Page 48 of El Malo

Is this how my mother felt when she got wrapped up with my father? My mom was good and gentle. My father was a crazy gangster who somehow hooked my mother. I was made from love. Despite everything my father was into, he loved my mother.

My heart aches as I slip into the hotel. I go through my usual checks and find myself standing in front of the same hotel room as last time. I’m nervous. What if Michael can tell how far I’ve slipped in just a week’s time? Swiping my palms on my light pink summer dress, I try to steady my nerves. Oddly enough, when I touch the dainty diamond bracelet Javier gave me, it calms me.

This morning, he spent the early hours lazily kissing me between my thighs. I’d come several times until I was too sensitive to take it anymore. Then, he just held me down and forced one more orgasm on me before sliding his cock into me. I’d been so dizzied and addicted to him I nearly decided to forgo coming to see Michael.

“If you don’t show up, we’ll assume you’ve been made. We’ll be forced to come for you.”

The very thought of agents busting into Javier’s home, scaring little Emiliano, had me dragging out of bed with new resolve. The fact I was more concerned about the Estradas than my duties had me snapping out of it.

I have a job.

I need to remember that.

The door opens before I have a chance to knock and Michael stands there not wearing a shirt. My eyes, of their own accord, drag down his newly formed man-boobs and rounded stomach. He’s only wearing boxers and his hair is disheveled. His breath reeks of alcohol and his eyes are bloodshot.

“You look like a fucking whore,” he sneers, his eyes raking over my breasts through my shirt. “Is his cum still running out of you?”

I gasp in shock. After a week of being Javier’s queen, I’m stunned at being spoken to so rudely. “Excuse me?”

“Just get inside, Daza,” he snaps.

Glowering at him, I push past him. Saying my last name where others could hear is reckless. I waltz inside and eye the space with disgust. I can’t believe I was deluded into thinking we had something. Looking back, he just used me for sex. We didn’t talk about anything. All I did was hang on his every word while he fucked prostitutes between our visits.

He’s disgusting.

I pick up a folder from the table, but it gets torn from my grip by Michael and shoved in his messenger bag.

“Classified,” he barks. He picks up a bottle of tequila and twists the cap. “What do you want?”

Letting out a sigh, I walk over to the bed and sit down on the edge. “I’m here to give you an update. Like always. It’s Saturday.”

“No shit?” he asks. “I thought you’d run off into the sunset with that fucker. You’re clearly sleeping with him. That much was evident when I saw you with him.”

“You told me to,” I snap back, my fire brimming to the surface. “You said get close to him.”

“You got close all right,” he says as he scratches his balls through his boxers. “Does he make you squeal like a pig, Daza?”

“You’re an asshole when you’re drunk. I’m not putting up with this,” I bite at him as I rise. “Tell Stokes I’ll meet with him via video conference next week. I’ll inform him of my updates.”

As I walk past him, he grabs my bicep, his strong fingers bruising my flesh. “No.”

“Yes,” I hiss at him. “Let me go or I’ll report this. I’ll report all of this.”

He shoves me away from him and I fall to my ass on his bed, the mattress springs squeaking in protest. “You’re not reporting shit.”

I start to rise again when he swings his half-full bottle of tequila at me. It makes contact with the side of my forehead with a loud thunk. I crumple to the bed, my vision blacking out. Blinking away my daze, I rub at the painful spot on my head.

“Michael,” I croak out. “You hit me.”

I try to sit up when his fist cracks against my jaw. I’ve never been so brutally hit before in my entire life. Pain so intense explodes across my face. I start to crawl away, but his fingers bite into my thigh and he drags me down the bed.

“No,” I mutter out. “Stop.”

Everything goes black for a moment and then I blink open my eyes again. I’m jolted awake when my panties get jerked down my thighs.

“Michael,” I cry out. “Stop!”

His knee comes between my thighs and he overpowers me as he pries me apart. I can hear the sound of the foil of a condom ripping.

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