Santiago and I didn't like to cuddle while sleeping. We'd spent so many years being alone, sleeping alone, that meshing our bodies together while sleeping was going to take some time.

But when morning came, he'd roll over and enter me without any warning. I was always slippery from his cum. It didn't matter what position I was in, he'd just glide in and remain there and allow us a couple more hours of sleep, just like that. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced in my life. He loved being inside me. Static or moving, didn't matter. That's exactly where he was now. On top, dick in my pussy, like it was home.

I stretched under him. Waking up like this was a dream. The sun was peeking through the top of the dark curtains. I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes before forking my fingers through his hair. He made me feel so safe that I could die right now and not regret a single thing. His soft snores slowly subsided, his hips started to move lazily. He turned his head, his lips against my neck and I circled his hips with my legs, crossing my ankles, I started squeezing myself around him, like last night.

He hummed in approval, kissing my neck. I felt the friction of his dick inside me. I felt wide and stuffed by him and he clearly loved it when I squeezed him. He started to thrust slowly and I kept squeezing my pelvis. My eye lids dropped, pleasure coming to its surface and soon we were both softly moaning out releases. It was quick and sloppy and my legs dropped away from him, completely open and vulnerable to him.

We were breathing fast, he was still pulsating inside of me. Warm cream was spilling it into me. I moved slightly, trying to get his weight off me. Instead, he rolled us over, with me on top of him. We hardly ever wore clothes in the bedroom. He lazily stroked my hair, some of it snagged in his beard.

My relationship with him was still confusing but I knew he'd do anything for me, especially after yesterday. After he stripped me naked in front of his wife, introduced me to the world as his girlfriend and spoke of divorcing his wife, for me. I knew he was serious about me and I didn't have to go back to that life. I was his. His everything. A feeling of content washed over me.

However, his one goal in life wasn't finished yet and he couldn't leave the country until he avenged his family's murder. I understood that. I supported that and as long as he'll have me, I'd be there, right by him.

His chest rumbled.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, rolling us to the side, my leg over his hip, to keep inside me.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." I tucked myself under his chin.

We showered quickly and had breakfast before I watched get ready for Office. He didn't like leave me at home but I didn't mind. I would just watch something on Netflix or waste my time on Instagram or just watch beauty gurus on youtube and try on different make up for the day.

"What are your plans for today?" I asked, as I watched him get dressed in our room sized closet. There was a deep red chesterfield chaise lounge on my side of the closet. He had it brought in after he'd moved my stuff in.

"I need to speak to my lawyer, get the divorce papers ready. I need to speak to Oliver Vernoff. Get everything fast tracked." He pulled up his pants, tucked his deep blue shirt in the charcoal grey slacks.

"I'm sorry I'm putting you in through so much trouble. If I'd know, I might have tried very hard to stop myself from falling for you." I couldn't help the little smile the crept onto my face. He buckled up, in front of the mirror before he came me, towering over my body."

"I'm glad you didn't. It would have really sucked if the feelings were one sided." I beamed.

"Will she fight the divorce?" I usually heard men complain about how their wife were sucking all his hard earn money dry in the divorce. I didn't want him to lose the power he had because he needed it to go up against the people who obliterated his family. "We could wait. We could wait until the Capone's are dead. I don't want her vindication to affect your goal, Tiago."

Cupping my face, he brushed his thumb over my cheek bones.

"The deal was made between my uncle, Oliver and I. The only reason she said yes was because her father would pay her a 1 million dollar a year for the rest of her life if she agreed." He dropped a kiss on my forehead before going back to his getting dressed.

"1 million dollars for a year for NOTHING?" I was speechless, my jaws hit the floor. "Are you kidding me?" I was outraged. "I worked 3 jobs and went to college for a year and barely made $100 dollar in savings for myself after paying for tuition and debt and she makes 1 million for... not even sleeping with you?"

He laughed. "You're mad that she didn't sleep with me?"

I rolled my eyes. "You know what I mean?" I deflated back against the leather chaise. "How... Why... I mean... Rich people are just... I don't even." I couldn't form any eligible sentences. "There are people out there who are working day and night to just get by and here, all she has to do is say I do and show up to some functions and she gets a million 1 year. It could remodel the street I grew up, it could help the people from going hungry or maybe give them a break for a day at least. OH MY GOD."

"You know when people say if you work hard, you'll succeed? The people who works the hardest in this world, physically, are the ones who never experience luxury. When people say work hard, they mean mentally. People don't appreciate manual labor so the meaning behind that phrase is basically null."

"Well isn't that nice?" I sarcastically shrugged, screwing my face in disgust. "Someone should have told my dad that before he set out to achieve his 'American dream'." He wasn't feeling my animosity. "What?"

"You're very perky this morning. Usually, you're bitching at me for waking you up." He finished putting gel in his hair and then used a brush to sweep it all back. He didn't care much for the pristine businessman look. Why would he, he wasn't a prim and proper businessman.

