Rafael Montero
Cartel Leader
Demons.
He was plagued by them. No matter how much tequila he consumed, he couldn't block the memory of her baby sister crying. Her pain. Her lifeless eyes staring back at him.
-When will it end?-
Monette.
She would have been a teenager now. Fuck! Some big brother he was. He was good for nothing. He couldn't even save her.
In the darkness of his bedroom, heavy drapes blocking the outside world, he gulped the remaining contents of the heavy liquor.
Though he was feeling the buzz of the alcohol, his mind was on full alert. Too active. Too much. Too many painful memories swirling inside his head.
He could do some paperwork to pass the time. But...
Rafael squinted his eyes, trying to read the time. Puta!
Tomorrow, he will be supervising the training of his men. In a few weeks, he will choose his new second.
Rafael's stomach grumbled. A reminder he hadn't had sustenance, except the booze, since arriving.
Grimacing, he rubbed his eyes. If he remembered correctly, tia would always leave something for him in the kitchen for his midnight snack. He would usually sneak at night despite his mother's strict warning of no sweets and extra carbo before bedtime.
His heart gave a tiny squeeze from the memory. He shouldn't be reminiscing the past. The hard booze had dulled his thoughts, making him fucking vulnerable.
Just for tonight. He planned to eat his fill. Be drunk. Be vulnerable in his own home. No one would notice, especially at dawn. He was all alone.
Rafael's pace was sluggish as he navigated the darkened hallways of his hacienda. He knew every nook and cranny like the back of his hand, he could even do this blindfolded.
Hearing his stomach grumble, his lips twisted and he grunted in annoyance.
At his age, he should have had acquired a wife as expected of him. His to love and care for. His to protect. One his mother would have approved.
No! Never!
Those dreams belonged in the past. He was not worthy of a wife, let alone a family.
The sober mood Rafael was sporting since he arrived had only grown darker. With intent to grab a quick bite and retire for the night, his long, slightly clumsy strides brought him to the warm kitchen he grew up with.
Another bitter recollection made him growl. Adjusting his eyes from the gloomy darkness, his steps faltered.
Pausing, assessing. He couldn't be this drank. Surely, an angel of God had not come down to escort him to the gates of hell.
An apparition.
A woman so light on her feet with an ethereal luscious blond hair clinging to the small of her back gracefully flitting on his kitchen, humming, tucked on her left arm, a basket filled with an assortment of delicious food.
Dios Mio! He was suddenly so fucking hard he couldn't think straight. Fuck! It was way too long since he had fucked his usual women.
Now, how much he tried to remember their faces, for the life of him, he couldn't. He had been captured. Captivated. Balls and all. By an angel sent by God. Could he fuck her then?
He hoped so. Another sin to add to his list.
In drunken euphoria, he watched her graceful movements moved towards the fridge.
The sudden blast of light made him flinch, bringing him back to reality.
Blinking, he tried to focus. He needed to. This woman might be sent by his enemies. To kill him no less. Shit!
How could one person distract him so much? Annoyed, more with himself and his baser needs, he reached her in a few drunken strides. -Fuck! She smells so good.-
Growling, annoyed at himself because of his lustful thoughts, he asked in his usual menacing voice. "¿Quién diablos eres tú?¿Y qué haces en mi cocina?" ( Who the fuck are you? What are you doing in my kitchen?)
He watched her whole delectable body stiffened and his suspicions proved him right. The angel-like beauty was an intruder.
Determined to see her face, he grasped her bare arm, became so distracted again by her soft skin, and found himself hunched on the tiled kitchen floor with bruised ribs and a bloody nose. Shit! He was not that drunk. And she was not that fast.
Rafael was fairly sure the angel was sent to kill him. She has the potential.
From his vantage point, he could see her delicate features contorted in disbelief. And guilt.
Pausing. Distracted. Again.
No one had ever bested him before. No one. Except for his childhood buddies, now the mafia king and the general.
Well, he had an excuse tonight, he was drunk.
