by Rae B. Lake
“Ay dios!” Azriel winces and puts a hand to his cock as if he felt the pain himself.
“After the first year, it just got worse and worse. He only used me as a cum dumpster and to entertain his friends and allies. He toted me around the world like his prized poodle, always in the best clothes, the most expensive jewelry. I was his top bitch, just an extension of how good he was doing. What they didn’t know was that the minute their eyes were off me, I was locked in my room with no more than a simple sundress to wear. I had to talk fast just to get feminine products stocked in the room.” I raise my hands and try to wipe my face. It is painful for me to go back through everything I tried to forget.
“Fernando is Basilio’s sister’s son. She died when the boy was small. I’m not sure how; I think it was a drug overdose. The first time I met him, we were at the house in Cuba. I could tell right from the start the relationship between Basilio and Fernando was not what it should be. Instead of the normal uncle-nephew loving relationship, it was some sort of competition. Basilio had the larger crew, so Fernando started the Juracano’s to compete. Fernando knew Basilio had the wife he wanted, so he kidnapped me and raped me for a month straight to show his uncle he was the better man. Fernando was right. He knocked me up, but I lost the baby before I was even in my second trimester. After that, I was no longer useful to Fernando or Basilio. I was defective.” The tears are flowing freely now, and I no longer can look Azriel in the face. I’m ashamed. I’m ashamed I didn’t fight them harder.
“Basilio saw the strides Fernando was making with the Cano’s, and it ate him to his core. He couldn’t understand how he was getting so big so fast. So he did some digging. Turns out, the Feds were turning a blind eye to Fernando because he was ratting out people from his gang to Interpol and the CIA. Miguelito from San Juan, Lenny from Bayamon, Hugo from Carolina, all of them picked up based on the information Fernando gave up. There’s a big shipment that’s supposed to be coming in on the first of next month that Interpol is interested in. Fernando gave them everything down to the crate numbers. Basilio knew this would destroy all of the Cano’s, as they are nothing without their leader. No matter how fucked up in the head they are, they won’t follow a snitch. They will kill him slowly and with purpose. After that, all of the Cano’s will fall because there is no second in command. No one is there to take up if something were to happen to Fernando. It’ll be a bloodbath between all the different small gangs, but they can be taken out. Fernando has already given outlines of each little group to the police. They’re just going to take them all down one by one. This shipment, though, it’ll be the biggest bust in Puerto Rican history. Many will die, most will go to jail and all because of Fernando.” I take a breath. “That is it; it’s all I know and why Fernando wants me dead.”
“What does Interpol want with him anyway or the CIA?”
“The Juracános are one of the largest gangs in the world, let alone Puerto Rico. They are tucked away on an island few care about with resources most want. He is a bad man, and everyone knows about it. Others around the world with ill intentions are more likely to do business with someone they know for sure is on the wrong side of the law. Interpol and the CIA tell him what targets they want him to work with, then they build enough of a case and move in. Fernando reaps the benefits while all those around him get lost, jailed, or killed in the process.”
“Es loco, how could no one have noticed this?” Azriel had begun pacing back and forth in front of me sometime in the middle of my story, his hands on his hips and his eyebrows furrowed in hard.
“Basilio did. He knew something was off, and made a copy of all the proof and hid it in the house here. We flew in from Cuba just to prove to Fernando that he was the better man. When he brought Fernando in to gloat about his findings, Fernando killed him. I watched through the keyhole of my room.”
“Pues, there is no way that Fernando just left all that proof behind. He took it with him.” AZ says as he comes to a stop right in front of me.
“No, he might have taken the one that Basilio showed him, but he hid another copy. I know where it is. It’s in the fireplace under the grate. It’s a decorative fireplace, so the logs don’t light, but it’s a great spot for hiding shit.”
“How the fuck can I get it? I’m sure the house is crawling with Cano’s by now.”
“Of course it is. I’ll tell you how.”
“No, you’re coming with me. I’ll just have to kill you another day. Azriel releases the shackles on my hands and puts them into the side bags on his bike. He hops on and turns the ignition. I wait for a second, stuck in the moment. I was prepared to die, but I’m not prepared to walk back into a house where I know Fernando will be.
“Cariña, you with me or not?” AZ asks, looking over his shoulder at me.
“Yeah, I’m with you. Let’s get this done.” I throw my leg over the bike and settle behind him. One way or another, this will be the end of the Ramirez family.
The minute she told me what Fernando did to her, I knew there was no way I was taking her up that mountain. Vado will have my head, I know it, but every part of me tells me Cariña is being genuine with me.
I can get this information she says she has and bring it to Vado. We can destroy the Cano’s, take our streets back, and get revenge for Vado and his family. Maybe Vado would take me smashing her beautiful face in with a rock off the table.
We ride in the direction of the Basilio’s old estate. By all rights, it’s a mansion. Three stories, lots of land, a shit load of rooms, but it was run down. Such a shame he’d let it get to this state of ruin.
I hop off my bike and start to make my way over to the grounds. I stop suddenly and look at Cariña, who is walking next to me.
What are the chances that this is a setup? Right now, I’m walking into the house of my enemy on her word alone that he’s dead. “Who’s in there?”
