Emiliano
If the partners have noticed that I’m keeping shorter hours, they don’t say anything. Then again, I don’t think they would, even if it bothered them. That’s what the Pineros name affords.
While I’ve never had to work as hard as I do, I enjoy my career. Law is like a puzzle to me, and I love the challenge of it.
After all, every problem has a solution.
And the partners love me because I handle their more criminal clients who pay exorbitant amounts of money for my representation. Between my knowledge of law and having all sorts of law enforcement and government workers on the Pineros payroll, they get off and we get paid.
Landing Regina Delvecchio was huge, especially since she comes with the casino she intends to build here. Last night, we took a meeting at the cathedral and discussed her plans and moving forward with the build.
Rarely does she step foot in my office, and I’m perfectly fine with that. The first time I met her there, she nodded as she turned in a full circle, slowly appraising the church and said, “I like it. It’s away from nosy motherfuckers. You know I’m generous with my bullets.”
Having seen her quick temper for myself, this was as good as gospel.
But something about meeting a fellow criminal on holy property always feels poignant. She isn’t the first gunslinging guest I’ve brought on hallowed ground and won’t be the last.
Then, as casually as I could, I put in a good word for Cesár. A working relationship could stand to benefit the both of them.
“I trust your discernment,” she’d said, and it wasn’t lost on me how meaningful that response was.
Mrs. Delvecchio doesn’t trust many people, and for good reason. With her husband missing, anyone and everyone is a suspect.
But Cesár—even with his current entanglement involving her cousin—is the perfect man for the job. He has sharp instincts and brute strength. Not to mention he’s a scary-looking motherfucker to most.
They don’t know how goofy the pendejo is. Still, I don’t regret sticking my neck out for him. He’d do the same for me.
I already sent out the email with his information, keeping the correspondence minimal. The last thing any of us needs is a paper trail. As is, this just looks like an attorney providing his client with a private investigator.
When I think back on some of the cases I’ve taken, some stand out more than others. And while I’m a criminal myself, even I have my limits. In fact, the only clients of mine who do time are the ones whose crimes are heinous.
I’ll represent anyone.
But I won’t make things go away for monsters.
Meena already left for the day about a half hour ago. I make my way down to my car, where Hector stands, having waited for me after starting it to make sure it’s safe. We now have access to the building’s CCTV, and while he watches all day, we don’t leave anything to chance.
“I’m headed home,” I inform him, tossing my things onto the passenger seat before sliding inside. He closes the door for me and nods, stepping back as I pull off.
Sometimes he’ll follow me home to check in with the men working the perimeter. Sometimes he’ll call them for updates and head home.
To my knowledge, Taina only left today to get a manicure and pick up some makeup. Berto kept me informed on her movements, opting to stand outside as she enjoyed her self-care outing.
This is exactly the life I want for her. A soft life where she only has to worry about breathing.
Recklessly, I speed home, eager to see her. She doesn’t know that I had something delivered while she was gone and asked one of my men to build it so it’d be ready by the time I get home.
He hid it in the barn so she wouldn’t find it, and that’s where I plan to take her to see it.
I park my car next to hers and smile when I see her sitting on the steps, as if she were waiting for me.
“Missed me?” I ask as I step out of the car, the gravel shifting under my feet. “How’d you know I was coming?”
“Just because Berto works for you doesn’t mean he hides things from me,” she informs me, a smirk on her face.
She’s got her hair down and her nightgown and a cardigan on with sandals on her feet.
It’s a little warmer than usual today, and I’m dying to get out of this suit, already yanking off my bolo tie. “He’s inside, eating dinner.”
“So you’re bribing him with food,” I tease as I walk up. “Now I know I don’t stand a chance.”
Taina stands to greet me, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, and I run my fingertips over her smooth thighs. She’s taller, standing on a step, so I don’t have to bend down to kiss her .
“Come with me,” I whisper, unable to wait another moment. “I got you something.”
I grab hold of her, gripping on her fingers as I lead us to the barn. I’ll be sure to give Papasote some love while we’re in there.
“Did you get me a necklace?” she asks, and I glance over at her, my brows pinched together.
“Huh?” Um…
“A necklace,” she repeats, like what she’s saying makes complete sense. Her cardigan slips off one shoulder, and I admire the thin lacy strap it reveals. The swell of her breasts, coupled with their slight bounce with each step she takes, make me ache to put them in my mouth.
