14. Fourteen

The bar is packed per usual, and I sit in a far corner, drinking alone, looking for a distraction. No one piques my interest though, no one ever does lately. Even when they do, no one seems to abide by the no touching rule. And lately only one person ever flooded my mind. My body tenses. Why him? Why out of all the fucking people in the world?

Someone slams their glass down beside me, pulling out the bar stool. "I"ll have another one, Gio, and so will my friend here."

Santiago smiles at me, making my skin crawl. The slimy son of bitch has the nerve to show up to me in my club. Someone must"ve informed him of my moving back here. I"d never left but I planted the idea in everyone"s head that I had. I haven"t seen Santiago since we were teenagers. It"s how I was able to slip into his party unnoticed.

"Gabriel fucking Castaneda. I've got to say, this is a nice place you got here. You kind of dropped off the grid for a little while and I was starting to think you were dead. Maybe that was just wishful thinking. Perhaps you should have stayed hidden. Would"ve been good for us all."

I roll my eyes, taking another drink of my beer. "What is it you want, Santiago? You and I both know this isn"t a social call."

He chuckles, his laughter not reaching his cold, dark eyes. "You were always the smart one out of you and your brothers, you know that. Always figured things out before they were happening. Perhaps that"s why you do so well in the business you"re in. You still are in the killing business, are you not? I gotta admit, the club is a nice cover up. Sometimes I like to pretend I live a regular life, too, but guys like you and me never will."

I click my jaw, tilting my head to the side. "I was more than sure that was your thing. Going after innocent people when they get in your way, making them and their family disappear with the snap of your fingers."

"Oh, cut the bullshit, Gabriel. You and I both know these people are far from innocent, and you are far from a hero. Now, how about we cut the small talk and get straight to business?"

"What business would this be? I have zero interest in working with people like you."

"You know, it"s funny. You come off all high and mighty, thinking you do what you do for the greater good. But in reality, you"re just like me."

I spit my beer in his direction. "I am nothing like you."

"Yeah, sure, tell yourself what you need to in order to sleep at night. Look, I didn"t come here to talk to you about your guilty conscience. I came here because I think your brother has been sending his guys to work on my turf again, stealing my customers with his low quality shit. I know one of my old dealers is working with him now. The asshole isn"t as sneaky as he thinks he is. I have eyes everywhere. Your brother never did well with following rules and I"m usually not one to give out warnings, but since we"re old friends, I"m willing to make an exception. Tell your brother to back off or, instead of coming to you with a warning, I"ll be coming to you with his severed head in a box."

He and I both know he will be the one losing his head if he goes after Angel, not the other way around. "Is that all? I"m already growing bored of this conversation. Besides, at least my brother"s shit doesn"t kill customers."

His nose flares and I laugh. "Oh yes, I know about that. In fact, the whole world knows by now. I know your guys have been getting their stuff from the same supplier the Juventinos use. Maybe you should go back to your old guy. Oh wait, I hear he"s dead from some freak accident. Tough break." Shit, I said too much. Sometimes my anger has my words moving faster than my brain.

"If I find out you have anything to do with what happened in that warehouse, I swear…"

"Relax. I have better things to do than going after your precious supply."

"Please. Everyone knows you"re still sore from what happened to your father and blame everyone for his death."

I stand from my chair, pressing my chest to his. "Don"t act like you know a damn thing about what happened to my father. Now, are we done here?"

"Yeah, we are. For now. I"ve got my eye on you, Gabriel. Some of my top customers have been randomly disappearing, and I can"t help but think you and your clients have something to do with it. I"ll see you around very soon I"m sure. Now, I would invite you to my wedding, but I prefer not to waste space and food on worthless pieces of shit like you. Even though I"d love to have you watch everything that was supposed to be yours one day become mine."

He drops money on the bar and stands up from the stool, smiling at me one last time, and I don"t give him the satisfaction of reacting or responding. If he thought he was going to bring any kind of emotions out of me, he was sadly mistaken. All those died the day I lost everything. He would soon know exactly how that feels.

