Page 50 of Devious Lies

A motherfucking virgin.

I’m trying to focus, but my brain can’t stop thinking about it. Maria was untouched.

Completely fucking innocent.

I should feel bad, but I don’t.

If anything, the fact she submitted willingly to me makes me want her even more.

She was a virgin, and me, I’m a tatted up, pierced fucking monster.

But the thing is, I don’t think Maria is all white lace and halos. She has secrets. A past.

And I am dying to learn it. But my research on her is at an impasse. It seems Maria Mendoza only showed up on paper six years ago.

And I know what that means. But I need to know all of it.

A week has passed, and I haven’t fucked her again. But I need to. Soon.

She’s still keeping secrets. But I’ve been doing a little more digging and what I found isn’t comforting.

Soon. I’ll have the truth soon.

At least, that’s what I tell myself.

“Yo, where’s your head at?” Angel says.

I look up to find the realtor left, and Nico and Angel are just staring at me.

Nico seems amused. But Angel seems actually confounded.

I guess that makes sense. He is the muscle around here. Just like I told Baby Girl.

He’s the muscle. I'm the brains. And Nico is the king.

He earned his crown fair and square, and the truth is, I don't want it.

I'm happy to serve the crown. Happy with my position.

Nico allows me to do my own thing. He doesn't care that I run my own investment firm, and that with my businesses I made tons of my own money.

He comes in with me on deals when he wants, and I am more than happy to share the wealth with him and Angel.

Nico also understands what drives me. He was there for me when my sister OD’d on the same junk that killed his mother.

He recognizes my pain, my need to exact my revenge on people I feel deserve it. And he is supportive.

Sometimes I use legal grounds. I’ve been responsible for the closing down of more than one laundering front.

All it takes is the right words in the right ears, a little envelope on the side, and bam.

Sure, there’s always flat out war, but in war everyone loses. Nico and Angel joke that I am a pacifist.

It always makes me roll my eyes.

It's not that I'm not violent. Because I am.

I've killed people. I've hurt people. I've made threats after my sister died horribly in a dank alley, her body too weak to fight the poison her pusher stuck in her arm.

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