Say Yes, Senator

Our relationship was doomed from the start. I should have known that, did Valentina know that too?

For starters, she was Romero’s daughter, and he was the gang’s boss which meant that his daughter was off limits. The fact that I had even touched Valentina, let alone slept with her, could have earned me a bullet in the head. I was a nobody. I was a slave to the gang’s wishes.

I was sold to the gang as a teenager, to fight in their rings, to run petty crimes on the streets…So I was the lowest of the low as far as the gang hierarchy went. How could someone like me have even looked at the boss’ daughter? It was the worst offense I could have committed, and I committed it.

I had wanted Valentina from the first moment I laid eyes on her, even though I was just a skinny battered teenager. She was a Goddess and had looked down on me over her pointed nose. I had no chance with her. Till I did.

Till one night, I walked her home because it was too late and I wanted the boss’ daughter to be safe. The fact that she wanted me, that she had always wanted me…wrecked my head. How was that even possible? She was perfect, and I was nothing but her father’s pawn.

We had only been together for a few weeks when I met Elwood. He was the head of the Rogue Rebels MC, and he said he wanted to recruit me. He wanted me to have a better life and join his MC. He told me that he had seen potential in me and there was nothing more that I wanted to hear in all my life. It

was an opportunity I couldn’t give up.

A chance at a better life. I had spent so many years as a slave, living each day like it could be my last…that an opportunity to join an MC that lived by a code, where you were treated like a brother…was a chance of a lifetime. And I took it.

I wanted Valentina to come with me. When I told her my plans, she refused. Valentina couldn’t defy her father; she was afraid of him. Afraid of what he would do when he realized that she had left for another gang. She said she didn’t want that life anymore and she said she was going to run. She saw it as her only way out, for good. She wanted to live in a better world, and to do so, she would have to disappear.

I couldn’t bail on Elwood, not after everything he had done for me. I couldn’t go with Valentina, and I wasn’t even sure if she wanted me to. It was clear that the only way she could start over, make a better life for herself, would be if she left everything behind; and that included me.

So, I let her go, and she didn’t look back when she went.

It had been ten years since I last saw Valentina, and I had no idea where she was. All I was certain of, was that she was a success wherever she had gone.

It didn’t mean that I had stopped thinking about her. She was still the girl of my dreams. She was still the only girl I could completely give myself to.

While my brothers at the MC fucked women over their bikes every night, I abstained. I wasn’t interested in anyone else. I had slept with exactly three girls after Valentina left, and only because I was bat shit drunk. I had my religion, and I had the memory of Valentina, and I didn’t need anything else.

I walked away from the window now and returned to my bed. Lying back down, I could feel the perspiration evaporating from my body. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight, not after I’d just been dreaming of her.

My cock was hard between my legs; those memories were as good as real. I reached out in the air and imagined that I could feel her over me, her legs astride my hips, her pussy pressing into my rock-hard cock.

I held my cock in my hands and stroked, keeping my eyes open and visualizing Valentina’s breasts bouncing as she rode me. She was laughing, her hair flying as she moved her body over mine. Even after all these years, all I had to do was think of her smile, of her body, and I could explode into a million pieces.

Chapter 2

Valentina

I opened my eyes and realized that the men were gone. When I blinked my eyes open, I was staring at the ceiling. Which meant that I was lying on a bed, with a jerk I sat up and touched my clothes, thankful that I was fully dressed. At some point, when they were dragging me out of the truck, with my wrists tied and my mouth gagged, I had passed out from exhaustion.

Anything could have happened in that time, but it felt like nothing had. Other than that, I was trapped inside a dimly lit motel room.

My body ached as I moved. I had been lying scrunched up inside the back of that car for hours, while I could hear the men deciding where to take me. I’d tried screaming the whole time, kicking the walls of the trunk with my heels. My shoes were broken now, and I saw them lying near the bed. Whoever had laid me down here, had bothered to take my shoes off too. What else had they done? Suddenly, I felt like I’d been touched, like I could feel the rough hands of a strange man on my body.

In a panic, I slipped my legs off the bed and ran to the door of the room. It was foolish of me to assume that I could just escape. I pulled and tugged at the lock, hoping it would give way, but of course, I’d been locked in. Chances were that they had assigned people to guard the door outside, to make sure that I didn’t manage to escape. I looked around the room to see if there was any way I could get out or anything I could use. The phone had been ripped from the wall. I could tell by the large crack in the dingy wallpaper by the bedside table. The windows were all covered with bars, even the small one in the tiny bathroom.

I wanted to scream. How could I have allowed this to happen? I should have never come back here. I should have remained disappeared as I had planned.

I walked back to the bed and found that someone had left a tray on the bedside table. A sandwich in cling wrap and a bottle of water. I wanted to rebel and not eat, but my stomach was doing somersaults with hunger. If I abstained from food and water, I knew I would pass out again. And the last thing I wanted was to be unconscious. I needed to keep my wits about me.

So, I sat down on the bed again. The bed that my captors had provided for me, in a small motel room in the middle of nowhere.

I tucked some strands of stray hair behind my ears, and I was confident that I looked a mess. But that was the last of my worries right now. Mascara and eyeliner were streaming down my cheeks, but who cared?

I removed the cling wrap from the sandwich and took a bite. Tuna and sweetcorn, my absolute least favorite kind, but I was so hungry in that moment that I wolfed it down and tore open the cap of the bottle and chugged down all the water too. When I was done, I was panting as I sat there on the bed.

Everything was fine till I got on that flight. I hadn’t been back in ten years, and I shouldn’t have come back.

It had taken me ten years to build the life I had made for myself in Connecticut. In those first years after I ran away; I had worked part time jobs, enrolled myself back in school and paved my way through a teaching degree. When I got my first job as a kindergarten teacher, it felt like I had finally rid myself of all the dust and darkness of my previous life.