I"ll let him go ahead and have his moment for now. I stare down at my phone when it vibrates in my hand. It"s my oldest brother, Carlos, passing on a message about a new client. We have our own codes for things at this point. We"ve been in the killing game a long time. And Santiago was wrong. I"m nothing like him. If anything, he"s the kind of man I get hired to kill.

I never claimed to be a good guy, but I am nowhere near the monster he is. I can"t wait until he finally gets his. And he will. I know someone who wants to see him suffer a lot more than I do and I promised him when this was all over, I would gladly deliver Santiago to him all wrapped up in a pretty bow.

As I stand up out of my chair watching Santiago walk away, my mind goes back to Mateo. The fiancé he leaves alone to his own devices each night. He was so focused on his drug dealings, he didn"t notice someone wasn"t only moving in on his territory, they were moving on something else of his. That someone was me. I was always the two birds with one stone type of guy. I walk through the dancing crowd and out through the club doors into the cool night.

Once in my car, I pull out of the parking lot in a rush, with only one destination in mind. A place I know is too much of a risk to show up at. Time to see just how guarded the Juventino house is tonight and just how easy it is for someone like me to slip right in. I always did pride myself in being quiet and quick on my feet.

Parking a distance away the way I had before, I step out of my car, hurrying to the spot I first asked him to meet me. It"s quiet except for the water running through the fountain. The house is dark except for a few porch lights, and there are only a few men patrolling the house. Not a single one near Mateo"s room. They seem to be distracted by an unexpected visitor pulling up to the front gate, just like I hoped they would be.

I carefully make my way to the back of the house, approaching the balcony that leads right into Mateo"s room. The doors are unlocked. I smile, "Such a careless move, Mateo." Or maybe it"s an invitation. I get an unsettling sinking sensation in my stomach thinking about someone else sneaking in here instead of me. It wouldn"t be difficult. The room is dark except for a bit of the porch lights coming in through the windows. Mateo looks so peaceful and precious snuggled up on his side, arms wrapped around a pillow.

We are supposed to meet tomorrow, but he didn"t know yet. He never knew until it was happening. After the night I had, it couldn"t wait. I wasn"t sure if it was because I craved Mateo or because I craved revenge against Santiago. The way he spat and laughed in my face made my blood boil. In the end, I"m the one laughing at him. How can he be so blind? For someone who seems to know everything, he has yet to find out about what"s been happening between his fiancé and me. The thought has me smiling wide and vibrating with pleasure.

I slip in beside my sleeping princesa, already becoming warm from the sheets and the heat radiating off his body. My smile widens as I trace my fingers along his naked hip, loving the silkiness of his bare skin against my rough exterior. The edge of my thumb continues to move past the sheets the more his body trembles. His eyes still remain shut as his lashes flutter against his cheeks. He"s wearing nothing but a white tank.

I drag my fingers down his crease, slipping one between his ass cheeks and rubbing against his pucker, causing him to squirm in his sleep. Moving his face against the pillow, his expression relaxes, and his soft snores return. I slip out of the bed, watching the mattress rise from my missing weight. I pull the belt from the loops of my pants, unbuttoning the front and letting them slide down my hips. My cock springs free, twitching at the touch of cold air, begging to be buried in Mateo"s warmth. The leather of my belt is smooth beneath my fingers as I form it into a cuff, slipping it over his wrists as I place them gently behind his back. He had already moved in the perfect position for me, on his belly, with his ass facing up.

My mouth waters when I set my gaze on the sheet hanging low off his hips, exposing the cleft of his ass. I yank my tie off my already unbuttoned shirt, slipping it over his closed eyes and tying it around his hair, letting the ends fall between his soft curls. He shifts again in his sleep, a soft whine escaping his lips as I shove the gag in his mouth.

