It's been three days since I had the pleasure to finger fuck Mika. My commitments with God are still intact, but I'm blurring the lines. In college, I experiment with women either receiving or giving oral, but I never desire to go further.

Until Mika.

A lot of things changed the moment I met Mika.

From the moment my eyes laid on her on that stage, I knew she would be my demise. She is a bundle of chaos, ready to unfold. I tried to listen to the angel on my shoulders and disregard the allure she wore in our conversations. But it's fucking impossible when she's grinding her ass over my rival. Mika's gaze sparkled with mischief. Never leaving mine, and I couldn't resist any longer.

The snake continuously waved the apple in my face, and I took the largest bite out of it, relishing every second. I couldn't go two fucking seconds without remembering what it was like to watch her tremble because of fingertips. Her moans rang in my ears like sweet melodies, whispering, teasing, yearning to come for more.

It was a mistake.

Something I wouldn't and couldn't take back.

Instead, I want to go further and stick my cock in her pussy until she is quivering, breathless, begging for me to fuck her. Abstinence is a joke. What's the point of following a specific set of God's rules when I disregard another? My familia kills people for a living. Eventually, I'll have to follow the path if I wanted to be a respected leader. Why should I refrain from having sex when I'll eventually commit the biggest sin--

Murder.

"We've arrived, Jefe," Limon states, parking the car against the cobblestone sidewalk. The drive to Velazquez's mansion flew by like a breeze from all the thoughts consuming my brain. Gato, Mateo, Pancho, and the rest of the lower status used separate transportation. "Looks like the familia is running late. Should we still head in?"

I slam the door behind me. "Might as well."

I haven't stepped foot in the house, yet I'm itching to go home. Unfortunately, we're attending the youngest Velazquez's sixteen birthday, which is simply a deception for the actual purpose of this event-- a bargain. Our fall from reign allowed the Velazquez family to take the upper hand in becoming the leaders in the drug trafficking industry. While we lowered Barrera's authority, we didn't have enough manpower to dismantle the Velazquez or the money.

Our best alternative is to construct an agreement in which both families receive a slice of the money. Then, once we reach our old status, we will rip the rug right from under them. Limon uses the lion-shaped metal knocker to announce our arrival, and a butler opens up. With a pleasant smile, an elderly lady offers to place our jackets in the closet and leads us in. My eyes wander on the guest, drinking their expensive wines, until I bump into a surface.

Annoyance washes over his expression until he makes the connection. "Jesus Christ, is that you, Asiel? I don't think we've seen each other since that holiday," Enzo Velazquez greets, and we shake hands.

My face remains stern. "Nice to see everyone again. I thought it would be weird coming back, but it's like we never left."

Enzo laughs, slapping my shoulder and stalking us towards the living room. "We haven't had the chance to upgrade the house yet. You know how mamas are! They're always afraid of us switching things around."

An uncomfortable shiver cascades down my back. The Velazquezs paraded around in their many masks, pretending as if there wasn't a rift between us. Only one sibling isn't afraid to display his resentment from the unfortunate situation years ago. Enzo is not that sibling.

"Very true."

He extends his hand towards a black-hair woman, resembling his same cobalt eyes. "You remember, Daniela? You guys used to make snowmen together in the snow. Everyone thought you guys would end up together one day."

A wave of nostalgia wracks down my spine. Not because of Daniela, but because I thought of my brother. He has been my role model since I was a toddler. I followed him everywhere. Whenever he wanted private time away from me, he would pay me ten dollars to hang out with Daniela. After a while, I raised the price because even at age five; she flirted relentlessly. If I did anything remotely rude to her, my father would have his wooden stick ready to swing at me.

I cringe inwardly. "Yeah, remember when she threw a tantrum and kick my snowman's head off?"

Red blossom washes over her complexion as a dainty smile forms on her nude-stain lips. "Oh gosh. Is that really your only memory of me? How tragic. So, you don't recall our late movie nights when we shared a kiss?"

"A kiss you forced on me." My brows go up.

She rolls her eyes. "The details are meaningless."

I blink a few times from her clear lack of screws in her head. "I guess that's why people say memories are subjective. I'm going to head to the bathroom. Is it still over the corridor?"

Enzo pats my back. "Yeah, same way."

