“What’s this thing you need to show me?” she asks curtly as she sits on the edge of the bed and grips the side of the mattress. In a weird way, she looks like a hyena, perched and ready to strike at a moment’s notice. That’s when I decide it’s best to get this show on the road.
“How much time do you think we have?” I ask thoughtfully.
“Time?” she echoes curiously.
“Yeah, before Cankle shows up again.”
“I don’t know. He should be okay in this territory, though. There aren’t many enemies here that I’m aware of.”
I roll my eyes.
“Enemies everywhere,” I grumble as I walk over to the closet and lean down to flip the lid on my favorite trunk. I reach in and push a couple of things aside until I find the neatly placed jar that I’m looking for, then take a deep breath.
If anything gets a reaction out of her, this should definitely be it.
“Anyway, here.”
I hold the jar out to her, and she sighs as she gets to her feet and walks over to me.
Raising an eyebrow she peers closely at it before her eyes widen and she takes a step back.
“Is that—”
“Your favorite pussy? Yeah. Figured the next time I saw you, you might still be into it.”
She holds her hand out for the jar, and I pass it over, completely confused as to why shock hasn’t set in. Or even revulsion, because honestly, had someone handed me pussy in a jar, I’d probably rocket vomit all over them.
But instead, Sofi looks somewhat intrigued, and it gives me an idea.
“Here, gimme,” I tell her reaching for the jar. It takes a bit of tugging to get her to let it go and I laugh when she finally does. “Okay, so … I wanna try something.”
She nods curiously as she turns to face me, and I place the jar on the bed. Taking a deep breath, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it on the floor. Next is my pants, then my skivvies. I sit on the edge of the bed and twist the cap off the jar, extract the carefully carved and preserved vulva, then slap it against my thigh a few times to dry it off as best as I can.
“What are you—”
“Hold on,” I cut her off as I lie on my side, then get comfortable on my back and slip the vulva around my flaccid dick. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“I don’t want your fucking cock, cabrón,” she snarls at me, and I smirk.
“Listen, if I was even remotely turned on by you, I would have already been hard by now. I just wanna see what you’ve got when it comes to eating pussy and this is the easiest way for me to see if your skills are better than mine. Totally not a trick to fuck you.”
Even though you promised, I finish to myself as I clasp my hands behind my neck.
“What’s wrong? The big, bad Cartel Princess can’t handle a little severed pussy?”
Sofi stares daggers at me and I bite back another smirk. She’s easily baited, but it’s not a trick to fuck her. At least, not this time.
“No?” I say as I prop myself up on my elbows. “And here I thought you were made of tough shit.”
“I don’t have to prove anything to you,” she insists stubbornly.
“That’s true. However, if you’re going to be Mrs. Larson, then I’m going to need to see who’s the better pussy eater. I’m willing to up my game if I have to. Come on; this is more for your benefit than it is for mine.”
The look of sheer outrage on her face makes me almost laugh out loud. Yeah, life with her may not be chock full of sexual adventures between us but pushing her buttons will be enough to get me by most days.
“Well, if you’re too chicken to show me what you’ve got …”
I sit up and reach down for the damp vulva, gently beginning to pull it around my dick, when the edge of the bed creaks.
“No one finds out about this,” she warns me as I look up at her.
“Scout’s honor,” I promise as I lie back and get comfortable again. She takes a deep breath as she reaches back and reties her ponytail, then looks down at my wear-a-pussy.
Taking a deep breath, she leans down and gently licks the clit. I made sure to preserve that most of all because hells bells, that’s where all of the sensation is on a chick.
“You don’t use your hands when you’re—”
The look she gives me shuts me up instantly. Sometimes, talking too much gets me into trouble, but this time, it’ll get me out of something else.
With a smile, I tilt my head and let her get back to work.
I do my best to not react the moment her tongue touches my shaft. I know she didn’t do it on purpose, but the gentle flicking is starting to provide me with a problem.
If I get hard, she’ll more than likely stop. If I don’t, she’ll more than likely wonder if something is wrong.
It’s a catch-22 and I need to figure out which direction to throw it back in and fast.
“Not bad,” I tell her, my breathing becoming hitched. “But is that all you can do?”
She doesn’t look up at me, instead, she flattens her tongue and trails it up and down the lips of the pussy, knowing good and goddamn well that she’s licking my cock at the same time.
I take a deep breath as I lean back against the pillows and put my hands on my face. I’m trying so goddamn hard to control myself right now that—
“What the fuck.”
Sofi slips a finger between my ass and gently begins working the tip until she’s able to slide it in. I’m absolutely uncomfortable right now, but when she moves her lips toward the head of my dick and takes it into her mouth, I have a feeling that she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Can you just—”
“Shut up, cabrón,” she orders me in a thick tone, and I blow out my breath.
I’m literally at her mercy right now and if I piss her off, there’s nothing to stop her from ripping me open.
I open my eyes and gasp when she begins to trail her tongue up and down my shaft. I glance down at her and grin when I see that ass of hers is high up in the air, then grunt again when she starts to finger my asshole. She’s gentle with it at first, attempting to keep my mind off it as she begins to move her head up and down, sucking my dick like it’s the last one on earth.
