Page 25 of DOM: The Miami King

I wanted to scream and break everything in the fucking office, but I didn’t, because I knew I’d never win. I just simply fell back and decided it was no use. He didn’t care about my tears anyway because he was too tough to try and understand me. Instead of continuing, I curled up on the couch and waited until he was finished for the night.

That same night, on the way home from his compound we got lit upas two SUVs boxed us in, and gunfire erupted using us as a target practice. I heard the sound of glass shattering, and metal twisting while one of El Blanca’s died next to me as guts poured from his skull. I didn’t cry, nor did I scream because I was in complete shock. Instead, I just crawled across the crimson blood-streaked seats of the Escalade and grabbed the pistol off of the dead guy’s hip and held it in both hands even though it was too heavy for me. I didn’t know what I would do with it, I just knew I needed it just in case and when I looked up, El Blanca was calm and watching me from across the seat.

“Now,”he said, with a little blood dripping from his lip,“you understand.”

I blinked back the tears and slowly nodded my head. I followed his lead ever since and never questioned him again.

“You want some water? Tone asked snapping me from my thoughts. I shook my head ‘no’ although my throat was as dry as cotton. I couldn’t stop thinking about my uncle. I had never questioned him ever again up until now. Did I truly want to go back? I simply did not want to. I wanted freedom here in Miami and if I could get close to Dom, he could be the man that I need in my life and live happily ever after. I just had to be smart about it.

The moment that bedroom door closed behind us, I felt the heat come in with us and a silence filled the thick ass air. It was straight pressure and wasn’t shit peaceful right now and the look in Carmen’s eyes said it all. She wasn’t fuckin’ with me right now. At first, Carmen didn’t speak, she just blankly glared at me like she didn’t even want to be lookin’ at me at all, just in total disbelief or somethin’. She moved to the dresser and leaned against it with her arms crossed like she was holdin’ herself together with that one stance.

I stayed by the door for a second, just watchin’ her from a distance. I already knew what the issue was which is why I didn’t have time for feelings and shit. We didn’t have time for the fuck shit in our world. Her entire body was stiff, but her jaw twitched every few seconds like she was tryin’ to bite down on her inner cheek to stop from sayin’ somethin’ or maybe she was just tryin’ to gather her words as she began grindin’ her teeth. She ain’t yell and wasn’t the dramatic type so I didn’t have to worry ‘bout nobody on the other side of the door in my business. She was cold when she needed to be just like me and sometimes that shit yelled louder than a punch.

“I didn’t say a word in the truck,” she finally said, in a low tone, “because that wasn’t the time.” Her voice was spittin’ venom like a fuckin’ snake. “But now? It’s just us… so I’m gonna say it.”

I exhaled and stepped closer, slowly pullin’ my hoodie over my head with my chest still slightly pumpin’ with adrenaline underneath my wife beater tank. “Go ahead,” I said.

“You saved her first,” she replied, looking over her shoulder now with her eyes focused. Although she had a slight scratch on her face, no makeup was outta place, but the expression on her face made me feel as though she looked at me as pure betrayal and I didn’t like that shit.

“I didn’t leave you,” I replied, tellin’ her the God honest truth. Any other time, I wouldn’t have entertained this conversation from no female. I didn’t give a fuck who it was, I just simply didn’t like explainin’ myself especially when I’m a muhfucka who did what I wanted and moved how I wanted.

“You didn’t stay either,” she hissed, but I could hear the hurt behind her words.

I paused and stared at her long and hard allowing the silence to answer for me before I walked across the room and leaned against the wall by the window while adjusting my Glock. “You know that ain’t what it was Carmen.”

“Then explain it to me like I’m not the one who was bleeding and shooting while you ran her out like some fucking princess in a video game,” she snapped. “I watched you take her first Dom… tell me I’m lying like I didn’t see what I saw?”

I clenched my jaws and took a deep breath. “If I let Victoria get hit, El Blanca woulda had every excuse to put a bullet in my head and take everything from us. From me, from you, from O’Shynn and Dique… from Royal Enterprises.” I continued to glare in her eyes lookin’ steady and direct. “She’s not just his niece. She’s a fuckin’ chess piece and Blanca the kind of muhfucka that cries at the funeral of the pawn he sacrificed.” I explained although Carmen didn’t really need me to. She understood this game, but just like I said, women let their emotions get in the way. Carmen’s expression didn’t change, but I could see the gears in her mind calmin’ down and shiftin’. “I pulled her first because I needed to keep us covered,” I continued. “I didn’t run off. I didn’t leave you. I made sure she was in that truck, and I came right back for you.” I continued as Carmen slowly blinked while listenin’. “Youknowhow to shoot. Youknowhow to move. You been killin’ for the cause since the IRS was still paper-filin’ cases. Don’t act like I put you second.”

