“I wish it made it better b—”
“It doesn’t. Nothing will make it better.” Rose cuts me off.
“Yeah, something like that.” I mutter.
“I need to tell you something.” Rose says out of nowhere, changing her tone.
I glance to her. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. I can’t tell anyone else, and I’m sure you saw my reaction to seeing you again . . . but before I say a damn thing I need you to promise me you won’t say a damn thing, to anyone.”
“Alright, you’ve got it.” Jesus. I don’t know what this is about, but I hope it’s nothing bad.
“Ed called me when you got to the hotel that day. He called me to tell me you were okay.”
“Ed? Do you mean Eduardo?” She has to mean Eduardo.
“Yes. He and I . . . we’re . . .”
“You’re what, dating?”
She laughs, “No. Nothing like that. We’ve had long glances, stolen kisses . . . it’s . . . I don’t know what it is. It’s confusing. What I do know is we can’t be anything because of Francisco and Ed’s role in the Cartel. With the way the public views him . . . he can’t do anything to tarnish that.”
“Bullshit.” I speak from the heart.
“Huh?”
“It’s bullshit. The way the public views him should give him the balls to bring you out into the light. Damn, I wish I had known this before. How long has this been happening?”
“A little over three years.”
“Holy fuck. No wonder he shot me down when I tried to get in his pants.” I laugh, finding such humor in this. Back then I had a bit of a confidence issue afterward too.
“I never told him he couldn’t be with other people.” Rose defends herself.
“Come on, if he had fucked me you would’ve never given him a chance.”
“True,” she admits.
“He didn’t cross that line because he wanted to at least have the option to pursue you in the future.”
“Maybe.”
“There aren’t any maybes about it. Eduardo isn’t a dumb man.”
“I hear the same about Dante.”
“He’s very intelligent.” I boast. It’s one of the many qualities I admire about him.
“Do you love him?” Her question throws me off, though I’m forced to come up with something quickly. A reply that may even be an inclination on how this man makes me feel.
“I think I do. Yeah. It seems crazy. We haven’t known each other very long, Rose.”
“I know you probably won’t like this, but that’s how Mom and Dad were. They only knew each other for like two weeks before she confessed her feelings. It’s the way Mom told me the story at least.”
I nod, knowing it’s accurate. “She said the same thing to me.”
“If you want to stay here, then stay. Don’t let Damon guilt you into going back to Las Vegas. Alright?”
“You know I won’t. I’ve never been a pushover.” I grumble, rolling my eyes.
“Plus, I’m over here most of the time anyway. We might actually get to spend some time together.”
“Oh, over here seeing Ed?” I joke, getting punched in the arm by her as retaliation. The two of us break into laughter and I begin to feel like things will be just fine.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“My silence is not weakness but the beginning of my revenge.”
~ Unknown
Dante
Amara’s siblings came over today, so I gave her space to reconnect with them. They’ve all been in one of the formal living rooms while I’ve been stewing on information. My father made it a point to tell me about the murder of Tadeo Hernandez and promised Elias how’d we’d get to the bottom of this. Little does my father know who was behind Tadeo’s demise.
If he was an open-minded man, I’d tell him about Angel and be done with it. Unfortunately, I don’t believe my father’s spirit will ever be ready for this life. It was the way he was raised and add in the Latin American countries issues with being gay, bisexual, or lesbian and it’s the perfectly concocted pot of chaos. It’s legal here, however if you come out you’re often killed. Angel’s kept his secret, as have Javier, and I to keep him safe.
“I wasn’t able to get in contact with him.” Javi’s grumbled voice says from behind me. I turn around and can tell from his somber expression he has no idea where our brother is.
“Shit, this isn’t good.”
“Yeah. I get Angel running off the way he did, all things considered . . . but Tadeo could’ve said something to someone else.” Javi adds.
“Yep, you’re right.”
“Did you off the bastard?”
I give Javi a knowing look, “Obviously. I wasn’t going to let him fuck with our familia.”
“Good. I would’ve done it myself.”
“You would’ve gotten caught.” I comment, getting a laugh from him.
“How’s Amara holding up?” Javi asks.
I shrug, “She’s resilient. I’ve never met a woman quite like her. She reminds me of Mom, if that isn’t weird.”
Javi chuckles lowly, “It’s so weird, but I see your point. It’s the Latina in her. She doesn’t take any shit. No matter how often she does get knocked down, she gets right back up and is ready to try again.”
“Damn, she’s so fucking strong. Isn’t she?”
“Yeah. One day maybe I’ll find a good woman like her.” Javi comments.
“You do realize you have to stay out of prison for a relationship to work, right?”
“Oh, stop being a fuckin’ smartass. I can stay outta prison when I want. You ever consider I use it for a vacation to get away from you?”
I furrow my brows and stare at this idiot. “Wanna try that again?”
“Fuck off.”
“What’re you two bickering about?” Amara pipes up from the entryway.
“Dante is being an asshole, per usual.” Javi states while rising and walks over to Amara and gives her a kiss on the cheek before leaving the room.
