Surreptitious

by Michelle Brown

  Surreptitious

  La Asesina Bonita Novella

  Michelle Brown

  Copyright © 2018 by Michelle Brown

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  ISBN: 978-1725146969

  ASIN: B07GBJ5HQV

  Published: Michelle Brown

  Cover Art: Danielle Dickson of Vixen Designs

  Interior Formatting: Abigail Davies of Pink Elephant Designs

  Contents

  1. Roman

  2. Roman

  3. Roman

  4. Roman

  5. Roman

  6. Martin

  7. Roman

  8. Roman

  9. Roman

  10. Roman

  11. Martin

  12. Roman

  13. Roman

  14. Roman

  15. Roman

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Connect

  Also by Michelle Brown

  1

  Roman

  Surreptitious: kept secret, especially because it would not be approved of

  I know that being bisexual is the norm for most of the world now; it hasn't ever been in mine though. I keep my secrets, and others keep theirs. The only person who knew is dead. No, it wasn't at my hand. Ricardo Velasquez was my best friend and my boss, he only knew because someone else found out. That was an odd conversation, but it wasn't that big of a deal to him. Some little shit saw me leaving the club with a man and thought he would take my place by ratting me out to Ricardo. He didn't live long enough to tell anyone else.

  The light snoring coming from my bedroom brings me crashing back to reality. Amy is laying in my king size bed while I'm sprawled out on my couch. I need sex. I haven't had anyone in my home for a long time. The only reason I do now is because Rosalina and Anthony are married. The house may be huge, but nothing is big enough for me to want to be in the same house as Rosalina while they christen every inch of that house. I was there when she was born, I even changed her diapers. No matter how grown she is, I still see her as the little girl I watched run around with her cousin Amalia.

  Planting my feet on the hardwood floor, I scrub my hands down my face. I need to get out of this house. Plucking my phone off the glass coffee table, I scroll until I find the number I need.

  "Ven a mi casa ahora."

  Tapping the small end icon, I throw it down before I remember a woman is sleeping. Shit. I still, listening for any sound that she woke up. Pulling on my black slacks, I creep into my room for a change of clothes and see her sleeping. Grabbing a black shirt and dark jeans, I back out of the room shutting the door behind me. Done. Not like I have many colors to choose from, being the second in command to the Mexican mafia means I need to blend in and the dark colors hide blood easier than white.

  Walking into the bathroom, I turn the shower as hot as I can stand it while I wait for Mateo to arrive. I hear the lock turning, and his voice calls out, "Soy Yo." Stepping into the shower, I lather my body with the body wash as he peers into the bathroom. I know he can see my cock, but he is waiting for an invitation. Mateo and I aren't together. We do occasionally fuck though neither of us stays the night with each other. Palming my dick, I meet his eyes. I enjoy being watched. Licking his lips, Mateo focuses on my hand. Up, down, up, down. Grunting, I continue stroking myself as he practically salivates at the sight. One last stroke is all it takes for my balls to tighten, come spurts all over the glass door as the water washes it off and down the drain.

  Stepping out of the shower, I grab the gray towel from the rack. I might be a man, but I still take care of myself. Running the cloth over my body, I then use it to dry my hair. I'm not young by any means, my black hair now has gray peppered throughout, but I can still snap a neck with my bare hands. Dropping the towel, I pull on my jeans and the black button down.

  "I need you to stay here and make sure that woman is safe." I point to the door that leads to my bedroom, his face taking on a look I haven't seen. Putting on my watch, I watch Mateo closely. He knows that if I think he has more than casual feelings, it will be the end of our relationship. I can tell he isn't happy with the order, but he works under me in more than one way. I'm his boss.

  Glaring, he clears his throat, "You want me to watch over the woman you have in your bed? The same bed that I have only been in for quick fucks and then been thrown out on my ass."

  Slamming my hand down louder than I intended, I meet his stare. "As your boss, I'm telling you to shut your mouth and do what you are told. Not that it's your concern where I stick my dick, but she is a job, not a fuck. I needed someone I trusted to watch over her. I'm going out for a bit, now do your job."

  Pocketing my phone, I grab my keys with one last look around. Getting into my truck, I drive the twenty minutes to the only club within driving distance that caters to my lifestyle. It isn't like those wild '"gay bars" you hear about. This club is classy, membership isn't cheap, but it pays for secrecy. Parking, I silence my phone as they don't typically allow members to have them. I've been a member for over ten years, so they know who I am and they let it slide. Making my way inside, I head straight for the bar. I don't dance, but I have on occasion.

  "Corona, por favor."

  I know that raspy voice. Turning my head, I look over at him. Martin De Los Santos. He's Tony's younger brother, younger as in half my age. He was supposed to leave Mexico last week, and yet he here is making me hard all over again with just his smirk. The bartender places a glass of whiskey in front of me without saying a word. She knows what I like in and out of my bed.

  Tipping the glass to my lips I mummer, "Thank you, Silvia."