The weird thing is that it’s actually starting to feel good which I never thought would happen since that’s always been my no go zone.
I decide it’s just best to go with it.
Especially since I seem to be coming out on top now…so to speak.
I reach down and place a hand on the back of her head, which she promptly slaps away, then goes back to moving her mouth expertly up and down my length. The way she pulls off, her lips making a greedy, popping sound each and every time, is driving me fucking wild.
I can feel myself getting close to coming, and when she realizes it, she stops.
Just like that.
She smirks at me and shakes her head, “Not gonna be that easy, Gringo.”
Sofi slides off the end of the bed and stretches her arms over her head before she walks out of the room. A moment later I hear the sink faucet come to life and I sigh heavily, my hands slamming against the mattress.
Today is going to suck since I’m going to have to deal with blue balls.
But at the very least, it’s nice to know that a little bit of pussy can get the Cartel Princess on her knees.
To be continued, I think with a chuckle as I get up and start to get dressed.
Chapter Twelve
We’ve been sitting on the porch steps for about thirty minutes, and there’s been no sign of Cankle.
“Can we go?” I ask her impatiently. “I’ll leave the door unlocked. He knows where I live, he’ll be able to wait inside.”
“I don’t want to leave without him,” Sofi insists stubbornly as she shakes her head.
That’s a major part of why we’ve spent thirty minutes baking in the fucking sun. Me, trying to convince her that he’s a big boy, and her refusing to believe it.
“Alright, w
hat if I go tell my neighbors to watch out for him? They don’t have anything else to do if you can’t tell by looking around. I’m sure they’ll be more than willing to give him water, or a pillow to prop his ankle up on until we get back,” I barter as calmly as I can.
My patience is starting to wear thin, but I want to get this show on the road if I’m expected to do what needs to be done. Sitting around arguing isn’t going to get shit done.
Sofi gets to her feet, kicks the stair she’s been resting them on, and looks up at the afternoon sky. I’m ready to rip my goddamn hair out and think of another reason why we should leave when she finally nods.
I cup my hands over my mouth and shout for the neighbor that lives to the right of me, “Romero!”
He opens his door immediately and steps out onto his porch. I always did like him, but he’s too fucking nosy for his own good. Still, he’s great to talk to and has all of the neighborhood gossip ready to go. Even when I don’t want to hear it.
“Hola!” he greets us brightly with a wave, and I nudge Sofi when she glares at him.
“He’s a good guy, you just have to get to know him,” I tell her softly before I walk down the steps and make my way over to him.
“What’s up?” he asks me cheerfully when I place a foot on the bottom step of his home.
“We have to get going but we came with a third person. I have no idea why he isn’t back yet, but if you see him can you take him in? If not, I’ll leave my place unlocked and you can send him in.”
“Sure, man. What’s he look like?” Romero asks, enthusiastically.
“Um, about this tall,” I say, gesturing with my hand, “Looks constantly pissed off; he’s on crutches so you can’t miss him, since I’ll bet anything he’s going to make a beeline for my place,” I finish with a laugh.
He nods and glances at Sofi before looking at me again, “Finally got yourself a girlfriend?”
I know he’s only asking to spread it like wildfire, so I think it’ll be fun to throw fuel on the impending bonfire.
“Nope. Got myself a wife. To be, anyway. I just gotta take care of some shit, then I’ll probably be moving out of the neighborhood after the impending nuptials.”
“Congratulations, brother,” he says holding out a hand to me. After a quick shake, he looks a little sad. “I’ll definitely miss shooting the shit with you.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. Just cause I’m getting out of here, doesn’t mean I’ll forget my friends,” I promise him with a smile.
He nods again and shrugs. “Well, I’ll keep an eye out for your friend and make sure he’s taken care of until you get back.”
“Thanks, Romero. We shouldn’t be more than a couple of hours, tops. Anything I can get for you while we’re out?” I ask as I take my foot off his step and reach into my pocket for my car keys.
“No,” he says thoughtfully after a moment. “Just be careful. That girl looks familiar to me for some reason, but I can’t place her right now.”
If only you knew, I think wryly as I give him a wave and walk away from his house.
When I reach the small walkway of my house, I find Sofi standing at the bottom of the stairs and looking at Romero through narrowed eyes.
“Is that your standard greeting?” I tease her.
“What?” she asks, not looking away from him.
“Well, that’s exactly how you looked at me the first time we met,” I remind her, jingling the keys near her ear to get her attention.
Sofi sucks her teeth as she finally turns away from him and shrugs without looking at me.
“He looks familiar.”
I begin to chew the inside of my mouth thoughtfully as she makes her way toward the car and slides into the passenger seat.
Romero said almost the same thing about her.
With a sigh, I shake my head as I make my way to my car and get in.
Another puzzle to solve, and there’s no time to worry about it. At least, not yet.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” I say to Sofi after I’ve pulled on to SIN 280.
“Around,” she answers tiredly.
