day.
“Angel, I want you to live with me,” Killer says, kissing my neck.
His hand is busy rubbing his fingers around my pussy, making me so damn wet. I shift my hips because I need more.
“Hmmmm, yes. But I want the ring, a small wedding,” I say, moving my neck so he has more access.
I need to know if he’s serious before we go on, because if he’s not, I need to find myself another man. But I really want Ace Miller, Killer. He makes
His other hand plays with my breast and nipple. This man can’t keep his hands off me, and I love it.
“Okay, we can do that. After I fuck your little pussy, we will take a shower, where I will fuck you again. After we will go to get your ring,” Killer says, sucking my nipple.
“Okay, yes, I like that,” I whimper. ”Babe, I need you.”
So much stimulation makes me melt, every touch burns, and it’s driving me crazy.
“Fuck, Angel. You want some more cock? Your greedy little pussy wants me to fuck you with my cock,” He grunts, biting my nipple.
He sucks my nipple, shifts, and aligns his cock at my entrance. He thrusts deep and hard, making my eyes roll back.
“Ohh, yes, yes. It feels so good. I love your dirty talking,” I say, moving my hips.
I love the wind in my hair and the connection I have with Killer. I tighten my hold and lean my head on his back. I can see what the
“Angel, this is the jeweler who works with the MC. Let’s see if you like one of the rings that he has available,” Killer says, taking my hand.
Killer pulls the glass door, and we enter the jewelry store. My heart skips a beat, I’m so excited. This is what I want, and I’m thrilled that he does too.
“Mr. Honig, could we see engagement and wedding rings,” Killer says, sliding his arm around my waist.
“Ace, it’s great to see you. Let me get what I have out back,” Mr. Honig says, nodding.
“Perfect,” Killer says, smiling at me.
Mr. Honig walks away, and it takes him a few minutes to return with two trays of rings.
I stare at them; all of them are incredibly beautiful.
“Angel, look at them and pick what you like,” Killer says, smiling.
“Oh my, this is going to be hard,” I say, smiling.
“Allow me to show you the engagement rings and the wedding ring sets,” Mr. Honig says.
“Yes, please do,” I say, breathlessly.
Mr. Honig shows us all of the rings, and I fall in love with one wedding ring set. It has an engagement ring and matching wedding bands.“I love these,” I say, looking at Ace.
The engagement ring features a large diamond set in a band with diamonds running down the sides. The matching wedding bands have diamonds .
“If those are the ones, we will get them,” Killer says, smiling.
He leans in and kisses my neck, and a warm tingle runs down my back, and my inner walls flutter.
Oh, this man really has me with a kiss.
“Ace, are you serious,” I ask, looking up at him.
Killer cups my face, gazes into my eyes, and kisses me. It’s a possessive, hungry kiss that claims my soul.
“I am, because Karla, you are mine, my queen,” Killer says.
I look up at Killer, and his smile reaches his eyes, and it’s breathtaking.
“Wow, you’re so amazing. I’m lucky that you are mine, Ace Miller,” I say, softly.
Thank God that Killer finally agreed that it’s better if I return home in an Uber. I don’t want the fucking Soldiers to see me with him. I don’t want Dad to learn where I was and what I was doing.
The Uber pulls up to the driveway. I pull off my ring, which is so damn beautiful, and my heart aches at what it means.
I get out of the Uber and walk up to the front doors. I open it, and I look around with relief. It’s early evening, and thank God I missed dinner. I take quick steps, as softly as possible, so I don’t alert any damn Soldier. I go up the stairs as quickly as I can, down the hall to my room.
I open the door and enter my room with relief. Okay, now I’m going to look to see if I can talk to my Dad. I’ll let him know that I’m home.
I walk out of my room, down the hall, down the stairs.
I walk on the cold tile to the office in my bare feet.
It’s a habit I have when I’m home, so I don’t alert any fucking Soldiers to my presence.
I walk down the hall to the library and hear voices.
It's my Dad talking to my brothers, Mario and Ruben.
I stop and lean against the wall. The office door is too closed, making it easy to listen.
“I have an offer for an alliance from one of the Capos in Mexico, Lorenzo Luna. He wants to seal the deal with Karla,” Dad says.
My gut twists in knots, and my chest tightens. I inhale and exhale to control the fear that’s a potent assault.
“Dad, you can’t do that,” Mario says, in a low, angry tone.
“Are you serious? That’s your daughter,” Ruben snarls.
“Now that you two are informed of my plans, I want you to convince Karla to marry Luna,” Dad says.
“I can’t do that,” Mario says.
“This is absurd. She won’t marry that Capo,” Ruben says.
“She has only two options. One, she marries Capo Luna to help with the alliance, or two, I will sell her to one of my customers who will pay well for a virgin,” Dad says.
I cover my mouth to hide my gasp, wide-eyed.
“I’m not going to help you, and I won’t allow you to sell her off as if she were cattle,” Mario yells.
“Shut the fuck up! You will do as I say,” Dad says.
“Never,” Mario says.
“I’m not in agreement,” Ruben says.
“You two are fucking pussy! You’re my heirs, and what do I have, losers,” Dad yells.
Oh my god!
Dad does not love me!
I hate him!
What did I expect? The man killed my sweet, beautiful Mom in front of me.
He’s a monster.
I need to escape.
I should have stayed with Killer.
I walk as fast as I can, trying not to make a sound. I run up the stairs to my room. The good thing is that they don’t know that I’m home.
It’s time.
It’s the middle of the night, and it’s the perfect time to escape. Dad, my brothers, and the Soldiers are gone. I bet that they’re working on getting those poor trafficked girls out of here. I hate them, yes, even my brothers. They’re working with him, so they’re just as guilty.
I pull on my leggings, boots, and long-sleeve top, then put on my leather jacket. I gather my hair into a ponytail. I chew my lip, closing my eyes.
Where should I go?
I can’t stay here thinking. I need to leave before I lose the small opportunity. I’m going to get out of here and figure out where to hide until the morning.
I grab my bag, the one that I have ready to run. I chew my lip, looking at the cell phone. I enter the cell numbers into my new cell and erase them from the old one. I take out the SIM card and break it. I break the cell phone in half and throw it in the trash can.
I call an Uber, and I run out of the house as I’ve done before. I stay in the blind spots of the camera and the Soldiers. I run down the street to wait for the Uber a few blocks away.
I hate being out at this time. Everyone I see, every shadow, every sound scares me. I’m a jittery mess.
Finally, my Uber shows up. I open the back passenger door and slide inside.
“Where would you like me to take you?” Uber asks.
“Downtown Denny’s,” I say.
“Right.”