  I can feel his eyes tracking me as he moves closer. I can always tell when he is near. It's like he infected me with one phone call and a meeting. He's been on my mind for weeks now, and it seems he has no plans to vacate.

  "Roman, what are you doing in a place like this?" Martin muses.

  He already knows the answer, cocky motherfucker just wants to hear the words. Lifting my glass, I shrug, "Having a drink with Silvia. You?"

  A throaty laugh escapes, "Sure you are. I'm here to dance. Would you care to dance with me, Roman?"

  Shaking my head, I toss back the remainder of whiskey and motion for another. I need to leave. I came here to release some tension, maybe find a fuck boy. Someone other than Martin.

  "Suit yourself."

  The music changes to a song talking about how she did something bad. All that runs through my mind is how I want to do bad things to his mouth, his ass, and how it's a bad fucking idea. Feeling his eyes stare into the back of my head, I turn around and watch as some fucker grinds close enough to Martin it looks as if they are fucking right there on the dance floor.

  Meeting Martin's eyes I adjust myself through my jeans. I need to leave before I toss out the last shreds of control I have. I can't say if I would just stop with having him go with me or if I would strangle the cabron trying to fuck him. Turning to Silvia, I decide it's better if I pay for my drinks and walk out. Mateo is still at my house, I can get some release even if it's not who I want.

  2

  Roman

  Walking into my house, I see Mateo sleeping on the couch, and the urge to make him leave is strong. He never stays the night. It's one of my rules that has kept my life hidden from the ones who are still uncomfortable with my choices or worse, kill me for them. Scrubbing my hand down my face, I bypass him and move to check on the woman, Amy.

  Her family should be by to get her any day now. The sooner, the b
etter; I don't like people in my home. It's three am, but I won't sleep with other people in my house. I don't trust easily. Sighing, I decide to workout instead. Changing into my gym shorts, I stop when I hear knocking on my front door. No one should be here this early in the morning. I tuck my gun into the waistband and pull open the door to see Martin. He looks surprised when his eyes flicker over to Mateo on the couch and back to me.

  "I see you found someone else, I'll leave," Martin tells me, already backing away from my doorstep.

  I could have told him that he thought wrong, but I let him leave. Martin's father is someone powerful, and I don't need that kind of attention on me. I don't doubt the Council would have issues with my choice of partners, they are old school in thinking. I've made a life keeping my secrets. No need to spill them all now.

  Walking into my home gym, I push play on my music dock and proceed to run my daily five miles. The need for Martin isn't gone though. I run another five miles in hopes that maybe if I keep going, I can chase the feeling away.

  Shutting off the music, I walk out and run into Mateo. "Shower?" I ask, quirking my eyebrow.

  Nodding, he follows me inside. I turn on the water and watch as he strips out of his clothes. I shouldn't do this. It won't matter to me, but he seems too invested. I stand under the stream of hot water and lather my body, while he watches transfixed.

  "Knees," I command.

  Dropping to his knees in front of me, he takes my cock in his hand. I don't mind when someone sucks my dick. I don't allow for them to be in charge, I have a need to control everything. Stroking me, he leans forward and takes me into his mouth. Grunting, I thrust my hips forward hitting the back of his throat. Gagging, he moves back enough to breathe and goes back for more. Mateo knows I love the sound of him gagging so I know he does it just to encourage me to be rougher.

  Gripping the back of his head, I don't look down at him. I want to pretend it's someone else. I drive in over and over not giving him time to catch a breath. It doesn't take long before I come into his mouth. Mateo is glaring at me over my need to be brutal with him. One final look at him and I rinse away what evidence is left on me of my release.

  I'm an asshole. I don't claim to be otherwise. Mateo knows this already so it should be no surprise that I don't wait around for him. Grabbing my towel, I dry my body and wrap the towel around my waist as I walk into my bedroom. Amy is sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me. If she weren't so fragile then maybe she would be my type. As it is, I don't have time to worry about someone else's emotional stability. She needs to leave, and it needs to be soon.

  I think nothing of her being in the room as I drop my towel to dress for the day. Amy lets out a small gasp when she sees the scars on my back. Stilling, I pause waiting for her to ask about them, when she doesn't, I continue. It's not something many know about, but I have never told anyone more than who gave them to me. I know they are ugly to look at. I didn't have a choice in the matter. It serves as a daily reminder of how people in my lifestyle see being gay. My own father whipped me until I was "fixed." I was still just as bisexual as I always was. I just didn't let anyone know. It was how I learned to keep secrets. When you have to lie to everyone including yourself every day just to survive, you get good at it.

  "Would you like breakfast?" I question turning to face her, pulling on my suit jacket over my gun holster.

  Amy doesn't speak; instead choosing not to look at me as she nods. The front door slams, echoing loudly. Amy flinches, and I mentally curse Mateo for his tantrum. Motioning for her to follow, I walk into my kitchen and prepare her an omelet and one for myself. I don't drink coffee. Instead, I pour two glasses of orange juice.

