33. Raven
Chapter thirty-three
Raven
I spend a few hours driving around getting all the runs done for Eddie while the guys are doing their own thing. Luis had to reorder equipment to get the security system fixed, while Reyes and Damien had to catch up at the shop. I told them I didn’t need a babysitter to make runs. Marco tried to come with me, but I shot him down. I just need some space. All this shit is fucking with my head and I’m on the verge of snapping. The feeling of someone constantly watching you, or sending you messages, would fuck with anyone’s sanity.
Pulling up to the last few of my stops, I get out and take in the cool night air. Texas nights in the fall are the best, it’s not hot, but not too cold yet, either. It’s almost time for me to park my bike in the garage for the rest of the year. Ugh. Sliding out of my car, I start making my rounds through the cute little mom and pop shops, giving them their cut of what we’ve made and trying to help them stay afloat.
“Hola Raven, how are things, Mija.” Sylvia says, with her sweet elderly twang.
“Hey, Mrs. Rodriguez. I’m good, how are you?” I reply back, trying to keep my tone as polite as it can be.
“Oh good. I’m going to send this box of goodies home with you. You and Eddie treat us all so well, it’s the least I can do.” She says, handing me a big pink box. Fucking yummm.
“Aww, this is the best thing I’ll have eaten all week.” I chuckle.
“Make sure you share with the others.” She waves her finger at me, making me chuckle again.
“I’ll try, but I can’t make any promises. Your food is just too good to share.” I reply jokingly. Spinning on my heel and heading for the door, she stops me.
“Take care, Mija. Come by anytime and bring that friend of yours. Naomi, right?” She finishes and pulls me in for a hug.
“Yes ma’am, that’s her. I’ll bring her with me next time. You take care, Mrs. Rodriguez.” I say, walking to the door and back to my car.
Setting the box down in the passenger seat, I close it and walk to the other side when I’m suddenly grabbed from behind. A hand covers my mouth before I can even let out a scream. Pinning one of my hands to my back, I feel hot breaths along my neck as they push me against the car.
“Fuck, I’ve waited a long time to get a hold of you, Sweetness. No one will stop me from taking what’s mine.” He whispers, and the sound of that nickname immediately makes me want to vomit.
“Fuck you, asshole.” I spit, reaching for my dagger with my free hand and grabbing it. Spinning it between my fingers and slamming my hand back, I make contact with his skin. I feel the blood seeping onto my fingers before pulling it out and jamming it back in again. The impact causes his grip to loosen on the arm he’s holding. Turning around, I notice it’s the same guy from my video camera feed, I just can’t make out who it is through the fucking ski mask.
“You little bitch.” He seethes, gripping his side where my dagger went through. Swinging his arm out, his fist makes contact with my face, but I right myself quickly. Holding my dagger in my hand like brass knuckles, I swing back and hear a crack sound when my punch lands its mark, breaking his nose.
Spinning on my heel, I jump in my car, shutting and locking the doors as quickly as possible before starting the car and peeling away from the curb. It feels like my heart is beating out of my chest. Driving down the highway and running my hand over my face, it feels like it’s throbbing. Looking up in my mirror, I notice my face already turning colors. Well, this will be fun to explain.
Twenty minutes later, I’m pulling through the gates to the house. Quickly parking the car and grabbing the box from Mrs. Rodrigues, I walk through the door and bypass everyone as I set down the box and head straight for the bathroom to hop in the shower.
In the middle of rinsing the soap off my body, I hear the door creak open. Not wanting to look up and see who it is, I ignore it.
“You really think you could just walk in here unnoticed?” I hear Luis’s voice as he opens the shower door and gets in fully clothed, spinning me around and pushing me up against the cold tiles.
“First off, I’ve been setting up your cameras all day. Again. Secondly, what the fuck happened to your face, Tesora?” Luis pops off, seemingly irritated by my trying to hide my face from him.
“I just wanted to get a shower, that’s it. Also, it was nothing I couldn’t handle.” I quip, placing my hands on his chest and pushing him away from me.
