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That asshole loves no one but himself and the flavor of cock.
“Don’t test my patience. I give no fucks when it comes to your comfort.”
“Solimar would never—” She shuts up at the click of a gun and extends her wrist.
“Smart girl.” My praise is condescending, and she bristles but remains quiet.
We enter the establishment, and it’s clear that tonight’s theme is sex. A free-for-all and Laura’s face shows signs of worry as she pulls in closer to my side.
Men look at her as we pass. A few pause their solo exploration and leer.
“Do you wish to explore or find your boyfriend?”
“Please.” Her voice is just shy of panic as a group of naked men and women pass a little too close for her comfort, and more so when two of the women wink at her while I chuckle.
“Elevator.” Geronimo takes his place beside her while the others make a path toward the elevator bank where one holds it open and then closes the latch when we pass. “Third floor near.”
“Yes, sir,” they answer in unison, and all you hear between grunts and moan is the heavy footfalls of my soldiers.
The old-school elevator whirls to life after Geronimo pulls the lever, and we ascend in silence. You can tell she wants to ask questions—that she’s curious but doesn’t have the courage or time to do so as we arrive at the same rooftop terrace where I met my beautiful girl.
And if she thought the first floor was scary, she’s just entered her worst nightmare.
Not because sex is something to be ashamed of, but because we didn’t need to search hard for the man we came to see. Her sob is loud, and yet it’s drowned out by the moans and slapping of skin. He’s surrounded by men and women and services both.
Hands and mouth and ass. He’s open for the taking and loving every single moment of being dominated.
Signio’s head is thrown back and a look of ecstasy is spread across his features.
“Is that the man you love?” I ask her, holding back a chuckle as Signio turns his face and kisses a woman who a few seconds ago had another man’s cock in her mouth. “Is that the man you hurt your cousin over? Who you chose over flesh and blood?”
“He swore I was all he wanted.”
“You think he lied? Used you?”
“But why?” Her watery eyes meet mine and no, I don’t feel a single ounce of remorse for hurting her this way. A broken heart is nothing compared to the humiliation Solimar suffered in silence while she paraded around town with him. When she embarrassed her in front of friends and family—the entire country. Those pathetic tears will never be enough for me. “We’re having a baby. We’re going to get married after he annulled his marriage to her and move to Spain where we could be free to love one another.”
“That her has a name,” I say, lip curling over my teeth as I fight to keep my temper in check. To not show her how fucked up I can be when provoked. “She’s more of a woman than you’ll ever be.”
“Why are you defending her? Her father and grand—”
“I love her.” That snaps her lips shut, and whatever rebuttal sat on the tip of her tongue is dead. But more importantly, a second later Signio comes, and his guttural growl breaks her heart and shatters her world. “A real man doesn’t cheat or pit family members against each other with lies and games. Solimar has never cared for him. Has never sought him out. He used you because for a man like him, you’re an easy target who takes care of his man-child needs. This is not love, Laura.”
“Why are you helping me see the truth?”
“Solimar is the only reason you are still standing and breathing. This is for her. Not you.”
She continues to cry as I give the signal for her removal. Almost needs to be carried out while I turn to face the man of the hour.
My gait is slow as I cross the room and stop a few inches from him, my soldiers behind me with their weapons drawn. Slowly, people take notice and they begin to exit the room via the stairwell. Not that he notices, as Signio’s lost to the pleasure: touching and licking and swallowing come.
And it isn’t until his lovers take notice and scream that he looks up and our eyes meet.
All color drains from his face. The men and women lying with him run out of the room.
“Celebrating your last night?”
He swallows hard, hands covering his nakedness. “What are you doing in Colombia? I thought—”
