“Shut his mouth, he needs to learn the consequences of fucking with the King of Colombia,” I tell my men. “We will allow you to breathe long enough to tell us who the men are you gave the money to, once you do, we will feed you the rest of your filthy, thieving fingers.” I straighten, glancing at Alejandro. “You got your job to do. Can you handle it?”
“Sí, señor,” he nods confidently.
“Once you find the assholes, get my money and then kill them all. I don’t have time for bullshit games today, I have places to be.” I step into the filthy kitchen and twist the cold metal tap until clear water gushes from the faucet. Rinsing the blood from my hands, I pull out my white handkerchief and wipe my hands before I head outside.
Once we’re back in the car, Javier takes the wheel, and we silently drive from the house through the back streets, until we hit the docks where my warehouse is situated. With the two SUVs following behind and one in front of us, I know our evening can only get better from here.
“Are you going to do that to my dad?” she finally whispers after a while. I can smell the desperation emanating from her. It’s beautiful and alluring. I am the evil monster she’s painted me as just from how hard I get when she’s scared.
“I haven’t decided yet,” I tell her honestly.
“Please, Victor, Mr. Cordero, please don’t do this. He didn’t take from you for a bad reason like gambling. He was trying to save my life,” she pleads, and even though I know she’s right, I can’t allow him to walk free.
Turning my attention to her, I speak softly, “He stole from me, thousands of US dollars’ worth of product. Do you understand that consequences come no matter what?”
The pain that flashes across her face is clear. She knows I’m right. Hector was one of the longest serving members of my team. He worked for my father; he can’t get away with what he did.
“Yes, Mr. Cordero,” she mumbles, and her fat lower lip wobbles, but she keeps herself strong, not allowing any tears to escape, even though they fill her wide green eyes.
The looming structure where Sofía’s father is being held is hidden behind other high buildings, and when we drive between them, I find eight of my men guarding the entrance.
The fearful energy surrounding the beauty beside me is like a goddamn perfume. She’s trembling with nerves, and I wonder just how much longer I can delay this without her fire burning me alive. I want it though. It’s those dark flames dancing in her eyes that remind me, she’s nothing like the women I’ve become accustomed to.
She’s different.
Special.
Mine.
Shaking my head at the unwarranted word that comes to me, I exit the vehicle, allowing Javier to open her door and help her from the car. Offering a nod to him, I wait for her to look at me before I lean in close. The moment I do, her fragrance invades every one of my senses, and I’m lost in her sweetness.
“I trust you to behave.” My words skitter over her skin with warning, and I can’t help staring as her plump pink lips fall open. The only thought in my mind in that second is watching them stretch around my cock as I feed it to her.
“I trust you to keep your word and let me speak to him.” Her challenge is clear, and she doesn’t have to worry about my word because it’s the one thing people can count on. I always ensure my promises are kept. But I can’t guarantee I won’t hurt Hector for what he’s done.
“Always, Sofía,” I whisper, allowing my fingertips to find the base of her spine as I lead her toward the warehouse where my men have cleaned up Hector and ensured he’s comfortable. The only reason I did it is to keep the girl from having a complete breakdown.
If I had my way, I’d kill the fucker for what he put her through, but instead, I’m here playing the happy ruler of my kingdom, allowing a man who stole, not only from me, but from his family, to live… for now.
Upon entering, I hear her gasp when she sees Hector for the first time in days. He’s seated in the corner of the warehouse, still bound to a chair, but he’s cleaned up. His one eye still swollen, but the bruises and cuts look better without blood oozing from them.
I want nothing more than to slice him limb from limb, and with my blade in hand, I follow the path toward his chair. He begged me to keep him here for now, to keep him safe, but he doesn’t realize that he’s already given me what I wanted.