Page 7 of Bad Blood
I laugh again and we grab two shots of tequila. We don’t go back to the dance floor, but instead, continue to people watch and drink until we can barely stand. I call for my car and give my very drunk cousin a ride home since she drove herself out tonight. I knew better. I came out tonight with one intention and that was to forget everything. When I walked into the house, everything’s dark, but there’s enough light from the outside lights to show a dark figure sitting in one of the chairs on the foyer. “Have a good time?”
I swallow hard and continue to walk toward the stairs. “Yes. I’m tired and think I’ll go to bed soon.”
“Good, don’t forget about the lunch we are attending tomorrow. These are very important people. We need to make a good impression.”
How could I ever forget? I freeze on the second step but still refuse to glance in his direction. “Don’t we always?”
He releases a deep chuckle that chills me to the bone. He’s drunk and angry and those are never good mixes. He has been drinking more than usual and sitting alone in the dark. Things must be worse than he leads on.
“Goodnight, Mateo.”
The sound of ice clinks against his glass and I hurry up the stairs, shutting my door and locking it. Not that he will come up here, he never does. I reach in my pockets searching for notes that aren’t there before tossing my clothes to the ground. I didn’t plan on giving the stranger that note. I didn’t think I’d ever see him again. I sensed danger on him, but it excited me more than it scared me. When he grabbed my neck and roughly handled my body against the car, I wanted more. My hard cock throbs against my underwear as I lay in bed. My bottom lip slips between my teeth as my hand slips down my stomach and past my underwear. I close my eyes and imagine it’s the stranger’s hand tugging and pulling on my erection. I release a silent moan when my thumb slides over my slit. I yank down the waistband and my hard length jolts toward my stomach leaving behind drops of pre cum on my skin.
The air in the room is cool around my skin and is soon replaced by the warmth of the strangers hand. His fingers move quicker against my velvet layer and I bend my knees, laying my feet flat on the bed, thrusting my hips upward. I continue to fuck into his fist while his free hand teases my nipples. My breathing increases and my stomach pulls tight. My teeth press tighter against my lower lip to keep me from screaming when my orgasm hits me stronger than it ever has.
Warm cum covers my stomach and I imagine him gathering it up in his fingers and feeding it to me. How full my mouth would be with his thick digits shoved inside, as I suck and lick them clean. Those last thoughts nearly have me growing hard again. I get cleaned up and throw myself back into bed, pulling the cool sheets over my body. I smile widely, completely sated and satisfied. Too bad it wasn’t really the stranger’s hands touching me instead of my own. This time when I close my eyes, I don’t open them again until the bright sun invades my window and forces them open. Another day, another brunch, and another reminder of me being trapped in a life I hate.
8
Gabriel
Idrive by his house many times, watching him the way I usually do, but none of the moments are right, or maybe I don’t want them to be. Nothing scared me, but the way Mateo affected my body and mind has me questioning who was getting revenge on who.
Mateo had no idea who I was, and I wasn’t ready to reveal that secret. I pull up in front of one of the bars where I usually meet people for business. When I walk inside, a man in a blue beanie and black hoodie is sitting at one of the tables in the back with a beer in hand. He holds up his hand as if I didn’t already figure out who he was. He’s the man who is about to help me fuck up Miguel Jueventino’s day. “Did you bring it?” he asks, fidgeting in his seat.
I nod, pulling out a wad of cash from the pocket of my jacket. It slides across the table into his hands. “This is only half. You get the rest when the job has been completed.”
He glances around the bar, yanking his hat further down his head as if it’s some invisible cloak. “Okay. And if this gets back to me, no harm comes to my family?”
“I’ll make sure of it.”
“And you’ll make sure they get the money.”
“It’s a promise. As long as you finish the job, the money is as good as yours. We still good?”
He nods again, releasing a deep sigh. “Yes, consider it done. Tonight is when we are supposed to move the next shipment. I’ll make sure it’s done then.”
I nod, leaning back in my chair. “Good. I guess you better get going then. You’ve got a long night ahead of you. Text me letting me know it’s done.”
He nods one last time before sliding out of his seat. He never stops glancing around with paranoia written all over his pale face and I don’t blame him.
The things we do for our family.I stand up, straightening out my clothes and a voice has me spinning around. “I brought the package you asked for, boss. I slipped it in the man’s car like you asked me too. Plenty of fentanyl to go around.” Trey, my main runner, stands in front of me fearless and full of confidence. It’s the main reason he’s worked for me for so long.
“Good, did anyone see you?”
He shakes his head, with a smug expression. “Nope, got in and out without any issues. I just needed the perfect distraction.”
The only downfall is sometimes he was a cocky bastard, but he was still the best man for the job. Trey always got things done. He got in and out, almost as if he was never there to begin with. I wasn’t going to even ask what his distraction was. There are some things I didn’t care to know. He did exactly what I asked and that’s what mattered. “Good.”
I glance around the empty bar and slip a note into his pocket. “Make sure Miguel Jueventino gets the letter tomorrow.”
In the letter were the last words he told my father, “I win, it’s what I do. In the end I’ll always win.”
Only he isn’t the person saying them now. Tonight the heroin expected to be delivered to all of Miguel’s dealers will have a lovely surprise added to it. One big enough to ruin business for many. The next few days were going to be a living nightmare for him and the words in my letter will sit in his head while he watches his world fall apart around him. This was only the beginning. Not only did I plan to tamper with his drugs and make them worthless, I would do the same to his beloved son.
I step back out into the bright sun, pulling my shades over my squinting eyes. The heat felt good on my face after sitting in the cold bar for an hour. My phone goes off as I slip into my car. The message is from the nervous man from a bit ago. He must have opened the box waiting for him in his car.
Teo: Are you sure you want me to do this.
