Chapter 36
Chapter
Thirty-Six
Alejandro
Grinning, Jax hoists the unconscious man up from the floor and sets him on the chair in front of me. “I’ve missed this, amigo.”
“You’re fucking loco, amigo.” I clap him on the back. The truth is I love this as much as he does—or at least I used to. Until it started keeping me away from my wife. We’ve been in Philadelphia chasing down this prick and his goons right here, and I can’t wait to get home.
I glare at Richie Burnett. I’ve always hated this fucker. I had a feeling he couldn’t be trusted, but he worked for my Uncle Phillipe for years, and the latter convinced me to give him the benefit of the doubt.
But even before his fuck-up last month, I was keeping my eye on him and was proven right when I caught him stealing from us, skimming an extra cut of the profit for himself every time he made a deal on my family’s behalf—as if we don’t pay him enough. Greedy motherfucker.
I slap Richie hard across the face, and his eyes flicker open. “Hijo de puta!” he spits. How dare he use my native tongue to insult me. Disrespectful sack of shit.
Jax shakes his head and laughs quietly, looking forward to the carnage sure to follow Richie’s insolence. “Can you believe this piece of shit?” I ask.
“Nope,” Jax says. “Must have a death wish.”
Richie’s eyes roll back, and I slap him again. “You still with us, mal nacido?”
He attempts to swing his arm at me, obviously forgetting that I dislocated his shoulder a few hours ago. He’s endured so much torture that he no longer knows what he can feel or where any pain is coming from.
“Argh!” he screams, slumping back against the chair.
I grab the knife from the table beside me and hold it up so the metal blade catches the light of the overhead bulb, ensuring that Richie knows exactly what’s coming next.
We made him watch yesterday while his most loyal employees, fellow thieves, had their tongues and eyes cut out before they were shot in the head.
He already knew there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be getting off so easily.
Their bodies were disposed of quickly and cleanly, and we appointed a new head of our Philadelphia operations—Neo Lopez.
Neo is young and ambitious, but he respects the order of things, and I like that about him.
Richie sits on the chair, blood congealing on every part of his body. His gray hair is so matted with dried blood that it looks black. He’s been in this room for over twenty-four hours, enduring pain every second of his time here.
I have to admit I’m impressed with how much he’s been able to take.
I learned the fine art of torture and the ability to inflict exactly the right amount of pain to keep a man alive while making him beg for death at a young age.
But now Richie is close to the end. He’s constantly slipping into unconsciousness.
His body is broken, burned, and bruised beyond recognition.
But Richie is a message. A message that nobody steals from the Montoyas.
I lift his head by his hair and hold the blade to his neck. “Goodnight, Richie. You greedy little fuck.” I slit his throat open and watch as the last drops of life drain from him.
I wipe my hands on a towel and motion to Jax. “Let’s get cleaned up and get the fuck out of here.”
“I miss LA already. Too fucking cold here.”
We head out of the small room that stinks of Richie Burnett’s filth to find Neo waiting outside, his arms crossed over his chest. “What do you need from me, Boss?”
“Get that shit cleaned up and make it look like we were never here,” I tell him. “And leave Richie’s body somewhere that sends a message.”
His lips twitch. “You got it.”
Yeah, I like this guy.
My business in Philly kept me away from Alana for two days and two nights. I’ve missed her much more than I will admit to anyone. I hated sleeping in my hotel room alone, without her warm body pressed against mine.
It’s been a week since our night at my hotel and something has definitely shifted between us. That night when she broke down, I saw a side of her that I never have before—her insecurities and vulnerabilities—and it brought out my protective side.
It’s late when I get home. I creep into to our bedroom and am filled with relief and contentment when I see her sleeping figure on the bed. Quickly, I pull off my clothes and toss them into the laundry hamper. My cock is already hard just thinking about what I’m about to do to her.
I slip beneath the covers, and she stirs in her sleep. “Alex?”
I press my body to hers. “Yeah, it’s just me, princesa. I missed you.”
“Missed you too.”
My hands slide over her hips, over her soft cotton underwear. “Why are you wearing panties when you knew I’d be back tonight?” I really don’t give a fuck right now, but a rule is a rule.
