Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kissing my way up Frankie’s body, I stop when I reach her breast, wrapping my mouth around one taut nipple.
“So fucking good,” I groan around a mouthful of flesh. I fucking love her tits.
Frankie’s back arches upwards. Her fingers tighten around my head.
I’m not sure if she’s trying to pull me away or hold me closer.
She’s going between the two actions. Moving my attention to her other breast, I suck on the nipple, biting softly and earning myself another moan. I look up and my eyes meet hers.
“I need you inside me, now,” she says.
Sitting up, I grab her by her hips and flip her body over. “On your knees.” I settle behind her, running the tip of my cock through her wet folds.
“Shit.” Frankie pushes backwards into me.
My hand comes down and slaps her bare ass. “Stay still.”
“Did you just spank me?” she asks over a shoulder.
I look at the red mark forming on her ass and smile. “I’ve wanted to do that for a really long fucking time,” I admit.
“Weirdo. Hurry up and fuck me.”
“You’re not in charge here, Frankie,” I tell her, slowly sinking inside her.
“I’m always in charge,” she counters, pushing herself back and making my cock bottom out inside her pussy. “Oh god!”
My fingers dig into the flesh of her hips. “I’m going to show you just how wrong you are,” I tell her as I start thrusting in and out of her. Harder, faster with each movement.
Before long, she’s shaking, her face pressed into the sheets, smothering her screams. Her juices coat both her thighs and mine. She’s so fucking wet. Bringing one hand around to the front of her, I lean back and rest my ass on my heels.
With my hand wrapped around Frankie’s throat, I hold her body upright. “I want you to bounce on my cock.”
She doesn’t disappoint. Frankie uses her knees to leverage her weight as she bounces up and down.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Mmm.” Her head leans against my shoulder. My lips find the side of her neck, kissing and sucking along the sensitive skin.
“I want you to come for me,” I tell her. I need to feel her come all over my cock. She’s so close. Her pussy convulses around me. “That’s it. Good girl. Fucking come.”
And she does. My hand covers her mouth when she screams. I don’t need anyone else in this house hearing her right now. Not when her father and brother are not too far.
Pulling out, I push her back onto her hands and knees and come all over her ass. “Fuck me,” I grunt as ropes of cum spill from my cock.
“I’m pretty sure I just did.” Frankie giggles as she falls onto the bed and rolls onto her side.
“Yeah, you did.” I lie next to her. “Te amo.”
“Te amo,” she repeats with a huge smile on her face. “I was worried I wouldn’t get to say that.”
“I don’t want you to worry about me, Frankie. I’m going to be just fine.”
“You have some assholes actively trying to kill you. You don’t know if they’ll be successful or not.”
“Many have tried and failed before, babe. Besides, now I have a bigger reason to make sure I live.”
“What’s that?”
“You. I get to have you, which is all the motivation I need to survive.”
“Good. Make sure you do.”
After showering, I take Frankie down to the kitchen. I don’t know when she last ate, but her stomach was making some angry fucking noises in the shower.
“Sit. What do you want to eat?” I ask her.
“I’m not a dog, Emilio. Don’t tell me to sit,” she fires back, while also sitting at the counter.
I blink at her. I don’t even know how to respond to that, so I choose to ignore it. “Tacos?” I open the fridge. I know the chef left some meat in here last night. I can reheat it.
“You can make tacos?” Frankie asks.
“She does know you’re Mexican, right?” Ezekiel says, walking into the conversation.
“I thought she did.” I shrug and start pulling containers out of the fridge.
“You guys are idiots. It was a genuine question.” Frankie rolls her eyes.
“I’d rather be an idiot than a cousin kisser.” Ezekiel laughs and ducks when I go to slap the back of his head.
“You’re just jealous no one likes you enough to kiss you, Ezekiel, not even your cousins,” Frankie counters.
“Nope, definitely not jealous, Frankie.”
I busy myself reheating the ground beef and then putting together a couple of tacos full of toppings for Frankie, while they continue to banter back and forth.
I put the plate in front of Frankie. “Eat.”
