Chapter 3: Javier's POV

My heart stopped working seven years ago, when my father forced his legacy on me. Who would have thought that it would take it's first beat in years again today.

At the sight of her... Dakota Alister. A scoff escapes me subconsciously. Who does she think she's fooling? Like a wig and a pair of contacts would change anything.

Lilith Hayes, my highschool sweetheart. She doesn't recognize me though, I've changed too much for her to. I'm not the boy she loved anymore. And it's crazy, because she's still the girl I loved.

But that's not why my heart started working again. I never thought I would see her again, not after what happened to her family.

My heart beat with guilt. Looking into her eyes felt so hypocritical and I wonder if she knows my cartel was responsible for that incident that killed her family that day.

"Get the fuck off me," I grunt, pushing the pleasure girl off me. She gasps as she falls to the ground, but she takes my dick in her hands, her eyes meeting mine.

"What's wrong, El Jefe? Am I not tight enough? Hm?" She then puts her mouth on me, swallowing half my dick in expertise.

Irritated, I grab her head and push her all the way down, choking her in an instant. She struggles to push away from me, but I keep her head in place until she goes limp and passes out.

"Bitch."

Tucking my still erected dick away, I leave the lounge and head down to my office. Why did I sign the acceptance documents for Lilith?

Beats me. Maybe I want to see her around...or I want to find out what she's up to.

"You don't look like you're having a good day, Javier."

Klara's voice rings in my head the very second I step into my office. She's lying seductively on the couch in nothing but a thong and nipple slips.

Her hair falls over her shoulder deliberately and her eyes are hooded with desire.

"Not now, I'm busy." I grunt, plopping down on my chair.

She doesn't listen. Fucking bitch never listens, like being my baby mama puts her above my orders. And no matter how cruel I treat her, she's always back for more.

Sadistic fuck.

She makes her way from the couch slowly, her hands caressing her glistening boobs and slipping off the slips that hides her perky nipples.

"You're always busy, mi amor. But you need the release, don't you?"

"Klara," I warn, but she doesn't stop. She slides her way into my lap and takes my hand in hers.

Then she begins guiding them to her boobs, moaning as I squeeze them.

I glare at her, annoyed by her intrusion, though she doesn't see it because her eyes are closed.

"You want to be fucked, huh? Fine. I'll fuck you till you fucking bleed, bitch."

She smiles, but that smile dies when I grab her ass cheeks aggressively and her eyes widens, seeing how serious I am.

"Javier–"

Her words are cut off by the sharp snap of her thongs and I turn her around, so I don't have to see her face.

With one hand, I free my erected dick from its constraints and guid it into her wet opening, and with the other hand, I pin her hands behind her.

"Javi–"

"It's Jefe to you!" I grunt as I spank her and go harder with each thrust. She screams, but not from pain. The sadistic fuck is enjoying this.

"Y-yes... fuck, Javier! Fuck!"

Her body begins to convulse as her orgasm tears through her, so I have to use both my hands to keep her from falling. I bend her over fully, so that her upper half is resting balanced on the table, and continue thrusting mercilessly into her.

She tries to turn back to look at me, her mouth hanging open and her eyeballs rolling into her head, but I pin her head down on the table.

I can't stand her stupid face. Not right now when the only thing I can think about is Lilith.

A second orgasm tears through her, and I'm not even halfway to mine. Her legs threaten to give up but I don't let them. When they buckle up, I pick them up and wrap them around my waist, giving me more access to her swollen pussy.

"Javi-javier please!" She begs.

"Jefe!" I spank her red ass cheeks again, getting another scream out of her.

"Jefe! Please! I-I can't–" she sobs, but her eyes roll back into her head as another wave of pleasure hits her.

"Oh, I thought you wanted me to release, huh, bitch? I thought you wanted to be fucked?"

I increase my pace, ramming into her with all my length. A third orgasm comes and this time, as her muscles contract against my dick, it eases me into my own release.

I pull away from her immediately and she crumbles to the ground in an ungraceful heap, still shaking from her release.

"Get out of here," I order, wiping the remnants of my semen off myself with some wipes on the table, and slipping my now limp dick into my pants.

She picks herself up from the ground and begins to limp towards the couch, reaching for her robe.

"Are you fucking deaf? I said, get. The. FUCK out of my office."

"I need to get my–"

"GET OUT!"

To further drive home my point, I stride over to her and pull her by the hair towards the door. I shove her out naked and barely able to stand.

"And get me Esteban!" I slam the door to her face after that.

"Fuck!" I growl, kicking a vase over and breaking it. Then, I walk over to the shelf and pull out a whip from one of the hidden enclosures.

I take off my shirt, and like I've done every single day since the last three years, I begin to whip myself.

One slash for Mrs Hayes.

Two slashes for Mr Hayes.

Three slashes for Alexander Hayes.

Four slashes for breaking my promise to Lilith Hayes.

Five slashes for being coward.

"Uh...maybe another time?" Esteban's voice breaks me out of my punishment and I turn over my shoulder to look at him.

"No. Sit down."

Then, I turn back and set the whip down, picking up my shirt and pulling it over my blood stained back.

"We have the Vietnamese cartel on our tail. I want you to find their base here in Mexico and remind them why other houses don't fuck with Los Muertos."

He clicks his tongue, a sinister smile stretching on his lips. "Way ahead of you, Jefe. I've already sent scouts to tail their next cargo arrival. We're going to burn it and their Cartel down."

The only competent head in this fucking cartel.

I nod, pouring myself a shot of whiskey and gulping it down in one swing. "Also, the new staff that was employed today?"

"The financial manager? Dakota?"

"Yes."

He scoffs. "She sounds interesting. Isabela was ranting all about her even when she was getting me off. So imagine, I came to the visual image of the bitch."

My eyes glow red with anger at the disrespect, but I manage to suppress it. I take another shot of whiskey.

"So what about her?"

"I want you to tail her. Her records seem pretty legit and that's the problem."

"Oh?"

"A five star rated British accountant? She could be working anywhere, yet she chose here. And besides, she doesn't look like she belongs here."

"Ah, she's that beautiful, huh?" His perverted eyes close and his smile grows. "I wonder if she would be worth the hype."

I want to blow a hole in his head so fucking bad, but he's the only smart head I have around around.

"Tail her and track her activities. That's your order. Not to try to get into her pants."

"If tracking her activities leads her to my bed, then that's not my fault, Jefe. It will be your orders that'll get her pretty mouth around my dick."

I glare at him and he grins, backing out of my office without breaking our eye contact. As soon as his gone, I toss the shot glass across the room and take a swing directly from the bottle.

Just what is your game, Lilith?