I blink, coming back to our conversation as we approach the barn.
“No, I—did you want one?” I feel like I missed something here, but I’ll get a hundred necklaces if she’d like.
She offers a giggle, and the foreign tinkle of it has me squeezing her fingers. I don’t know what’s going on, but I really like it. Love it, even.
“I guess your hand will have to do.”
Oh, shit . That’s the type of time she’s on.
“If you want a hand necklace, you only have to ask, Princesa .” Just as we enter the barn, I press her against the wall, placing my large hand around her throat. “Like this?”
She bites her lip, nodding as she looks up at me.
“I think I like this,” she murmurs, her eyes on my mouth. “We can be a little rough next time.”
“I’ll pleasure you any way you’d like.” I brush my nose against hers. “It’s a job I take very seriously.”
“You deserve a raise, truthfully.”
I laugh, sliding my hand off of her neck before capturing hers and leading her toward one of the stalls.
She’s quiet as I unlock it, sliding the stall door so she can see what’s inside. Taina looks inside while I look at her, waiting for her reaction. Once she sees the makeup vanity nestled there with a matching chair, her eyes meet mine.
“You did this for me?”
“I want this to be your home,” I offer. “I’ll have it brought to whichever room you’d like.”
She doesn’t say anything as she grabs my hand to lead me inside. I follow to the chair, which she pushes me to sit in.
Rather than ask questions, I keep my eyes trained on her. The chair scrapes against the bare wood floor, and she reaches for my zipper once I’m fully seated.
“I want you,” she says, licking her lower lip once my dick is free.
She watches it grow in size, reaching down to pump it in her fist. I hiss at the sight of her small hand working me into a frenzy until precum beads at the tip.
She swipes it off with her thumb before placing it in her mouth, and I groan at the sight.
I don’t want her on her knees on this hard floor, so I place my hands on her hips to bring her toward my waiting lap, where my dick juts out like it’s waiting for her.
She’s silent as she straddles me, hovering over it to pull her panties to the side.
Hushed sounds escape us as she slides down, her tight wetness hugging me until she’s fully seated on me. She jerks her hips, and I know I’m hitting the perfect spots already. I pull her up, loving the way her pussy grips me.
Cono , I could do this forever.
She’s already panting as she rides me, and I help pace her, my hands still on her hips.
She bucks, crying out as her first orgasm rolls through her.
But I’m not finished yet. Not when I lick my fingers to rub her clit, eliciting more moans as she climbs to her peak once more.
She sobs out a breath as she begins a scooting motion, creating even more friction.
Her body sags, and I place my hands under her thighs to lift her, watching my glistening cock covered in her juices impale her, over and over .
When she can hardly keep herself up, I stand with my dick still inside of her, using one arm to brace her against me.
As steadily as I can with my pants sliding down my legs, I press her into the stall wall, reaching for the rope on the nearby hook.
While she’s pinned by my hips, I make quick work of binding her wrists before placing the knot on the hook.
She holds her head up, watching as I lean back to admire her. Her body, slick with sweat and pink from exertion, is displayed before me with her arms bound above her head.
That she let me do this is an honor. She trusts me.
I lean down to suck her nipple into my mouth, and I can feel her pussy tighten around me as I tug on the sensitive peak before releasing it.
Mercilessly, I begin to pound into her, watching her breasts bounce with each thrust. By the time I feel myself about to come, I’ve lost count of how many orgasms she’s had.
“I can’t,” she sobs out. “It’s too good.”
“One more, Princesa . Show me how good it is.” I slide my fingers between us, and her next one is almost immediate. “ Good girl .”
My balls tighten as I grit out, “Such a good fucking girl.”
My legs feel weak as I shoot my cum inside of her, pressing my face into her neck.
Shuddering breaths wrack my body, and I realize I don’t have anything to clean her up with.
So I unhook her and set her down to start removing my shirt.
Once it’s off, I set it on the chair and take off my undershirt, folding it before I press it against her pussy.
She gasps, and I know it’s sensitive so I try not to apply too much pressure.
When she brings her hands toward me, I remove the ropes from her wrists, kissing the red marks there.
“Are you okay?” I ask, stroking my thumb over the side of her face. When she’s this close, I can see the faint freckles that dust the apples of her cheeks. She’s so fucking beautiful like this, with her pink lips parted and her brown eyes watching me closely .
