9
El Jefe
Time needed to slow down because I was having the time of my life with Silvia. We stayed locked in my bedroom all day yesterday. It felt like a mini vacation, but my gut told me it was the calm before the storm. A monster was coming for her, and he would unleash his wrath on everyone in his path.
But for now, I wouldn’t let Miguel distract me from Silvia.
She moaned, sounding like she was having an orgasm. I just might have to give her one.
“That feels incredible,” she whispered.
“I’m only massaging your scalp.” And enjoying my first bath in forever. I was still trying to redeem myself after having sex with her yesterday morning before she knew who I was.
“Don’t make light of it. You do the job very well Jefe.”
“When we’re alone, call me Andy.” Yup, that was me giving her permission to use my real name. I was on the fast track to claiming her, and I wasn’t upset about it.
She peered up at me. “Okay, if you want me to.”
“I do.” I glided my soapy hands down her arms. “But only when we’re alone. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Things were moving at light speed with us. While the usual Saturday night partying happened, I kept us in my room. Selfishly, I wanted all her attention.
The last twelve hours, we basically had sex and slept. Had more sex and slept some more.
But Sunday was here, and I couldn’t hide us from the world anymore. There was shit to deal with, stuff I wasn’t thrilled about and as president, I had responsibilities.
Plus, my mother came to the clubhouse on Sundays for our weekly visit. I needed to get us moving.
Seated behind Silvia, I enjoyed having her ass against my dick. Never been this way with a woman before. All sweet and charming. It was nice but was it sustainable?
Not when you’re keeping secrets.
Right. Time to make us uncomfortable.
“We should revisit the discussion from yesterday,” I said.
“Okay. You start.” She put the ball in my court.
Dammit! I didn’t want to start. Was just thinking I should mention it.
“You ask the questions, and I’ll answer them.” That was me meeting her in the middle. Yeah, I was a child and didn’t do well with sensitive topics.
“Sure,” she replied. “Then you can ask me questions.”
I grunted in agreement, then braced myself for some unpleasant shit. If we could weather the oncoming storm, we might be able to move forward with whatever this was between us.
“How long were you friends with my brothers?”
That was an easy one. “Since middle school. Tonio was a year ahead of me. Miguel a year under me.”
“So, you knew them before I was even born.”
“Yes.”
“Did you come to our estate a lot? I honestly don’t remember you.”
Admittedly, it hurt a little that she still didn’t remember me, but I was sure she had a good reason not to. “By the time you came along we were wild teenagers. Constantly on the move. We rarely hung out at your place.”
“Did you think I was a cute kid?”
“The cutest.” I wrapped my arms around her and held on to her firmly. We might be headed in a direction that could make us sad. “You were always smiling and seemed happy, when I saw you.”
“I haven’t been happy for most of my life. It’s like I’ve been in survival mode since I found them lying there.” She put her arms on mine as if afraid I might leave. She didn’t need to worry. I wasn’t going anywhere. “But I feel safe with you.”
What the fuck? Her words just registered.
She had found them after they were murdered. I didn’t know she’d been there. Tonio had never mentioned Silvia seeing them.
Jesus, no child should have witnessed that crime scene. It had been traumatic for me when I helped Tonio cover it up. No wonder she had no memory of me or anything else pre-murder.
“You are safe with me.” I kissed the side of her head. She was easy to be with, and that worried me. I could actually fall in love with her.
“What ended your friendship with my brothers?”
There it was. The question I dreaded. I wasn’t sure how much she knew about her mother’s murder. And if she didn’t know much about it, was she ready to know the truth?
“So, this is how it is, Jefe?” Yoli entered my bathroom radiating heat like a sizzling skillet.
“What do you want Yoli?” I had to admit; I was relieved she interrupted us. But I didn’t want a cat fight, first thing in the morning.
“I brought your usual Sunday morning breakfast, jerk. So, you’re with her.” She pointed at Silvia.
“What does it look like to you?” Silvia asked in a matter-of-fact tone. “It shouldn’t be difficult to figure out.”
“Listen, puta.” Yoli moved forward with her finger pointed at Silvia. “You can’t come into this club and act like you’re the goddamn queen. There isn’t one, but there’s a hierarchy among the women. Right, Jefe?”
“Don’t bring me into it. Imma sit right here and let you two work it out.” This was the kind of chick squabble I got off on. There wouldn’t be any violence, or so I hoped, with me in the tub with Silvia. I’d just let the ladies have at each other.