“What?” I inquire, stealing a glance at her.
“You were going to ask me where I know him from right? Around.”
“Uh, no,” I say with a chuckle.
“Then what is it?”
I don’t think she means to sound as snappy as she does considering this has already been a long enough day for the both of us, so I do my best to not take offense to it.
“I was just wondering why you were so comfortable with the tear-away cunt.”
Sofi looks over at me with an amused smile on her lips. Her eyes even look a little brighter and I feel like I’m going to be let in on some major secret in her life.
“Have you ever killed someone?” I open my mouth to answer her, but she rests a hand on my forearm and continues. “Rhetorical question. I’ve already seen how you kill. The point is, I’ve been a killer for longer than you would probably believe. I’ve seen worse than that what you had in that jar, and honestly, I know I’m better at eating pussy than you are. You just needed it proven to you.”
I roll my eyes as I lower the window and rest an elbow on the pane. She’s not bad at it, but she’s not as skilled with her tongue as I am and we both know it.
“Right,” I reply in a deadpan tone.
Sofi grins as she lets go of my arm and pulls her legs up beneath her in the seat. “Feeling a little down, Gringo?”
“No, little girl,” I retort a decibel louder than I mean to. Clearing my throat, I try it again, “No. You’re not bad with your mouth, but I’ve had better. Can’t speak for females of course, cause I didn’t feel a fucking thing while you were playing clit hockey.”
“Oh? Your dick told me otherwise,” she replies smugly.
“Don’t know much about men, do you?” I ask with a smirk as I steal another glance at her. “It takes next to nothing to get us hard; keeping us interested after some mediocre head? Now that’s a different story. Think you have it in you?”
“I like you a hell of a lot better when you’re fucking quiet,” she barks as she turns her attention back toward the highway in front of us.
“I bet,” I say with a laugh. “But maybe if you told me where the fuck we were going instead of just telling me to get on the highway, I would be more than willing to make the rest of this trip in silence.”
“Bachimeto.”
I nod as I shift slightly in my seat. It’ll take another forty or so minutes to get there, and I’ll keep quiet until I see a sign for the town.
Then we’ll have to start talking to each other again regardless of whether we both want to or not.
I let out a breath as I watch the road. I’m almost sure that the dolly said that Bachimeto is the place she calls home.
Another piece of the puzzle to play with later, I think as I rub my eyes.
I glance over at Sofi who’s watching the world move through her window, and bite back a sigh.
I’ve been wondering where the hell Raiza is since I woke up. The wishful thinker in me hopes she’s back home, far away from the murder squad, but the common sense in me tells me she’s probably somewhere still on their property.
Alive?
Dead?
In any scenario that plays out in my head, death would be the better option for her. Because even though I know I won’t lay a hand on her in anger, I can’t say the same for the rest of the men there.
Except for Pops, maybe.
He doesn’t strike me as the kind of man who would strike a woman, either. I think that’s why I like him more than I should. In a weird way, he reminds me of myself.
Good head on his shoulders.
An internal, emotional wreck.
Loves his daughter.
I blink rapidly a few times.
There’s no way in hell that I can agree with the last one. I mean, Sofi is a beautiful girl and I’ll do anything I can to keep her safe until she holds up
her end of the bargain, but I … I mean, when she’s not trying to kill me or beat me into the ground, I guess she’s okay.
I’m spending too much time with the murder squad. I’m starting to fall in line with the Sofi worship bullshit, all because Daddy says so, I think irritably.
I reason that part of my mixed feelings is because I know we’re supposed to get married. Neither of us have a say in it, but marriage isn’t always between two people who love each other. Hell, sometimes, it’s not even between two people who tolerate each other.
It could also be my need to see if something can exist between two people who have sworn their lives to each other that isn’t discontent and anger. My parents really soured me on the idea of spending the rest of my life with one person, but when you’ve got the cartel on your back to make it happen, then ‘no’ isn’t really an option.
I’ll just do my best to make her happy, keep her swimming in all the pussy she can eat, and tell myself that watching is better than nothing.
Who knows? Maybe I’ll find out one day that I love her after all, and that maybe she’ll love me too.
Even if it’s just a friendly kind of love.
I put the thought of my mind.
I’m on a recon mission and I have to keep my focus on what counts right now. No matter how much I try to throw it away for the time being it just gnaws at me.
She reaches over and taps my thigh, mercifully putting me out of the emotional misery I lost myself in. I glance over at her. Sofi nods toward the windshield and I put my signal on.
Wondering about the simple things in life made the time go by much faster than I realized, and the next exit is ours.
“Remember,” she says as she uncurls her legs and rubs her hands together, “I’m not entirely sure he’ll be here. It’s just the last place I saw him.”
I sit up as I grip the steering wheel a little tighter and switch lanes. She’s turning into someone else that I haven’t been privy to seeing yet, which is her true murderous self in all of her full glory.
“Alright,” I say as I drive us down the ramp, “This is where I’m going to start needing directions.”
“Just go to the town center; if there’s any bullshit happening around this place, we’ll find it there.”
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