Chapter 2 #2
I turned around to show him how I wanted to play tonight, and he pulled me close against him, my back to his chest. My skin goose bumped as he tipped my head to the side and planted firm kisses on my neck, trailing up my jaw.
He roughly pressed the top of my back until I was belly down on the mattress, pulling my hips up high into the air.
The sting of the slap on my ass forced a guttural groan to slip out of my throat from the sharp contact.
“Please,” I said looking back at him knowing he could read my mind, but he liked this game too much, he loved the control and I loved giving it up to him.
I was too high from the last orgasm and all I could do was chase the feeling of the next one.
“Please what?” he asked with a half-smile knowing exactly what I wanted, but obviously wanting to make me work for it.
“More, please,” I begged, and his hand came down on my other cheek with a burning sting.
I screamed, my arousal gushed like liquid heat between my thighs.
He rubbed gently, soothing the burning sting on my flesh and I moaned into the mattress.
I squeezed the sheets in anticipation, but the next strike didn’t come.
Instead, I felt the hard steel of his cock pushing into me and filling me up completely.
Once he gave me a few seconds to adjust to him inside me, he grabbed a hold of both of my hips and began to move, deep and slow.
Perfectly in sync, every thrust of his hip sending me closer to oblivion.
“Come for me little flower,” he said while hitting that perfect spot over and over until I was left mumbling Spanish obscenities at him with no choice but to let go and unravel once again in an earth-shattering climax.
Sweat drenching me as I struggled to breathe, he flipped me over and placed each of my ankles over his shoulders while propped up on his knees and made his way inside me again.
I moaned at the delicious sensation, he picked up his pace, moving quicker this time, finally chasing his own pleasure.
“Beautiful,” he said as he slid a finger inside, collecting my wetness to use it to press into my clit once again.
I almost lost it immediately, the sensory almost an electrifying feeling from how sensitive I was from my previous orgasms.
“It’s too much,” I gasped for breath and clenched the sheets around me, but he chuckled darkly and closed his mouth around mine to swallow the sounds of my pleasure, never relenting on his pace until I was coming again, and this time taking him with me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he exhaled and crashed down on the mattress next to me while we both panted and struggled to catch our breaths.
"Te quiero." I said, and rested my head on his chest listening to the fast drumming of his heart.
“I want to get your mom out of that trailer Ceci, I can use the money from that run to pay for a few months in an adult care facility that can handle her needs,” he said a few minutes later while staring at the ceiling.
“Really?” I perched up and then straddled his stomach to look down at him, “Are you sure?”
“Cecilia, no kid should be taking care of their parents the way you’ve had to do with your mom, I want you to focus on graduating and…whatever your plan is after that,” he said, awkwardly unsure of his own words.
“My plans are you, pendejo,” I punched him in the shoulder, and he dramatically faked the injury.
He looked at me with a million questions and worry flooded his eyes.
I knew my papá’s mind tricks were likely still playing in his head, probably on repeat – but my words were the truth. I knew I wasn’t on the path Rafael Flores put me on anymore, and I was starting to think that life was never meant for me anyway.
Afew days later we headed out to my mamá’s trailer on the edge of town.
It was hidden away behind a grove of trees with no driveway, far from any mobile home community.
It was the only way to stay hidden while I finished high school online, though I honestly wasn’t even sure why I was bothering with a diploma anymore.
Even if cártel queen wasn’t in my future, it was obvious I couldn’t make money the straight and narrow way.
Crime was ingrained in my genetics.
We parked the car on the side of the road halfway into the grass and made our way out into the thick clearing of trees.
We walked mostly in silence for a few minutes before reaching the hidden trailer, Ronan understood how I felt about having to come here.
It was one of those things where it was best to just get in and out, keep it brief.
“You should probably stay out here; God knows she’s probably not even dressed and is very likely passed out drunk. She’s not going to be thankful about any of this, so don’t expect it,” I said to him shaking my head as I pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“Yell if you need anything,” he said, pulling me in and kissing me deeper before he let me go.
I climbed up the trailer steps and opened the door, immediately the overwhelming stench of shit and death engulfed my senses. I was taken back to the torture sessions against the Cártel’s enemies papá would force me to participate in.
