El Russo: MY RUTHLESS DESIRE

"El Russo is so hot, I mean imagine if one of the Merchant brothers finally get to bed me this weekend, I will slump and die." Cathy chimed on. "You can't slump and die from something you do every other weekend." Irina pushed up her glasses. "Come on, don't be a jealous skank. I know you hate him. But you know me, no bad blood." Cathy retorted with a smile. Irina rolled her eyes at her best friend. Ever since her sister was killed, Irina had felt nothing but pure hatred for the El Puertos. "Come on, Cathy, hasten your steps, we have to hurry up now. Papa will kill me if he finds out I got home this late." "Your father does not come home until midnight, chill amigo." Cathy pulled out a pack of gum and popped it into her mouth. Blowing a bubble out of it and letting it pop loudly. The sound of the gum popping echoed through the quiet, dark neighborhood they walked in. Cathy was Irina's best friend and soul sister. They were childhood friends and had done everything togethe

El Russo woke with a start. His deep set amber eyes surveyed the room he was in. The last thing he remembered was being on his way home from the airport, when he and his driver were attacked by strange men. He held his head in pain. An IV injection was stuck to his hand. That too made him uncomfortable. A bandage was wrapped round his bare torso, and his ribs burnt with pain when he tried to move. A memory of a girl flashed through his head. Green eyes, trembling hands. He pressed his head to ward off the pain that came with thinking. Still surveying the room, he turned to find his clothes and gadgets on the table. His phone was charging on the stool beside the bed. He unplugged it and turned it on. Not bothering to note what was different about it, he dialed a number, and placed the phone on his ear. "Hello? Who is this?" the coarse masculine voice asked. "Come pick me up immediately. I'm sending you my location." El Russo replied in a raspy voice. With that he co

The phone rang just as soon as he was about to step into his car. "Hello?" his deep voice curled over the phone. "I believe you have my phone, Mister." her sonorous voice sounded in his ear. A smile pressed itself to El Russo's lips. The sound of her voice was still the same. His previously hardened features immediately softened. "I believe you have mine. It took you this long to call. For a moment, I thought it was of no importance to you." he said to her. "For a man who ran off after being rescued, you sound really hearty . I'll be at El Salvador Central College. Please bring my phone with you." Irina cut the call as soon as she was done speaking. Cathy walked up to the bench where she sat in the basketball court. "You haven't told me what really happened back at the Merchants turf. How did you escape though?" Cathy had a range of interest in her voice. "I ran. As soon as I got out of the alley, I ran for my dear life. " Just then Cathy's phone began to ring again

"I think we can discuss business on the way. You don't strike me as a ball gown and shoes girl." "And who ever thought you were the type to be smitten." She whispered against his neck. The feel of her breath against his neck caused El Russo's skin to crawl. "We'll see " he replied through gritted teeth. As they approached the door of the hotel to leave, El Russo nodded at Biggie, before leaving. The night air blew against her bare skin, sending chills down her spine. Noticing her discomfort, El Russo took off his jacket and covered it around her shoulders. "A gentleman. Who would have thought?" She smiled at him. His gait was slow, and he maintained a cool expression. "Tell me, how often do you take women on walks, or is it just special women?" Irina asked curiously. "It is surprising at all that you would think I take women on walks frequently. It is like asking you how often you save strange men from death." He replied tactfully. "Smart response." she beamed. The

Mr. Madrigal was a bomb waiting to explode. His face was filled with wrath and his eyes blinded by rage. He let out an angry scream and threw everything off his desk."El Russo!!!!!" He roared out. Everyone who stood inside his office was frozen to their spots. Mr. Madrigal looked like he was ready for murder. Antonio, his older son, stepped forward."Father, we must act fast. I have already sent predators marking the streets of El Puerto. By night fall, El Russo will get enough messages to last him a lifetime.""Blood, I want blood!!" Mr. Madrigal growled beastily. "Spill blood!! The blood of children, adults and pregnant women!!! Spill everyone in El Puerto's blood!"Antonio nodded and rushed out of the office with series of guards. Mr. Madrigal picked up his phone and sat on the edge of his table.El Russo's study telecom phone rang out. He had been lost in thoughts that he did not hear it ringing. He pressed the phone to his ear."You have twenty-four hours to produce my daughter,