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  “My cousin, he wanted to know if you had a boyfriend or anything. I told him I didn’t think so, but that some man was always hanging around the house,” he said while eyeing the cutter. Hmm that is interesting.

  Nodding at him to continue, he rambled “I told my cousin that Roman would take over a couple of months ago, when he asked me.” Alex didn’t know about me at the time apparently.

  “Did you know that my parents were going to be killed?” I gritted out through clenched teeth. Alex looked away, nodding his head. Nico made a move toward him. I held up a palm to stop him.

  “You can have him when I’m done,” I knew that Nico wanted his own revenge for my mother. With a nod, he backed away to his previous place by the door. Turning back to Alex, I grabbed his hand again.

  “Now this is going to hurt… a lot actually,” I couldn’t contain the glee in my voice as I put his middle finger in the guillotine style cutter. Hearing his scream, along with the sound of his flesh being ripped apart, made me want to do it again.

  “Now, where were we? Oh that’s right, who killed them? I want names,” I said while making my way to the pointer finger next to his bloody stub.

  “I can’t señora, they will kill my fr..friend… they’ll kill Amy,” he cried out as I put pressure on his finger with the cutter.

  “Oh, Alex, don’t you know that I will kill her too if you don’t give me the answers I want?” I replied.

  Meeting his eyes, I asked, “Still don’t want to give me the names?”

  Shaking his head, he cried out as I cut through that finger as well. By the time I was done Alex was missing four fingers, but I finally had what I needed. I didn’t even have to use the hammer to break his hands. I stepped back as Nico made his way forward. I would give him a little time to exact his own revenge on Alex.

  “Just don’t kill him yet, Nico. I want him to be begging for it,” I called over my shoulder as I walked out of the room.

  Going to the bathroom across the hallway, I opened the door to wash the blood from my hands. Before the door could close behind me, I felt his stare at my back.

  “What do you want Tony?”

  Pushing me into the bathroom completely, he shut the door on the outside world. “Rosie, is this your blood?” Grinning like a madwoman, I shook my head no.

  “What happened to you then? Whose blood is this?” He asked, motioning to my hands. I couldn't tell for sure, but it almost seemed like he was truly worried for me.

  “It’s Alex’s blood, not mine. I’m fine. Now, I really should get back before Nico actually kills him,” turning around to face the sink, I washed the crimson color from my skin. Looking up into the mirror, I was met with Tony’s heated gaze.

  “Rosie, I don’t like you with blood on your hands. While I admit it is turning me on, I’d rather you be safe,” Tony muttered in my ear as he enveloped me from behind.

  Leaning into his chest, I said, “What you want doesn’t matter Tony. I’m not some helpless woman. Remember that.”

  With a sigh, he nuzzled my neck and placed a single kiss along my shoulder, “I know amor, I know.” Tony turned and left, leaving me in stunned silence.

  I needed to get back to both Alex and Nico. Walking into the room from the hallway, I was surprised to see Tony standing next to the table along the wall, watching as Nico threw the hammer at Alex’s feet. Nico had gagged Alex to dull his screams as he used the hammer on his kneecaps. Giggling to myself I thought, that looks like it hurts.

  “Amor, is this what you have been doing all morning? I can practically see the glee on your face from here,” Tony asked crossing his arms. With a shrug, I walked over to him.

  “Well, I believe you should be punished for your wrongs. Alex did wrong and he had to pay,” I clutched the single bullet in my hand as I went to load the revolver. Nodding at Nico to untie Alex, he propped him up next to the chair.

  “Ready to play one final game?” I asked as I pressed my heel into the burnt spot on his hand.

  Jolting from the pain, he just begged, “Please señora. Let me live, please.”

  Crouching next to him with my heel still on his hand, I tilted my head. “And why would I do that? Did anyone let my father live? What about my mother, did anyone take pity on her?” I questioned as I spun the revolver cylinder.

  Alex began whispering the Prayer of Commendation, known as the death prayer said over those dying, to himself. Good, he would need that.