-Not that drunk, Rafael.-
Standing slowly, wiping the blood from his nose, he eyed his opponent. Graceful and willow. Subtle curves in all the right places and elegant aristocratic beauty. Only the adamant look on her face showed she was far from the angel his mind had conjured when he first saw her.
He could take her in a few moves guaranteed to subdue her, enough for him to investigate her presence in his hacienda.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. I wouldn't want to hurt you." She warned. Cheeky little miss. So confident. She didn't know what she was talking about.
"You already did." He muttered. His dark eyes never leaving her face. Her stance showed she had practice. Well and good. -Let's put that to the test, angel.-
Relaxing his shoulders, critically measuring the distance from her, in two giant steps, he pulled her in his arms to cage her. To his surprise, she didn't squirm nor did she attempt to escape from his hold.
Again, he was thrown off. She was so soft and she smelled so good. Like fresh flowers in springtime.
-Fuck! Concentrate before you get your balls kicked, Rafael.-
"I don't want to fight you." She sounded breathless yet he wasn't squeezing her too much. In fact, she laid supple in his arms. He could feel her heart racing. Only thin barriers of clothes separated them and his libido has heightened.
-She is trouble. Concentrate!-
Looking down at her upturned face, he frowned, showing his disapproval. "Tell me who sent you and I will be merciful."
She dared roll her eyes at him and pouted. "You are so dense. No one sent me. We both work here. Well, I just started a few months ago. Look, you can ask tia and tio."
"Me mientes!" (You lie!) He knew everyone in his household. And Tio Roman would have told him they hired new help.
"What?! No. Tia must have told El Patron. Look, let me go and we will speak to them in the morning. Si?"
Rafael frowned. She looked convincing enough. But all spies were. Was she playing with him? She came here for him, the El Patron, yet she didn't know her mission?
With her arms caged by him, he tried to read her fathomless eyes in the dark. He wondered what their hue was in daylight.
"Or I'll just keep you in a cell until morning. Then we can ask tia." Yes. That's a better option. He'd be more than happy to volunteer himself to guard her for the rest of the night.
"I don't think so." Her voice suddenly firmed.
"You don't have any choice, little girl." He answered condescendingly. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance.
"Claro que tengo, señor." ( Of course, I have, sir.) She growled her words out. -Ah, a spitfire. Bueno.-
Adjusting his hold, about to hoist her up to his shoulder and bring her to the nearest cell, he forgot that her hands remained unbound, all he felt was a slight discomfort at the back of his neck.....
Damn, angel! Were his final thoughts.
Then darkness.
________________Angelina "Dios Mio! What happened, Angelina?" Tia's frantic voice made her feel guilty. But only a little bit. It was 2 AM and she had to disturb their sleep. That was her only regret. The man sprawled on the kitchen floor was unconscious. Her doing. And she was glad. He deserved it. "His fault, tia. He attacked me and threatened to lock me in a cell. I mean, I already told him you will speak to El Patron about me in the morning but he wouldn't listen. I did what I had to do...." Angelina stopped. Everyone was looking at her in shock. Another lady, a carbon copy of tia Juanita was smiling from ear to ear. Tio Ramon was struggling not to laugh. "What?" Tia clucked her tongue. "As if she needs more encouragement, hermana. Ramon, get some of our men so we can transfer Rafael to his quarters. And prepare a bath. He stinks of tequila." Her nose wrinkled.
