Chapter 39 Thalia
Alma: Um, excuse me, but where is the photo of the day?
Alma pesters Mireya for daily pictures of the newest edition to the Consuelo family. I look at the picture Mireya sends, and a smile spreads over my face. I love babies. In the “aww, they are so cute, I want to squeeze them” way, not in the “I want one” way. Mireya sends an image of my tiny little nephew, sound asleep in his baby swing.
Thalia: My chulo.
Alma: *heart eyes, kissy face, heart eyes, baby emoji*
Thalia: You bitches better be ready for tonight.
Mireya: I told you, I can’t go. I’m breastfeeding.
Thalia: Just tell Adrian to suck the booze out.
Mireya: Ew
Thalia: Hopefully I can find Alma someone to breastfeed tonight.
Alma: You’re such a pervert.
Thalia: You missed me.
Mireya: We all did. Love you, hoes. Be safe.
Tonight, I am going to resurrect Top Shelf Thursdays. It had been a weekly tradition prior to Mireya getting knocked up, and me getting kidnapped by my soon-to-be ex-husband. Even without Mireya, I had invited anyone and everyone. I need to get back to some sense of normalcy.
I had gotten through the whole week, catching up at work and running the kids around. I am back to my routine. It isn’t uncommon for me to care for Lucia. Thankfully, our situation isn’t one where I am a complete stranger to her. I had always cared for her and Luca, so that didn’t change. A few times, I caught her wanting to call me Mom and pulling back. My heart beat would skip, and then she would nervously call me by name. The way she always had. I know it will take time, and I’m not going to force her. I am okay with that, even if I am desperate for her to see me as such.
I am coming to terms with the part of me that feels overwhelmed by motherhood. Doctora Gonzalez told me that feeling unfit to be a mother is normal at any age, but I can’t be mad at the teenage version of me who was scared back then. I made a decision that felt right at the time, but it’s okay to change my mind. I can’t let those old fears roam in my subconscious. No one shows up to parenthood understanding how it works.
I feel guilty about going out tonight, but Josefina reassured me it is healthy, as a mother, to have my own life as well. My heart aches for her. I am working toward finding Claudia so I can get Rosalinda and Maikel back. After the events that took place with Kiko Maestas, most of our enemies are lying low for the time being. That only causes my anxiety to peak because I know a quiet enemy is a plotting enemy.
I push away the stress. I will deal with it all another day. Tonight, I want to have fun with my friends. I even took time to get ready, applying my matte black lipstick and curling my long black hair. I went with a cut-out black dress tonight that pairs perfectly with a new pair of Louboutins. I walk to the corner booth I reserved. The club at Calavera Hotel is packed.
I slide in next to Ariella and Genesis. How the hell Genesis got out of the house is beyond me, but homegirl needs to have some fun. She glares at Osiel, who sits in front of us with Ricky and Alma. We order drinks and talk over the loud music. Somewhere along the way, Ricky decides to start a game of Truth or Dare. If one isn’t willing to comply with the truth or the dare, then they have to take a shot.
“Alma, is it true you like reading cochinadas ?” Ricky asks. Alma’s cheeks redden, but she nods. She does like to read the filthy stuff. She doesn’t look like it, but deep down, that girl is a fairy porn freak.
“Damn, that’s hot. Do you touch yourself in the linen room?” Osiel asks, and I burst out laughing.
Ricky and Alma are the only people here who hadn’t grown up with me. Osiel has always been a little shit. We both have the unique skill of making everyone uncomfortable with our dirty mouths and sexual innuendos.
“It’s not your turn. It’s Alma’s turn, pendejo,” I say and stare at my friend.
“Okay. Ariella, truth or dare?” Alma asks.
“Um. Truth,” she says nervously.
I look at my cousin. She’s in a bright pink tube top, jeans, and pink heels. Her curly blonde hair is up in a ponytail, and her green eyes are hesitant when she speaks. Ariella is out of her element here, but I am on a mission to break her out of her shell.
“Boooo!!!” I yell, and Osiel backs me up.
“You guys can’t just do truths the whole time!” I shout.
“No, wait. I’ve got a question.” Osiel turns and whispers into Alma’s ear. Her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open. When he pulls away, she nods, then looks at Ariella.
“Ariella, if you had to choose, would you rather get your ass—” Alma clears her throat and tries again with more confidence. “Would you rather get your ass eaten or a pearl necklace?”
Alma sighs, and Osiel lets out a laugh. Ariella looks between Genesis and me, then back to Alma.
“Um, uh, a pearl necklace?” she says. Her response makes everyone laugh, and she sinks into the booth. I shoot a glare at Osiel.
“What? I’m trying to spice this game up,” he responds, like the menace he is.
“Okay, Ari, choose me so I can get this party started,” I say. Her face is still red, and she takes a sip of her margarita before facing me.
“Okay. Thalia, Truth or Dare?” she asks.
“Dare.” I wait for her to think. Her brows furrow, and her lips purse to the side.
“For fuck’s sake, can we just end this and move on to body shots?” Osiel says.
“The only people sexually active at this table are you, me, and Ricky, if you count autofellatio.” He laughs.
“Auto-what?” Alma asks, her quizzical gaze looking between Osiel and me.
“See what I mean?” Osiel shakes his head.
“It means he can suck his own—” Moisture lands on me, and I turn to see Genesis’ eyes widen in shock.
“What the fuck!” Osiel says, cleaning the margarita Gen spit out off of his face.
“No. That’s not really a thing? Is it?” Gen says, looking at me and Ariella. God, I am corrupting them.
