“Valentina, my office, now.” He hangs up and watches me for a moment, before gesturing to the chair with his chin. “I’m not a nice man. And I will never pretend to be. You’re here for your protection. If you make my job harder, I won’t think twice about pulling the trigger on a loaded gun.”
“Is that what gets you off?”
He chuckles, lifting his 9mm, and closes the distance between us. “Open your mouth.” I don’t obey immediately, and the thumb and index finger of his free hand grips my cheeks, squeezing until I have no choice but to open for him. He shoves the barrel into my mouth and down my throat, causing me to gag on the metal nudging the back of my throat. “See,” he chuckles. “Soon, this will be my cock. Don’t fuck with me, Sofía. You’re here because I have chosen to help you.”
The door opens; he releases me and allows Valentina to enter. Her eyes are wide when she sees I’ve wet myself.
“Take her to the bedroom and get her cleaned up.” He waves his hand, ignoring us, as he settles himself in the chair behind his large desk. That’s the last time I see him for the day, but my body is still thrumming, and my mind is whirling with what the fuck just happened.
16
Victor
I fucked up. I shouldn’t have done that, but the rage that’s slowly simmering in my veins for this girl boiled over, and now I’m stuck here unsure of what my feelings for her mean. I want to protect her, but I also want to fuck her into next year.
I want her to cry.
I want to watch her crawl away from me, plead with me to stop when I won’t.
I would never fucking stop.
And that’s where my problem lies.
The door to my office flies open, and I’m met with Javi’s angry blue glare. His eyes are the color of the tropical oceans in Havana. Flawless and see-through. Even so, he would never let anyone in. He’s as closed off as I am. And perhaps that’s why we get along so well.
Until now.
“What happened?” His expression is wary, knowing my emotions are taking hold of me, and I’m losing it. No woman who has ever stepped foot on this property has ever made me lose my mind, but for some reason, this sweet, innocent woman who doesn’t have a forever has shoved her fist into my chest and gripped my heart in a feral hold.
“She overstepped her comments.”
“And that’s the reason for making her piss herself?” he questions, but I don’t respond. I can’t. His blue eyes shine with flames of dangerous fire, and I know he’s about to give me a piece of his mind.
All the years I’ve spent around Javier, he’s always been calm. Almost as if he didn’t notice the shit I would do, but now… Well, this is very different. His body shakes with the rage that’s so clear in his eyes. I want to get lost in a bottle of Patron, but for now, I have to take the advice from Javier.
“Ella jodidamente se enojó,” he bites out angrily, his face contorted in a way I’d never witnessed before. He stalks back and forth, pacing a hole in my carpet, before he suddenly stops and glares at me. “You’re in love with her.”
Love?
It takes me a moment to process the words. That one word. And I chuckle. I laugh, from deep in my gut, and the sound rumbles through the office like thunder rolling in from the desert.
“I don’t love, Javi, you’re being ridiculous.” In my attempt at shoving his confident conclusion away, I glance out the window, trying to look calmer than I feel, because every fucking nerve ending in my body is alight with want and need.
“Look me in the eye and tell me she means nothing to you.” His command causes me to glance his way. “Did you fuck her?”
“You’re out of line, amigo,” I bite out, shoving away from the desk, causing my chair to slam into the wall behind me with a resounding thud. Stalking around the desk, I maneuver my way in front of Javier, pinning him with a glare so fierce, I’m certain he’d drop dead if I could kill him with a glance.
“I’m not stupid, Victor,” he tells me. “I’ve known you all my life. When you lie…” His words taper off, and I’m burning to know what exactly he thinks he knows about me. “I can see it. There’s no way of hiding it.”
“Are you growing a pussy, Javi?” I taunt, attempting to push the focus on him, but I know he wouldn’t fall for that trick. I’ve done it before, and he’s picked up on it immediately.
“Victor.” There’s a hint of frustration, but mostly fear, in his voice. “This isn’t a teenage crush we can laugh off in a few years.”