“I got my period,” she murmurs.
I kiss her neck, and she purrs like a kitten as I slip my fingers under the waistband of her panties. “Open your legs for me. I want inside you.”
She rubs her sexy ass against my cock. “You’re going to ruin these beautiful white sheets.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the sheets,” I growl against her skin. “Besides, Magda is very proficient in getting blood out of clothes. I’m sure a few stained sheets aren’t beyond her.”
“What? No. I can wash them myself.”
“Whatever you want, just let me fuck you.”
“I need to use the bathroom first.”
I roll onto my back, releasing her. “Hurry, or I’ll come in there after you.” Two days without her has felt like an eternity, and I might combust if I don’t fuck her soon.
She climbs out of bed and jogs to the bathroom, and I admire her gorgeous ass as she does. A moment later, I hear the toilet flush and the sound of running water before she hovers in the doorway.
“Ven aquí.”
She chews her lip for a second, then approaches the bed. As soon as she’s within touching distance, I grab her and pull her to straddle me.
My hands glide to her hips, and I hook my fingers under the band of her underwear. “These little cotton panties are very sexy.”
“Don’t ruin them—” I’m already tearing them off before she can finish the sentence. “They’re my favorite.” She swats my chest.
“I’d say I’m sorry, but …”
“You’re really not?”
“Not even a little bit.” I grin and toss the scrap of material on the floor.
“You have panty issues.”
“I have you wearing panties issues.” Unable to wait a second longer, I crush my lips to hers and kiss her fiercely.
I shift my hips until my rock-hard cock is pressed up against her pussy, and she whimpers into my mouth. I push inside her heavenly wet heat, and she breaks our kiss, gasping.
“Alex,” she groans.
“What is it, princesa?” Taking hold of her hips, I guide her down until she takes every fucking inch of me.
“That feels so good,” she moans. “But … the mess.”
Her embarrassment about a little blood is adorable really, particularly given how I spent my last few days. “I’ve had plenty of blood on my hands. None of it will be more enjoyable than this. Any mess will be on me, not the sheets. Just relax and let me fuck you.”
She tips her head back and groans, and I sit up, put my arms around her waist, and sink my teeth into the tender skin of her neck. She wraps her arms around my shoulders as she grinds herself onto me.
After a few moments of allowing her to ride me at her own pace, I grab her ankles and circle her legs around my waist, causing her to sink farther on my cock.
“Jesus, Alex,” she hisses in my ear.
I nuzzle her neck. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she says. “So much.”
Fuck, she feels phenomenal. I rock into her, loving the feel of her pussy muscles clamping around my shaft, like she never wants to let me go. Has she missed me as much as I’ve missed her? I think so. I fucking hope so. “You feel how deep I am inside you, Alana?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I can’t get any further in you, but it’s still not enough. It’s never enough.”
She claws at my skin. “Alex.”
I tell her how much I missed her—how much I need her. But, like I usually do, I say it all in Spanish. I roll her hips over mine and have to slow down so I won’t come inside her too soon. She’s so hot and wet and tight. I lose my mind when I’m buried inside her.
She squeezes my cock with her pussy muscles as she comes hard, and I can’t hold on any longer. I grip her shoulders, pushing her down onto me and grinding out my own release.
Closing my eyes, I hold her tighter while she rests her head on my chest and we both catch our breath.
“That was incredible,” she pants. “But I’m almost scared to stand up.”
I plant a kiss against the top of her head. “Don’t move and I’ll take us for a shower.” I stand with her legs around my waist and my cock still inside her and walk us to the bathroom.
And then I gently wash the blood from us both, watching the red water swirling in the base of the shower—a far cry from a few hours ago when I watched Richie’s blood circle the drain.
She puts her arms around my waist and rests her head on my shoulder, practically purring with happiness. I am a devil, but she’s a fucking angel. My wife. My princesa.
Two days without her and I was lost.
So how could I ever live without her?
Truth is I couldn’t. And I won’t.
Fuck the three-year deal we agreed on. I’m keeping her forever.