“It is. And yes, I can.” Ricky winks.
Before I can traumatize the girls anymore, I take them out on the dance floor. Our bodies sway to the vibrant beats, and the liquor takes over. Ariella and Genesis are talking to some guys by the bar when Ricky and Osiel come to join Alma and me on the dance floor. I have a comfortable relationship with both Osiel and Ricky because we work together. It doesn’t ever occur to me to pursue anything past that, but we are naturally all flirts. Ricky takes his place behind Alma, and Osiel stands behind me. I sway my hips in front of him as he moves his hips behind me. When his body goes still, I feel the pressuring glare behind me.
“Get your hands off my wife.”
I shut my eyes, taking in the familiar voice. No. It can’t be. No. I am barely at the revenge phase of my healing cycle, and I am not actually prepared to face him. I don’t turn around.
“Ghost. What’s up, man?” Osiel says.
“Go,” Silas says.
I watch as Osiel passes in front of me and walks back to Genesis and Alma. The tension behind me doesn’t follow. I keep my eyes shut, but I can feel the pressure of his stare. I hadn’t expected him to show up, but that’s the thing about Silas—he doesn’t care about timing or what you expect. The asshole let me believe he was dead for seven years.
“Did you miss me, wifey?” His hot breath hits the tender spot behind my ear, causing my nipples to harden. Hijo de su puta madre.
I have to fight him and my body. I roll my shoulders back so La Viuda can take over. She can handle this; Thalia cannot. Thalia’s vagina, much less. When I turn to face him, those black eyes stare at me intently.
“Did you get my papers?” I say. I can only hope my alter ego is blind to his dark charm. He stands there unphased, glaring back at me. I can tell by the malice shining in his eyes that he did indeed receive my divorce petition.
“I did. You really shouldn’t be wasting trees for that.” He grabs me by my waist and pulls me to him. The fabric of my dress feels so thin. A small whimper escapes me when he pushes me against his solid body.
“Let go of me, Silas,” I grumble. My voice is low, and it only intensifies the raw sadism in his eyes.
“Or what?” he whispers into my ear.
“Or I will scream and security will escort you out!” My threats fall flat when I look to see the security guards standing at the doors. Jasper and Nero. Both fucking members of his motorcycle gang.
“You’ll be screaming alright, but I don’t think you want everyone to see you screaming the way I make you scream.”
My cheeks flush, and I look around to make sure no one heard him. Alma is sitting on Ricky’s lap, while Ariella and Genesis laugh at something Osiel is saying. I’m running out of options to escape this situation.
“Let’s go,” Silas says, grabbing my arm.
“I am not your property!” I protest desperately. I yank my arm free from his grasp.
“You have three seconds to follow me, or I will lift up this tiny little dress and fuck you over the bar.”
His filthy mouth causes a tingling sensation in my core. I don’t fight when he pulls me behind him, ignoring my protests to slow down. My heels stumble as he drags me into the elevator. He stares at me from the opposite side. His hair is pulled back, and his thick frame clings to an all black suit. He licks his bottom lip, and I stare at his piercings, imagining how the metal had felt against my pussy. The heat between my legs is enough to set the entire city on fire. I feel the abrupt pause in movement and look up to see Silas pressing buttons on the panel.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Why did you send me those papers, diabla?” he says, his eyes questioning mine intensely.
“You’re the one who told me to leave, Silas,” I say, looking away. He ignores my rebuttal and inches closer to me. His hands graze the hem of my dress.
“That doesn’t mean I’m willing to sacrifice you.” My heart tightens in my chest. His rough hands move between my thighs. He slides a finger into me, and my head falls back with a moan.
“You’re so wet for me,” he growls.
My pussy clenches around him, trying to hold on when he removes his fingers. Our eyes stay locked as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on my arousal. The thrill of him generates a boldness in me.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
He wastes no time and slams his lips to mine. He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him. We devour each other. It’s rough. Intense. Intoxicating . It is a reflection of everything we are in this moment. It is the way our relationship works.
I crave him and all the toxicity. I want more. I want it all. I bite at his lips and push his head into mine. When he pulls away, my lungs grasp onto the air. I open my eyes to see that same raw hunger reflected in his eyes. He lowers his voice and speaks against my trembling lips.
“Me vuelvas loco.” You drive me crazy.
If anything, he is the one in the driver’s seat. Driving like a madman to an unknown destination, while I cling to my life in the passenger’s seat. My hands move under his shirt to feel the hardness of his abs. He undoes his belt and lets his cock free. I stare down at his veiny, pierced shaft, and my mouth waters.
He pins my leg to his side and moves my panties to the side. His piercings claw inside me as he fills me. It hurts so good. So fucking good. I let out a cry against his mouth. His dick stretches me, shredding me apart with his size. My body indulges in the pain. I block everything else out and only focus on the way he slams into me, fucking me against the wall of the elevator. His filthy words push me closer to the edge of that cliff.
“Your pussy is strangling my dick.”
Thrust.
“Cógeme duro.”
Thrust.
“You belong to me, bruja. No one else. ME,” he growls before his thrusting turns animalistic and throws me into delirium.
My muscles tighten, and I cry out the moment I feel my body inching toward that place of bliss. My fingers pull at the hairs at his nape as I hang on for dear life. His speed picks up, and I freefall as the orgasm pushes me over the edge. I scream out his name, and he follows me. His warm cum fills me with his release. I surrender to the orgasm. To the chaos of my mind, and to the ache in my chest. It is a losing battle when it comes to my heart. It is a losing battle to fight what I know to be true. My heart belongs to him.