“That’s very wise of you.” Silvia turned on her side, hooked her arm around my neck, and gave me a hypnotizing kiss.
I had to give her props for not cowering. She had more power than Yoli in this situation and she knew it.
“Get out of that tub!” Yoli shrieked. “Imma beat the shit out of you!”
“I feel you, Jefe.” Silvia ignored Yoli. “Let me help you with that.” She twisted completely around to face me, then lowered herself onto my cock.
I growled deep in my throat as I entered her. “Shit, Chiquita. You feel so good.”
“Don’t you fuck him in front of me, you puta!” Yoli looked like she was about to lose her mind any second.
“Don’t like it? Get out. We don’t want you here, anyway.” Silvia put her in her place without even looking at her. This woman was incredible. She stood up to Yoli, when the other sweet butts didn’t. They all feared Yoli, but that was how the pecking order worked around here.
If Silvia stayed, there’d be a new hen running the roost. Maybe I was being overly optimistic about her staying and knocking Yoli off her perch.
“Better watch your back, bitch. I’m coming for you.” Yoli stomped to the door. “And Jefe, Quino said to tell you he needs a word about that one.” She sneered at the beautiful woman gently riding me.
“Tell him I’ll be down in thirty.”
She turned to leave.
“And Yoli,” I called.
She stopped. “Yes?” Hope sparked in her dark eyes.
“Lay a finger on her, and you’re gone.” And with those parting words, I proceeded to fuck Silvia in the tub, swishing the water around and making a mess. Whatever. A club girl would clean it up. Might even make Yoli do it just to piss her off.
She let out a banshee scream and stormed out of my room.
“You should change the code on your door so she can’t just walk in,” Silvia told me.
“Definitely.”
“She hates me, you know.”
“Probably. But don’t let her bother you. This is how it works in my club. The chicks figure out their shit on their own. I don’t have time or patience for squabbling. If you’re sticking around, knock her off the top.”
“You know I need to get out of California.” She pecked my lips. “I’ve already stayed longer than I planned. I need to go before Miguel finds me.”
“Let’s not talk about this now. Quino is waiting for me.”
A pang spread through my heart. How could she talk so casually about leaving as if nothing was developing between us? Didn’t she feel what I was feeling?
I fucking sang to her, something I had never done in front of anyone.
Jesus, I was sounding like a pussy.
I found Quino at his spot in our meeting room, otherwise known as church . The sun brightened the octagon-shaped space. I’d created this room from scratch. Sketched out my ideas one night on a cocktail napkin.
When I’d saved up enough money to build it, I managed the construction crew to make sure they got it right. And they did.
Only the ranking members had a seat at the custom-made oak octagon table. It was standing room only for members and on occasion, prospects.
“Morning.” I took my seat, noticing the severe expression on my VP’s face.
“Heard about your bubble bath.” He smirked and shook his head. “Missed you yesterday.”
“No you didn’t.” I was confident none of my crew thought twice about me while they watched baseball all day and partied all night.
We were gearing up for one of our largest shipments to take up to Vancouver, BC this week. My brothers had spent this weekend relaxing and getting laid in preparation for our run. And the stuff with GQ’s hit and run, and Silvia’s brother, they needed to distress like me.
We weren’t hobbyists on Harleys. Not a Christian men’s club spreading the word or meatheads on mopeds. We dealt with some heavy hitters, like the Ferrari Mafia, whom we moved drugs and guns for.
The Ferraris were spread along the West Coast, from San Francisco up to Canada. Pietro, the head of the family, had a shit-ton of kids. Eight to be exact. The boys had been planted in major cities to grow the family business.
I mostly worked with his oldest boy, Remo and his youngest, Fabio. They were based in the Bay Area.
“You’re stirring up the henhouse with that new chick.” Quino pulled me back to the present, which I didn’t appreciate. I was spinning a lot of plates in the air and now was the first time I’d thought about everything going on with GQ, Silvia, Miguel Avila, and the Ferraris.
“You know I don’t care,” I told him bluntly. “Things have gotten dull around here. Time we spiced it up.”
“Maybe you should care, Jefe. We don’t treat our girls like gum on the bottom of our boots. They’re good to us. Loyal. Protective.” He wasn’t wrong, but…
“Yoli needed a reality check, and you know it. Her claws were deep in my flesh. And until Silvia, it was fine. The sex was good with Yoli, but I tolerated her. There’s no love there, brother.”