She turned away from me and placed her hands firm on the dresser. Then her voice dropped as she began to speak with a hurtful tone but still composed herself. “I’m not even mad you saved her first, Dom,” she finally admitted. “I’m mad that for a second, I wondered if you’d come back for me.”

My throat slightly tightened.Fuck! That shit hit different,I thought to myself.I didn’t let shit move me, but her words did. Under no circumstances would I ever not come back for Carmen. I realized for the first time, that I was truly startin’ to feel what a husband were supposed to feel for his wife if it were real and I couldn’t say I enjoyed it. I didn’t like it, but I had to be honest with her in this moment and give her the raw truth instead of actin’ like I didn’t give a fuck. “I did come,” I said. “And I would again a million fuckin’ times if I had to Carmen.”

The deafening silence between us this time was odd while we processed our thoughts with shit neither one of us knew how to say right now. “I know we said we wouldn’t cross the line,” she finally said breaking the silence. “That this was about focus, and structure, and moving clean...”

I cut her off, “But this line?” I said walkin’ toward her, “been crossed since the day I handed you keys to your own penthouse and signed that paperwork bondin’ us for life before you put that pussy on me, and ain’t no way you think I’m givin’ that up.”

She looked up at me and that was it ‘cause it wasn’t no more words and not shit else that needed to be said. I kissed her like I was tryin’ to convince her and punish myself at the same time. Carmen’s full lips felt good as fuck as our warm tongues danced around each other’s mouths before I began to gently suck on hers. Her soft hands roamed my ripped, heavily tattooed arms as her nails gently scraped my stomach as I spun her around and bent her over the dresser.

This shit was about all the things we couldn’t and shouldn’t say, which brought on the raw emotions of frustration. The way Carmen stepped out of her clothes and perfectly arched her back turned me on. I could smell the scent of sweetness with a slight hint of musk comin’ from her wet pussy. I had never seen a female so wet, her shit was already drippin’ down the insides of her thighs in anticipation, or maybe she just wanted me that bad. Her hand gripped the dresser as she tossed her head back allowin’ me to fill her up. The minute she felt my dick, she gasped.

“Ssss oh shittttt,” she moaned.

I worked every muscle in my six pack with both hands placed her on hips pulling her back into my strokes as our bare skin smacked.

“Fuckkk,” I groaned feelin’ like my fuckin’ knees wanted to buckle. “You gotta know you got some good ass pussy wifey. Goddamn.”

I fucked the shit out of Carmen like I was tryin’ to mark my territory while watching her head bobble back and forth while tryin’ to muffle her moans. Her cheeks turned blush red as she bit her bottom lips. The harder I stroked, the louder she became prompting me to wrap my hand over her mouth and nibble on her ear lobe. “Shhhh, take this dick.” I demanded feelin’ her tryin’ to run a little when I stood up in it rockin’ my hips side to side. I used one hand and slapped her ass cheek causin’ it to jiggle.

“Mmmm,” she let out a muffled moan. Carmen’s eyes started rollin’ in the back of her head.

I bit my bottom lip and placed my hand on the back of her neck forcin’ her away from the dresser and makin’ her lean over and touch her toes. I watched her feet grip into the plush carpet trying desperately to keep her balance, but she was grabbin’ her ankles like a pro. That’s what the fuck I was talkin’ about. “That’s right, don’t run from me… you still mad?” I quizzed slightly cockin’ my head to the side while strokin’ her. Every time I pulled back a little, I could see my shit glistenin’ with juices.

“I love you Dommm….” She hissed soundin’ like music to my ears. I know she wanted me to say it back and I wanted to… I just simply couldn’t. Carmen could tell through my actions what time it was, she’s the one that convinced herself she was just a visa out here. Every stroke was a confession I couldn’t say out loud. I felt that feelin’ from the tip of my toes to the very tip of my dick.

“Cum wit’ me, cum all over this dick.” I ordered. And just like that, I was droppin’ my seeds in her sweetest spot. Carmen orgasmed so hard, her shit started squirtin’ and I had to loop my arm around her stomach so she could keep her balance instead of bucklin’ on the floor. When it ended, we were both breathin' hard as fuck with perspiration all over our skin. When she finally caught her breath, she slowly turned around, with her soft eyes focused. Instead of speakin’ I nodded my head towards the master suite bathroom so she could follow me. We were covered with specs of blood, dirt, war wounds, and now sex.

Without hesitation, she joined me in the shower. I made sure to run the water warm enough for us both. This would be the first time we ever showered together. “We good now?” I asked watching the water plummet her skin. I ran my finger across the scratch on her face. I ain’t like that shit.

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