Solana, even in this state—coming down from a nasty high, hair ruined, makeup tarnished, and scared for her life—was still a fucking ten. Biting down on my molars, I discreetly inspected her as she sucked her teeth and continued her walk of shame. The way the dress hugged her hips and ass was sickening. To think that tonight was supposed to end with me peeling the thin fabric off by the skin of my teeth had me heated. Shaking my head, I ran my hand over my mouth and squared my shoulders. I could never wife a fucking cokehead. That shit was dead. And the fact that she was able to hide it from me for weeks was not only dangerous but telling. It told me everything I needed to know about her: she couldn’t be trusted.
Solana didn’t give me another backward glance as she sauntered through the wooden door, granting us entry to her parents’ dwelling. With my long legs, there were maybe a few inches between us now as I entered the house. The scents of spices and cleaning solutions in the air couldn’t compete with the perfume she was wearing. How a girl as pretty as Solana could indulge in such a nasty habit was beyond me. Hours ago, being this close to her and smelling her pores would have made my dick stiff. Now, the mere sight of her pissed me off to no end.
The walls were made of thick stucco, and from the front entry, we could see straight through the living area to the courtyard. Their hacienda featured vibrant colors, stone floors, traditional wall paintings, and large windows. Archways instead of doors led to each room, making it easy for me to look in all directions.
“Señorita!” A short and stubby, round-faced housemaid grinned at Solana. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the fucking druggie.
Solana placed a kiss on her cheek. “Hola, Mirna.”
When her eyes moved past Solana and landed on me, her smile faded, and she took a step back. I guess she recognized me from my last visit, which was good. She had every right to be afraid because this visit wasn’t friendly.
“Aye.” Solana’s shoulders tensed at the sound of my voice, but she kept her face on Mirna.
“Move,” I said, giving her a few seconds to peck Mirna’s cheek again before moving around her.
The middle-aged woman dropped her head and scattered off, mumbling a Spanish prayer. It was going to take more than God’s covering for everyone in this household if I didn’t get what the fuck I came for. I’d already made peace with the Most High, so I was good with however this shit turned out.
Solana’s bare feet slapped against the stone flooring as she switched with an attitude that I didn’t give a fuck about. I’d already wasted too much fucking time by having to drive to the jet and fly to this country. I needed a location on my daughter immediately.
Reaching over her head, I pushed the door to the yard open. She sucked in her breath, and I inhaled that damn scent of hers. Humid night air that tasted like summer, bugs, and fertilizer floated around us. Stringed lights outlined the perimeter of the paved courtyard, and on the sofa, her stepmother sat at the far end. Maura was sipping from a glass of wine, wearing a dark green gown, which accentuated her boob job and stopped at her crossed knees.
“Where is Papa?” I didn’t miss the shakiness in Solana’s breath.
Maura did a double-take before her face went stoic. “Why the fuck are you here? I thought we’d gotten rid of you?”
“Maura, please. I need my father?—”
“Aye, where the fuck is yo’ husband?”
I didn’t have time for this evil stepmother bullshit. The more time that passed and I didn’t have my baby, the more deadly my thoughts became.
“How the fuck did you get in my home, and why the fuck is she here? My husband will not be taking her back, so you may as well leave. She’s your problem now.”
Maura’s English was ass, all of her sentences running together with her Hispanic accent. It didn’t help that she had probably had several glasses of wine, causing a noticeable slur.
I was out of fucking patience, and evil stepmommy had struck my last nerve. Reaching for my waistband, I pulled out my gun, aimed it at the target, and fired. Screams pierced the air, but my attention was on the sting in my hand. This gun had some power.
Two sets of feet approached, and I turned my gun in the direction of the newcomers. Ines shot his hands up, but the man beside him stood there, wearing a menacing grin.
“What is the meaning of this?” Ines screamed.
His attention went from his daughter to his wife, and then back to his daughter. With Solana’s appearance, one would think she’d been dragged through the mud. Just hours ago, she’d looked like the best thing to grace this God-forsaken earth. But now, she was from a scene right out ofWhat’s Love Got To Do With It. Solana was Ike, however, with the way she’d been stuffing her fucking nose. Besides those little hits, as I carried her onto the jet, she knew better than to try to make me Tina.
Solana’s sad demeanor didn’t help as Ines eyes continued to shift between the two women. Maura’s frail ass was screaming asif I’d killed her. Ines didn’t know what to do or who to attend to first.
“What the fuck have you done to my daughter?” His face turned a reddish-orange hue as spit flew from his mouth.
He hadn’t run to his wife, like I would’ve thought, and instead grabbed Solana’s face.
She turned her head, removing it from his grasp. “I’m fine, Papa. He did nothing.”
It was true. I hadn’t done shit to Solana besides get her the fuck out of my crib, but if this nigga didn’t believe that, I had no problem putting a hot one in his ass too.
“Arrrrgh!”
Maura’s screams prompted Ines to move past his daughter to his wife. Kneeling beside her, he grabbed the blanket from the outdoor furniture and pressed it into her knee. It was no use, though, because the cartilage in her knee was shattered. The bitch would need a knee replacement if she didn’t want to hop around this bitch looking deformed.
“What is the meaning of this, Shio? You shot my wife. You harm my daughter! Demise, this is the man you speak so highly of?”
