11
El Jefe
Silvia Avila was quickly becoming my dream girl, the only woman I wanted. Her emotions were real and painfully raw.
She went from zero to a hundred in a snap, exploding like fireworks in the sky on the Fourth of July. Being the reason, she lost it over the nuns tore me up inside. I didn’t have to tell her right then and there. I’d just wanted her to stop and not walk away from me.
My heart had broken for her when she fell onto her knees in the dirt. I hated seeing her in pain and hated that there was more suffering headed her way she’d have to endure.
Just as quickly, she picked herself up, dusted off the dirt, and regained control of herself. She was amazing. Her resilience was admirable. She was a breath of fresh air in a world full of liars and criminals.
Silvia didn’t play games. Was a straight shooter. Meant what she said and said what she meant. I had never met anyone like her.
And this luscious ass of hers would be the death of me. I hammered into her from behind, hard and fast, per her request. She was bent over the desk in my office. Our third and final stop on her personal tour of my favorite fucking spots.
I maintained that I was a sexual man. I never declined offers of sex.
But I was tired. Silvia exhausted me.
My dick needed a vacay to recover. He’d performed six times before noon. I hadn’t had this much sex in one day since I was in my twenties. Man, to be twenty-two like Silvia again would be epic.
A loud thump sounded on my office door. One of my brothers, of course.
“What?” I hollered, reaching my hand around Silvia to rub her clit so she’d finally come. Either she had a hard time with orgasms, or I was losing my touch. Definitely the latter. She was completely perfect in every way.
“Mama Virgie is here,” Quino shouted. “Hurry the fuck up!”
“Who’s here?” she asked.
“My mother.”
“Oh! We should stop.”
“Oh, hell, no. You’re gonna come after all the work I put in.”
“Okay, good. I’m close.”
Damn, she’d better be close.
“Kiss my neck.” She tossed her head back and gave me a face-full of her fake red hair.
Never had a woman ever directed me in what she liked. Silvia seemed to have no issue guiding me to go faster, harder, deeper, and to slow down. She seemed very self-aware. Knew what she liked and needed. It sure made getting down and dirty the best I’d had.
Moving her long locks aside, I sucked her sensitive skin, giving her a hickey. By marking her, it would be a statement to the other girls, especially Yoli.
Pretty sure, more drama was coming, thanks to me.
Silvia moaned and pushed her ass against me.
I pinched her clit and felt her squeeze me and then the gush came.
She hardly made a sound during her orgasm.
Only a grunt before she melted. It blew my mind how different chicks were.
But it also made me wonder if I wasn’t doing something right with Silvia.
Or were the other noisy chicks faking it.
I may never know the truth. No, actually.
I didn’t want to know anything about a chick’s deceiving ways.
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her cheek. “You’re giving me the workout of my life, baby.”
“You didn’t come.” She wrinkled her brow. “Why?”
“Nothing to spurt. I’m all drained. Gimme until tonight to recover.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you’d run out.” She put herself back together in quick order. “Is that normal?”
I reared my head back. “Yes, it’s normal. Didn’t you take a class like women’s health or something that taught you about sex?”
“Miguel had forbidden anything sexual. Classes. Music. Movies.”
“Well, you’re doing pretty damn good for having no knowledge of sex.”
“Aww, thank you! I had a phenomenal teacher.” She leaned against me and kissed me softly. I knew that style of kissing. She was horny again.
“Baby, we should go see my mom before she comes looking for me.” I had to distract her so I could get a much-needed break.
“Right, I forgot.” She popped her shoulders all cutesy, and blushed. “Should I go hang out in your bedroom? I don’t want to make things weird.”
“It won’t be weird.” But she made a good point. How would I introduce her to Mama Virgie?
We left my office and immediately, I heard my high-spirited mom. She was the sort of person who could be heard a mile away. She was a loud and proud Mexican, with a memorable cackle. Everybody loved her and she loved everybody back.
“Do I look presentable?” Silvia asked in a low whisper. “I want to make a good impression.”
“That’s sweet but you have nothing to worry about. My mom hasn’t met a person she didn’t instantly like.”
“Great. Now you’ve jinxed me. She’s going to hate me.”
“Relax, Chiquita. The only person you need to worry about is Yoli.” I winked, trying to agitate her so she’d have her guard up.
Worrying about Yoli was a partial truth. For sure, she’d stake her claim on my mom. They were close, but only because Mama had known Yoli her whole life. Yoli was the daughter of a distant cousin’s friend, and that basically made her family.
“Why did you have to go there and bring her up?”
“To spark a fire in you.”
She rolled her pretty eyes; one hundred percent exasperated with me. Good, my plan worked.
We stopped outside the dining room. Silvia exhaled a deep breath and shook out her arms and rolled her neck, like a warrior preparing for battle.
“You all good, champ?” I asked, teasing her.
“Yes. Let’s do this.”
I went in and greeted my mom as I always did, with open arms and a loud voice. “Mama, so good to see you! Did you bring me something?” She always did. I didn’t need to ask but this was our thing since I was a little boy.
“There’s mi hijo guapo.” She hugged me and kissed my cheek. “I brought freshly baked conchas and some extras to take to GQ.”
Yoli stepped forward. “I’ll translate Mama Virgie’s words for Silvia.”
“I understood her. My handsome son,” Silvia replied. “And I know what Mexican sweet bread is.”
Yoli huffed, clearly annoyed. Around my mom, she minded her mouth. We were never too old to be slapped if my mom thought you deserved it.
“Who’s this?” Mama wiggled her brows, letting me know Silvia was a looker. As if I hadn’t noticed. “Introduce me, Mijo.”