  I pull my phone from my pocket, tapping out a message for one of the men Rosalina employs to take Amy to her parent's home today. I need things to get back to normal that means no one other than me in my home for longer than a few hours.

  3

  Roman

  Once she is finished with her food, I wash the dishes, and we leave the house. Dropping off Amy with the guards in the guardhouse, I make my way inside of the Velasquez home. I suppose it should now be called the Velasquez-De Los Santos home.

  I make my way to my office to begin working. It's not a job I trust others to do. This is my responsibility, it has been for close to thirty years. Some may think I don't have to, but I verify all weapons deals before I put Rosalina into a situation I can't control. She could hold her own. However, there shouldn't be a reason for her to need to if my job is done right. I've recently added more safety measures to my routine. Ever since Amalia was taken a couple of weeks ago, I make it part of my routine to check the camera feeds from the previous night first thing. No one else will come in unnoticed again.

  My phone ringing pulls me from the email in front of me. Glancing down I see it is Amalia's father calling. Fucking prick. He has never been a real father to her honestly, I don't think he would mind if she dropped dead. Silencing my phone, I go back to work. I have too much work to do for his rants about where Amalia is. For him not to care about her, Hernando controls her excessively.

  Turning back to the screen in front of me, I catch a glimpse of a man on the camera video screen next to my laptop. Martin is here. He must be here to visit Tony, I think to myself when I follow his trail from camera to camera. But no, Martin is making his way to my office instead of Rosalina's where Tony is always lurking as she does business. Knocking sounds at my door. Already knowing who is waiting on the other side, I contemplate ignoring him.

  "Entra," I call out.

  If I were to stand, he would see how hard I am just from him being so close. Strolling into my office Martin makes a show of sitting in the chair across from me. Cocking his head to the side, Martin begins to say something but stops when no one other than Mateo walks in without knocking.

  "Roman, I'm sorry sir. I can wait until later when you are free," Mateo apologizes when he sees Martin. "I will give you a call tonight," Mateo adds looking at him instead of me.

  Chuckling, Martin makes a move to stand as Mateo shuts the door. I don't think. I stand and stomp around the desk until I am inches away from him.

  "Sit back down Martin. Why are you here? What do you want?" I question stepping closer with every step.

  Martin doesn't speak. Grabbing the back of my head, he crushes his lips against mine, overtaking all of my senses. I've never received anything I didn't start first. I need control in my life.

  "Fucking hell," I snap as someone else knocks on my door.

  I have never had so many people come here in one day. Opening the door, I am face to face with Tony, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He's just as bad as Martin is.

  "Que necesitas?" I grumble.

  Before Tony can answer, Martin, speaks, "I'll be there in a moment. I have a few more things to discuss with Roman first."

  Tony doesn't question it. Turning to walk away, he starts whistling that stupid "Got a Secret" song. You know the one, it's the theme for that show girls watch. Amalia had a thing for it when she was younger. I am shoved forward by Martin causing the door to slam shut. He is close enough that I can smell the mint from his toothpaste and the woodsy cologne he wears. I still when he moves, and I feel his dick hard against me.

  "Who is that man to you?" Martin questions a hint of jealousy in his voice.

  "Mateo? Jealous? He's nothing. Just a casual fuck," I chuckle.

  Stepping away, Martin waits until I've moved before he walks out of my office without another word.

  4

  Roman

  Slamming the desk drawer closed, I sigh. It's been over two hours since Martin walked out of my office and I'm still pissed. Cocky motherfucker needs his ass fucked. Hard. I won't go easy on him once I finally have him.

  It's been decided. Fuck the rules of our lifestyle and what anyone says. Grabbing my phone and keys, I walk out of the office and to my car. Amy is finally gone now; I can sleep on my own bed again. First, I have to rid myself of thi
s pent-up frustrations; I need to shoot things. Bypassing my home, I drive to the range further away from Rosalina's house. Martin isn't from here so he may not know about this place and right now I don't need his distractions

  Parking, I get out and stroll inside. Being close to forty-six, I have lived here for years. Long enough that they knew my parents, they knew what I did to my father when I was only nineteen. That has never been a secret, only why I did it. The owners don't question me when I come in, they just offer me a booth at the range and stay away.

  Pushing down the button to send my body target down the lane, I don't wait for it to stop before I am loading it down with bullets. Tossing the clip to the side, I load another target and shoot again and again. Taking a deep breath, I grab my clip and holster my gun. Nothing seems to be helping me break away from thoughts of him. Going home to an empty house isn't appealing, but I don't trust people. I'm sitting in my car when my phone begins to ring, Mateo is calling.

  A quick greeting is all I offer. "Bueno."

  I can hear him pacing on the other end of the phone, "Roman, that man today. Are you fucking him? Are you replacing me?!"

  Scrubbing my hand down my face, I answer honestly, "I'm not replacing you. You were never more than a warm body to sink into. You know this."

  I should have known he was a pussy. I can hear his tears when he speaks.

  "Roman, please! I know you don't have relationships, but I need you," Mateo whines.