I was twelve the first time he had me kill a man.
“Mija, if I was to let this Hijo de la chingada free, the first thing he would do is rape you and then kill you. Your responsibility in this life is to be the one left standing, every time.” His lip curled back, and a darkness shadowed over his face as he handed me the blade.
He stood back and watched as I mercilessly stabbed a stranger in the stomach repeatedly, until his insides were promising to fall on my brand new white adidas.
I shuddered the memory away with a cough as I removed my cardigan and wrapped it around my face to shield me from the odor coming from the bedroom. I was here four days ago with groceries and tequila, so she had probably been dead for at least three days.
It definitely smelled like three days.
What the hell, Jamila?
I thought to myself as I clenched my fists, anger turned my heart to stone at the thought of my mamá’s cowardice. She was the wife of a dead Capo, suicide was a copout. Though ashamed, I wasn’t surprised that she was dropping out of the fight so early and leaving me all alone in this world.
I fought back the tears and opened the bedroom door, the unexpected waiting for me.
I dropped to my knees, a hearty sob leaving my chest at the sight.
My mamá’s throat had been slit open, her camisole ripped, and the five-petal flower that was the Flores cártel symbol had been carved on her chest. Her legs had been tied to the bed, I guess they didn’t realize she couldn’t put up a fight.
On the wall next to her bed her blood wrote, ”?Dónde estás reina?" - Where are you, queen?
I made my way to my mamá’s side and gazed down at her lifeless body.
Even in death she was more beautiful than most. Her long hair was black and straight like mine, and her full lips were a dark purple hue fit for a corpse.
Her dark indigenous skin was already pale and colorless as if the sun God had never blessed her at all.
She was dead, and it was both a relief, and a new burden entirely. For a few minutes I allowed the tears to fight for their chance to fall as I grieved the finality of my family. It was a mess in the room, which made me wonder if there was something my uncle had been looking for while he was here.
I glanced at my mamá again.
What were you hiding from him, mamá?
What cost you your life?
I shifted my gaze over to her bedside vanity and found her box of jewels containing a few of the gifts from my papá from over the years. She obnoxiously insisted I retrieve them from Tía Larissa’s house after the drive-by.
I opened it up to reveal the velvety blue pillow containing a plethora of obnoxious diamond rings and earrings with more carats than I could probably guess.
I pocketed them and turned my eyes to the small drawer in the bottom of the box.
Once I pulled it out it revealed the prize I’d been seeking, the rose gold chain with a matching pendant of the same flower carved into my mamá’s chest.
I pulled it and the tufted velvet lining of the drawer lifted up with the necklace, revealing a small silver key underneath.
I put both items in my empty pocket and took one last look at my mamá - her dark eyes, once so rich and alluring, were now dull and lackluster.
I kissed the tips of my fingers before using them to close her eyelids.
“Adios, Mami.” I whispered as I made my way into the tiny kitchen and propped open the door of the two-burner range.
I turned the gas on and left it running while I searched for something flammable that might be handy. The smell of death was making it impossible to think straight, so I made my way out of the trailer for some fresh air and called out to Ronan.
“Do you have a lighter?” I asked, tears flooding my face without my permission.
He brought his eyebrows together but the question he was clearly thinking didn’t leave his lips. He fished for the lighter out of his pocket and tossed it my way, his eyebrows still furrowed patiently, waiting for an explanation.
“I’m gonna burn it down,” I answered casually as I unwrapped the cardigan from my face, folding it into a small bundle and lighting it on fire.
“What? Are you crazy?” he rushed over to me to try to stop me from lighting the fabric on fire, but I pushed him away.
“She’s dead okay? I just need to clean up this shit so we can go.” I picked up a heavy rock and threw it against the trailer window and it shattered without any trouble. The cardigan began to burn in my hand, so I quickly hurled it into the broken window.
Ronan didn’t ask anything anymore, and I could feel the rift splitting us apart from the millions of lies and unanswered questions between us. We ran through the trees, and I waited to hear the explosion before I climbed into the passenger side of his black Dodge Charger.