She nods, grabbing my hand and sliding it to her neck once more.
“I’d like my necklace back,” she says, tilting her head as she keeps her gaze focused on me. “I’m a good girl, after all.”
Unable to help myself, I press a kiss to her lips, sliding my tongue between them to taste her. She strokes mine in return, and only when I hear Papasote huff do I pull back with a chuckle.
“If I’d known he was going to cockblock, I would’ve moved this somewhere else.”
Taina swats at my arm before she reaches down to grab the shirt between her legs. Her quick hands gently put my dick back in my pants before zipping my slacks up.
“Go play nice with your horse while I handle the cream pie situation,” she jokes, and my eyes follow her as she steps out of the stall. Thoughtlessly, I do the same, pausing in front of my horse’s stall to watch her walk back to the house, her hips swaying with each step.
She’s a walking melody, and I’m in love with her.
I don’t know when it happened, but it was inevitable.
Papasote sticks his head out, and I run my hands over his face, pressing mine above his muzzle. He pushes his exhale out, and I give him one last pat before reaching for my phone that’s vibrating in my pocket.
I don’t recognize the number displayed on the screen, hesitant to answer calls from strangers with everything going on.
But there’s a nagging part of me that wonders if this is an emergency of some sort. So I tap the screen to accept the call, putting the phone on speaker.
“Hello?” I ask, waiting for a response.
At first, the other end is silent.
“Is this Emiliano?” a woman’s voice asks. It sounds familiar, but I can’t place it. “Emiliano Pineros?”
“Who’s this? ”
“Mrs. de la Matta,” she answers, and there’s a fatigue that stretches her voice paper thin. “Is—is my daughter with you?”
I don’t want to tell her anything about Taina, alarms bells going off inside my brain. While she’s their child, she’s also a grown woman who made her decision to stay here after they put her out. What kind of parent does that?
Even Papi , with his imperfections, made sure Carlos was taken care of after his drunk driving incident.
But I don’t have children, so maybe my perspective is biased.
When it’s clear I’m not answering her, she speaks again.
“Her father was shot,” she informs me, her words wavering under heavy emotions. “He’s going to be okay, but they don’t think he’ll walk again.”
I’m not sure what to say in response, so all I offer is, “I’m glad he’ll be okay.”
The static of the line greets me, and I wonder if she’s hung up. When I pull the phone away to check, I almost miss her next words.
“You tell Taina that this is all her fault. She couldn’t leave it alone, and they came for him!” By the time she’s through, she’s shrieking.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I won’t be telling her any of that,” I inform Taina’s mother. I step out of the barn and stare up at the darkening sky. When I notice one of my men at the gated entrance of the ranch, I wave him over.
“You don’t know, but you’re gonna find out.” Her warning sounds like a threat to me, so I take it as such.
“I’ve let you get away with disrespecting me once. Threatening me will leave you in a far worse position than paralysis,” I quip, as I recognize Fabián ambling over.
“You’ll see soon enough.”
The line beeps to signify the call ending, and I shove my phone back in my pocket as I realize I probably look crazy, shirtless with my slacks and boots on.
“I thought you were staying with my sister-in-law,” I say once he’s close enough to hear me. “Carlos will have your head if anything happens to her.” He’s in México for two more weeks at least.
Fabián grins, holding the assault rifle close to his chest.
“She decided to visit her family instead of sticking around here,” he informs me, staring past me into the barn. “You lost your shirt in there?”
“Does Ignacio know?” I ask, ignoring his question. Because what the fuck does it matter where my shirt is.
“I’m sure he does, Boss.” The walkie-talkie on his bulletproof vest statics, and I wait to hear anything, but only silence follows.
With night falling, I’ll want all of the men at their respective stations along the perimeter. I glance over at the house and notice Taina standing in the doorway, the screen door slightly shielding her.
She’d mentioned she doesn’t want to see the men here either, so I’ll bring her upstairs until they bring it inside.
“Get one of the guys and help bring the vanity in the last stall into the house,” I instruct. “And then I need you guys back at your stations.”
I begin walking away, and he shouts, “Where do you want it, Boss?”
“Just drop it inside and I’ll do the rest,” I toss out as I continue, determined to have an easy night with Taina.
Who doesn’t need to know the shit her mother just told me.