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I don’t think about the consequences of being caught. I only care about the here and now. I focus on how Vicenta bites on the edge of her lip, her body shivering for me.
Pulling out, I slam back in, watching her eyes roll back as I pound into her with all I have, using my hands to press on her channel so I hit her g-spot every time. Her fists clench around the bedsheet, her breasts bouncing with each of my thrusts until her mouth opens in a silent cry.
I piston in and out of her, racing to catch up and find my release. When I feel it coming, I slam in deep, shoving her legs apart so I groan into her neck.
She wraps her arms around me, her biceps covering my face as I shudder against her.
Hugging. She’s hugging me like she wishes she didn’t have to let me go. As though I’m the anchor to her drifting boat.
Listening to her heart beat against my ear, I vow to myself that I am.
Vicenta es mi oscuro deseo.
My dark desire.
SEVEN
ALVARO
“La Combi Versace” by Rosalía
After leaving Vicenta’s room, I make my way back to mine and change out of my clothes, opting for my black turtleneck sweater and gray suit. As I exit my room, I can’t help but stop at her door again, leaning in to hear her cursing the clothes given to her. I smirk and walk away.
She may not like the clothes, but I know my father; he’ll demand that she change and when she says she has no clothes, it’ll be on me to take her shopping like apendejo, but that’s the point. I need to have a legit reason to take her out of here.
After leaving her in her room last night, I called our personal shopper, asking her to pick up a couple of outfits. Neither of them are flattering in any way.
A woman is supposed to look like a woman in my father’s eyes, baggy clothes and shapeless outfits will not do.
“Buenos días, Jefe,” I greet my father as I enter the dining room.
He puts the newspaper down before slamming his hand on top of it. He’s in a foul mood. Good, that means he won’t have the capacity to give his attention to Vicenta.
“Have you seen this?” he asks, pointing to the paper as I pour myself a cup of coffee.
I walk over to him at the table, sliding the paper closer to me so I can read the headline.
Herrera Incorporated buying out major shares of businesses in North Acapulco.
My brows hit my hairline. We have a strict pact with the Herrera Cartel that they are not allowed to step foot in our part of the city, but it seems Romero Herrera has found a loophole. Technically, he’s not stepping over the border, but he is reachingacrossit.
We control the north, they rule the south, with the bay between us. When we have meetings with them, they’re always held in neutral territory on the island, La Roqueta.
If this headline is true, Herrera is begging for trouble…
“I take it this issue never came up during your last meeting with Romero?” I ask as I pull the chair out beside my father, unbuttoning my suit before sitting.
He scoffs, giving me a hard look that does nothing to me. “What do you think? ThatpincheHerreraculerois reaching for too much. His father was a better leader than his disrespectful son. Romero is too ambitious for his own good. A world class piece of shit.”
He stares at me as though he expects me to react in some way. I keep my face clear of emotion and sip my coffee, watching the vein in my father’s forehead pulsate with his rising blood pressure.With any luck, it’ll burst and kill him.
Still, he’s correct about one thing: Romero Herrera is nothing like the boss his father was. The old don, Romero senior, orRomeas we called him, was a weak and easily swayed leader. It’s how the treaty between us got signed so quickly. My father paid a large sum for the hand of my mother, more than what was stolen from him by the Guzmán Financial Firm.
Romero has never agreed with his father’s choices. He’s my age, making him the youngest cartel leader Acapulco has ever seen at just twenty-seven years old.
He’s also successful and gets everything he sets his greedy sights on, no matter the cost to him or someone else.
Ihatethe man.