The annoyance in my stomach dissolves into oblivion as I strode past the guests, taking a left turn after their kitchen. Their company wanders in every hallway, admiring their expensive, lavish art, statues, and designs. My phone vibrates in my coat pocket, and I take it out to see a message from Mateo saying they've arrived. Thank goodness. They will make the next few hours manageable.

As I stick my phone in my pocket, I catch a glimpse of familiar black, luxurious hair cascading down her back. My stomach does an unexpected flip, and I suck in a breath, holding it as I think back to why that hair looks familiar.

Is it possible? Am I just losing my mind or is it really her? How could she be at this type of party?

Disregarding my bladder, I move in the opposite direction, trying to find her strawberry-scented black hair. A sheen of sweats falls down my forehead, a mixture of my speed-walking and nerves. I do a double, triple-take, rubbing my eyes until my visions fade into blotches of white spots. I couldn't fucking believe it.

It's like a beam of golden light twinkles on her silky olive complexion, heightening her beauty in ways I didn't know was imaginable. She casually greets the server, her shoulders vibrating wwith laughter at their joke. Thin satin light pink fabric hangs on her body, angling perfectly with her curves. A large triangular slit is carved between her boobs, showcasing her small tattoo. My entire body goes rigid when she glances over her shoulders, her intimidating gaze piercing through mine. Silence overpowers the noisy chatter as I get lost in her mythical nature.

My thoughts race back to a few nights ago when Mika was at my mercy, fully bare beneath me. My balls are boiling, my cock throbbing with every heart beat.  It's intoxicating. I lost a sense of reality when I had the opportunity to dominate Mika and have her quivering under my fingertips. Lately, it's like whenever we are in the same vicinity, I change into an alter ego. An ego I wish lasted long enough for when I am facing my biggest fears.

The room tilts with a sickening jerk.

"Asiel, it's been far too long." he darkly chuckles, blocking the perfect view of Mika. His stomach-churning smile stretches across his face. My insides quake with neuronic fury as his eyes dawdle on my bruised knuckles. "Or maybe I'm mistaken?"

My throat runs dry. My skin is burning. I'm staring at him open-mouthed, frozen in horror. Were my rings enough to blow my cover? Sweat breaks out on the back of my neck, sinking into my tuxedo. My heart is racing, and I'm terrified, fucking terrified. All the confidence I had in front of him at the club was gone by a long shot. I'm disheveled, quivering, broken in my boots, unable to grasp trust within myself.

"Luka?" Her sweet voice shatters my nerves in an instant. I can feel Mika's eyes burning into my side. "Which way is it to the restroom again?" The corners of that beautiful mouth quirk up into a half-grin.

My gaze lingers on Mika for far too long, and when I fix on Luka Velazquez, he's enjoying it. He's watching me squirm. And he's loving it. There's no doubt in my head that he's made the connection from the numerous hints I've dropped. My bruised knuckles. My silence. Mika. Out of everything, she's a dead giveaway. I couldn't last five seconds without flashing a glance in her direction.

His brows arch as he slithers his arm around her waist. "I'll show you in a second, but I wanted you to meet someone first." He grabs her other hand, intertwining their fingers with an obnoxious glare. Jealousy lies still at the bottom of my stomach. "Mika, this is my childhood friend, Asiel. Asiel, this is my date, Mika."

Pressing my lips together, I reach my hand out to politely greet her. "Welcome, Mika. I've always wondered who would win this bastard's heart."

Mika stays hushed for a second. Her brain must have been twisting and turning inside her skull. Any sign of turmoil disappears from her face as she takes my hand, electricity shooting through like a lightning bolt. Mika proves again why she's fascinating. She wore a poker face stronger than any other mafia leader.

"A heart? This bastard is a body with no organs," Mika replies cheekily.

Luka tightens his grip on her waist. "Ouch, so stingy today. Keep it up, and you will pay for it tonight."

My possessiveness over Mika clashes with my sanity as he publicly pampers her neck with kisses. She appears visibly agitated by his actions, but sports a close-lipped smile. It's obvious why he's being so touchy. He's shoving it in my face how he has Mika tonight as if she is some object.

She's way fucking more than that.

"Luka! Benito, necestia ayuda para encontrar sus pares de zapatos de la suerte. Dijo que ustedes fueron los últimos en tenerlos," Enzo shouts, tapping his foot impatiently.

