Page 2 of When Lies Unfold

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SANTIAGO HERNÁNDEZ

Outside of Bajo Chontales, Costa Rica

Friday

Keyna rides my dick like a porn star, but each time I get close to blowin’ my load, she tries to fuckin’ kiss me.

Dodgin’ her mouth yet again, I grab her hips and take over. I don’t give a shit how rough I’m bein’. I know she hasn’t come yet, but I need to get my rocks off, and for this to be over once and for all.

I should’ve turned her away. This shit has run its course. But I needed to get off, and she was available.

Too available.

No matter how many fuckin’ times I tell women the score—that there’s nothin’ romantic about this and all I wanna do is dip my dick in their pussy and be done—they paint some goddamn picture of romance and happily-ever-afters and shit.

Keyna’s even worse. Power-hungry as hell, she loves the braggin’ rights that go along with fuckin’ someone like me. She thinks she’s got me pussy-whipped, but she’s wrong. No woman will have a hold over me. Ever.

I won’t allow myself that kind of weakness.

“Santy…” She moans my name right after I come, my hips jerkin’ with each involuntary pump. Lettin’ my hands drop from her hips, I tip my head back against the leather couch and barely resist the urge to shove her aside.

She makes it happen, though, when she leans in to brush her lips across mine. Her eyes widen with shock the instant her back hits the couch cushions. I rise, tie off the condom, and tug my pants in place.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

Bile rises up my throat at her cooin’. I focus on tossin’ the condom in the trash before I fasten my belt. “This is over. Don’t come here for me anymore.”

“But, Santy?—”

My icy glare has her mouth snappin’ shut. “I said don’t.”

I don’t fuckin’ kiss or do anythin’ remotely close to affection. Sex is just sex. A release. She knows this ’cause I told her point-blank multiple times.

Yet here we are…with her tryin’ to test me. She’s got it in her head that I’ll change for her. That I’ll be some goddamn prince like in all those fairy tales.

But she’s wrong.

Nobody, least of all some woman who spreads her legs so easily for me, is gonna change me. I’ve made it just over forty-two years like this, and nothin’ and no one has the power to sway me to be any different.

I’m headin’ for the door just as it opens and Gordo appears. His expression has my gut twistin’, ’cause I know that look, and it’s never good.

“Boss. We got ourselves a problem.” His gaze flicks past me in the barest acknowledgment of Keyna before returnin’ to me. “A big one, from the looks of it.”

He’s not talkin’ specifics ’cause we don’t trust anyone outside our circle, least of all somebody like Keyna. But I can read between the lines to know what he’s sayin’.

The little shit’s at it again, stirrin’ up trouble and pissin’ on trees that aren’t his.

“Have somebody take Keyna home.” I straighten my collar as I prepare myself for the shitstorm we’re headed into. “Let’s go take care of business.”

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LOLA

A sinister premonition trickles down my spine, rendering me powerless to look away from the scene.

The injured man on the floor clutches at his abdomen, and judging by his rapid blood loss, he doesn’t have much time to spare. Maybe I can?—

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