Page 64 of The Trap

Me: You get a medium toasted coconut, what milk latte again?

Raiden: Excuse me, I just told you my pussy is wet for you and you’re asking me what my fucking coffee order is?

Raiden: You are so fucking…

Raiden: Adorable *pleading eye emoji* You were so close papi. Oat milk. Why?

Me: Well we have a long night ahead of us, so I want to make sure you get what you need to stay awake for the job we have tonight…and for me *devil emoji*

Me: On my way

Raiden: Ok! *kiss face emoji*

Slipping my phone back into my pocket, I look once more at my dad’s tombstone.

“I’ll be back soon, dad. Oh also, I’m having you moved. You need to be placed next to mom,” I wink. “And don’t fight me, Carmine already arranged it, movers come next week,” I joke. “Love you,” I say, running a hand on the faded engraving.

Raiden: You brought it right? *peach emoji*

Raiden: And you prepped?

I roll my eyes, pressing the audio button to send a message as I turn the wheel.

“I’m driving, I can’t text back. But yes, unfortunately…to both,” I laugh hitting send.

Less than a minute later, an audio message from Raiden comes in and, like the giddy fool I am for her, I can’t hold back the smile that spreads across my face as I press play.

“Good boy. Don’t worry, you’ll like it, I promise. Oh, and hurry up, my mom stopped by unexpectedly and I’m fucking dying over here.”

Nerves settle into my stomach as I shift in my seat, slipping my phone in my pocket. Raiden and I have been inseparable since the escape room—it feels weird even calling it that now that we know what it was—but I haven’t met her mom yet. Raiden and her mom have a complicated relationship, judging from what I’ve picked up on at least. Since they both work for Carmine, they seem to clash often, but I guess that’s to be expected with two feisty Latinas. My heart sinks knowing I haveno one to introduce Raiden to. I know if mom was still alive, she would’ve loved who Raiden grew up to be. She probably also would have gotten a kick out of Raiden’s antics, and she would have loved how happy she makes me, which I can confidently say I haven’t truly felt since she died.

As I pull into the driveway and park, my nerves magnify. I can see Raiden in the window as she talks animatedly to her mom, her long black hair pulled into a ponytail that’s bouncing back and forth with each bob of her neck.

I reach for the door handle, almost forgetting the coffee I picked up for her on the way. Grabbing it, I slip out of the car, slamming the door just as the front door swings open.

“Ma!” Raiden calls out as her mother scurries out of the door, ignoring her. Like mother, like daughter. Now Rae knows how I feel when she purposely ignores me.

“He’s here!” Her mom beams as she leads the way to the driveway, Raiden walking right behind her, looking pissed off, but even the scowl on her face suits her. There isn’t a damn thing she could ever do that doesn’t make her look beautiful.

I wait for them to reach me. Raiden’s ridiculously complicated coffee order in one hand, I extend my other to her mom. She ignores it, barreling into me with an unexpected hug that almost drops the cup out of my hand.

“Mami,” Raiden scolds playfully, slipping her grip through her mom’s bear hug on me, taking her coffee and mouthing a ‘thank you.’

“Ay, Bendito!” she exclaims, squeezing me even tighter before releasing me. It’s crazy how much Raiden looks like her mother.

“Hi, Mrs. Ramos,” I say, noticing the way her eyes are glazed over.

“Oh, papa,” she waves her hand at me, “Please, Rose is fine. No need to be all formal. I just can’t believe it,” she chokes out,emotion ripe within her tone. “You look just like her but with his eyes,” she laments, rubbing her wrinkled palm on my cheek.

From the pictures I’ve seen of my father, I can see that. I resemble my mom with her complexion and facial structure, but my gray eyes are all my dad.

Raiden steps forward right up next to me. She reaches for my cheek, turning me to face her. “Hey, you,” she smiles, pressing her lips on mine. Of course, Raiden, being who she is, picks up on my nerves and decides to slip her pierced tongue into my mouth.

“¿Qué es eso ,Raiden?!” her mom playfully scolds, tugging at her arm. “What will your neighbors say?”

Placing her tongue back in her mouth, she flutters her lashes at me before addressing her mom. “For kissing my boyfriend? Nothing. Now if we got caught doing what we did on the porch last weekend, that’d be a different story,” she winks, causing all the blood that was just rushing to my cock to instead travel to my heated cheeks. “Isn’t that right, papi?” she laughs.

“Jesus Christ, Rae,” I mutter, flattening my palm, against my head as I shake it in disbelief of how bold she always is. I fucking love it.

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