Mi Hermana Borracha Novels & Stories

The man I want to surrender my life to has left me for someone else. The next moment, I heard the sound of someone walking into the house. My sister, Mia, her scent was scattered around the house. Anger bubbled in me and I dropped the bottle of liquor. She hadn't been home since she stole my man from me. Funny enough, it had been a whole month since my life was ruined by her.

I scoff, " Have you forgotten I'm also a Mafia boss, and most men don't stick around after finding out I can shoot better than them and be able to beat a grown-ass man to a pulp.” “I swear, Mia," Mimi drawled, swirling the last of her margarita in its glass, “ if I don't get laid soon, I might actually combust. Like poof__fireowrks, everywhere. You'll have to sweep up my ashes. I snorted, bending over towards the other side of the table and picking a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. I pour one for me and her, passing it to her and sitting back down. “Pretty sure no one signed up for a cleaning duty."

But it was vodka. - Oh, no... - Missy laughed, hiding her face in her hands while a fit of laughter completely dominated her. - I think I must have broken the record for how much alcohol a person can ingest in less than fifteen minutes. - He continued, laughing as much as she - And, with that horrible burning sensation in my mouth, I didn't even realize that I had gotten completely drunk for the first time in my life. When the feeling of being on fire finally passed, I was completely disoriented. And, as if it wasn't enough that I was close to falling down drunk during my sister's biggest birthday party, it crossed my brilliantly drunk mind that something was wrong with me and I should ask m

Ashley's pussy was a tight fit and despite her inexperience, he could feel her inner flesh squeezing his cock and milking his shaft. Laura took a sip of her Mai Tai. She turned the page of her book, using a reading light to read, unaware that her husband was fucking her baby sister nearby. The alcohol mixed with the hot weather was already taking a toll. Laura could feel the rum take effect on her, working it's magic. Her legs felt funny and her eyes were starting to feel heavy.

The thought was intolerable. I reached for the crystal decanter on the sideboard, pouring a generous measure of bourbon into a tumbler. The alcohol burned a familiar path down my throat, but brought none of its usual clarity. Instead, it summoned memories I'd fought to suppress. Mia in that hospital basement, allowing me to feel our sons move beneath her skin. The precious moment of connection before she pulled away again. The hope I'd foolishly allowed myself to feel. Mia's face, illuminated by the streetlight in that alley as I grabbed her, forced my lips against hers in a moment of drunken desperation I couldn't take back. The disgust and disappointment in her eyes as she pushed me away.

Mia turned to him. " I want to use the restroom", she said and stood up. She is drunk. She did not have any tolerance for alcohol. She usually doesn't come to places like this but she came today because Adam asked her to come. She walked out of the private room staggering. She found her way to the restroom down the hall.

"What can I say? She’s got me whipped." Knox let out a low laugh and shook his head. "Well, your girl is free to do whatever she wants back here. What’s your name, pretty?" "Jenna," I said, stepping fully behind the counter and sliding my jacket off. "Alright, Jenna. Welcome to the pit," Knox said, tossing a clean rag onto the wood next to me. "If you really know how to mix, the people drink vodka-cranberries, bourbon on the rocks, and whatever beer is in those tubs. Keep the line moving."

“Definitely day-old vomit. I’m staging an intervention.” "Great." I sprang from my couch with ease. Or at least, I was more drunk than I believed, because I bumped into my coffee table and nearly smashed it. My toe actually bounced around like it was bleeding. "Have your sister come in. She can get me to go to rehab, I bet."

“Why don’t you, your sister and uncle ride back with me and Reid? I’ll take you to the pack hospital.” “Okay. Um, I don’t need the hospital though. Really. I’m not injured. I just need to clean up.” “Hermana, let’s go just in case. One of them had you restrained for a moment there.” “Why are they calling your different names?” Aiden asks. I addressed my sister first. “I will go for you, Mia. Okay?” Then I turn my attention to Aiden, “Sobrina means niece. Hermana means sister. It’s not different names.” I said and now I’m smiling.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand, as I turned on the car’s ignition, “But I’m leaving. I’m going to a bar. There’s one around the corner.” I couldn’t survive the night sober. I needed to drink to numb away the pain. . “Text me the address. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Mia said. The bar was dimly lit and soft music played in the background. I slid onto one of the stools by the counter and gestured for the bartender to come closer. “What can I get you?” he asked. “Something strong please,” I told him, “So strong that I will not remember my name after taking it.”