Javier
Chapter 2
Javier
F or the entire drive home, my grandmother talks non-stop about the woman at the bookstore. Telling me what a sweet and wonderful person she is. When Abuela said she wanted to start going to a bookstore a few months ago, I purposely directed her to Charlotte. She had been going to the library, but there just wasn’t a good selection; plus, I wanted her to get to know Charlotte. There are tons of other bookstores in the city, but none of them have what this one has. The woman of my dreams. If my Abuela hadn’t approved of her, there’s no way I would pursue her.
Sometimes she has her guards drive her when I’m tied up with work, so I rarely go inside. This was the first time Charlotte has seen me, and the chemistry between us was melting hot. It was all I could do to stop myself from touching her or holding her, worse yet, taking her. Then, I saw that stupid ring on her finger and remembered why I want to murder her fiancé. I can’t stand the thought of another man touching her.
Charlotte became a target on my radar when I started deep diving into her dirty father, who is a detective. He’s taking bribes and making deals with powerful judges and politicians while also trying to play with the Cartel and Mafia. The man is constantly backstabbing one entity for another, using each as a stepping-stone for himself. In the end, he’s going to end up dead, and from the first time I saw a picture of his beautiful daughter, I knew she was mine. I became obsessed with the need to protect her from the world that is going to implode in on them because of her father’s dealings. Watching her, I got to know her and realized I had to have her.
My hands grip the steering wheel so tightly that they turn white as I grit my teeth. I felt relieved when my grandmother told me I should take that woman to dinner. Cartel kingpins and shy, sweet bookstore owners are worlds apart, but I’m determined to fit Charlotte into every facet of my life.
“Javi, you need an heir to carry on your business. I’m telling you; Charlotte is just the girl. She’s gorgeous and so good to me. That’s the girl I want as a mother to my great grandchildren. Not one of the cartel floozies you have around normally.”
My grandmother rolls her eyes as she continues, “Fake tits, fake hair. Hell, most of the whores have fake teeth and don’t have a maternal bone in their bodies.”
She’s right. Most of the women that are cartel wife material are vipers. Women who want me for my money or status and don’t give a fuck about me as a human being. I’m sick of the shallow encounters I get from the cartel princesses. I want a family to love, to protect, and to go home to.
“I know, Abuela Stella. Trust me; I know what I’m doing. Charlotte has only just met me, so I need you to be patient. It means everything to me that I have your approval, but you need to allow me to make the moves when I see fit.”
“Javier, you deserve something good. You have to allow yourself to just take it.” My grandmother huffs and gets out of the car to go into the house. Pulling away to go to the warehouse, I think about what she said.
A grin stretches wide across my face. Little does my grandmother know, I am going to reach out and take it. Soon. She thinks I should ask Charlotte out to dinner, but I have other plans.
At the time of my father’s death, I stepped into the Jefe position as leader of the cartel. The cocksucker had a will and put stipulations on where his money went. I won’t inherit money unless I marry and provide an heir. It doesn’t matter, because now that I’m the leader, I make insane amounts of money, anyway. The old man just did it as one last fuck you to me on his way out.
Every time I think of Charlotte, my cock gets so hard it aches. I’ve been watching her for months, and when my grandmother mentioned wanting to find a local bookstore, I knew it was the perfect opportunity to get her opinion on the shy, sweet redhead. I don’t want Abuela in the middle of this mess, but I couldn’t move forward until I knew she approved of my woman. Charlotte’s father is not above using my grandmother against me, so I have to do everything in my power to keep Stella and Charlotte safe.
Once I get to the warehouse, my meeting is already waiting. “Consuelos, I’m not one of your puppets who can be kept waiting,” the conceited cop says to me.
“Detective Emory,” I greet the asshole as I button my jacket.
“How have you been?” he asks with a smirk.
“Let’s cut the shit. The last shipment was short, Detective. For that, you need to pay the difference.”
“I don’t have that kind of money, Javier. I can’t pull seventy thousand dollars out of my ass.”
“I’m sorry about that, but you need to pay your debt.” Giving him a sinister smile that usually scares people, I enjoy the flash of fear in his eyes.
“I know you have something of value that you can trade to make up for your debt, Detective. Something you know I want because I’ve told you before. And I always get what I want.”
“Javier, I don’t sell children like you, scumbag.”
Grabbing his collar and lifting him off the floor, rage rolls off me in waves. “I don’t sell children, and let me remind you, that sexy woman is no longer a child. I want her, Emory, and I’m going to have her. It’s up to you whether I do it the easy way or the hard way.”
The detective’s face turns beet red, and a vein pops out of his forehead. He throws up his hands in surrender, “Okay, okay. I’ll give you my daughter, but she has a fiancé.”
Hearing Charlotte’s engagement confirmed sends rage blazing through my veins. Sure, I saw the ring on her finger. I knew she was involved with someone, but hearing it said out loud makes my muscles so tense they ache.
Looking over at my second-in-command, I instruct, “Call the hacker and find out more information about the fiancé. I want all the dirt on him so I can make sure she sees that their relationship is over. If he’s fucked her, he dies. In fact, find any previous relationships of hers, and if they’ve touched her, I want them. No one who has been inside that pussy gets to breathe the same fucking air as her.”
“You sick fuck,” her father screams.
“You are the dirty, sick fuck that just handed your own flesh and blood to the Devil, Emory. How do you think your daughter is going to feel when she finds out her father traded her for a couple of kilos of coke, or better yet, when I’m shoving my dick inside of her and whispering in her ear that her father gave her to me as payment for a drug deal?”
Emory’s face turns red, not only from me cutting off his airway but from the anger of knowing a dirty cartel kingpin is going to fuck his filth into his precious daughter.
With that, I slam the older man against the wall and watch him crumple to the floor. Then, I fix my Armani suit, as I turn my back and walk away from the dirty cop who just sold out his own daughter. I can hear Emory coughing and trying to catch his breath.
“Gambino and Salvadore, go get the girl. Be sure not to be seen and don’t fucking touch her. I want her unmarked.”
After my soldiers leave, I think of how beautiful my girl is. My dick jerks in my pants, and I have to reach down to rearrange it. This girl makes my mouth water. She smells like vanilla, and I can’t wait to taste her sweetness again. The magnetic draw I feel just from being in the same room with her is almost too much to take.
“I’m coming for you, Carino. When I get my hands on you, I’m going to fuck the memory of every other man whose ever touched you out of your head.”
My cock is so hard it aches and is pulsing at the thought of having the pretty bookstore owner underneath me. She’ll be screaming my name before the week is out.
Smiling to myself, I can’t wait to see the reaction from the woman who was eye-fucking me in her store earlier, when she sees who has taken her. Who she belongs to now. Abuela is going to be so excited when she finds out. Both women will be surprised at how obsessed I’ve become with her; however, only her father knows how far I am prepared to go to have her.