10. Ten

Watching Mateo lose himself to my touch was everything. I didn't realize how much I needed it. His hungry eyes made me want to give him everything he craved. He grabbed onto me the way a drowning man would a lifeline. His eyes are hazy, and he is completely drunk off his pleasure which leaves me with a slight buzz of my own. My thumb swipes over his lips that are puffy and red from him biting them. His eyes remain on mine as he yanks up his zipper, and then he glances down on how his pants now hang looser on his hips than before, cursing under his breath.

He liked being told what to do when he gained something from it. He felt more in control of each demand when he thought he could easily walk away. He also enjoyed having someone take charge–when it was on his terms.

"I think you need to have your pants taken in again."

"Why are you still here? What is it you"re after? I doubt you keep showing up just to leave me roses and give me hand jobs in public places." His eyes crinkle with humor and I bite back the urge to chuckle.

"You"re right. That"s nothing more than an added bonus. And I already told you why. I want you and I go after what I want, mi princesa."

He clenches his jaw. "I"m not your anything. I don"t even know you." I can see the truth buried in his eyes though, how much he enjoyed the little name I have for him.

"I guess you just let any random stranger touch you the way I just did." I nearly clench my own jaw at the thought of anyone else touching him but me. Ridiculous. It"s only because I need him to want only me so that it works in my favor with my plan. There can"t be any other reason. No way I"m getting territorial over my enemy"s son.

"No. I...you should go now. Especially if you won"t answer my questions truthfully."

He reaches for his shirt sitting on the chair and shoves his arms through the sleeves. He slides his hand through his dark brown curls before fastening the buttons, covering up the pretty corset wrapped tightly around his torso.

"Who are you?" His gaze shifts back to me. I hand him his jacket and he yanks it from my fingers. "Well?"

Releasing a sigh, I tug my coat against my chest. "My name is Gabriel."

"And you"re really here for only me?"

His green eyes capture mine, making me feel like I"m suffocating and I"m unable to come up for air. I swallow hard, pressing my lips against his ear. Who knew someone could smell so good? "Sólo tu."

His eyes blink. "I don"t understand why." His trembling lip slips between his teeth.

"And I don"t know why it"s so hard for you to believe." I run my hand down his body, helping him button up the front of his coat. "Looks like it"s the perfect fit."

"Yeah." He swallows hard and stares at me in silence. His eyes are reaching inside of mine for more answers. I don't have to see my own reflection to know they reveal nothing. He tilts his head, his curiosity more palpable than before.

"I"ll see you again soon, princesa. If I were you, I"d enjoy your crown while you still have it. Things are about to get ugly real fast." I pluck a white flower from my pocket and place it on his palm, closing his fingers over it before pulling away.

I squeeze between his shoulder and the curtain, pulling it back to exit the dressing room. He doesn't follow me, holding the flower to his chest, remaining frozen from my last words. I was already looking forward to the next time I got to make him come, and hopefully soon it will be with my cock buried deep inside of his perky ass. Oh I'm going to ruin him so good. I can"t fucking wait.

My phone goes off in my pocket and I lift it up to see the message.

Teo: They know about the fentanyl. Miguel got your note right after the delivery and finally put two and two together. I made it look like it was someone else responsible by planting fentanyl and a fake letter of instructions in their car.

Me: Good.

My phone vibrates again and this time it"s my brother, Angel. It"s not a text message, but a phone call. I know it must be important because he rarely ever calls me.

"Angel?"

"What the fuck did you do? I take it this was your doing?"

"Depends on what you"re talking about," I deadpan.

"Pinche cabrón. You know damn well what I"m talking about."

"I may have added a little something extra to Miguel Juventino"s last shipment of heroin."

"You did what? You realize we are as good as dead if this comes back to us," he snaps, voice heavy with irritation.

"It won"t."

"What makes you so sure?" He blows out a heavy breath.

"I made sure it was untraceable." My brother should already know how careful I am.

"What about the man you paid to tamper with the drugs? He will be questioned and they almost always break."

"I took care of it."

"How?"

"Let"s just say he won"t say a word."

He knew that if he did, then his family would get nothing. He was a man who would do anything for his family and was out for his own revenge. I"m not the only one who wants to ruin Miguel Juventino.

"You better hope you"re right."

"Relax, hermano, I"m always right. Besides, this should increase sales for you. No one who bought this last batch from any of his dealers will ever trust them again. And those dealers will never trust the place it came from. They will be looking elsewhere soon enough."

Angel sighs loudly into the phone. "You better know what you"re doing."

"I always do."

It was usually true, but lately when it came to Mateo, there were times he made me feel I didn"t know my head from my ass. Maybe seeing him before work wasn"t the best idea. I got more satisfaction watching him come than I did coming with any of the people I"ve hooked up with over the last few years. It was a beautiful sight, but watching his father"s face at the end of all this will be glorious.