I wanted to tell him that I felt happy. That being awake was a better dream than sleeping. I made puff noise in the back of throat, not wanting to admit it out loud, yet. Picking out a pair of round navy blue cufflinks, he came to me so I could put them on. After putting on a tie, I watched him reach behind the suit stand and punch a number in the wall safe he had hidden back there.

"Do you know how to shoot?" He checked his gun then put it in his briefcase before putting the suit on.

"No." I confessed. I never needed one.

"I should teach you. You should have one." I didn't to ask why I needed one and honestly, I didn't mind the idea of having a gun.

"Okay." I followed him out the closet.

"We should expand the closet. We can break into the guest room on the other side. I only built it for when my Uncle would come and stay. But now that you're here, we can expand. I can put a his and her sink in the bathroom." We walked into the living room.

"NO!" I exclaimed. "Stop trying to change your life around for me." I hated that.

"I built this house for myself and now I have you. So, I'm doing it for us. Deal with it." He leaned down to place a kiss on my pouted lips.

"Is this a part of the, 'I need you to submit to me'... thing?" I waved my hands around with sass.

"Yes. I'm taking care of you. Remember that." He laughed and I walked out behind him. He didn't park the car in the garage last night. It was in the drive way. "I need to change the security codes on the system. The bodyguard who came with Gina, he knows. He used to work for me but for some reason he moved over under Oliver's business dealings. Now I can tell that it's not Oliver but it's Gina."

"By the way he was licking his lips last night, it didn't look like he was much interested in Gina." He got into his matte black bullet proof Range Rover.

"Yeah, definitely changing that today." He looked annoyed at something as he started the car. Leaning in, I kissed him on his cheek and backed away.

"I'll try to come home early." He settled down, started drive back.

"Don't." I laughed, making him smile. Blowing him a kiss, I walked backwards inside, watching him drive away. When the gates closed shut, I was waiting the feeling of dread to come back but when none did, I truly looked around the place. I was on top of a hill, the walls around the house was built low to enjoy the view and boy, what a view it was.

I finally started to notice the beauty in the world. The bright light blue sky, the yellow light of the sun on different surfaces. I was in the moment and not in my head. I didn't have to imagine a good life anymore, I was living it.

It wasn't as if I wasn't familiar with luxurious life style. I had to keep up this life style for my job. Miss Caroline's clients weren't cheap, therefore they expected the finest from the women they were spending time with. I'd travelled with men in their private planes, I'd lived in penthouses with men who brought me gifts that were much more expensive than the actual date with me.

It was all glamourous and thrilling. The thrill was not getting caught my their wives or their friends. Some men enjoyed the excitement of the fantasy. But that's just it, it's all only a fantasy. I sold fantasy.

Men didn't want me, the girl with debts and dead parents, they wanted the fantasy in , Victoria Secret Lingerie or dress ups. They never wanted the real thing. The real me. Neither did I ever want to give anyone the real me.

Until Santiago.

I never had to pretend with him. It was just, easy. Simple.

I'd played so many roles over the years that I'd forgotten who I really was. I guess it was a good of a time to figure out who I really was.

But first, I had to make a phone call.

Santiago

"What?"

No, it couldn't be true. The FUCK.

"Thomas De La Cruz is dead. Laurence Capone's men assassinated him. They finally got him, San." My uncle, the only family member who was alive, called me that. I hated that name but have the heart to tell my only relative to stop calling me that.

Maybe that's why I hardly call him anymore.

Guilt choked me. This was Lucia's father for God's sake. She'd want me to have a good relation with him or maybe not. What do I know? She died when she was fucking baby. Nine but still a baby to me.

"Do you want to come back to USA for his funeral. I'm sure we won't be invited but we can go visit his grave." Death was a part of our job. Hearing someone had died, didn't shock me anymore.

"No. No point now." Tio's voice sounded haggard. He was working his like a mad man in Mexico. Running one of the biggest Cartels in Central America. Our money was good, we'd made enough to bribe a significant people in power to get off any charges if we ever got caught.

"I'll send some flowers to his grave after the funeral." I stated.

Thinking about a grave made me sick. The compound I grew up in, is where my tio was living now and in the back, there was a mass grave for all the family members that were killed by the Capone. Thomas was kind enough to have all the charred and unidentified bodies sent to Mexico where one of our enforcers took the caskets to the compound.

We went too, in disguise of course. After we'd buried them in a mass grave, I remembered Thomas trying to comfort Tio but the loss of his wife and only child killed him from the inside. He blamed himself. For not protecting them, for not spending time with Lucia, for their brutal murder.

We tried to retaliate but we couldn't keep our men in Mexico in line. We couldn't withdraw the money we had in our banks due to the facts we were announced dead. Only a couple of loyal enforcers remained. They are still here, leaders now, who were working with Tio. He had only one goal in mind. Revenge. After that, I wouldn't be surprised if he ate his own bullet.

