Jorge Salinas Novelas Novels & Stories

She had dangled Jorge upside down when he refused to talk, she said the rush of blood to the head would help him make a better decision. Sal had Jorge singing like a canary, spilling not only the secrets of his older brother, Cristobel, who is now the head of their family, but the secrets of their associates too. She attached cables to his bollocks from the car battery and laughed when he screamed in pain. She extracted the nails off both his forefingers and his big toes. She had pulled his fangs out and threatened to cut his eyelids off if he didn’t talk. Within an hour, she had reduced him to a blubbering wreck and hadn’t even broken out in a sweat doing it.

Forgetting about my book, I scanned from his wide shoulders to his toned abs and all the way down to the noticeable bulge in his boxer briefs. Tugging my lip between my teeth, I said what had been on my mind since before we arrived to the place we could call home. “I want you inside me.” Rei’s eyes opened wide. “Well, Señora Roríguez, I appreciate your straightforwardness.” “It’s just that you said it was up to me, and…” The last few nights we’ve mostly held one another. There was kissing and petting, but also the sense that we needed to grieve. Jorge’s birth brought spirit back to this family, the hope that life continued even in the darkest of times.