“What did you do to your poor brother, hmm?” Amara teases.
“Javier is just being Javier.” I reply.
Amara makes her way over to me and plops her ass down on my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck and burrows her face against the crook of my neck. “You came to bed late last night.”
Fuck. I didn’t want to have to tell her about this. “I had a late-night errand to run.”
“An errand? Is that code for familia business?”
“Mmm.”
“Dante, you’re going to have to tell me these things eventually you know.”
“I don’t like telling you more than you need to know.”
“Who are you to say what I need to, and don’t need to know? You could think you’re protecting me when in reality you’d be damming me.”
“I hate it when you’re right.” I groan, tilting my head back, I stare up at the ceiling before I speak. “We had a threat against the familia. I dealt with them, but my father doesn’t know, and he can’t know. He’s trying to find the murderer of this man, when the reality is I did it. I had to, Amara. Angel would’ve suffered if not. Now I’ll be wondering if we’ll have a war with Bolivia on the horizon.”
“Okay, many questions. Bolivia?”
“The son of their Cartel leader was who I killed.”
“Okay . . . why?”
“He threatened Angel. I already told you that.” I grumble. I’m not a fan of repeating myself.
“His life, or?”
I lift my head up and look at my woman. I contemplate for a few moments about what to do, but I can’t lie to her. “You already know Angel is gay, mi reyna. Our father doesn’t know. Only Javier and I know the truth. Gia isn’t even aware. I need you to keep this close to your heart.” Amara pulls her face away from my neck.
“Dios Mio. The poor sweetheart.” Amara gasps all of a sudden. “He has to marry that Fatima, right?”
I nod, “Yes, he does.”
“How was your day?” I ask, changing the subject.
“It was good. I really enjoyed seeing my sister.”
“And your brothers?” I question with a chuckle.
“Ashton and Lyon are a riot, but Damon and I . . . we bump heads.” I see her expression immediately falter.
I take my hand and brush her stray hair back behind her ear. “Did something happen?”
“Nothing really. Damon’s just upset that I don’t want to go back to America.”
Did I just hear her right? Is she fucking with me right now? “What did you just say?” I’m unable to hold back my smile.
“I want to stay with you, Dante.”
“I hoped you’d say that.”
A smile breaks across her face. “There’s something else I need to talk to you about, and it’s quite serious. Before Damon left, he asked me something.”
“Okay, what is it?”
Amara slides off my lap and runs into the other room, then comes back with something in her hands. It appears to be wrapped in some sort of cardboard paper. “I can only guess what this is, but I think I know. Damon had talked to me about coming back to Las Vegas and resuming my position as VP for the club. When he found out I wasn’t going back, he left for a couple hours and came back.”
“Alright . . .” I mutter, not understanding where she’s going with all this.
“Dante, my brother asked me to be the president of the Chihuahua charter. He wants me to be the strength and the brains behind our first international charter. I told him I’d need to think on it.”
“Do you?” I question, cocking a brow.
“Huh?”
“Need to think about it. What do you want, mi reyna?”
“I want . . . I want to explore this life with you, but to experience what I’ve always known. I want this, Dante. I know I can do it, and I’m not trying to toot my own horn but . . . I think I can do a damn good job.”
“I know you can do a good job. What’re you waiting for? Open it.” I tell her, and she shreds apart the cardboard, pulling out a leather cut. It has her name, her officer title and the Reapers logo on the back stating she belongs to the Chihuahua charter.
Amara doesn’t know this, but I had Eduardo call Damon yesterday and catch up with him. They spoke about quite a bit, but one of the subjects was how Amara is enjoying Mexico. Eduardo put the bug in Damon’s ear about starting a charter here. I’m just glad the man took the bait. Not only will Amara be happy on multiple levels now, but this will only solidify the relationship between the Reapers MC and the Cartel.
Hopefully things will be calming down very soon, but who knows if they will. Only time will tell, but enemies are always lurking around every corner.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
I will choose you, even when you make me mad. My love for you won’t fade simply because we are angry. I know we will fight, we will be frustrated, we will be human. Still, I will go to battle for you. Still, I will choose you. I will choose you, and I will keep choosing you every day.
~ Unknown
Dante
Two Weeks Later . . .
“Well, what do you think?” I ask Amara, who’s walking around what she doesn’t know is hers already.
She comes to a complete stop and turns her head to look at me. “I still don’t like the idea of you or your family paying for this. Zane won’t like it. Never in the Reapers history has someone else paid for the construction of a club, Dante.”
“Mmm, you’re right. Though, you’re also wrong. In this vast history have any of their members ever married the son of a Cartel member?” We both already know the answer, and thus she’ll back off.
“Don’t be an asshole. This isn’t how things are done and you know it.” She huffs, walking further across the newly poured concrete floors. I saw this property become available the night Damon asked her to be the president of this new charter. It was perfect, and so I purchased it right under her nose. They didn’t even have walls or concrete poured so I paid some local construction companies very well to come in here and start the process. The electrical isn’t in, and some of the plumbing isn’t sorted . . . but this is a very good start. It’ll give Amara the opportunity to decide what she wants to do with it.
