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“Okay, but I drive.”
I scoff, relieved she didn’t ask questions.She trusts me.Good for me, bad for her.
“Not a chance,Diabla. You threw my helmet somewhere, so you owe me,” I tell her, grinning at her shrug.
“You insulted me with your assumptions that I didn’t know how to ride a motorcycle.Youoweme.”
Fuck me, you better ride me like that, I think to myself as I pull away and jog back to the bar where I call for the owner.
“Take care of that bike.” I point to the red Ducati. “And if anyone comes for it, I want to know immediately.”
“Claro lo que dices, Jefe,” the woman says with a flirty look that reminds me of the waiter.
I look around, finding him serving himself a shot at the end of the bar. “And get rid of that guy. If I ever see him here again, I’ll make sure this entire bar is burned to the ground.”
She swallows thickly, not wanting her livelihood ripped from her. “It will be done, Don Herrera.”
I nod to her and walk away. There’s no way I’ll ever allow someone to make eyes at a woman I’m sitting with, especially someone like Vicenta. Though I highly doubt I’ll ever find someone worth the trouble after her.
Walking over to where she sits on my bike, looking tempting in more ways than I can count, I slide onto the bike in front of her, grabbing her hands and pulling them around me.
“Your bike will be safe,” I tell her gruffly over my shoulder as I press her hands into my abs. “Now hold on,Diabla.”
After starting the engine and speeding off, I grin at her excited laughter when it reaches my ears. She presses her body against mine, molding against me and holding me tightly. Her breasts against my back and her pussy rubbing up against my tailbone have my cock begging to be free.
Her chin rests on my shoulder, her lips at my ear as she hums her approval of the speed. Even over the sound of the wind whipping around us, I hear her sighs of contentment; it makes me want to see how many more sounds I can get out of her.
I feel just like a fool, like I want to keep this ride going forever so I can continue to feel this burning in my chest longer.
We drive toward the northern border, my penthouse overlooking the beach there, and I feel her body tense behind me.
I lift one hand off the handle bar, gripping both of hers on my stomach while looking over my shoulder. I give her a calming smile that I never would have bothered to offer anyone else. I can see why Alvaro fell so fast for her, she has a certain type of vulnerability that touches us. She’s normally cold, untouchable, considerably unreachable with her distant demeanor and short answers, but when she shows us even the slightest bit of weakness, we’re quick to latch onto her.
I can understand him.
It’s too bad for him that I’m going to have to make her hate him.
The Devil of Herrera.It has a nice ring to it, no?
THIRTEEN
VICENTA
“Pretend Lovers” by Montell Fish
I can’t help how my eyes search the people on the streets, looking for the green eyes I both miss and despise. Just thinking of him has my heart twisting in pain. How could I have been so stupid and naive to actually fall for him? To believe he truly wanted me and would be good to me? Oh, I know why, because I’m stupid.
Or he’s just very,verygood at playing my body…and my heart.
I close my eyes against the wind and let Mero take me wherever he wants. If sex with Alvaro broke me, maybe sex with this stranger can fix me. I stare at his striking profile as he maneuvers us through Acapulco. His hair is longer than Alvaro’s, still shaved at the sides but long enough to run your fingers through it. He has a perfectly straight nose and full lips that he bites as he weaves in and out of traffic.
On his neck, he has a swirl of different tattoos, along with what looks like a sunset and the nameOliviacurled into the clouds. As I wonder who she is, he casts a glance at me with a smirk.
His blue eyes remind me of the ocean, the color of twin pools of water, icy and beautiful. So different from Alvaro’s. Everything about this guy is different, yet somehow still similar. They both move and talk with confidence as though they know they can do anything they want and no one who dares to stop them. Of course, that is more true for Alvaro, the cartel prince.
That lying bastard.
“Diabla, look!” Mero shouts above the wind, pointing toward the ocean on our left. There’s a streak flying toward the sky until it blooms, sending a beautiful array of colors outward. More fireworks follow the first, exploding in the night sky.