I guess tonight I"ll find out how heavy of a sleeper he is. I yank the sheet and blanket off his body, leaving his bottom half bare against the white cotton. He wiggles his bottom, moving his face against the pillow. His wrists tug against the cuff and a surge of panic hits him. He shifts from side to side, moving his face against the blindfold and making sounds against the gag. I spread his legs apart, moving my body between them, and lick between his cheeks while pressing my hand to his lower back. He screams against the gag, his sounds muffled. I lick him again and he fights harder, thrashing between me and the mattress. "Don"t worry, mi princesa, I got you."

His body relaxes at the sound of my voice and his back arches against my hand. I run kisses up his back, licking and nipping at his soft skin. His moans come out around the gag in quiet murmurs. My mouth hovers over his ear. "You are so beautiful like this. I could do anything I want to you right now and there"s nothing you could do about it."

His whines are pleading against the plastic and I release a low-deep chuckle, nipping at his ear. "Would you like that?"

He nods against the pillow, flexing his ass out against my groin, rubbing it over my hard cock. "Such a needy princesa." He goes still beneath my body, but as soon as I move, he pushes himself up further on his knees, forehead pressing to the pillow. Him spreading his legs further apart for me is all the invitation I need to bury my face between the fleshy globes of his ass, thrusting my tongue into his tight heat, tasting him again.

He pushes himself back further as I continue to fuck him with my tongue. More moaning forms around the gag and a part of me wishes it wasn"t there. A part of me wishes we were somewhere else where I could have him screaming my name so loud the neighbors would hear. I tug his cheeks further apart, thrusting my tongue in out before slipping a finger in beside it. He rocks himself back and forth on it needily. "You ready for more, needy little cock slut?"

He whines again, balling his fists together. I grab the condom from my pocket and pull out a bottle of lube from his drawer. He stiffens at the coldness of my drenched fingers and more sounds are muffled against the gag. I move my digits in and out, working my way up to three. "I wanted to make sure you were really ready, sweetness, and you definitely are now. Your first time should be special after all."

I line myself up with his hole, pressing my tip against his entrance, slowly pushing my way in. His body shudders once I"m fully in, inner walls clenching tightly against me. I move myself in and out a few times in a steady rhythm. Pulling all the way out, I slam back in, going deeper and harder.

Needing to see him more, I pull out of him completely, lying beside him. I grab his body, pulling it on top of me, sliding his ass over my cock. Flattening myself on my back, I buck my hips upward and he slides down my cock, his hole swallowing me inch by inch. He's been playing with his hole recently. He's taking me a lot easier than I thought he would but still wrapping tightly around me like a vice. Now I wish I had planted a camera in here so I could see what he does when he"s in here alone at night. I"ll keep that in mine for next time. There shouldn"t be a next time though.

His body trembles, pushing himself further down on me until I"m bottoming out. He bucks his hips forward, riding me harder, throwing his head back. His veins are bulging in his neck and sweat drips down his chest. I move my hands up his hips to slide up his shirt, and he shakes his head. I don"t keep going, but I make a note for later to ask why he is so against having his shirt off in front of me. I buck my hips up again and his body shakes above me. I take his cock in my hands, stroking and tugging as he continues to ride me with his eyes closed. "That"s it, take what you need from me. You feel so good, just like I knew you would." Better even. It"s a shame I"ll have to eventually say goodbye to this.

He felt too good. I could stay buried inside him forever. If only things were different. If only he was someone else"s son. His ass clenches around my cock, as his dick twitches in my hand, shooting spurts of cum. He moans against the gag and continues to rock forward, appearing fully sated. A few more thrusts of my hips has me coming inside the condom and I tense underneath him, closing my eyes until I remember how to move again. I slide him off me, untie his hands, remove the gag and fall back on the bed. Removing the blindfold, he crashes beside me, and I swipe my tongue over his plump lips nearly forgetting about my no kissing rule. "Hi, sweetness."

"Hi." His voice is low and raspy, face completely flushed.

I rub my thumbs over his cheeks. "This might be my last visit for a while."

"Why?"

"Because it"s too risky and I have business to tend to. I shouldn"t have come here today."

"Why did you then?"

"Because I had a sudden craving for my princesa." Not to mention, Santiago pissed me off so much, I was done delaying popping his fiancé's cherry before he did.