The thought of losing the last family member made me want to vomit.

"Tio..." I kept my voice even. "I'm leaving Gina. Getting a divorce. I need you to talk to Oliver before the bitch ruins shit." I always disliked her. Not because she was a horrible human being, well, I didn't know because I didn't spend enough time with her to know. But because her ignorance, with herself, is still alive where as my mother, my brother and father were dead.

I missed Luca.

He was great friends with Thomas's son Xavier. Both prim and proper, always wore clothes that were designer.

"He wouldn't care. Neither would she as long as she kept getting her money per year." His voice sounded uninterested. Of course, it's such a stupid thing for me to worry about.

"I'll talk to you when I've signed the paper works." I said my goodbyes to him, then called my personal lawyer to look over the pre-nuptial contract Gina and I had signed. There was no way she was getting half of my anything. So if the pre-nup still held, I wouldn't have to pay her a dime.

I quickly sent a text to Landon to change my Security codes. He owned the best home security firm in L.A. It also helped that not everything he did was always legal. I had a hard time trusting honest people.

Turning on the computer in my office, I checked the news for updates about Thomas's death and it was all over Chicago's main stream media. There was a video of a young man who looked very familiar walk out of a mansion and get into a black sedan. Once side of my lips curved into a smile.

Xavier.

He was in a black suit, his men following behind him like follow the leader. He was the leader of the mafia now. A strong part of me wanted to reach out to him. After all, he was my little brother's best friend. A friend who had mourned his best friend's death for years by visiting and sending flower to a cemetery in Miami.

Thomas had told the media that his friend, Alberto and his family was buried in Miami. Each head stone separate for each family member that died. But we knew the truth. All the family member were buried in a mass grave where Tio was living. He was torturing himself.

Trying to shake everything out of my head, I got some work done in my office before the club opened. Even though my office upstairs was sound proof, the vibrations weren't. Sometimes, I enjoyed it. Sometimes, I used to go down to the club, meet a pretty woman and contemplated about bringing her up here but never did. I never kissed or slept with women I met in my clubs. My clubs were my businesses and I didn't mix business with pleasure or leave my fortune open to liable law suit

That's why I only slept with Escorts. They knew the deal. No attachments, no expectations, just fun.

By the time my phone dinged, I realized I'd spent my whole day away working on the Club I wanted to open in Malibu. The thing with California in general was that the trend kept moving rapidly here and if businesses didn't keep up, they went bust even if they were in a great spot.

I snatched that spot up without hesitating. I functioned on instinct and after not listening to my instinct on Lucia's birthday, I'd never refuted that feeling again. Never acted against it.

Picking up my phone, I saw I had a message from the woman who was waiting for me at my house. Our home. I wished she'd make it ours. She made me want to live again, made me want to breathe again. After I met her, I started seeing a future with her. A future that had always abruptly stopped after the revenge. Now, I could see is enjoying the sun in a remote island.

Being with her, brought out a part of me that I had lost a long time ago. Protective emotions. The need to keep someone safe, the need to make someone happy. It had been for my family but after they were slaughtered, I shut everything off. She reawaked that feeling again and I couldn't let her go.

"Missing me?" I teased, picking up the phone.

"There's like a couple of people at your gate, tinkering with your security system." She sounded slightly frantic.

"Yes, that's Landon's team. He told me they were going there. Sorry I didn't tell you. I just remembered reading his message." I was so submerged in my paper work, I had forgotten that I'd even read the message.

"It's fine. So are they going to come in the house?" She asked.

"No, just the front gate is fine. I can change the home one. It's on my finger print." I should probably get hers added on it as well.

"Okay, that's fine." She sounded relaxed now. "I'll see you when you get home."

I smiled when she cut the call. Home.

Good. She was thinking of the villa as her home. It will be her home, I'd make sure of that.

I called Javier, told him to come up stairs. He was my head of personal security. He was an ex dirty cop who was fired from the force. Now, he loved doing anything and everything that pissed the police off.

My office was a dark dungeon. Everything was brown, dim with blood red accents here and there. There was a pool table on the left by the mini bar. On the opposite side, there was a poker table but no one played on that. There were poker tables in the basement which was actually a gentleman's club.

This club wasn't a strip club. This was for celebrities and high profile people with money to buy in on a table starting at 50,000 flat. There was always a famous DJ on the booth and the music didn't stop until the sun came out. Even then, we'd have to sweep people out of the door, sometimes even literally.

When the security code buzzed on the door, it clinked open. Javier was a big, burly man with tattoos that snaked their way onto the side of his head from his arms.

"What's up man." He greeted me, coming to sit on the black leather chairs on the other side of my mahogany desk. He made the oversized sofa chair look like a child's toy but I didn't comment on that.

"I need you look into the murders of Manuel, Damien and Sara Rodrigues. I need you to find me the guy who killed them."