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I hate being mean to Elena, but there is only so much a guy can take. I'm not cut out for settling down, and there is no way I'll get married. I don't care about merging our families becauseit won't make a difference. We have more money than a small country.
Looking over at Evelyn, she reminds me why I don't have a steady girlfriend. Like all the girls, Evelyn has a shelf life. I give her another week or two tops and then move on to her friend. The blonde one cheering next to her with bigger tits and longer legs smiling at me when Evelyn isn't looking.
Before the game, I couldn't stop thinking about Elena and the hurt look on her face when everyone was laughing at her or when she called me acabronin front of the class.
Ezekiel criticized me for taking it too far, telling me something was wrong with me, but I didn't care because I knew she would show up.
It didn't help that my dick wouldn't get hard when Evelyn spread her pussy so I could fuck her. She got on her knees and I pushed my cock in her mouth so I could come without looking directly at her average face or hearing her annoying voice.
When I finally came, it was so weak I groaned from disappointment when my dick went soft in her mouth. It wilted in front of her eyes, and then she started sobbing for fifteen minutes whining that I didn't find her attractive anymore. I never did. She was average at most, didn't question where I was, and didn't ask for much.
"I'll take her off your hands if it's that bad." I glare and watch him wipe his sweat off with a towel. All I can imagine is choking the fucker with it. If he only knew all the ways I could kill him. "I'm just sayin man…"
"She's my best friend's sister, and her brother will kill you."
He would, but I would be the one to do it. I can't be with Elena, but that doesn't mean I'll feed her to the wolves.
"She's nice to look at…"
"What your mouth, Smith. I heard you," Xavier says, tilting his head back and sipping from his water bottle.
Elena is more than nice to look at, and that is why some guys think I'm out of my fucking mind for treating her the way I do.
Throughout high school, guys would ask me what I had been smoking when Xavier was not around. No one likes a guy to talk about their sister like that.
Elena is… Elena. Her lips should be illegal in all fifty states. Her hair is dark, straight, and falls right above the crack of her ass. I imagine my tongue fucking her tight little ass hole when I stare at her voluptuous ass when no one is looking. Her tits sit high in the tank top she is wearing. The rosary around her neck disappears between the valley of her breasts. I want to drop to my knees, pray to God, bury my face in her tits and baptize her with my cum.
But I can't because that would make me a dick. A dick that would have to make it official and marry her. Something I can't do as much as our mothers want me to. It's best to push her away and classify her asoff fucking limits.
It's too much pressure and shoes too big to fill with Elena's father and grandfather. The most ruthless cartel Kings in Mexico also have their share of enemies.
I'm a little fish in their ocean. They look at my father, Alex Cortez, as their equal. A Hillside King, but I see different. I know different. The drugs, guns, money, and real estate they push through is nothing compared to us. We're a welfare case compared to them.
And all Elena sees are stars in her eyes when she looks at me. All I see is a tight pussy that costs more than I'm willing to give.
"You ready for tonight,ese?" Ezekiel says, pulling a shirt over his head in the locker room.
We hit the gym after every game. Ezekiel and Niko don't play basketball like Xavier, and I do. It's not their thing. But Football is all our thing, like their fathers.
My father didn't play sports. He was too busy playing gangster in the east of Hillside––the only one of the Kings who didn't live a privileged life growing up. His father abandoned my grandmother. Come to find out, his father was a cartel King.
When he finally married my mom, and she became pregnant with me, I was given a privileged life. Lived in a mansion, had more money than I could spend, and had fast cars.
Where he gave me the life, he gave my older brother Maxim the respect. He can do nothing wrong in my parents' eyes.
And there is Niko. We call him the adoptive Russian. His father sent him to be raised by Katalia, Xena's mother when he was a baby. We call him the real-life-sized Ken Barbie, but that RussianVatois one crazy motherfucker. He said he can snap his fingers, and any girl will drop to suck his dick. I thought he was bullshitting.
Until we were at a college party one night after graduating high school, and he showed up with alcohol, bitches lined up on their knee’s execution-style to suck him off.
"Yeah,ese. Of course, I'm ready. Some asshole wants to race me in a Yamaha R1."
"No shit, for slips or cash?"
I shake my head, fixing the band of my pants. "Nah… cash. My Ducati cost more than his. The pot is at ten thousand."
"Xavier whistles like it's a jackpot. "I bet you could buy that Saint Laurent jacket you saw at the mall the other day,” he mocks.
"Fuck you,puto," I tease. "To some, that's a lot."
