Julian

M y blackened heart thumps rapidly against my chest, the gunshots and glass breaking had me jumping out of my car as fast as I could. I tried to peer in through the window and make sure nothing was happening. I knew Sierra could handle it, every piece in my soul knows that she can handle herself, but the fear of something happening to her caused my vision to blur in a sea of red rage. Until I saw her standing over a bloodied Eduardo, like the angel of death I've continued seeing come out of her. Seeing her had me sighing in relief, from the panic of hearing the deadly weapon go off.

She caught him, the man that ordered her rape, the man who ordered hers and Catalina's kidnapping. She caught the man that I've been hunting for months. Eduardo growls in pain, swearing at both me and her as he holds his wound. The blood collects into a puddle surrounding the outline of his body on the floor.

"Well, I have to say I've been fucking looking everywhere for you, Eduardo. And here you are, like an early Christmas present from my girl," I say, winking at Sierra before turning my attention back to Eduardo.

"Did he hurt you?" I ask her, glaring at this fool for having the balls to come here.

"Just the fucking headache of whatever drug he injected me with."

"And then what?" I question, knowing there's more that she's hiding.

"He just threatened to fuck me and then give me to the Russians when he was done. Like any typical little coward," she says, rolling her eyes like the possibility of being raped again didn't affect her. She's been through so much already.

"Eduardo, I don't think you know this, but I'll let you in on a little secret. She" I nod my head towards Sierra, my gun still trained on the fuckers head, "-is mine. She fucks no one but me. So, I have my sister's wedding," looking at my watch, "we have about 8 hours before we have to leave."

"Would you like the honors?" I ask Sierra, knowing she deserves this revenge. She gets to choose how we proceed. "Do we torture him, or kill him and go back to the hotel while my cleaner works."

She cocks her head, her messy half curled blonde hair slowly flowing to one side while a beautiful smile appears on her face.

Her hooded eyes look up at me. "Can't we leave him for someone else to torture?"

I nod, knowing she had already had her fix for tonight and although she's a killer it's for the justice for those that never received it, the children, for her childhood.

"Get something to tie him with," I say, picking up my phone and calling the one person who I know will want some answers and his own vengeance.

"Hermano, aren't you supposed to be at this party?" Marcelo answers, moving further away from the blaring music.

"I have Eduardo. Can you get to the Butterfly with some men? I'll explain when you get here. He's yours, hermano. I'm going back to the party," I tell him, while he remains silent not fully understanding why I wouldn't get answers myself. I don't plan on leaving her side again.

"I'll be there in half an hour," he mutters, and hangs up the phone while I start pacing back and forth to stop myself from shooting the asshole myself.

Sierra returns quickly with a pair of zip ties that she uses to tie his arms in front of his body. He's practically on the verge of passing out with the amount of blood he's already lost.

She pushes him back to the ground and stands above him, admiring her handy work. I walk up behind her, my hands wrap around her waist while I stare at the same man. She moves her neck to the side, giving me access to the mark she still has from me.

"Go shower, and grab your things so we can go," I say gently.

I'm expecting her to argue, to put up some kind of fight, but she doesn't. She exhales loudly and nods, knowing it's for the best. I back away from her, and let her retreat back to her little sanctuary while I wait for my brother to get here.

"What is it you wanted with Sierra?" I question Eduardo, he blinks a few times until his eyes remain closed. Bending down, I smack his face, making sure his eyes stay wide open until Marcelo arrives.

His eyes flicker a few times, watching as I resume pacing with practically dead eyes.

Time seems to have flown by, a few of Marcelo's men come barging in the door spreading out and searching the place without being told. Marcelo comes in last and stands directly in front of me. His eyes widen at the way he finds Eduardo already partially comatose.

"Pendejo, que paso?" he questions.

"Well, he came after Sierra. She got a shot in and then I got the other," I say, summarizing the turn of events rather effortlessly.

‘How did you know he was coming after her?" His eyebrows raise in curiosity, but his eyes hide a hint of amusement as he watches me try to explain what I would be doing here with the one person who hates me.

" knew I would be here, but Eduardo snuck up on me before arrived," she says, coming back into the room; she's dressed in a pair of shorts and oversized shirt with a bag in one hand and her dress for tomorrow in the other.

