Camilo's Virgin

“Okay, papi,” she says, bounding off of the bed. She leaves the room, trailed by the others.

Going into Havana with the kids gives me the perfect excuse to messenger the ledgers to Lawrence.

Kosmo Valladares is going down and I can’t wait until that happens.

Everything is going according to plan; we just have to be patient and that isn’t my strong suit these days, but I’ll get there. I have too. I am in too deep now. Getting out is my only hope. Our only hope.

Chapter Five

Chassie

Seven Days Later

“Just like a flan. So sweet and wet baby. Milky tits keep me panting and parched baby.” My back arches off the bed as my husband licks my pussy, dipping his tongue in and out of my cunt and rosebud. Everything tingles and tickles as the release makes itself known. I allow myself to feel. To be alert as the sensations and lust turn into something uncontrollable. I allow my mind to focus on nothing but this moment. “Where did you go baby?'' His voice brings me back as he kisses my stomach and moves up to my mouth.

“Nowhere. I am here. Right here. With you.” I know he knows the truth, but he kisses me instead. “I’m sorry.” I tell him, grabbing his face.

“It’s ok, baby. I know.”

“Shit.” I curse as he slides inside of me, lifting my leg higher on his waist. I take a deep breath and kiss the love of my life, dumping everything else from my mind. I needed this time between the two of us to rid me of the anxiety from the past week.

“So hot,” he groans into my neck as he moves in and out. His rhythm is slow and lazy. Decadent yet void of urgency. I can feel every vein, every nuance of his cock as it slides along my inner walls, filling every inch, embedding him once again inside of the very core of me, even though evidence of his possession is evident in the protrusion of our son. “I love you so fucking much, baby.'' His strained voice tells me he is trying to hold his release until I come.

“I know, Rey mia. I love you too.” He stops moving and grabs my face. His eyes plead with mine to listen and believe him. Believe in him.

“I am going to protect you. All of you. I would die before I let anything happen to our family, Chas.”

“I know that Milo. Look at me.” I implore him to lift his now sagging head. “I know you would, and we are going to get out of here. Now make me come, husband.”

“With pleasure.”

“Mommy can I have a banana?” Milo jr. asks me as I try to fix breakfast for the kids. My mind has been preoccupied all morning. Anticipation is like an infection, spreading through my body as it eats my thoughts and invades my veins. His mother has been showing up more often, snooping and being more hostile than normal. It’s becoming unbearable and I can’t help but feel like it is leading up to something not good.

“Yes, baby boy. Go ahead.” I hear the backdoor open and immediately my defenses go up. Making sure a knife is within reach, I am about to turn when I hear the kids shout for their daddy. My body uncoils and I sag against the counter, relieved. He comes up behind me and puts a file on the table.

“Good morning baby. How is everything?” I turn into his arms and kiss him.

“Better now that you are home. What’s this?” I ask, nodding toward the envelope.

“This is for you. I found it in our drop spot along with information from Lawrence.” Curious, I open the envelope and my hands begin to shake. I am staring at pictures of my brothers. Not like I remember them, but somehow the same. It is obvious they have grown up, but I would recognize them anywhere.

“The last time I spoke to him I asked him to give me a file so you could catch up and know what you are returning to. I didn’t ask for information on your parents. After all you told me about them, I didn’t bother.” He kisses my neck before leaving me to soak up all I can.

I read the report that tells me about their life when I was taken. My heart breaks for the young men who, according to this file, missed their little sister and searched for me for years. I see they have each recently gotten married and according to this, they are both expecting babies.

I don’t realize I am on the floor crying, heaving rivers of pain and loss. I am crying for the only relationships that meant anything to me. I am crying for the time we lost, the moments I couldn’t share with them including the birth of my own children. I am crying for the missed warmth of being hugged by my big brothers. But most of all, I am crying because I can’t believe I am going to see them again. “Baby please get up off the floor.” Milo picks me up from the floor and cradles me on his lap. “You are breaking my heart baby. I knew this would be hard for you, baby.” He kisses my head and wraps his arms around me.