Page 60 of Cartel Kings


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I pull into the driveway and frown when I see my brother's overpriced Ferrari.

"What the hell is he doing here?"

My parents' car is gone, so I know they are out of town for the weekend.

"Fuck," I mutter.

I get out to be nosey and open the front door. It's quiet. I see the kitchen and living room, but a flickering glow catches my attention from the glass door leading to the pool. I opened the door and found it unlocked. The pool is calm. The LED lights from the pool fade in and out, switching colors. There is no sign of Maxim in the jacuzzi, but flickering light like flames dance across the pool's surface.

I'm about to knock but say fuck it and open the door. The entire fucking pool house looks like an episode of the Bachelor in Paradise. There are candles in glass votives all over the place. Rose petals on the floor like it's Valentine's Day and not a few days away from Day of the Dead.

The small dining table for two catches my attention. I hear romantic Spanish music and then, the sound of the shower running. I look inside the bedroom, clothes scattered on the floor. A Bra, panty, my brother's jeans. The door to the ensuite bathroom is open.

My heart drops, and my knees go weak. The shower is fogged, but I can make out my brother and…

''Elena,'' I whisper.

My vision blurs. Everything goes in and out like a tunnel, it feels like fireflies’ float around head. The drum of my heartbeat is pounding, and in between, I hear her moans.

Those are moans from her lips are mine. She's mine. She was always meant to bemine.

He wouldn't… he's making love tomyElena.

I swipe my face and look at my hand, wet with my tears. Tears of hurt. Tears of betrayal. I look up, Elena's legs are wrapped around my brother's waist while he fucks her against the shower wall. Her pretty breast bounce with every thrust. Her stunning skin glistens from the water. My soul hurts when she says his name.

I rush out the door and sniff, looking up at the La Santa Muerte statue my mother placed by the pool. The fresh flowers blowing in the breeze with the small flameless lanterns flickering. I drop to my knees and pray to her.

I pray that I don't have to kill. I pray that she will come back to me.

“Perdoname,” I whisper. "If she doesn't love me anymore, kill me. I'm no good…I'm no good for her. Take me but spare him, so he can protect her. Promise me," I plead. "I love her. I will always love, Elena." I wipe my tears and stand. I wrap my hands and smear them on Saint Death's face. "I'll cry tears of blood for her." I sniff. ''I’m yours to do as you wish.''

I love when I make Elena laugh.

"Stop tickling me," she teases. "I'm going to lose the count, and then I have to start over."

"I'll count it," I tell her.

"Then what would be the point in me coming here?" I wiggle my brows. She sucks her teeth. "I can't. I'm sore."

My heart drops. I drop the stack of cash and rush over, kneeling at her feet. "What can I do? Did I hurt you?"

"I'll die."

"No… I'm sore. I Googled it. It's normal. It's a good sore," she assures me.I

I let out a relief breath. We have been having sex non-stop for two weeks, and I would die if I hurt her.

My phone goes off. I frown when I see Niko's contact pop up. I look at Elena and answer.

"Yeah?"

"Hey,vato?”

"Funny guy. What do you want?"

"You better get over here. Your brother is going ape shit. He's drunk and fighting everyone. He's not doing good,Hermano." And hangs up.

"Fuck!"

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