He looks at her and then back at me, knowing full well something is happening between us. He doesn't call me out on it or say anything more. So, I take the silence and lead Sierra towards the door while I let my brother clean up the mess that was made.

I move her towards Betty, tapping once on the roof of my car and opening the passenger side door for her. Taking her things from her hands so I can gently put it in the backseat. This feeling of taking care of her, of doing little things like the way I had distracted her or washed her hair earlier in the day gives me a feeling of belonging, like this is exactly what I was meant to do. Take care of my reina, my queen. But how do I make her understand when she always has one foot out the door and I'm the one who has never had any sort of emotions but with her. She's everything and she still doesn't understand that.

I walk back over to the driver's side and turn Betty on, the vibrations of her motor are always my favorite part of turning her on. Looking through the side mirrors I pull the car out of my parking spot and start the drive.

My eyes are barely on the road, every second I get a chance my eyes find hers. She's watching me as intently as I would be if I weren't trying to keep us alive. The sexual tension builds between us as the silence consumes our surroundings. Each stolen glance she's blushing, or biting her lip in a way that has my cock hardening. Moving my hand from the shifter I rest it on her bare legs, naturally she spreads them very subtly like she didn't want me to notice how easy she was making this for me.

Rubbing my thumb on her leg, I continue to move my hand up her thigh until I've reached the edge of her shorts.

"Tell me to stop if you don't want this," I whisper, and she whines when she removes my hand off her leg; lifting herself up, she pulls her shorts down to her ankles.

"Fuck," I groan. Wishing I wasn't driving right now so I could worship her the way she's meant to be worshiped. She grabs my wrist moving me the way she wants me, my palm is out in front of her, she softly trails her finger down my palm. The featherlight touch spreads down my body, as if I could feel her fingers on my thickening shaft; as she reaches the tip of my middle finger, she gently curls the rest of my fingers in a closed fist.

The sensation has me distracted, which only causes me to swerve on the road.

"Pay attention to the road," she whispers. I stare straight forward, trying not to make a move to park the car just so I can fuck her. We need to get back to the hotel.

Her sultry lips wrap around the tip of my middle finger, and I fucking lose it. I groan, whine, and pout at the way she's using me. Her tongue plays with my finger as she continues sucking like she would suck on my cock.

"Fuck." Letting go of the steering well for a moment I adjust my cock as best as I can with my left hand, as soon as I feel the car drift I put it back on the wheel. My cock is painfully hard, and now all I can think about is fucking her warm wet mouth as brutally as I fuck her cunt.

Popping my finger from her mouth, she maneuvers my hand once more; moving my focus to her, she moves my hand between her legs, swiping my finger up and down her slit before slowly pushing it inside her sweet cunt. Her cunt wraps around my digit like it's missing a bigger intrusion from my cock.

Her moans break the silence in the car followed by the roar of Bettys engine as I put a little more force on the gas and maneuver as best I can around the cars in front of us. I may cause an accident with the way I'm driving, but If I don't get to that hotel soon, I may just fucking die.

"Oh, yes. Right there. ." The mixture of sounds that play are of her whimpers and moans with my finger moving in and out of her cunt. Along with the smell of her arousal on my finger, and everything that is happening is about to make me fucking lose it.

Spotting the hotel, I very carefully take the right and pull into the first parking spot, putting the car in park and focusing my attention on the beauty taking her pleasure, using me like her personal toy. Her pussy clenches down on my finger, as she reaches the edge of her orgasm. Her eyes are closed as she chases that gratification.

"Eyes on me, Mu?eca."

She turns her head slightly and opens her ocean blue eyes that have been embedded into my brain. She continues working my arm, the position is uncomfortable but her release is much more important.

"Come, Mu?eca, so we can finish what you started back in the hotel." Her legs close, trapping my arm as she comes. Her legs quake, her lips part and I can't help being completely entranced by her.

Letting go of my arm, she blinks a few times like she was imagining what just happened. Moving my middle finger to my lips, I slowly savor the smell of her on my finger before I wrap my lips around my digit. I groan at the taste of her cunt, it's a distinct taste that has had me addicted since the first time I've tasted her.

"Let's go." She sighs.