“Silvia, this is my beautiful mother, Virginia, but everyone calls her Mama Virgie.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Silvia extended her hand toward my mom. “It smells delicious in here.”
“Aww, you’re so sweet, Mija. And so pretty. Isn’t she, Jefe?” As expected, my mom was up to her matchmaking antics. She believed everyone should be in love and married, especially single bikers over the age of thirty.
“Yes, Mama.” I cut my gaze at Silvia and smiled. “She’s gorgeous.”
“Bueno, Hijo.” My mom smiled, approvingly. “So how did you two meet?”
“On Interstate 5. I had car trouble,” Silvia replied.
“That’s too bad. Did Jefe fix your car?” Mama scurried around the table to plate the conchas. “Go get more plates, Mija.” She tapped Yoli’s hip, putting her to work.
“I had it towed, Mama. What are your plans for today?” I didn’t want her to ask too many questions.
I hadn’t decided if I would tell her what really happened to my dad.
Quino was right about thinking it over. The last thing I wanted to do was to destroy my mother after seventeen years. It’d be better to just leave it alone.
“Not much. I’ll help at the taqueria and maybe see if Cactus needs anything at the bar.” Mama turned toward Silvia. “Have you been to Tequila’s Taqueria and the Cocky Cactus?” Her face lit up like a Christmas tree.
“No, I haven’t.”
“I’ll take you!” Mama clapped her hands. “You’ll love it. Best comida in town!”
Crap, the train left the station, and Mama was picking up speed. There may not be a way to stop her other than telling her about my dad. And the more I saw her happy face, I didn’t want to dig up the past.
“Actually, I’m not feeling well.” Silvia placed her hands on her stomach.
“She’s pregnant!” Mama shouted and looked at me with a hopeful glint in her eyes. It was her dream to have a grandchild. She nagged me all the time about settling down and giving her a grandbaby.
“Oh, no. I’m not pregnant. We just met a couple of days ago,” Silvia replied quickly.
“Yeah, Mama Virgie.” Yoli seethed on the other side of the table. “They just met.”
“If you had sex, there could be a baby.” She took Silvia’s hand. “I always tell Jefe; abstinence is the only guarantee. Let me put you to bed so you can rest, Mija. I’ll make arroz con pollo. It heals everything.”
“Okay.” Silvia looked over her shoulder at me as my mom led her out.
“I sure hope your room is tidy, Jefe. If there’s evidence that you had sex, she’s going to start planning a baby shower tomorrow.” Yoli sat at the table and started eating a concha.
“Don’t be stupid. She knows I have sex.” But she also knew the club girls were on birth control and that I wrapped up my dick.
Why would she think it was different with Silvia?
Because it had been.
But now was not the time to figure that shit out. I needed to remember what my room looked like when I left it. None of the sweet butts had gone in it to clean. The bed would be a mess. It might smell like sex. Dammit, the water was probably still on the floor after our bath.
I rushed out of the dining room to catch up with them. Yoli called out, puppy boy .
Yeah, I heard her loud and clear. She was such a bitch. But I wouldn’t waste my energy on her. Silvia might need my help with Mama.
“I’m sure a nap is all I need.” Silvia faked a yawn. “I was hoping to get a tattoo later.”
“Why do you want to mark up your body, Mija? Your skin is so pretty.” Mama zeroed in on the hickey and turned back to glare at me. “Do you have to be so obvious? You could hide these, you know.”
“Sorry, Mama. It just happened.” I went to Silvia’s side. “You’ll have to wait until tomorrow for the tat. Dom is working and Carlos isn’t going anywhere near you.”
“Carlos?” Mama made a tart expression. “He’s not good, Mija. You wait for Dom.”
“Okay.” Silvia climbed into the bed and pulled the covers up to her neck. She seemed so innocent right now, but I knew better. She had a dirty side as well. I’d like to think I had a part in breaking her out of her shell.
“I’ll go start the arroz con pollo.” Mama stopped at the door and peered at Silvia. “Call me if you need anything, Mija.”
“Of course. Thank you, Mama Virgie.”
Finally, my mother was gone, and I could breathe.
“She’s a lot, right?” I knew my mom was, but I hoped she hadn’t overwhelmed Silvia. Should things continue with us, I’d want the two most important women in my life to get along.
“She’s wonderful. I can’t wait to eat the arroz con pollo.”
“You lied to her about not feeling well, right?”
“Sort of. I am tired. But I know I can’t leave the property with Miguel’s men searching for me. What are you going to tell her? Someone might show her my picture. Maybe I should go tonight.” Her forehead wrinkled and fear poured out of her brown depths.
“Let me worry about it. Take a nap and I’ll check on you later.”
“Where are you going?”
“I have club business to take care of.” Including making a call to Skillz for an update on GQ.
Then meet up with Quino for an update on Javi.
And of course, Miguel wasn’t far from my thoughts.
Surely, the search for Silvia was heating up.
I needed to put out the fire before all Northern California went up in flames.
“Okay, I’ll just be here, waiting for you to come back.”
I kissed the top of her head. “I won’t be long.”
“And lock the door, please. I don’t need Yoli interrupting my beauty sleep.”
I snorted at beauty sleep. “That would be a crime.” But I gave her props for having a good head on her shoulders. My girl was always thinking of possible dangers and obstacles.
Closing the door and setting the automatic lock, I paused there for a second. I just realized I called her my girl . Sure, nobody else had heard it, but I thought it and that was all that mattered.
Silvia Avila was mine.
My top priority was making sure she would be safe while I was gone. Which meant, I had a lot to do before the run to Canada.