Rafael Waking up with a fucking hangover was a terrible way to start his day. The warmth and rays of sunlight streaming from his open windows made him groan. The throbbing pain in his skull made him squint his dark brown eyes on the grandfather clock steadily ticking, mocking him. Rafael stifled a savage curse. Too early in the morning to be cursing his life. Besides, he had a lot on his plate. The first was to meet the disguised angel from last night. He didn't trust her. Like recognized like. She, the Angel was something more. Fuck! He had to stop calling her that. Her name was...Angelina. An apt name for such a delicate face but she was not from the heavens. He might have been drunk when he met her, his intuition though had deemed her as a threat. To what? To his sanity. Damn it! -Who was she really? How
Angelina Later in the afternoon, Angelina found herself in her favorite spot. A place where she could be herself. The dense forests, the calm waters, and the quaint little cottage, a haven she was determined to make her hideout. Inhaling deeply, thoughts in disarray, she tried to calm her jumbled nerves. Did she always have a thing for insanely handsome brooding men? She doubted she had truly grasped how deeply she was affected by him. A challenge. -Is that how she sees him?- Her mind refused to formulate a response. If she did, it will only confirm how she felt and she wasn't sure she was ready to risk it. The path she had made for herself was absolute. El Patron was never a part of it. As she promised earlier, she would be gone in a few weeks. No matter the distraction, she would not waver. From a distance, she watched the man haunting her
Rafael -What devil had tempted him to do this?- He was courting danger and he was not referring to the sparring session with her. His blood was boiling but not from the excitement of the fight. The adrenaline coursing through his veins was from something else. More from his baser needs. He thought the cold morning shower would help. He was so fucking wrong. His blood was simmering once more and he had to exercise utmost control not to yank her to him and kissed her senseless and wiped the smirk of confidence on her angelic face. -Arrogant little minx.- Rafael's dark eyes couldn't keep from hungrily assessing her svelte, supple curves lovingly covered by a spandex sports bra and tights. His mouth went dry and he cursed his stupidity. These types of female sports attire should be banned forever. Angelina's stretching exercise could be classed as one of th
Angelina -What the fuck was wrong with her?- But El Patron looked so delicious without his shirt on, muscles hard, glistening, and flexing, she had to do something to end theincessant torture. Watching his movements had been more painful than his occasional jabs and kicks. Arousal crawled on every part of her sensitized skin, he was driving her crazy. The only solution her addled brain offered was to kiss him. Which she did. Which they both enjoyed. Too much. If only they weren't interrupted. The frustration she felt when he stopped- she felt like screaming. Trying to suppress her shivers from the memory, she glanced sideways at tia Juanita haggling with a vegetable vendor. She had not seen hide nor hair of him since the incident and to her disappointment tia dragged her along to the market. She would have loved to speak to Rafael and struck with some t
Rafael -What the fuck was wrong with him?- He could have sent his most trusted men instead of going himself. But the thought of Angelina in danger made him sick to his stomach. It doesn't matter she knew how to take care of herself. He just needed to know she was safe. Of course, she was tia Juanita's niece and it was his responsibility to take care of each member of his household. Rafael tried to rationalize his actions. And it has nothing to do with her hot kisses and even hotter-than hell luscious body, right? Who was he fooling? He wanted the woman underneath him, on top of him or whatever way he could fuck her and slake his lust. He just wanted her. Period. Five bulletproof SUVs in total. Almost at the town's center, people turned and stopped what they're doing to look at their procession of black tinte
MATURE CONTENT 18+Angelina Her heart was beating too fast for comfort, not believing she could be this bold. She had just propositioned Rafael for a night of hot sex. "You can still leave, Angelina." His deep velvety voice made her shudder. "Once I joined you on that bed, I won't let you go until I made you cum screaming my name. Until I filled your pussy to the brim." Her legs clenched at his words. "I expect no less from you, Patrón." His eyes narrowed. "Are you protected?" "You mean you don't want me to get pregnant?" She asked. Her voice was breathless. He scowled. "I don't have condoms." "I had the shots." She was given one by a physician months ago at the hospital when they removed her stitches. "And I am clean. I haven't fucked anyone for a long time. I haven't had sex without protection
AngelinaHis dark eyes smoldered under their heavy lids, he continued to watch his fingers dancing and spreading her wetness. Between her swollen labia, her slit shimmered pink and inviting, her clit peeking out from under its hood at the top. Above her waist, her abs quivered. And above them, her breasts swayed gently upon her chest, the engorged nipples hard atop the luscious mounds. She knew where this was going and the anticipation was killing her.Spreading her legs wider, his broad shoulder taking the weight of her limbs, his rough thumbs open her labia exposing her slit to his hungry gaze.She watched his breath bated as he slowly lowered his face and inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal lustily.Hovering an inch or so from her, he stuck out his tongue and dipped it into her slit at the bottom. Then he slowly drew it upward brushing past her opening swiping across her clit.