  “How about we play a bit of Russian Roulette? I have one bullet in this cylinder. If you make it five times, you get to live. Or, you can use the last one to put yourself out of your own misery,” I said as I put the revolver in his right hand.

  I turned and walked out of the room with Tony following behind. Nico would be outside of the door until he heard the shot. He would clean up the mess when it was all done. Either way, Alex wouldn’t be leaving that room alive.

  Walking all the way to the main house, I felt Tony’s eyes on my back. I didn’t even stop him as he followed me into my room. Closing the door behind him, he just continued to follow me as I began stripping on my way to the shower.

  “Are you going to join me?” I asked as I glanced over my shoulder at him.

  Tony began to remove his own clothes as I stepped into the shower. Stepping in after me, Tony pressed his body close to mine. I was caged against the wall.

  “Turn around,” he commanded. I turned around with my back to the tile, waiting on his next order. I had never been this way over a man. The feeling was unsettling, honestly. Gripping the back of my head with his fist in my hair, my breath hitched.

  “Why didn’t you tell me what you were doing today when I asked? And when will you admit this is more than just a contract between us?” he questioned.

  Closing my eyes, I tried to keep my emotions at bay and my mouth shut. I couldn’t tell him that he was right, this is more than just a contract for me.

  “No answer, Rosie? That’s fine I will just have to put my cock in your mouth to give you a reason to open it. On your knees. Now.”

  Slowly dropping to my knees as Tony placed himself in the way of the showerhead, I looked up at him waiting, for what, I didn’t even know exactly.

  “Suck it Ms. Velasquez,” he demanded.

  Taking his hard dick in my hand, I gently pressed my lips to the head in a chaste kiss. I slowly licked the tip, before I took him into my mouth while I lightly sucked.

  “You can do better than that,” he growled.

  I loved the feel of his hardness on my tongue. I had never done this before, but I had seen it plenty of times in the porn movies, I pleasured myself to. Pulling him out of my mouth, I cupped his balls as I dove back in for more. Gripping my hair in his fist, Tony began to rock into my mouth as I struggled to breathe around his cock. Gagging, I broke away from his dick and took one of his balls into my mouth as I pumped him with my hand.

  “Ay dios mio Rosie,” he croaked out on a moan.

  Taking his cock back into my mouth, I ran my teeth along the shaft. He needed to know that even if I listened to him, I would still bite it off in a heartbeat. My teeth only seemed to please him though. He grabbed my hair in his other hand as well. Tony mumbled for me to show him what I liked. I circled my clit, but I needed more. Plunging my fingers into my wet pussy, I moaned around his cock as he drove in further.

  “That’s it Rosie, fuck your fingers and think of how my cock would feel inside your pussy,” he groaned.

  I could feel his cock twitching in my mouth, his orgasm begging for release. With a shudder, I came as I felt the first spurt of come on my tongue. I tried to swallow what I could as I fought to breathe with his come filling my mouth.

  Turning away, I spit what I hadn’t managed to swallow down on the shower floor.

  “Lick it clean Rosie,” he demanded.

  Taking him in my mouth once more, I began to suck off the come. With a smirk, I took him as far as I could and used my teeth to apply pressure. Tony’s face took on a
panicked expression as I moved back to stand, still scraping my teeth up his cock.

  “I’m not a fucking dog Tony, I’ve told you this before. Don’t think I’m always going to do what you demand,” I warned as I turned to finish my shower.

  13

  Anthony

  She walked into her room after finishing her shower, expecting to be alone. That wasn’t the case, I had decided that I was sleeping in her bed tonight. Sitting on her bed, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs, I thought back over what I had seen today.

  “What are you doing in here?” She asked, toweling her hair dry. Dropping the other towel from around her body and dressing in a pair of lacy panties and a tank, I couldn’t speak.

  “I’m going to sleep. What else would I be doing?” I deadpanned as I made my way to the head of the bed.

  Shaking her head, I watched her walk to the bedroom door. “No, you aren’t. Now leave.”