“Answer my question. Do you like the location?”
“It’s massive,” She murmurs in response. I informed her the club has well over ten acres. It’s just off Interstate 16 but is tucked back a couple miles so they’ll have some sense of privacy. She doesn’t know it yet, but I will get a ten-foot-tall chain link fence around the compound. Only the best for mi reyna.
“Plenty of room to grow, no?” I retort.
“You still have yet to tell me about other clubs in the area. Is there a reason for that?” She’s right. I haven’t told her about the local clubs because they won’t be an issue. Once they find out my soon to be wife is running it, they won’t touch it. Nor will they attempt to. Lord help them if they try.
“No. There is simply nothing to discuss. They won’t be an issue.”
She cocks a brow and crosses her arms in the way she typically does when she’s getting annoyed. “You know I hate it when you give me half answers. That’s what you’re doing right now. So, you might be saying they won’t be a problem, but there’s a reason they won’t be, so how about you cut the shit and shoot it straight with me?”
I stifle out a chortle. “You still don’t fully comprehend it, do you?” I walk forward to her and take her left hand in mine, sliding a beautiful diamond ring I had made especially for her on her ring finger.
“Whoa. What are you doing?!”
“What I said I would. We’re getting married, mi reyna. I’ve said it since the beginning. Everyone will know this club is run by a Lopez woman, and no one will touch it. The Cartel offers protection in a sense.”
“The Cartel also puts a target on my back, no?” She retorts.
“Stop playing around. You know we provide more benefits than potential issues. Now, let’s talk about our wedding. We’ll have it very soon.”
“No, we won’t. We’ll have it a year from today.” Amara declares, firm in her decision.
A smile crosses my face and I pull her to me. “For once you didn’t put up a fight about it. The marriage I mean.”
Amara shakes her head and laughs, dipping her head back a bit. She runs her fingers through my hair and smirks. “Dante Lopez, when will you understand how relentless you are? I didn’t even have a choice, and you damn well know it.”
“Oh, mi reyna. I love you more than I’ll ever be able to express.”
“I love you, Dante.” She smiles, darting her eyes from mine down to my lips. I know what she wants and dip my head closer to hers. Her lips meet mine and while I think it’s going to be something sweet-and-sensual, she surprises me. Amara is all about ravaging me right now.
I snake my hand around her and fumble with unzipping her jeans while my cock springs to action. Both of our breathing intensifies and out of nowhere she pushes. It feels as though I was just punched in the center of my chest, and I do end up taking a couple steps backward.
I don’t say a word at first, wanting her to fill in the blanks. “You haven’t let me ride your cock since we’ve been together. Get on the floor,” She hisses through clenched teeth, shimmying out of her jeans.
I’m not the type of man she can order around, but dammit if I don’t want to watch her body convulse on top of mine. I do as she says, keeping my eyes fixated on her body. She removes the rest of her clothes, slowly, like she’s part of a fucking striptease. I don’t mind it at all. It only makes me want to plow my cock inside her even more.
She sashays her way over to me. I’m sitting on the floor, cock standing to attention
as she lowers herself over my hips. Amara takes her left hand, grabs my shaft and guides it into her entrance while she slides over me.
Motherfucker. She’s not only wet as hell, but tight. Our bodies were made for each other. I’ve told her this many times. I fucked many women back in the day, and none of them could take my cock the way she can. They’d always complain it was too big, how the girth was too fucking wide. They’d complain, but I’d fuck them anyway. They weren’t telling me to stop, but they told me how it was uncomfortable. There’s just something about fucking a woman that drives me insane.
But what makes me go even crazier? Amara. She has never once complained about my size, or the way I fuck her. Whether it’s sensual or savage like an animal. She takes whatever I give her. I love watching the way her expression changes like it is right now. How she presses her lips together and releases a soft moan, or when I feel the dribble of more satisfaction coming from her core.
She’s always given me the strangest sensations. My cock often feels like it’s burning alive when I fuck her, and the only release is when I spurt my cum inside her, coating her walls. My balls tighten up and her speed grows increasingly faster. “God dammit, mi reyna.” I hiss, digging my nails into her hips, I place my mouth over one of her nipples, and nibble down on the hardened nub.
The second I clench down on her breast her pussy tightens up and she begins to halt. It’s the only signifier I need that she’s on the edge and she wants to edge herself so she can keep fucking me. Fuck no. She’s not playing this game with me.
I hook my arms underneath her legs and lift her up like she’s a weight at the gym. Every time I pull her in the air, I’m pumping my cock into her with as much force as I can muster. She quivers and moans, throws her hair back, and runs her hands through my hair. “That’s it, cum for me.” I grumble against her breast, wrapping my tongue around her nipple.
Her walls close in around me and I know I’m a goner as the heat shoots through my cock. I release myself inside her, continuing to fuck her the entire time. My load keeps going far longer than I anticipate, so I pull her off my cock, grab her by the back of the hair and shove her mouth around my dick. “Clean up the mess you made.”
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