“Hell no. That’s the first, and last time, you will ever lie to me. Especially to my face.” He seethes, grabbing me by the throat and pinning me back against the wall. And just like that I’m turned on. The traitor between my thighs doesn’t know how to be mad at them.
Letting go of my throat, he wastes no time as he helps me finish in the shower. Getting out, I yank my towel off the holder and go to wrap myself, but he yanks the towel away, leaving me standing here naked.
“Ugh, oh my God. FINE. Stalker guy got one over on me, okay? Before you get all crazy, just know I stabbed him twice and broke his nose. So that gives us a little more to go on.” I huff out and he just grins.
Picking me up and setting me on the sink, I shiver at the cold counter against my warm skin. Looking my face over, he bends down and grabs the first aid kit from underneath.
“Why is your hand bleeding?” He quirks a brow in question.
“I used my dagger as brass knuckles. You know, multipurpose.” I sass back, he narrows his eyes at me.
“This is why one of us is supposed to be with you at all times, babe.” He huffs out, sounding defeated.
“Look, this isn’t your fault, or anyone else's for that matter. I never heard him coming.” I whisper out lifting his chin to meet my gaze. I’m just now realizing how close I came to almost not being able to come back home.
“We’ll do better. All of us. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you, Princess. I don’t think we’d survive without you now.” He murmurs as he continues cleaning my face and hand, adding ointment to my cut.
“Honestly, I feel the same way. Y’all have made me feel things I’ve never felt before and that alone is scary.” I reply back as he wraps my hand, running his fingers over my healed wrists.
“Raven, you don’t get it. I love you. Fuck, I’m in love with you. Nothing in this world would stop me from getting to you. I’d give my life for yours, we all would. I’ve wanted to say those three words to you for a while now and right now seems like the perfect time. I love you, Bella Ragazza.” He finishes, looking up at me and grabbing my face. Fuck, if that doesn’t melt my heart. I feel the tears form and move to wipe my eyes.
“I love you too, Sunshine. God finally! I’ve been so scared to say those words because I’ve never loved anyone the way I love each of you. Luis, I love how you bring sunshine to light up all of my darkness. I fucking love you.” I reply, the tears finally falling. Now to just say them to the other two, because I know I love them too.
Wiping my tears from my face, he leans in, slowly bringing his lips to mine. Groaning as our tongues swirl together. Sliding his hand up my body, he tangles them in my hair, pulling me closer to deepen the kiss. Reaching for his sweats, I work them down far enough to free his cock, without our mouths ever breaking apart. Pulling me closer to him and slowly sinking inside of me, we both pull away letting out a low groan.
“Fuck, Princess. You’re always so… goddamn... tight.” He growls out with each thrust, pounding into me relentlessly, making me cry out. I’m not sure I’ll ever adjust to his size.
“Fuck, Sunshine, just like that.” I say with a moan. Picking me up, he turns us and slams me up against the wall. Taking my nipple into his mouth, he bites down and pulls, causing another scream to fall from my lips.
“I love when you scream for me, Bella.” He groans, never letting up his assault on my pussy. Running my nails down his back, I dig into him, trying to break the skin. Feeling my orgasm coming on fast, I bite down on his shoulder to try and quiet my sounds. He pulls all the way out only to slowly push back into me, giving me long, deep strokes.
Tightening around him, his thrusts start to get jerky. Slamming into me a few more times, he grabs my hand, bringing it to his mouth as he bites down on the inside, trying to quiet the roar of his release. He drops my hand as we both become a panting mess, pulling out of me ever so slowly. He reaches for the towel and cleans us both up, throwing the towel in the basket once he’s done.
Pulling his sweats back into place and helping me stand on shaky legs, he links our fingers together and leads me out of the bathroom to my room to get clothes.
“Get dressed, we might as well go tell the others. They may not have seen you come in while they were cooking, but they’ll want to know what happened tonight.” He states and I just roll my eyes. Pulling on some sweats and a tank top, I head downstairs to retell this whole damn story.