“I don’t know for sure, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Fernando were there, at least a dozen guards, but they should all be on the opposite side of the grounds. No one comes in this way. It’s all locked down and how I got out.”
She takes a step in front of me and continues on the way. If she is willing to go into the lion’s den, then I can follow. She’s right that there are no guards in the area we have to walk through. Cariña peels back a wire fence that looks like it’s been rusted through. She slips through quietly.
“Coño.” She hisses out in pain under her breath.
My eyes go to where she is looking. Maybe someone is around I didn’t see. “What is it?”
“Nothing.”
“Woman, do I have to tell you to stop fucking lying to me again?’ I whisper, not wanting to alert anyone who might be around.
“I scratched myself on the gate, that’s all.” She lifts her arm in my direction and shows me the small scratch on the back of her arm. It’s barely bleeding, but I have this overwhelming need to make sure she is ok.
I grab her arm and examine it. There’s nothing I can do about it now. I will just have to bandage her up when we get out of here.
Closing my eyes, I release her arm. I keep forgetting there is a strong possibility she won’t make it out of here or even see tomorrow. She still has a hit on her. Her day with death is creeping closer, and I’m the executioner.
“Come on. It’s this way.” She says quietly.
I follow behind her in the dark, damp walkway. It must be some sort of underground tunnel because there’s very little electricity, and the floor and the walls are all covered in cobblestone. The moss has invaded a large portion of the area and water puddles in spots.
“They store things down here, drugs, weapons, things like that.” She says and turns the corner. In this hallway are at least half a dozen small doors. I’m not sure what this property was used for before it was turned into Basilio’s estate, but I wouldn’t be surprised if this building were used to hold slaves or some of the Tainos who didn’t fall in line back in the day.
“Avanza�
�enciéndelo!”
Fuck! Someone was walking down the hall. Four guards. Only they were all concentrating on whatever they were trying to light up.
I grab hold of Cariña and slowly push open one of the rooms. Luckily everything is so damp, so the door opens without a sound. I push her in and close the door. There is a small opening in the door that I can see through. Instead of passing by like I think they are going to do, the motherfuckers stop. They stop right in front of the door we are hiding behind, and they form a small circle. If one of them turns around, they will see me through the makeshift peephole. I’m that close.
I roll my eyes to the ceiling as I see one of them pull out a small glass crack pipe. These bastards are about to get high directly in front of us. Stepping back from the door quietly, I know they only have one thing on their minds, but it would be just my fucking luck that one of them would walk in and catch me in here. I’d be a dead man for sure.
When I turn around, I see Cariña holding herself tightly.
“How are we going to get out of here? They can’t catch me. It’ll be worse if they do.” She whispers, her eyes wide with fear.
“Shh.” I move to her and pull her into my embrace. Holding her tight to get her body to stop shaking.
I close my eyes and just soak up all that she is. When the fuck did this happen? I just wanted to get a taste of the new girl, so how the fuck did she get so far under my skin?
“We just have to wait them out,” I almost whisper.
“You will do it first, you hear me.” She says her face pressed hard into my chest.
“Do what?” I ask, pulling her away from my body and looking down into her deep brown eyes.
“You kill me first. I don’t want to be broken. You have your orders, follow through. I refuse to let Fernando have the satisfaction of ending my life. You have to do it.” She stares at me for a second.
“Shut up. Just shut up.” I don’t want to hear the nonsense she’s saying. It is true; if the Cano’s catches either one of us, we’ll be in for a long and torturous road.
“No, you know I’m right. You know what will happen if they find us here, you have to promise me.” She grabs my cut in desperation, needing to hear me promise to take care of her if it comes to that. Only I can’t say it. I won’t do it. No matter how much I want to abide by my president's orders, no matter how much I want to keep her out of the hands of the Cano’s, I won’t kill her. I will just need to find a different way.
“Fuck!’ I growl under my breath. The sound is strangled with all the words I can’t say. I slam my mouth down against hers. Her lips are stubborn for a second, staying shut to me until I hear a whimper come from her throat, and she melts into me. My hands explore the dips and curves of her body, my fingertips trailing along every space I can reach.
I pull her against me harder, my body demanding to be closer to hers. Right now, it’s no matter if there is an enemy right outside the door. My tongue thrusts into her mouth, claiming her for my own.
I pull back only slightly. I’m too excited, my breath coming faster than it should at this moment.
“Azriel, Papi, please, one last time. Can we? Please?” she begs, her hands shaking with adrenaline, slipping under my shirt.
There’s no way I’m going to say no. If this is the last time that we can be together, then I’m going to grab it with both hands. Scanning the room, I double-check there’s no way for anyone to sneak up on us, and I’m relieved to find there isn’t. There’s no lock on the inside of the door, but I can see the four guards are completely engrossed in their crack pipe. One of them is already nodding off from the effects.
There’s a chair in the room, so I wedge it under the doorknob as quietly as I can, but it’s a poor attempt to keep them out. Just as the guards are focused only on the crack, my thoughts are consumed with Cariña breaking apart on my cock. Nothing else matters.
