Chapter 21 Silas
Thalia’s screams echo through the dark night. Her legs wrap tightly around my thighs, and her body shakes violently. Tears stream down her face as she cries out at the empty shot.
“Fuck, I must have not loaded all the cylinders,” I say with another shrug of my shoulder.
Anger flares in her big brown eyes. I only loaded the first one. I’m not stupid enough to keep any loaded guns within her reach. Fool me once, shame on me, but fool me twice, and I’ll fuck you like a savage in my family cemetery. She glares up from under me, nostrils flaring and lips pursed. Saliva shoots from her mouth and lands at the corner of mine. I drag my tongue up the side to taste her. A deep moan vibrates through my chest, and I push my erection into her.
“Does spit turn you on, diablita?” I squeeze her cheeks together. She slams into me in an effort to throw me off of her. I squeeze tight until the corners of her lips meet. I pull my cheeks together, gathering as much saliva as I can, then lean over and slowly let the liquid fall from my mouth to hers.
“Swallow it.” I hold her cheeks until I see her throat push down my spit, then release her.
“Fuck you, Silas.” Her eyes are still swollen and her chin trembles. She turns her head away from me, and I pull it back toward me.
“You will soon. Right now, though, you seem to be enjoying the company of Smith and Wesson.”
I return the gun to her pussy and let it slide in and out. She tenses and tries to deny the pleasure her body craves. After several more thrusts, she relaxes. I pick up the pace and rub my thumb around her sensitive bud. I listen to the moisture building.
Mmmm.
So fucking wet.
I pull out my soaked gun, and she clamps her knees together. I free her breasts and pinch her nipple, rolling the hardened brown peak between my index finger and thumb. Her lips part, and she pushes her chest into the touch.
“You’re going to cum on this cock, diablita.” I free myself from my briefs, and her eyes widen. Releasing her wrists, I hook her thighs under my arms and drag her across the grass. I slowly push in my crown, waiting for her to adjust to the size.
Her knees fall to her sides, and she grips the grass as I slide all the way in. Her pussy clenches around me as I stretch her.
“So fucking tight,” I growl.
Her head falls back, and she murmurs a curse as I slowly thrust in and out of her. Her hands move all over the place, grasping the grass, then her hair, before digging her nails into my ass. She meets every thrust with desperate whimpers.
“Look at you crying, like a slut for my cock.”
Her breathing accelerates as she gives herself over to the sensation. My dick grows at the sight of her coming undone. The way the devil has bent to my will makes me desperate to surrender myself at her altar. Sacrifice everything and perform whatever absurd rituals she asks of me. Hunger rises in me as her pleasure-filled sounds fill the air. I angle her hips higher as I drive into her like a madman. Her breasts shake with the brutal force.
In and out.
Hard and fast.
Thrust after thrust.
“Say my name, Thalia.” My hand wraps around her throat and squeezes tightly. “Tell me who the fuck you belong to.” She bucks her hips, desperate to meet my cock slamming into her. Her face turns red as I squeeze her throat tighter.
One.
Two.
My fingers loosen, and her orgasm breaks through with a string of moans, meeting the air like a silent prayer. Her pussy clenches around me, and I slam into her with manic force. Her cum builds at my shaft, coating me with her pleasure. I bite down on my bottom lip and push in one last time as my cum shoots up inside her.
God fucking damn.
Her sweet cunt has me in another dimension. I can feel my dick pulsing inside her as my vision blurs around me. When I come back to reality, I feel her legs shake around me. I ask her one more time.
“Who the fuck do you belong to?” She looks away. Her defiance will not fly with me. My wife controls everyone and everything in her environment, but I will be the one to break her. I pull out of her and stand to my full height. I grab her by the arm and pull her up with me.
I hook the handcuff around her wrist, then cuff the other side around my own wrist.
“You are mine. Chained to me until death do us part.” I tug the cuffs and grab her hair. She winces as I lower myself to her eye level. “If you ever try to run away from me again, I will kill you, then fuck your corpse, before I dig your grave right here.” Not a threat, a promise.
I pull on the reins of Onyx, the black horse I had purchased for Thalia. It had always been my plan to look for her. I was just waiting for the right time. I was waiting to eliminate Claudia and find my siblings, but perfect timing doesn’t exist in our world.
Onyx’s trots slow to a walking pace. I stare out at the mountain ranges in front of me. I needed to get some air after last night’s events, and the scenery provides me with the serenity I need. I miscalculated my little devil. I thought if I showed her the house and gave her the space to voice her concerns that she would open up to me.
“I take it she didn’t welcome you with open arms?” I look over to my cousin, Ale, mounted on her horse next to me. Alejandra Macias is a year younger than me. Growing up, she desired nothing more than acceptance from all our male cousins. To be one of us. Only, most of them did not survive Ivan Consuelo’s wrath. Of the twenty men murdered on that bus outside the FDC, one had been Ale’s father and another had been her older brother. After the bus bombing, she, like Thalia, had been forced into the male dominant world of the cartel. She had been the one to salvage what was left of our family business. Over the years, she did not only prove herself to me, but she is one of the few people I trust.
“Nah, she tried to kill me.” Twice. But who’s counting? My dear wife had aimed her gun at me more times than she smiled at me.
“Jasper looks like he got his ass handed to him,” she replies.
I may have snapped a picture of Jasper after my wife sent her fist flying into his eye socket the night we saved her from Fellipe Gallardo. I may have also sent that picture to Nero and Cass. Then, like wildfire, it spread amongst every member in every chapter of Los Peregrinos. Apparently, it had made its way through to the cartel as well. Somewhere along the way, they had created memes of the photo. Memes that went viral on social media.
