Page 58 of Blood Spilled
I pull up in front of a wooden cabin and Santiago steps out of the car. “I’ll be back. Keep the car running.” He grabs the urn and heads down the hill toward the back of the cabin. I rest my head against the seat, watching the road. It doesn’t take Santiago long to return and when he does, he still has the gold urn in his hands.
“You should have smashed it and left it behind. We don’t need it anymore.”
Smiling smugly, he places the urn between my legs and opens the top. “But we do need this.”
Staring down into the urn renders me speechless. It’s money, lots of it. He pushes my leg out of the way and presses the button to open the trunk. “Since you seem to be frozen in place, I’ll go ahead and get the rest of it myself.”
He pulls out a few empty bags from one of his suitcases and runs back down the hill. That sneaky son of a bitch had known where the money was this whole time. I set the urn on the seat and follow behind him, ready to make him pay for lying.
Epilogue
Santiago
Six months later
I spend the first part of the morning under Angel's desk as nothing more than his designated cock warmer. The whole time he has a meeting with his men in his office, they have no idea I'm even in the room. They all stand around going over numbers and new contacts while I remain nestled between Angel's thighs with his cock resting between my lips. Sometimes he does it after fucking me on his desk and sometimes before. We both needed it today.
The stresses of our daily lives can get the best of us and we needed a release that didn't involve sex. He prefers me there with him during most meetings and sometimes I just want to feel needed and safe.
The soft caresses of his fingers going through my hair settles the rage that constantly runs through me, making me feel at complete ease.
I close my eyes, humming softly and nuzzling my nose into his pubic hair. He smells of fresh soap and musk. I get lost in his scent and the connection between us. These moments we share sometimes feel more intimate than anything else we do together and having people in the room during it sends a rush through me.
Angel continues to talk, and I am no longer listening to anything anyone else is saying. I focus on the smoothness of his voice, allowing myself to slip away. I open my eyes and release my mouth from Angel's cock when he rubs his fingers over my neck.
“Hey there, little mouse. Have a nice little nap? Everyone's gone now. I need to go check on a few things at the warehouse out back. You able to drop by the hotel for me? Apparently, there's a problem there and I think you can handle it much better than I can.”
I stare up at him nodding. “Yes, I can do that. Problem with the whores again?”
He laughs. “Something like that. Apparently one of them has been stealing from us.”
He pushes back in his chair, zipping up his pants. By the time I stand up, he is already walking out the door. “I'll see you at dinner time, mi mascota.”
When he leaves, I straighten out my suit and grab my phone off my desk. One of my guys is already waiting for me outside when I step onto the porch. I have some things I must do before leaving to take care of business.
“I'll be right out there Ricky, I just have to feed my dog first. It gets pretty violent when I don't.”
I hurry back inside the house, walking toward the kitchen humming a tune I heard once when I was a child. I pick up the silver bowl from the counter and head downstairs to thebasement still humming. “It's supper time. After all, you are still family. I can't let my own flesh and blood starve, can I?”
My mother stares up at me from her cage, making muffled sounds against her gag. I open the cage and remove the red cloth from her mouth.
Luckily, she no longer tries to bite me. I'm not sure if she's given up or waiting for what she thinks might be the right moment.
“And don't worry, no need to respond. I know it's not easy to talk when you're missing most of your tongue. I like to think of myself as a sympathetic man.”
I set the bowl inside the cage and close it, smiling down at the old beans and rice covered in maggots. “Mmmm, bon appétit. Make sure to eat every bit of that too, you are looking thinner with every passing day. I can't have you starving yourself. You did give me life after all, and I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for you. The least I can do is make sure you live long enough to watch your own son thriving.”
I spin around the windchime hanging above her cage, with pieces of Bobby attached to it. I added a few of his fingers this morning sent by mail from Gabriel. Singing my favorite childhood lullaby completely out of tune, I walk back up the stairs. When Angel and I first came here, we left my mom behind and had her brought here a month after we got settled in.
Our relationship isn't known to anyone outside our family. Angel never stayed in one place for too long, so no one batted an eye when he randomly decided to leave. No one here knows my real name or who I was before. I'm only known as S or Angel's nickname for me, mouse. Which most people feel suits me since I'm so soft spoken.
I walk back outside in the hot sun. I always wear a suit no matter the temperature. Angel always gives me a hard time about it, but there isn't much we don't give each other a hardtime for. I slide into the passenger side and Ricky starts the car, pulling onto the road. “Take me to El Hotel de Dulces Sueños.”
“Yes, boss.”
I didn't think being called that name would be something I'd miss, and it wasn't really, the power it gave me is nothing like the power Angel gives me. Nothing ever is, but it still felt good to have that title. Here it didn't mean the same as before. I don’t do these things for someone else. I do them for myself, right beside the man who is the best mixture of heaven and hell.
We reach the resort and I step out of the vehicle, walking through the doors with confidence in my steps. I smile at the receptionist, and she immediately knows who I am. She picks up the phone letting her manager know I'm here. He steps out from the back with a look of fear in his eyes. “I'm sorry, boss. I don't know how this could have happened. It shouldn't have.”