“And there is with Silvia? Do you love her after three days?”
I exhaled a heavy breath. “No. But I think I could.” And it hadn’t been a full three days yet. A lot could happen by the end of today.
“Damn, Jefe. Didn’t think it possible.”
“Me either. Enough about the women. What’s up?” I relaxed in my chair, clasped my hands together and rested them on my stomach.
I wanted to get this meeting over so I could go back to Silvia. Our bath had gone longer than expected after Yoli’s tantrum, and I left Silvia right after I came inside her. Quino was waiting for me, and I didn’t want to be disrespectful toward him.
I just couldn’t get enough of Silvia. Even now, my dick was semi-hard thinking of her.
“Word around town is men are searching for a missing girl. There’s a 100k reward for information leading to her.” He slid a small picture across the table. “Your girl, only with brown hair.”
“Who’d you get this from?” I lifted the photo and stared at a younger Silvia. It was one of those school pictures and she was wearing a uniform. On her navy vest was a Santa Catalina logo.
I did a quick search on my phone and found the private Catholic school located in Monterey, just south of Miguel’s territory.
“You know Steve’s sister, Cass? She owns the café?”
“Slay’s buddy’s sister?”
“Yeah, she gave it to Slay this morning when he went in for his daily dose of her. I mean his daily donut and coffee.” Quino snorted.
We all knew Slay had a sweet spot for Steve’s older sister. But my enforcer was in an MC and rode a Harley, two things that were dealbreakers for Cass. It was understandable. She’d lost her older brother Josh, a dude I’d gone to school with. Great guy.
Josh had wanted to join a club. We all talked about starting one together during our junior year.
And that dude would’ve made it happen. He worked after school, then all summer long, to save money to buy a motorcycle.
He’d finally achieved his goal and bought his Harley.
A couple of weeks later, he was hit on his way home. He didn’t survive.
“What brought them to our territory?” I squeezed my hands into fists. Fucking Miguel knew our arrangement after the double homicide. We had a truce. I didn’t go into his territory west of I5 and he didn’t come into mine, east of I5.
“You know Miguel. He probably has hundreds of men searching for her.”
“And I brought her into our club.”
“Yes, and no less than thirty or forty people have seen her since you picked her up, including Javi.”
My gaze connected with his. “Where is he?”
“That’s the problem. We don’t know. He could be laying low until he feels it’s safe to come out.”
“Fuck!” I shot to my feet, knocking over my massive, solid oak chair. “Or he just got a hundred grand richer.”
“Or that.”
“We need to find him!” And I needed to put Silvia somewhere safe. I just didn’t know where.
“Already got men looking for him.”
“Good.”
“What about the people in the club? More importantly, Yoli? You done pissed her off, Jefe. She could talk.”
“Yoli is loyal to me.”
“But not to Silvia.”
I paced while squeezing my head between my hands. When I’d gotten the call GQ had been hit by a fucking garbage truck, all I could think about was finding the driver. Getting retribution for my brother.
Then I saw Silvia on the side of the road. She distracted me in the best way but not without severe consequences, it would seem.
“I just can’t hand her over to Miguel. He’s forcing her to marry a gangster to form an alliance. You know how that goes. She’ll be abused.” My gut squeezed sharply at the thought of another man’s dick anywhere near her.
“If he finds out she’s here, war will be at our doorstep.”
Quino was a couple of years older than me, and my cousin. Only he could talk to me this way, pointing out the holes in my ideas without me blowing up. That was why he was my VP.
I respected the fuck out of Quino. He got me through the worst years of my life, after my father’s death. He knew what really happened to my dad and kept it a secret to spare Mama Virgie. My mom had no idea my dad was a cheating, lying bastard. I didn’t want to hurt her, but…
“Maybe it’s time for the truth to come out. He’d do time, y’know.” I stopped pacing to face Quino. “We have the evidence.”
“What about Mama Virgie? How will she feel knowing the truth? You gotta think this through, cuz. All this could blow up in your face and you might lose the girl, anyway. Will it be worth it?”
“I don’t know. I need to think.” I made my way to the door.
“If you leave the club, take someone with you.”
I gave him the finger.
“I saw that.”
I wasn’t playing with him this time. Serious shit was upon us, and I didn’t know how the fuck to deal with it.
What I did know was I needed to find Yoli and get things straight with her before she betrayed me out of jealousy.