Me after working 8 hours of overtime. One user wrote above the picture.
When she goes through your phone . Another wrote.
My pussy after one night with a sapphic cartel boss. That was one obviously created by Ale.
“She’s got veneno in her blood,” I tell my cousin.
“She’s a Macias. What did you expect?” Ale responds.
Ale has never met Thalia. Like me, though, she has heard the rumors, and she is all about that women empowerment shit. She idolizes my wife’s strength and ruthlessness. I, on the other hand, am not impressed. Thalia is strong, but she is also stubborn. Ungrateful. And did I mention infuriating?
I had left the gun unloaded at her bedside as a test, and she had failed. With flying fucking colors, the woman failed. I made her sleep handcuffed to me all night, thinking I would be able to sleep. Yet red heels and black lipstick tormented my circadian rhythms.
“Were you able to break in and steal the safe?” I ask. With Thalia out of the penthouse and Olivia and her children at Patricio’s, I ordered my men to steal the safe from Thalia’s closet.
“Jasper retrieved it last night. It was filled with typical items—birth certificate, false passports and IDs—but also, there were a ton of threats. Someone has been threatening her. Jasper confirmed with the hotel staff.”
“What kinds of threats?” I ask.
“The safe was filled with creepy baby doll memorabilia and notes taunting Thalia about a baby.”
“A baby?” I ask. Ale forwards me the photos of various notes. All of them with a similar question.
Where’s the baby, Thalia?
Could she have had a child while I was gone? Is that the nagging feeling pestering me in the pit of my stomach? Ale reads my fallen expression.
“There’s no trace of her ever having had a child, or any paperwork on an abortion.” I nod my head. The feeling in my stomach doesn’t flee, though. There are other ways to get rid of a baby, and the Consuelos can afford the closed mouths.
“There’s something else,” she says, scratching the back of her neck. “The guys are positive the threats are coming from Claudia.”
Fucking Claudia. Of course, she would be behind the cryptic threats and messages. Claudia loves to play games. I know because I am currently stuck in a game with the conniving bitch myself. I look down and reread the notes. It makes sense that Claudia is behind this. Thalia is one of several things standing in her way. She would benefit from an alliance with Los Bandoleros because she needs someone to do her dirty work—one of many reasons she could never stand toe to toe against Thalia.
“What did my padrino say?” I ask. Aurelio Reyes, the father of the psychopath Axel, Adan, and Ariella, also happened to be my godfather. My father’s right-hand man and the same person who had helped me escape prison. After the bus bombing, I stayed at the FDC for a year, assuming the identity of the man who stabbed me.
When Aurelio agreed to get me out, he had one condition: stay away from Thalia. She was, and still continues to be, a sore topic of conversation for him. He is a murderous son of a bitch, and more so when it comes to his wife and the people she loves. Aurelio is not a force to be reckoned with. Any questions I had about Thalia were always received with short, vague answers. It was Axel who learned early on that knowledge is power. He strung me along in his blood thirsty activities, with promises of tidbits of information and flower delivery services.
“He said he’d look into it. He was more concerned about Thalia, and I told him she was safe. Everyone thinks she’s dead. The plane blew up mid-flight.”
The moment Jasper informed me that Fellipe Gallardo was a member of Los Bandoleros, I flew straight from Arizona to Houston. Thalia has a large target on her back, and Los Bandoleros have been plotting her demise. I don’t think about the ache in my chest at the thought of what would have happened if I hadn’t shown up when I did. My only regret is not torturing Fellipe. Had I had the time, I would have fed him to the pigs behind the house. Limb by limb. I’d keep him conscious long enough to watch them feast on his arm or a leg.
Ale and I ride the horses back to the stable and get in my truck, so we can fulfill our duties in town. It’s our job to make sure the locals have everything they need. The same way our fathers, and their fathers before them, had done. We pass out supplies and food to everyone. I have a reputation built in the city, but in this small ranch town, I make sure my people are taken care of. They pledged their loyalty to my family, and in return, we fund their businesses, build them temples, and help them live comfortable lives. When my father passed away, they mourned in the streets for him. Graffiti fills concrete with his name, and shrines have been built. They idolize him.
I’ll never forget the day I found out my entire family had been massacred. The lonely nights I spent in that dark cell. It was there that I had met my friend Efren. He would deliver meals to me while I stayed in solitary confinement. He was the one to get the message to Aurelio that I was still alive.
When I came out, Ale had already been working closely with Aurelio to keep our family business up and running. Aurelio trained me for the right time to return to Tamaulipas. He found me shelter with the motorcycle gang, and when the time was right, he was the one who served me Ivan Consuelo’s head on a silver platter.
Los Reyes de Tamaulipas were not willing to look the other way. Aurelio was placed in the middle, forced to pick between his family and his wife’s family. He bought the Consuelo family’s immunity by promising retaliation and with the head of Ivan Consuelo. The look in Ivan’s eyes at the sight of me was worth the time I had to wait. The moments I suffered alone. I smiled as his blood covered my hands. I laughed as I tortured him for days. I was filled with joy as he cried out and begged me for mercy.
Ivan thought he had gained the upper hand in killing my father, but he didn’t realize divine intervention was working against him. His failed plan had set me up to go further than my father had ever intended me to go. I wore our last name like a gold medal. I not only secured my place in the cartel, but I also formed an alliance with one of the most powerful motorcycle gangs known to the West Coast. I am back from the dead, and I am going to take back everything that I lost. Including my wife.