“Yes.”
“Did you come to our estate a lot? I honestly don’t remember you.”
Admittedly, it hurt a little that she still didn’t remember me, but I was sure she had a good reason not to. “By the time you came along we were wild teenagers. Constantly on the move. We rarely hung out at your place.”
“Did you think I was a cute kid?”
“The cutest.” I wrapped my arms around her and held on to her firmly. We might be headed in a direction that could make us sad. “You were always smiling and seemed happy, when I saw you.”
“I haven’t been happy for most of my life. It’s like I’ve been in survival mode since I found them lying there.” She put her arms on mine as if afraid I might leave. She didn’t need to worry. I wasn’t going anywhere. “But I feel safe with you.”
What the fuck? Her words just registered.
She had foundthemafter they were murdered. I didn’t know she’d been there. Tonio had never mentioned Silvia seeing them.
Jesus, no child should have witnessed that crime scene. It had been traumatic for me when I helped Tonio cover it up. No wonder she had no memory of me or anything else pre-murder.
“You are safe with me.” I kissed the side of her head. She was easy to be with, and that worried me. I could actually fall in love with her.
“What ended your friendship with my brothers?”
There it was. The question I dreaded. I wasn’t sure how much she knew about her mother’s murder. And if she didn’t know much about it, was she ready to know the truth?
“So, this is how it is, Jefe?” Yoli entered my bathroom radiating heat like a sizzling skillet.
“What do you want Yoli?” I had to admit; I was relieved she interrupted us. But I didn’t want a cat fight, first thing in the morning.
“I brought your usual Sunday morning breakfast, jerk. So, you’re with her.” She pointed at Silvia.
“What does it look like to you?” Silvia asked in a matter-of-fact tone. “It shouldn’t be difficult to figure out.”
“Listen, puta.” Yoli moved forward with her finger pointed at Silvia. “You can’t come into this club and act like you’re the goddamn queen. There isn’t one, but there’s a hierarchy among the women. Right, Jefe?”
“Don’t bring me into it. Imma sit right here and let you two work it out.” This was the kind of chick squabble I got off on. There wouldn’t be any violence, or so I hoped, with me in the tub with Silvia. I’d just let the ladies have at each other.
“That’s very wise of you.” Silvia turned on her side, hooked her arm around my neck, and gave me a hypnotizing kiss.
I had to give her props for not cowering. She had more power than Yoli in this situation and she knew it.
“Get out of that tub!” Yoli shrieked. “Imma beat the shit out of you!”
“I feel you, Jefe.” Silvia ignored Yoli. “Let me help you with that.” She twisted completely around to face me, then lowered herself onto my cock.
I growled deep in my throat as I entered her. “Shit, Chiquita. You feel so good.”
“Don’t you fuck him in front of me, you puta!” Yoli looked like she was about to lose her mind any second.
“Don’t like it? Get out. We don’t want you here, anyway.” Silvia put her in her place without even looking at her. This woman was incredible. She stood up to Yoli, when the other sweet butts didn’t. They all feared Yoli, but that was how the pecking order worked around here.
If Silvia stayed, there’d be a new hen running the roost. Maybe I was being overly optimistic about her staying and knocking Yoli off her perch.
“Better watch your back, bitch. I’m coming for you.” Yoli stomped to the door. “And Jefe, Quino said to tell you he needs a word about that one.” She sneered at the beautiful woman gently riding me.
“Tell him I’ll be down in thirty.”
She turned to leave.
“And Yoli,” I called.