  Chuckling, I made no move to leave. She turned off the light, making her way to the other side of the bed. Looks like I won.

  “Do not think of touching me at all,” she said, turning away from me as she laid down.

  Smiling to myself, I considered this a win. Last week she wouldn’t even look at me without demanding that fucking contract, and now I was in her bed. Granted I wasn’t actually ‘allowed’ to touch her, but I was beside her for the night. I would be every night from now on I thought, smirking to myself. I glanced over at her, today she both turned me on and scared me all at once. She is definitely a force to be reckoned with when she is in the mindset she was in earlier. I swear seeing the blood on Rosalina’s hands from her torture of that ass wipe Alex had turned me on, but the glee on her face as she looked at her work made me hard as steel. I’m surprised I made it to the shower before I had her on her knees. But when she let it be known she was still in control… she never looked more beautiful than she did looking up at me with my cock in her mouth.

  I hadn’t signed her contract because I wanted there to be more between us than a piece of paper. My father was ecstatic over the update that I gave him, which meant that I would need to sign it soon, otherwise he would send my younger brother, Martin, to marry Rosie. There was no way that anyone else would ever have the chance to marry my Rosie. Turning toward her body, I pulled her close, inhaling her scent. Rosie always distinctly smelled like rose petals. Letting out a soft sigh, I kissed her shoulder and drifted off to sleep with her in my arms.

  14

  Rosalina

  Feeling something warm and hard behind me when I woke made me wary, until I remembered that Tony had slept in my bed the night before. It shouldn’t have comforted me the way it did to have him close since I was never one for contact of any kind. Even my first, Elis, I made leave after sex. Not that I didn’t enjoy sex, I just couldn’t make myself trust anyone enough to fall asleep in the same room as them. Rolling onto my back, I chanced a glance over to see if he was still sleeping. Tony’s face was content and he was still wrapped around my body. Our legs had intertwined while we slept, his arm draped across my lower stomach. Lying next to him was not supposed to feel this good or this right. Sighing, I slowly peeled his arms away as I got up to use the bathroom.

  Humming quietly on my way back into the bedroom, I was shocked to see Tony sitting up. He had never made a sound. Act like this happens all the time, I mentally chided.

  “Morning,” I said with a quick wave. I needed to get dressed before he got out of that bed, or I would want to get right back in there with him and never leave.

  “Buenos dias,” he rasped, cocking his head at my sudden dressing. “Rosie, we need to talk. Like an actual discussion over dinner, what do you say?” He asked, his eyes never leaving my body.

  Snapping my fingers, I said, “Eyes. They’re on my face.”

  Laughing, he made his way from under the covers, “Oh I know. I just really wanted to look at you for a minute.”

  Turning around to grab his phone from the night stand, I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his back. Stepping close enough to make out two X’s connected.

  Noticing I had stepped closer, he glanced over his shoulder, “It’s a Greek symbol that means ‘where there’s a will, there’s a way’ in case you were wondering.”

  I squeaked out the only thing that would come out, “I wasn’t.”

  What the fuck was wrong with me? “Ahem, well umm… I have to go work. Some of us can’t sit around all day you know,” I quickly said as I hurried out the door. Leaning against the closed door, I took a deep breath. I swear I could almost make out Tony laughing at my sudden need to leave.

  I decided to skip breakfast for the day as I made my way down the stairs to my office. I had to set up a weapons drop today with the Colombians. Opening my laptop, I sent out an email to the police department contact we had. I needed someone to look into the names that Alex had given me. I finished up the email and logged into Skype, this was going to be a face to face deal, so to speak.

  “Marco Garcia, how are you this morning?” I greeted the head of the Colombian cartel.

  “Buenos dias señora,” Marco said in greeting. “I heard that Ricardo had given everyone a big ‘fuck you’ and named his unknown daughter as the boss. So, Rosalina Velasquez, the question is can I trust that you know what a quality weapon is?” Marco questioned in a condescending tone.

  Smirking, I fired back, “Well Marco, why don’t you come to Mexico and see if I know enough to shoot you?”

