Page 50 of Trapped

“Because with you, everything is a fucking game, Silas. I can’t trust putting my guard down around you.” She pokes my chest and pushes me back.

“You’ve never been a game to me, Thalia.”

“And yet you never came back for me.” Her voice heightens with her anger.

“Would you have wanted me to come back for you?”

“Yes,” she whispers and looks away, hiding her emotions from me.

“I did go back for you.” Her body stiffens at my confession.

She isn’t willing to look at me. To admit how the simple confession impacts her heart. She could give me her body and take all the pleasure. She could shoot out of a truck window to save me, and she could go to war with her hand in mine. But she is unwilling to give me the only thing I want.Her heart.

“There was a deal in place with Aurelio. If I left you alone for three years, then he would hand me Ivan’s head on a silver platter. Everyone thought I would go after you for revenge, and to be honest, I thought about it. I thought about you a lot. The harder I tried to stay away from you, the more I wanted to see you. The more I wanted to hear your side of the story.” I stroke her cheek, and she stares up at me with those brown and red volcano eyes.

“That want turned into a fucking impulse after a few months. I was willing to find another route to Ivan and just take you with me, despite the agreement with Aurelio. I had this stupid idea that I would show up with the lilies on your eighteenth birthday and take you. So, I followed you home from school one day, keeping my distance. When you got to the hotel, Ivan was waiting for you.

“He wanted you to sign some paper. It was for the lands in Tamaulipas. He wanted you to sign them over to him. Whenyou refused, I watched him punch you. His own daughter. He punched you in the face.” My nostrils flare at the memory, at the things I had witnessed that day. She looks away, and I pull her face back toward me.

“I loved my father, Thalia. He and Ivan may have played the same game, but my father knew how to separate himself from his business. Even as notorious as he was for his violence, he was always looking out for me. He told me the day the police came not to be mad at you. He said he trusted the look in your eyes more than the hate in your father’s heart.”

“Do you trust me?” Her voice cracks, barely above a whisper.

“I want to.”

I do want to trust her, but that nagging feeling always resurfaces. I search her eyes, desperate for an answer within them. Did she have a child? Did she hurt a child? What had taken place in the last seven years? What is being held above her head? Before I can ask her about the intent of the threats she is receiving, I catch movement in the corner of my eye. I grab her wrist and pull her into me, then I whisper lightly into her ear.

“Shh, we have company.”

Thalia

Silas pulls away from me, and I look into his eyes. He grabs me and turns me to the wall, facing a large floor to ceiling mirror on the other side of the room. I close my eyes. When I open them again, I look up briefly to see Gabrielle watching us from the end of the hallway.

Silas slams his mouth into mine and moans. When he pulls away, the hunger in his eyes is enough to unravel me. I grab histie and pull him back into me. I let him devour my mouth and neck.

“Show her who you belong to,” he whispers in my ear.

He pushes my back flat against the wall and drops to his knees before pulling my dress up. The movement places the long slit from the side to the front. He lets out a groan when he sees my bare pussy. No panties. Just like I told him.

“Spread your legs,” he commands.

When I look down at him, he’s smiling up at me. Then he crosses himself, saying grace before his meal. He kisses my folds gently, taking his time. I arch my back and let my fingers thread through his hair. I lean against the wall, searching for stability, as his tongue moves over my sensitive clit. It’s a euphoria that cannot be duplicated. A man on his knees before me. Not any man. But this man. This man, who is slowly breaking me with his confessions. He had sacrificed finding me to avenge me. Not himself.Me.

Silas places my leg over his shoulder and devours me. The rhythmic pressure of his tongue intensifies as he drags it across my swollen clit. My skin burns, and those familiar tornadoes build in my belly. I can feel the heat of Gabrielle’s stare. I feel his hand reach up my thigh as he unstraps my gun. He slowly brings it to my back, and I grab it.

“Mia,” he says, his hot breath against my aching pussy.His.

This time, when I look up into the mirror, I let her know I see her. Green radiates from her, and her scowl deepens. I smile at her, but not for long. The brutal way Silas is devouring me causes my thighs to tremble in his grip. My head falls back. I’m desperate for release, so I grind myself into his face. The tornadoes are building with violent strength within me. Gabrielle’s steps move toward us. I remember her threats.

“Shoot her,” he whispers, and I hold the gun up and aim. He bites down on my clit, and I pull the trigger. My orgasm hits, and my screams are covered by the shots ringing out down the hall.

I stare out the window at the smoky sky. The fireworks didn’t stop until the sun came up, the world eager for another year. Another chance. I sit there. Just a joint in my left hand, and my pistol in the other. A small moan sounds from the bed, and I look to see Thalia fighting her restless sleep. She’s still in her dress, sprawled out on the bed in my Arizona home.

The evidence Ale and Efren uncovered proved my suspicions were not wrong. The Maestas family has been working with Claudia. They have been the ones paying for her protection. Ale found numerous receipts and messages between Gabrielle and Claudia, confirming my whereabouts. The day she came to the house, she planted a bug, giving Claudia access to every conversation in my home. I had been blindsided by the true intentions of her visit.

I thought Kiko Maestas was loyal to my father, but in this world I live in, I know better than to trust anyone. Loyalty is rare. Trust is a gamble. Anytime you sit at the top of an empire, men like Kiko Maestas will play your ally, but still see you asa threat. This whole time, he had been working with not just Claudia, but also Ivan. He had been working with them from the beginning to put a stop to Los Reyes de Tamaulipas. To stop my father’s operations. Not to better the world, but to find their own corrupt place at the top. Everything always comes down to power.

Gabrielle’s death was a warning. Kiko Maestas knows the game and would be an idiot to attempt retaliation. He will mourn his daughter, but he won’t put his other children in the crossfire. I have a theory about men like Kiko Maestas. Sure, I could shoot him and the problem would be settled, but I like to watch him squirm. I’ll let him live with the fear and anxiety of when I am going to come for him. Watching him like a cat does a mouse. He’ll move from place to place as he awaits my wrath, and it will come just when he least expects it.

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