“Again, not a damn dog, Emilio,” Frankie growls at me.
“Again, I know. But you still need to eat.”
“Why is your hair wet?” Ezekiel asks Frankie.
“I had a shower,” she tells him.
“Why? You just got here.”
“I got dirty.” Frankie smiles around a taco as she brings it to her mouth.
“Ugh, gross, I wish I hadn’t asked.” Ezekiel shakes his head.
“Emilio, Papa’s office now.” Elias sticks his head into the kitchen and then disappears after giving the order.
“I think my dad is in there,” Frankie says as a warning.
“So is mine,” I tell her.
“Maybe I should come.” She goes to stand.
“Nope, stay. Keep Ezekiel company. We all know he doesn’t have many friends.” I kiss the top of her head and make my way to my father’s office.
The room falls silent when I walk in. All my uncles are in here, Elias and Esterio, my father and his second, along with Frankie’s brother. I look to my Uncle Louie—yep, he wants to kill me.
“Before you kill me, you should know that I do love her and I’m not giving her up. I know you don’t like me with her, and honestly, I don’t blame you. I know she’s better than I am. But that doesn’t mean that I won’t do everything and anything I can for her,” I tell him.
“You’re right. You’re not good enough for her and I do want to watch the life drain from your face.”
“Louie, be careful how you speak to my son. You’re in my house, and don’t think for a second I won’t hesitate to retaliate. You have two children. I will take out both of them if you touch one of mine.”
“He has three,” Alfie says with a smile, like he takes my father’s threats lightly.
“I wouldn’t harm Frankie. She’s as good as a Lopez now.” My father smirks at my uncle, who growls.
I don’t correct him and tell him Frankie is never going to marry me. She’s said more than once she’s not the marrying type, and I would never force her to do something she doesn’t want to do.
“Okay, now that the threats are dealt out, can we get on with the actual problem here? Like the fact we have a rival out there on the streets plotting against us.”
The door opens and my Aunt Lailani walks in. “Someone forgot to invite me to the meeting.” She glares, first at her husband, and then at my dad.
“Lai, please, help yourself to my office.” Dad shakes his head.
“Did you finally lose my number, E?” she asks.
“What kind of best friend would I be if I lost your number?”
“The kind that I want?” My aunt laughs. “I got something.”
She pulls out a USB drive and walks around my father’s desk, plugging it into his computer.
“Again, help yourself,” my father grumbles.
“Sorry, E. Here, you want to plug it in?” She pulls the USB back out and holds it up.
My dad snatches the drive from her hand and plugs it in again. “What is it?”
“It was inside one of the guys from the chopper.”
“And how exactly did you find it?” Uncle Sammie asks.
“I have a friend at the morgue who called to tell me they found it,” my aunt says. “The idiot must have swallowed it. Why? I don’t know. But this has the layout of every property the Lopez family owns. It has financial information and the location of all your businesses, E.”
“Someone has gone to a lot of trouble to collate that,” Uncle Carlo says.
“No shit,” I mutter. “Who are they?”
“No fingerprints. But they’re Mexican. Whoever they are, they followed you here,” Aunt Lailani explains. “There’s something else. One of their phones had messages on it. Their next plan of attack is laid out in this thread.” She pulls the device out of her pocket.
“You could have started with that,” my father says, snatching the phone from her.
“And miss the build up?” Aunt Lailani shakes her head and smiles. “Anyway, we can find them. From my count, there are thirty at the location they’ve made their headquarters. Here. We get in there and keep one or two alive and you should be able to get answers.”
“Okay, when do we roll out?” Uncle Carlo asks.
“You guys don’t need to do this. I’ve got it,” Dad says.
“Yeah, that’s not going to work for us, E. We’re in. When are we going?” Uncle Louie asks.
My father looks at his watch. “Two hours. Get all the family here. They’re safer together. If they’ve been following Emilio, they’ve seen him out all week with Frankie and meeting up with the other kids. We don’t know who they’ll use as leverage.”
“Fucking hell,” Uncle Louie curses as he flicks his gaze towards me. I don’t think I’ll be on his Christmas card list anytime soon.