  Marco bellowed out a laugh. “Perfecto! I knew your father would know who to name as his heir. Alright, down to business it is then,” he stated, still chucking to himself.

  Discussions on locations, quality, and quantity took place for hours. Realizing it was well past lunch, we wrapped up our conversation.

  “Oh, one more thing Rosalina,” he prompted.

  Raising my eyebrow, I waited for him to continue. “I hear you are in the market for a husband. I would like to offer you one of my sons as that husband if it means we can continue this… friendship,” he said, leaning back in his chair.

  What was I, some prize cattle to bid on?

  “Marco, I’m sorry but I will be declining your offer. I have already found someone. Someone that treats me quite well actually. In fact, if you don’t mind I will be having lunch with him,” I responded, smiling at the idea of lunch with Tony. Even if I didn’t have Anthony, I wasn’t going to tie myself to just anyone.

  “I should have known with a pretty face like yours,” Marco complimented. “So, I will see you in a few weeks then, Rosalina. Until then,” he said as he ended the video chat.

  Sending a quick text message to Nico to have lunch for Anthony and I ready, I went in search of him. Walking to the guardhouse, I didn’t see him anywhere. I walked down the hallway to the indoor range in case he was in there, but I caught a glimpse of Tony inside the gym. Standing near the door for a few minutes I took him in. The man had looks, but more than that, he showed that he cared about me in little ways. I had noticed over the past few weeks he had begun to make a point of eating breakfast at the same time as me daily, and that he constantly watched me when he thought I wasn’t looking.

  “Come on over peeping Tom,” he called out. I didn’t even notice that he had seen me.

  “Want to get some lunch?” I yelled back to him. Dropping down from the bar he was using for pull-ups, he nodded. Well that was easy.

  “Meet you in twenty minutes,” he said as he gathered his things to leave. “Going to shower real quick,” he said as he made his way to the door and me.

  “Right, sure. I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” I quickly said in a squeaky voice. Ay dios! Why am I acting like a teenager?

  Sitting at the kitchen bar waiting for Tony to come in was torture. I was fiddling with my napkin when he walked in.

  “So Rosie, why the sudden change to wanting to have lunch? This morning you wouldn’t give me the time of day,” he asked as he sat down beside me. Deep breath. I needed to remind myself
to breathe around him.

  “Well if we are actually going to get married then we need to know each other better,” I said while I ate.

  “Alright, I’ll bite. When did you first kill a man?” He questioned.

  Choking on my drink, I coughed out, “That’s some question.”

  Shrugging his shoulders at my response, he stated, “We aren’t normal people Rosie. The first time I killed someone I was eleven. My father commanded that I do it. Granted the man was a traitor to our family, but for an eleven-year-old to kill without remorse? That’s not normal.”

  Nodding my head, I softly said, “I was eight. The man was one of those that raped my sister and killed my brother. I didn’t blink an eye at the amount of blood on my hands when I was done. Since then, I have taken the lives of more men than I care to count.”

  Taking a moment to sip my water, I continued, “Did you live at home or were you sent away to learn how to take control of your father’s business?”

  With a confused look Tony replied, “I was always home. Until I turned fourteen I wasn’t allowed to leave home without at least five guards. Being the next in line meant that they were to protect me at all costs.”

  Sighing I just answered the unspoken question, “I was sent away right before I turned ten. I’ve been home for short visits, but I’ve never been here longer than three days at a time.”

  Shocked, he bluntly asked, “How old are you exactly?”

  With a loud laugh I felt in my core I told him, “I’m twenty. How old did you think I was? And how old are you? I don’t want to get married to some old man.”

  Tony mumbled beside me what sounded like ‘Forgive me Father.’

  “I’m twenty-eight. I feel like you haven’t really lived though. Ay dios, you aren’t a virgin, are you?” He asked, slightly panicking.

  Giggling, I just shook my head. Watching Tony’s face take on a completely different reaction, I just looked on and asked, “Does that bother you?”