Once the door is as secure as it’s going to be, I pull Cariña over to the wall. I try to hold back, but I’m just as desperate as she. I kiss her hungrily, doing my best to muffle her small moans with my mouth. My heart gallops in my chest as I hastily yank at my belt and push my pants down to my knees. She quickly pulls one leg out of her jeans, not even bothering to finish undressing before she is back in my arms.
I lift her, placing her up back against the cobblestone wall and wrap her legs around my waist. Her frantic touches urge me to move faster. My cock is as hard as steel. Even just the heat from her pussy is enough to have me blindly searching for her opening. I gather my thoughts for a second, look down, and line myself up. I cover her mouth with one hand while my other holds her up. I slam into her, primal lust taking over all my senses. I should have primed her, should have made sure she was ready for me.
Her deep moan is captured by my hand, and I do my best to keep the sound in. “Shh babe, you’ve got to keep quiet,” I whisper harshly. All the while, my hips are pumping into her at a breakneck speed.
She reaches her arms up, and I take a step in, making sure to keep her at an angle where she can still bounce on my cock. I can’t stop, not now. It feels too damn good. Perfect.
Her mouth slams into mine for a sloppy kiss, one that ends abruptly when we figure out our need is the only thing we can focus on. We stand there with our foreheads touching and our mouths open, breathing in each other’s air. The only sound is the men outside flicking the lighter and the soft smacking sound of my cock pumping into her.
“Azriel, I’m coming. Oh god. I’m coming.” She cries quietly between pants until she gasps loudly, and I press my hand back to her mouth. I hammer into her harder, the sound of flesh smacking flesh getting louder. It is loud enough I’m sure anyone else would’ve heard if they were sober, that is.
I stare deep into her eyes and watch her fall to pieces around me. I keep thrusting into her, trying to draw every last drop out of her. She moans hard into my hand and even bites at the thick flesh at the base of my thumb. Her eyes roll in the back of her head, and her body jerks hard as each one of her muscles coil tightly around me.
I can’t wait for her to finish. I’m going to go out of my fucking mind if I don’t come right now.
I toss her up, and her breath catches at the sudden emptiness. Turning her around, I bend her over, leaving her feet barely touching the floor. I need to get deeper, to fuck her harder. I need her.
She braces herself on the wall with her hands, and I pound into her, losing myself for a second. I no longer give a fuck about who is outside or who may hear us. My entire being is focused on this moment.
Electricity rockets through me, and I feel my balls pull up hard against my body. I come so hard it almost hurts. I have to slam my forearm to my mouth and bite to keep myself from moaning. My dick pulses hard over and over, the cum not wanting to stop flowing out of me. By the time I can move my arm from my mouth, I feel like I’m completely spent. I look down as I slide my cock out of her, and a trickle of my cum dribbles out her pussy.
I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning. I like that shit.
She stands up too quickly and sways a little. I catch hold of her waist to keep her steady. As I hold her, I listen for noises outside the door, but I don’t hear anyone. That doesn’t mean that they aren’t there, though.
“That’s one way to go out.” She whispers and gives me a wink.
“Tell me about it,” I answer gruffly. I pull my pants up and lean down to kiss her quickly on the lips. She kisses me back. How Cariña can still care about me, after everything, blows my mind. Making my way over to the door, I see three out of the four guards are no longer there, but there’s one slumped over on the floor. He looks like he passed out, but I can’t tell for sure.
I turn to see Cariña wiping herself with her underwear before pulling her pants back up her legs. She hides the soiled underwear in the corner of the room. By the time anyone finds them, we will be long gone.
“Stay behind me.” I turn and look at her for a second.
She grabs
onto my cut and presses herself close behind me, her hands still shaking slightly from all the adrenaline.
I move the chair away from the knob and pull out my knife. Even though there’s only one guard there right now, if he does wake up, I wouldn’t want to fire off a shot and bring the rest of his buddies.
I open the door as quietly as I can, and he doesn’t move. I can’t leave him alive. I peel Cariña’s hands off my cut and crouch down next to the man. Gently I press the tip of my blade against the soft spot of his neck left exposed, and then with all my strength, I plunge it into him.
Blood pours out over my hands, and his eyes pop open. He opens his mouth to scream, but I have already made sure he won’t make a sound. The blood gurgles in his mouth for a few seconds before he takes his last breath. I pull my knife out of his neck and wipe it on his shirt before I drag his lifeless body to the room that we’d just exited. They’ll come looking for him, but we will be long gone by then. Hopefully.
“Let’s go.” I grab her hand, the blood of the guard still on mine, and we rush through the long hallway.
“These stairs right here.” She points to a small dark stairwell, barely big enough to fit one person walking down.
When we make it up the stairs, there is a narrow hallway with a bunch of doorways that have been created in the wall. It looks like the back rooms in our clubhouse.
“It’s the third one from the end, that’s the room he had me in when we were here.”
I nod and step in front of her. When I open the door, I can tell there’s nothing in there. I can’t understand how someone would be able to live in this room. There’s a small cot and what looks like a door that goes to a bathroom.
“You lived here?”
“Believe it or not, this is one of the best rooms I've had.” She says, grabbing my arm.