(Benito, needs help finding his lucky pair of shoes. He said you were the last ones with them.)

Luka groans, throwing his head back. "Fucking hell. It's his birthday celebration, but I might murder him for this." He pivots on foot, never losing his grip on Mika as he tries to pull her with him. "Vienés?"

(Cominng?)

Mika tilts her hand backward, forcing him to lose his grip. "I have to use the bathroom, remember? Go help your brother. I won't die in five minutes."

His eyes flint with worry as he weighs both options. The edge of hysteria has him questioning everything. He probably thinks Mika and I are wearing a convincing mask, pretending we've never run into one another. Too bad, he's stressing about nothing. Mika hasn't met the face behind the mask.

In due time, she will.

Luka scrunches his healing, bruised nose. "It's around that corner. Head to the kitchen afterward, so we can eat."

With Luka's presence escaping from the vicinity, Mika swings around, her dress trailing behind her as flashes a seductive glance toward me. My heart squeezes in my chest, and I fight back the desire that tries to surface as I follow behind her like a lovesick puppy. I couldn't find a better word to describe myself.

"I thought dating doesn't mix with your extracurricular activities." My lips quirk to the side, forming into a full-grown smirk.

"It doesn't." Mika tilts her head, her eyes glinting with amusement. "But it's adorable to watch you freak out over another man. Isn't it a bit too soon to get jealous over a girl you just met?"

Her hand reaches for the doorknob, turning it slightly before gazing into my eyes. "Asiel? Such a unique name... Yet, you're the second person I know with it."

My breath catches. My ears are thumping wildly with the drumming of my over-stimulated heart. "Isn't that a coincidence?"

A smile curves on her lips. "That's what I thought." She takes a step toward me, loosening my two first buttons and pushing them open. "Huh, two angel wings, too... It's starting to be too many coincidences. The lord doesn't like liars, you know."

I tense, glancing around. "The lord doesn't like murderous killers, yet you're on a date with one."

My bare chest flares with longing when she rests her hands on it, tilting forward towards my ear. "I don't need to be liked when I own the underworld. Maybe Luka is right, he is the better match for me."

Something ignites in my sternum. "Luka isn't the guy for you. Deja de estar con él y encuentra a alguien que te haga sentir como una reina."

(Stop being with him and find someone who makes you feel like a Queen.)

Her eyes narrow with determination. "I don't need no man to make me feel like a Queen. I am one," Mika retorts, as she leans over to fix the straps on her knees. My breath leaves in a rush as her boobs fill her dress so flawlessly. I wanted to take her right then and there. "But there is someone who makes me feel human."

My brows scrunch in confusion. "Who?"

The idea of another guy interesting her creates a massive hole in my chest. My lips thin as I think over our night together. It didn't mean anything to her, did it? I'm the only one developing an emotional bond with a detached woman. The concept of love is a task for her. It isn't the beautiful carved painting the bible always promised.

Her eyes leisurely rake over my body. "A person I know."

I scoff. "Seriou-."

"Asiel!" Mateo's voice shocks through my body like an unexpected storm. "Luka's mother is waiting to greet you. We shouldn't leave the woman of the house waiting."

I bob my head. "You're right..."

My mind is screaming at Mateo for interrupting my conversation with Mika. I wanted to spend the night with her, get to know her, caress her, maybe even fuck her. But like a rubber band, I'm pulled back to reality and my true intention of tonight's appearance. My body feels heavy like metal as I turn away from my princess.

"Asiel." My name sounds so fucking sexy, leaving her lips. "For your information, I'm only here because Luka brought me for the night." Her heels click against the marble floor towards me, cradling my chin with a pout. "No need to be jealous, angele."

She walks away and takes my breath with her.

Floor-to-wall bookshelves line the wall behind his desk and across the door. The layout is very Rustic style, complete with an ancient rug and wooden furniture. It even has a gigantic piano with an adorn wooden cushion and collages of music sheets. I see a couple of documents on his desk in beige folders, but I don't have the chance to thumb through them.

Luka points at the sofa. "Make yourself comfortable."

