~Viviana~
I thought of a way I could come out of this situation alive the entire day. I wanted to know who I was up against and why.
Lena. I convinced myself that she had reasons to hate me, but is Roman choosing me over her enough to result in this mess? No matter how much thought I put into justifying her actions, hurting my friend is something I could never forgive.
“Why?” I asked firmly, holding my ground, even if the odds are certainly not in my favor. Lena has the number in ammunition and people, and she has Maya on the short leash.
“You think you have the right to ask questions?” she spat, lips pursing in disgust. “You sure know how to act like an entitled slut.”
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~Roman~ My hands have taken countless lives, and I never repent for any of them, believing I’m doing the world a favor by reducing the number of criminals wandering on the streets. I’m not a saint or hero, and never will I be. Since Abuelo died and I sat as Uno of the Outlaws, I’ve deterred myself from praying or setting foot in churches. I’m a sinner. I sold my soul to the devil for the greater good, and I’m aware that the time will come when I have to pay for my sins. Is this the price I had to pay? The media, cops, ambulance, and feds beat us in reaching the warehouse where Viviana offered herself as a sacrificial lamb to save Maya. A bullet grazed her right arm and leg, that’s what the doctors said, both flesh wounds, but she still hadn’t opened her eyes when the
~Roman~“The fuck were you thinking using fifty cal, Rio?” unphased, Rio’s eyes remained engrossed on the ceiling as the door on his quarters slammed on the wall. I left Mateo to watch over Viviana and Maya while I dealt with the mess this moron created. We turned El Sótano’s third underground level as a hideout and infirmary to tend to the wounded Outlaws.I let Warden and Cage take charge of cleaning the mess at the shipyard before coming to the hospital, but Nico can’t create any remedy for Rio’s mess.The authorities beat us in cleaning the warehouse and Nico is doing his best to wipe out every building and camera recording on the street in line with Rio’s escape.He was unharmed, but I ordered him to stay put at El S&
~Viviana~Even without seeing him, I knew it was Roman who was holding my hand.My heartbeat was loud - literally - from the vital signs monitor. The cloud-like mattress hugging my body gave little relief to the throbbing pain in my muscles.Roman had been drawing incoherent patterns on the valley of my knuckles, planted a kiss there too and on my forehead. I have to open my eyes soon, relieve Roman of his torment by worrying about me, but I like what he’s saying.I woke up with his promise of taking me on a vacation. He said he’d take me to Barrio San Jose where his mom grew up, where they used to spend their Christmas with his Abuelo José. It was hard to pretend that I’m not yet awake since he can practically see the thumping of my heart from t
~Viviana~While I was recovering, Roman made sure we’d spend more time together. He stayed with mom and me and moved his things to my room. We shared my closet, my bed - of course - and everywhere I glanced, he had his stuff here and there. My room began to look crowded, but I’m not complaining. I enjoy having him around. Mom doesn’t seem to mind either. In fact, they’re getting along more than fine. There are days I find it hard not to paint a future with Roman.I mean, he comes home to me every night after work with flowers, chocolates, and small gifts. He cooks dinner and sleeps beside me. The best part of my day was waking up to his embrace, and I couldn’t ask for more. As silly as it is, I think there’s something good that came out of all the chaos after all.On the third wee
~Viviana~It was nice to do something normal again. We’re dressing up in Tina’s room for the party intended as a celebration for Roman’s return. It’s a little too late, but with everything that has happened, anything to unwind will be good for all of us.Maya was right. We needed this weekend to be stress free.“You look beautiful,” I commented, admiring the way Tina’s white polka dot wide leg jumpsuit complimented her curves. She tied her fiery hair in a low ponytail, applying light makeup on.It was only a simple celebration, they said, and there will be a lot of games for the kids and of course, plenty of food.Tina gave me a once over through the vanity mirror, rolling her eyes as
~Viviana~“Can we go yet?” I leaned closer to Roman. Inside Nana Carmen’s humble abode, we sat with our friends, accompanied by the elders of Barrio San Jose.Under the table, my boyfriend - officially - placed his hand above my knee, squeezing. “Thirty minutes more,” he whispered back, listening to Father Anton reminiscing how Nico, Mateo, and Roman were a headache as children.The street is now empty. Everyone went home after cleaning the remnants of the party, but the elders invited us for tea.Lacing my fingers with his, I rested my head on his shoulder, whispering in his ears. “I’m in pain, mi cariño.”He planted a kiss on the crown of my hair, moving to wrap an arm
~Roman~“Tell me if it gets too much,” I said, catching my breath as I pulled away from her luscious lips.It was torture, being close to her but never able to devour her like the ravenous man that I am.She stared at me through heavy-lidded eyes, swollen lips parted as she chased her breath. Giving me a small nod, Viviana tightened her hold on me, pressing her body eagerly to my burning one. I have been a walking incendiary bomb since this morning. I don’t think I can hold on for much longer.With a groan, I captured her lips again, allowing my hands to map her backside up to her ribcage, feeling it's fast rise and fall. Her waist is slimmer. She lost a lot of weight over the past weeks and I intend to put some carbs into her diet while we’re her
~Viviana~ Gossamer touch drifted down the curves of my arm, sloping the valley to my hips. I lay on my side, facing the open balcony, spent yet satisfied. Roman’s touch had always been exceptional, but last night made me feel something I never felt before. It was different. He made love to me, in the best way possible. I kept my back on him, enjoying the feather-like sketching of his rough fingers on my skin. The sun is not up yet, and honestly, I’m not ready to leave this bed. The mattress moved as Roman shifted closer to me, his lips imitating the tender touch of his fingers on my bare shoulder. “You’re not such a good pretender, muñeca,” he murmured, lips diving on the dip of my neck, climbing the road up to my ears,