Chapter 7 Silas
“Contigo sí me perdería en qualquier laberiento,” I sing into her ear.
Our bodies align.
Her arms wrap around my neck.
Her head rests on my chest.
I’m not a fan of dancing, much less dancing to romantic music. But here I am, the emo kid singing a Spanish song into the ear of a woman I met and married the same day—my wife. I could stay with her like this all night. Just like the lyrics say, I would follow her through any maze. She could walk into the depths of hell, and I would follow behind her.
I didn’t think I was ready for this, but everything my father said was true. Love comes with time. I’m not in love with her, but I want to be. I know I will be. If time is the variable that determines love’s arrival, then she is a ticking time bomb.
There is a sense of pride for the men in my family to watch over the women who care for us. My father divorced my mother so that she could be free of his demons, but he still makes sure she is taken care of. None of his short-lived marriages could ever replace who she was to him. She loved him when he had nothing to offer her.
As much as I look up to my father, I don’t want to be him. When I said those vows, it was forever. I won’t make Thalia feel like she isn’t enough. When the song ends, Thalia steps back and smiles at me. I kiss her cheek and pull her into me.
“This will be the first thing to go,” I say as I hook my index finger underneath her necklace and tug gently. “You’re a Macias now.”
That memory of our first dance as husband and wife torments me all night. I squeeze the fist that holds the dainty chain I had ripped off her neck. I go through Thalia’s phone while I sit at my work desk. She has a unique method of naming the male contacts in her phone.
Sancho
Booty Call
Ugly Af but Gives good Head
I squeeze the necklace tighter as red flashes in front of me.
Dead
Dead
and Dead
My anger gets the best of me. A loud thud sounds as I watch pieces of her phone fall to the ground in front of me in satisfaction. She won’t be calling any of these numbers.
“Jefe.” I look up to see Jasper standing at the door.
“Did you set up the cameras?” I ask.
“Yes. I just emailed you the viewing link.” Jasper stares down at the shattered pieces, then back at me.
“Good. Now delete the link from your phone.”
Jasper is one of the best tech spies money can buy. He spent years training with the military for cyber security. His skills are ones we embraced the day he joined the club. He is the Arizona chapter’s club treasurer, which is why he followed me, the financer, around. Ironically, my little demon and I hold similar positions in the business world. We both know how to clean money for a large corporation and cover our asses in the process.
I need this real estate business to take off in Houston. I can’t lose focus of what the next steps are in my plan. Los Peregrinos will need to expand into Houston if I am to take over the family business in Tamaulipas. I spent the last seven years building and gaining the trust of the motorcycle gang so we could partner together. I need them if I am going to resurrect my family name.
My father thought with his dick, and that was where he failed. Everyone had a vice. For some it’s drugs, or gambling, but his had always been women. Women with dollar signs in their eyes who promised him a lifetime of good head just to bask in his wealth. His fourth wife, Claudia, who was with him at the time of his death, had taken it upon herself to try claiming his entire estate. When that plan failed—when she realized he had left her nothing—she opted to take something more valuable from me.
My cell vibrates on the desk, and I grab it to answer the unknown caller.
“WHAT!” I bark.
“?? Como que ‘GUAT’ cabron?!” Josefina Macias is cussing at me on the other end. My mother is as short-tempered as they come.
“Ma, sorry. I thought you were a scammer.” I sigh and listen to her yell some more. She’s only halfway through my birth story and how ungrateful I am. We rarely check in unless it is necessary. She is a threat to Claudia, and I can’t risk her safety, so she is hiding out in Guadalajara with her sister.
“Okay. I know. I’m sorry. How are you doing?” I say when she finally stops her rant.
“I’m okay. Where are you?”
“I’m in Houston.” A silent pause comes over the line. She knows what is here. She knows who is here.
Let her go, Silas.
Let her be free.
Let her live her life.
The same words she said to me all those years ago. When I found out they killed my father, the first thing I wanted to do was retaliate against the entire Consuelo family. I didn’t have the information then that I have now. I didn’t know the plans Ivan had made or his accomplices. I didn’t know he was willing to sell out his entire family, and his daughter, just to take my father out.
“Whatever you’re planning, Silas, you better hope it doesn’t backfire.”
She hangs up before I can reply. I don’t believe in karma or shit backfiring. I only believe in life and death. They are the only two constants. The only two things any of us can trust to be true. I pull out the escapulario I wear around my neck . Mi Santisima Muerte . Holy Death. Every morning, I ask her to keep me alive long enough to do what I need to do. Once my mission is complete, death can come for me.
I pull up my email and click on the live footage of Thalia’s room. Her hair is curled, and she’s in a black robe, setting out different outfits on her bed. Once she’s narrowed it down to two, she undoes her robe. Those same perky tits I saw last night stare up at me.
She grabs a bottle of lotion and begins massaging it into her skin. She makes slow circular motions up her leg before her hand stops at her center. She slowly trails her fingers over her bare pussy. Her hands move over her stomach and to her breasts. She squeezes more lotion and rubs them along her hardened peaks. The motion stimulates something in her. She bends to the bottom drawer on her nightstand and pulls out a purple vibrator.
Valgame, Dios.
My dick hardens at the sight of her pleasuring herself. I pull out my cock and stroke it as I watch her on my computer screen. The camera is angled high above her bed, giving me full access to her private show. Her twisted face and pants orchestrate my movements. She slides the vibrator in and out. The vibrating sound makes a melody with the moans she tries to muffle.
She grabs her tits aggressively and lifts her hips off the bed. She thrusts into the toy, desperate to find release. I continue to stroke my cock. Up and down. I stroke it hard, imagining what her pussy would feel like. Her release comes, and her eyes roll into the back of her head. I meet her there and watch as cum erupts out of me. My release is as powerful as hers.
She stays there for a moment, regaining her composure. She moves to the bathroom to clean up, and when she returns, she has on another tighter black dress, showing off all her curves. She moves to the vanity, where the lilies I left are in a black vase. Instead of black lipstick, she opts for a bright red. Red is dangerous. It is lust, and it is passion. I clean the cum off me, zip up my pants, and grab my jacket off the back of the chair. I jump onto my bike and do one-fifty down the highway. I am a Winchester brother hunting a demon, and she has no idea the lengths I’ll go to trap her.