Angelina
This was the kind of peace she was looking for. The tranquil waters, sunlight creating sparkling jewels like diamonds made her inner turmoil vanished.
But not her curiosity.
People around the compound were busy the whole day. Juanita referred to it as organized chaos. Even Ramon was up at dawn supervising the ranch hands. Odd to see them in vigorous exercise and training.
Like on a military drill. And gunshots resounded in the air. Her pulse throb with the sound. Exciting her.
She had wanted to join the group but she didn't trust anyone to show this side of her personality. Better for them to get used to her sweet persona. Not the frenetic one urging her to fight or train or go on an adventure somewhere. She just felt so antsy lately.
How to pass the time until it was safe for her to go back to the villa?
Tia Juanita had warned her to stay away temporarily until El Patron was made aware of her presence.
She snorted. It was so overrated. They placed him on a pedestal and from what she had heard from the men and women everyone was in awe of the illusive man.
Made her wonder what he was really like.
Angelina couldn't control her desire to see him for herself anymore, she just needed to know.
Like any tomboy, her father and brother would be proud of, if she still had one, she climbed the highest Ceiba tree she could find facing the mansion's forecourt.
Any minute now.
Shielding her eyes from the sun's glare, her attention on the convoy of impressive SUVs, disturbing the earth, and creating dusty gusts of wind, she waited.
The man she was looking for must be inside the car in the middle part of the procession. A leader. Heavily guarded. And she'd bet all her blond hair they were heavily armed.
She was proven right. A buff man, all in black and eyes covered in sunglasses, riding shotgun, got out of the car first, looking around. And everyone else followed. Except for their leader.
A sense of deja vu made her frown. She knew she had seen this type of very tight security supervision before but where?
She held her breath when she noticed the buff guy reached out to open the car door for his boss and a man, tall, dramatically, and broodingly handsome stepped out. Aloof, he watched Juanita and a woman who looked exactly like tia embraced.
Tia was about to approach him, however, something must have held her back.
Angelina was sure it was because of the El Patron's unapproachable air surrounding him. He said something and with a grace of a stalking panther, he left everyone and walked inside the house. Not looking back. How rude. Was he not aware everyone was excited to see him?
There was no mistaking he was the elusive owner of this magnificent place she was living. He looked arrogant and commanding.
She made a mental note to go back much much later. Not wanting to put tio and tia in trouble.
At the back of her mind, she kept playing the scene she had witnessed. The man's beautiful face invading her thoughts. -Why did he look so sad?-
And he did not look old at all.
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Juanita
"He hasn't changed that much, huh?" She watched her sister's eyes deemed from her question.
"No, hermana. And it had gotten worst upon his return from San Francisco."
Juanita sighed. "I was hoping he had improved at least. He can't go on punishing himself. His mamá, bless her soul, would be so sad to see him like this."
Lucinda approached her and hugged her tightly. "I know. Gabriella had been a wonderful leader to all of us. She rescued us from a fate worst than death, now, this is the only way to repay her. By treating her firstborn like he is our own. Don't lose hope. He will come around."
Her eyes grew misty. She could clearly remember how difficult life had been when they were teenagers. "I hoped so, hermana."
"Okay. Enough of that. Let's prepare his favorite dinner and you must share this secret of yours. I am so curious."
She smiled again. Remembering, the young beauty she took under her wing.
"Si. You will like this very much." She had a feeling El Patron will, too.
She had always believed in fate. And maybe, just maybe Angelina was the answer to their prayers.
Unbeknownst to the angelic beauty, two sisters were eagerly making plans for her and El Patron.
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Angelina
Oblivious to anything, she stayed at the cottage near the river, thinking. Making plans of her own. Trying very hard to remember her past. Anything.
Tio Ramon and Juanita had promised her monthly wages and they did fulfill their end of the bargain. For when her memories came back she would have the wherewithal to go back to where they found her and perhaps she would be able to find her family.
The food she had brought with her was long gone and it was nearing midnight. Her stomach grumbled.
It was time to go home. She had been hiding all day.
Since this was the countryside, people retired early. From experience, she was sure no one was about at this hour.
Though the cottage was cozy, it had no lights and she hadn't had the chance to clean the whole place yet. And she was afraid of what she would find under the bed. She hated creepy crawlers. She shuddered. Thinking of spiders and cockroaches.
Hugging the darkness provided by bushes and trees she passed by, she crossed the distance from her hideout to the back of the villa, where her room was located. She had done this several times and arrived at her place with no mishaps.
She was right. Almost all of the lights were out and no one was about.
Relieved, she entered her bedroom and took a much-needed shower. Her bath from the river earlier was soothing but this was Mexico where most of the time it was hot and humid.
Moreover, she had enjoyed the fresh feeling before going to sleep. Her spacious bedroom was air-conditioned, so she always had a restful sleep.
Dressed in her usual nightclothes, a silk warm teddy bought by Tia, slumped on her bed, she tried to sleep. She couldn't.
Then her stomach rumbled once more. Protesting.
"Fuck!" She punched her pillows, knowing she wouldn't get enough sleep if she was hungry. Her room was the closest to the kitchen, she will grab a bite --Juanita would always leave something for her aware of her midnight snack preference.
Angelina was confident she would be back in under five minutes.
Resigning to the inevitable, she retraced her steps through the darkened hallway, and this time she was in the kitchen looking for food.
Ice cream and cake would be an awesome companion in bed. And maybe there were leftover homemade nachos. Luckily, she knew where everything was or she would be tipping all over her feet. There was no moon tonight. The room was almost pitch-black. And she couldn't risk waking up anyone at this hour.
Grabbing a basket, she filled it with cheese, chips, and fruits then she went to the fridge. Wincing at the glare of light.
On tippy-toes, she read the flavors of the creamy goodness. Hmmm, chocolate chip sounds nice. Or cookie dough?
"¿Quién diablos eres tú?¿Y qué haces en mi cocina?" A voice growled behind her. Stunned, her eyes grew wide from the intensity of his anger. Her body trembled in fear. Goosebumps covered her skin. (Who the fuck are you? What are you doing in my kitchen?)
Uh oh.
With her slender back facing the man, she tried to compose herself while she closed the fridge. Bathing the kitchen again in darkness. Stupid mistake. Now, she couldn't assess the man behind the voice properly. He must be one of the new guards who just came home from the city. So, most likely he didn't know who she was.
Relaxing on the balls of her feet, she was about to turn around and introduce herself when she felt the air stirred behind her and he stupidly touched her bare arm.
No one was allowed to touch her without her permission. Instinct prodded her to defend herself.
Graceful as a ballerina, she twisted her body to the left, twisted his arm, and jabbed him on his nose with the heel of her palm, at the same time her knee connected with his crotch. Fuck! He was hard muscles all over. Doesn't matter. Making sure, she punched him twice on his ribs.
Ouch!
Though he was twice her size and weight, his hold on her slackened and he doubled over and fell to the floor, groaning in pain. Oh, God!
She didn't mean to hurt him.
Even thru the darkness, she could see the blood on his nose. He grunted and wiped his face. His very beautiful face. She gulped. This was not the time to go tripping.
And the worst part was he was looking at her with venom in his eyes. He was ready to attack her back.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. I don't want to hurt you." She warned. Her body was once again on full alert.
"You already fucking did! Now, tell me who sent you before I kill you." He answered. His dark eyes gleaming.
She felt like rolling her eyes in exasperation.
All she wanted was her ice cream then sleep.-This will be a long night.-
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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
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