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As he struggled, trying to reach for the gun, I grabbed the knife on the counter and stabbed him. He gurgled, falling limp as I released him. Blood seeping into the dish towel. I stared down at him, his eyes wide as he struggled to breathe. I slid his sleeve up and sure enough, the Bloody Scorpion emblem was tattoos on his right wrist. Taking the knife out, I made sure not to step on any blood as I headed out the way I came in. I wasn’t about to leave any prints, I was smarter than that. Ducking my head, I ran into the swamps adjacent to the house, disappearing before sunrise.
The next day the house was flooded in police, and I had to stay away for a while. Those days had been torture for me. Not knowing how she was, if she was safe. Soon enough, after a week or so, I went back and that’s when things went south. Following her wasn’t enough, I wanted to get closer. So that night I broke into the house, careful to avoid the cameras. I slowly made my way up the stairs and into her bedroom where she lay sleeping.
What I was doing was unlawful, hell it was downright immoral. Breaking and entering, stalking, invading her space, but I found the sound of her breathing peaceful. I would sit there for hours, like some crazy fucking lunatic, just watching her. And then I reached out and touched her. And that touch became fire. It was intoxicating that night after night I would push myself to go further. A touch of her thigh led to a kiss on her forehead, a kiss led to tracing her lips, that led to touching the tip of her nipples, and the thrill of it made me keep going back for more.
One night, when I entered her bedroom she’d been freshly showered. Her hair was still wet, a book laying by her side, and in the faint light I caught a glimpse of her panties. I stroked her body, caressed her in feather light touches. And then I touched her there. She shifted, propping her leg open and I lost it. I wanted a taste of her. I hungered for it. And unfortunately, I lost all sense of virtue in those seconds. I wanted to chance it. Just one taste.
Getting down on my knees I slowly touched her, outlining her pussy lips, noticing they were bare. That made my cock grow hard, and I gently shifted her panties to the side, exposing her. I waited, seeing if she’d move, if she’d breathe wrong. And when she didn’t, I took my taste. Sneaking my tongue into her crevice, sliding it against the silkiness that surrounded her clit. I kept back a moan as I did what I wanted to her. It didn’t last too long before she shifted, turning her side, and I had to stop, but that didn’t mean I didn’t come back and do it again, and again.
I even got to the point of bumping into her on the way to class or coming up behind her to dance. Feeling the curves of her body mold to mine as she swayed drunkenly against me, brushing her curvy ss against the bulge in my jeans. When she’d turn to speak to me, I’d turn away, disappearing once again.
I eventually got some sense knocked into me and had to stop myself. So I kept away, telling Jameson I had to focus on the bar. He’d put another prospect to watch her during the day, and I kept away as much as I could. I was a good man, at least I kept trying to tell myself that. But deep down inside, I knew that if I ever had a chance, I’d make her mine.
2
CATALINA
Trembling,I peered through the small opening in the closet door. Shadows moved down the hallway, their Spanish accent revealing them as Colombians, ruthless and intent on killing anyone in their path. A high-pitched scream echoed through the house, followed by a gunshot and a deathly hush. They were hunting for my father, who had disappeared after owing money to the cartels. El Colectivo never forgave debts and always exacted a cruel price.
I counted to ten, waiting until the shadows had passed before slipping out and creeping down another corridor. The route led to the back staircase, which led to the kitchen. If I could make it to the sliding door at the back of the house, I might be able to escape.
"Hey!" A man's voice called out, causing me to freeze in my tracks.
"Did you find her?"
Ducking behind an armoire, I held my breath as two men hurried past me in the hallway. "Nothing. The bitch is gone."
“She couldn’t have gone far. Encuentrala. Victor la quiere muerta. No one gets out alive."
My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears. I knew that my father had made some dangerous enemies, but I never thought it would come to this. I had to find a way out of the house and get help, but every step I took felt like I was risking my life.
As I made my way through the dark house, I could hear the sound of furniture being overturned and glass breaking. The men were tearing the place apart in their search for my father. I had to be careful not to make a sound, but every creak of the old wooden floors felt like a thunderclap in the silence.
Victor Arguelles, the leader of the Colombian Mafia, was on a mission to eliminate my father and anyone connected to him. The Colombian Mafia's modus operandi was to first target your family before going after the primary target. Despite being aware of this, my father abandoned me in this dangerous situation.
Feeling helpless, I fished out my cell phone and recalled a message from Abigail that she had sent a few days ago. Abigail and Riddick were heading to Las Vegas to elope, and she had provided me with their new address. She urged me to visit her when they returned. Little did she know that her message would serve as a lifeline for me. I gazed at the address, praying that I could make it there in time.
The men dispersed, and I took off again, moving in the darkness as I approached the back staircase. I had no weapons, hell I barely had time to put on shoes. I was awake when I heard the sound of gunshots coming from the gate. At first I didn’t think anything of it, but then I heard the shouts of my security. When I looked out the window there were men already coming up the lawn. I counted six, maybe seven, surrounding the house. Without hesitating I grabbed my phone and ran out my bedroom, shutting lights as I went. I hid in the small closet door in the hallway, but I had to keep moving.
I reached the back staircase and heard movement. A man with a gun was coming up the stairs. I took a quick look around searching for anything to protect myself with, and spotted the candle sticks sitting on a small hall table beneath a mirror. They were pure silver, and they could cause some damage if I was smart.
I grabbed one, careful not to make a sound as he slowly walked up the stairs. Sliding up into a small alcove that stood on the left of the entryway, I waited. As he reached the top step, I lifted the candle stick up over my head. If I was going to do this, I had to make it count.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and as soon as he took that first step onto the second floor of the house, I slammed the candlestick on his head hard enough to heard something crack. He shifted, looking up in shock. I swung again, hitting him on the side of the temple and his eyes rolled back as he fell backwards down the stairs. I held my breath, waiting to see if anyone would notice the noise, and when no one came, I ran down those stairs as fast as I could.
As I reached the bottom of the staircase, I could hear the sound of more men approaching. I knew I had to move quickly if I wanted to make it out alive. I sprinted through the kitchen, knocking over pots and pans as I went, hoping to create a distraction. I could hear the sound of footsteps getting closer, and my heart was racing with fear. I knew I had to find a way out, and fast.
I made it to the back of the house and saw the sliding door just a room away. My heart leapt with hope. I could make it if I just got to that door. But as I reached for the handle, I heard a voice behind me.
"Well, well, what do we have here?"
I turned around and saw Victor Arguelles himself, standing in front of me with a smirk on his face. I froze in terror, unsure of what to do.
"Looks like you're trying to run, little girl," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "But you can't run from me."
He took a step forward, and I knew I had to act fast. I lunged at him with the candlestick, swinging with all my might. He dodged out of the way, but I managed to graze his arm. He stumbled back, and I took the opportunity to make a run for it. I was almost there, when suddenly the click of a gun made me freeze.
“Uh-uh, Señorita Where do you think you’re going?”