The door swings open, revealing Mika with a wineglass in her hands, and she closes the entrance behind her. Her heels clicking is the only noise as we get comfortable in our positions, dousing in the awkwardness.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me," I say, trying to ignore Mika's presence in the room. It's damn near impossible with the way she settles her plump ass on the desk and sits. "I know it isn't easy after everything your family has endured."

Luka grins and shakes his tumbler at Mika for a refill. "The past is the past. If we want to evolve and grow the business, we can't hold grudges forever. Right?"

"Right..."

Mika rolls her eyes and pours scotch into his glass, cheekily dropping her chewed gum in it. As the glass touches his lips, he notices Mika's action and chucks the liquid in her direction, wetting her clothing. She gasps, jumping off the desk in pure shock and alcohol sinking into her see-through material.

"Mika," Luka calls for her, using his pointer fingers to gesture for her to come closer. "It's about time you do what I brought you for. Get on your knees and under the desk while I finish talking with Asiel."

Concern washes over me. "Why is she going under your desk?"

"To suck my dick, what else?" His eyes are almost black, shining with a blazing gaze. "It's the only thing she's good for. If everything goes well between us, I'll let her blow you off, too."

Mika laughs, tying her curls into a ponytail before going to her knees. A blurring fury blinds my eyes as I grip the couch's armrest, sinking my nails into them until it aches. I would not survive having this conversation with Luka if Mika was inching away, touching him intimately. I'm so fucking tempted to call Julian in here to beat the shit out of him.

I shake my head as his laughter echoes back and forth in my mind. "I don't feel comfortable being sucked off and watching a man getting sucked off. We can reschedule if that's a problem."

His lips tilt into a sly grin. "Alright. Come sit in my lap, Mika."

Luka widens his legs into a manspread position, tapping his right thigh for Mika. A murderous glint sinks in my stomach like a nickel in a pond. I have been a patient man since I was a baby, but right now, I wanted to break his arms. Only for Mika. So I can help her.

I clear my throat. "I wanted to discuss us partnering together to spread our products around the globe. It's well known. We're the main distributors on the east side, and your family controls the south. We want to know if you're interested in combining our forces, and giving each a share in our respected territories."

Mika runs her french nail acrylics through Luka's blonde hair, ignoring a deep groan and grin from him. Spite crawls up my spine like an insect. I'm itching to rip his body limb by limb. My stomach dips with a queasy, collapsing at the playful, sensual glimmer in her gaze. If I don't pull myself together and stir in the right direction, Mika will be my downfall. It takes every fiber of my being to stay composed.

Luka settles his head on her breasts. "How do I know we can trust your family?"

"My father doesn't rule the Morterero familia anymore. I do. And because I do, I made some changes. My family took a big hit this year, and we want to re-invent ourselves into a proud familia. If working with our enemies gets us there, then we have to go against our better wishes," I explain, running my hands back and forth on my knees.

He taps his chin as his gaze wonders with turmoil. "Nothing can go wrong when two enemies are forced to work together so they can bring justice for their familia. Let me entertain this idea. How much territory would we divide?"

I purse my lip, tapping my knuckle against his wooden desk. "We will divide Russia and France with you. In return, give us sanctuary in Mexico and Colombia."

He narrows his gaze. "Mexico is excessive. She's close to the borders, easy access for you fuckers to overtake my men."

I almost lose composure to smirk at this conclusion. Of course, it isn't too far from our intentions. "It's a big country, big enough for each of us to have our little slice. I'm not like my father. You don't have to worry about us. When we're ready to part ways, we will meet again and communicate."

A please smirk tilts his mouth. "How is your father? It must pain him to watch you unravel everything he's worked for."

I shrug. "Thankfully, the only opinion that matters is God."

"Oh, Lord." Luka rolls his eyes with a grunt. "Don't start spewing religious nonsense like you used to do. You will soon learn no one's opinions matter, especially a bitch." He spanks his palm against Mika's ass, causing her to yelp. "If people doubt your authority, you end them before they make a move against you. No one fears you, Asiel. It's time to transform that little boy I used to ignore on our holidays into a vicious man."

"Not every kingdom needs a fearful leader. Some kingdoms dominate for years because of the king's loyalty to their subjects. My familia will continue to fight by my side because we're devoted, loyal, and Morterero. I will become King because my people respect me, not because I frighten them to the point of solitude."

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