My brush wobbles on the canvas, blending the light pink tones with a harsh red. It gives the ballgown on the body a swirling effect, like she's running through the city. Her dark black hair is tumbling down from the bun on her head, faltering in the wind. Gloom clouds lurk in the sky. Ready to fill the streets with rain. My illustration of the Eiffel tower blends in with the foggy surrounding as if it were a million miles away.

The painting represents a sense of hopelessness. The woman is running to meet her soulmate under the Eiffel tower before he departs forever. At least, that's how I want the painting to be interpreted. But that's what I love about Art. Every photography, painting, and design creates an abstract outlook on life. It doesn't always have one message but a thousand.

I sigh, dropping my paintbrush into the mug of water. "I think it's perfect."

Like an alarm clock ready to go off, shouting rings my ear. "Muñeco!" My gaze floats to the sound of clicking stilettos. "Look at Turbo's outfit! Doesn't he look just so stinky cute?"

Mika rushes in a knee-length skin-tight black dress with criss-cross straps and an opening from her perky breast to her dangly piercing on her belly button. There's a golden chain on the curves of her boobs with a massive emerald jewel in between them. My breath gets caught in my throat by her beauty, that I forget I'm supposed to be looking at Turbo.

Our adorable light brown kitty sports a stark-white collar shirt and a matching white and black vest. It doesn't end there. Covering his ears is a black cap and harry potter circular glasses on his moss eyes. He opens his mouth, bending his neck to wet his white paws.

My eyes widen as I take him in my arms. "What did you do to him?"

Mika gasps, giving Turbo a quick Eskimo kiss. "Absolutely nothing. He was watching Mommy change and wanted to try on clothes, too. We went through a million outfits. Turbo was such a good boy for Mommy. Right, baby?"

Turbo purrs as Mika scratches the nack in between his ears. "Well, he does look adorable. I knew he was special when I saw him roaming the streets."

Mika extends her length by going on her tippy-toes and places a kiss on my lips. My heart does somersault as I nearly dissolve into a pile of goo. I have the same reaction every time. Her kisses are my kryptonite, my weakness. It doesn't help that she looks fucking stunning while I'm here in rundown sweats and a dirty apron.

"What have you been doing for the past hour?" She grins, clutching onto my biceps. "Can I look at it? Or do I have to wait for it to be done?"

Turbo claws at my skin as he grows annoyed at being held for too long. "Oww. Jesus Christ. You always scratch me, but not Mommy. You little brat."

Mika briefly side-eyes me before replying, "Well, for one-- he doesn't like being called a brat. It's pretty offensive."

A smile crawls across my face. "Oh, really? How do you know that?"

"Because we had an hour of quality time together," she responds with a laugh. "Turbo opened up a lot. He also said he doesn't like it when you don't spend time with Mommy."

"Mmm." I raise a brow. "Are you sure that's Turbo or you?"

She bites on her acrylic nail, sporting a cheeky grin as a pink blush emerges on her cheeks. "I don't know. What do you think?"

My palms cup her cheeks, stroking circles with my thumbs as I lean close enough for our noses to touch. "Mmm, Princesa, you know I love it when you act all clingy. I can't ever get enough of you."

Mika gags, her cheeks matching the color of a working, healthy heart. "I can't believe we're turning into those couples I used to make fun of. What's going to happen next? Matching jammies."

My narrows with amusement. "You snooped through my gift bags, didn't you?"

She bobs her head. "I was looking for Turbo's outfits. It wasn't intentional, but Muñeco. Matching jammies, seriously? I thought you preferred me in nothing at all." Mika glides our noses together.

Her comment causes wild thoughts to raid my mind. "Mmm, yes. I do. A lot-- actually. But I want to do all that goofy, romantic shit. Please Princesa. It's for our Christmas card. I even got a matching pair for Turbo."

Mika's eyebrows leap to her hairline. "Christmas card? Isn't that like five months away?"

I nod. "I like planning things in advance."

Mika's hands skim up my torso, generating goosebumps on my searing skin as she envelopes her hands behind my head. "Really? Do you plan everything? Like the day when you asked me to be your girlfriend?" A cunning smile crawls across her lips as she snuggles into my neck and sucks on my neck. "Did you think about me every second of the day, Muñeco?"

A shiver runs down my spine, and my eyes roll back to the intense sensation. Her mouth is warm, wet, and cruel seduction. I try to pull away from her, but Mika's lips are like a vice around my neck. I'm stuck between a rock and a faint tempting sensation that slowly travels to my cock. The rhythm of my heart flip-flops as Mika never detaches her lips.

A low groan leaves my lips as I try to hide my enjoyment by biting on my teeth. "Of course. I thought about you, Mika. You have me acting irrationally. Like the way I want to throw you on the table and fuck the living shit out of you."

Her mouth leaves with a -pop-. "Why did you think I wore a dress?" She rasps in my ear, the sensation of her breath on my skin sending fireworks over my body.

Mika glances up, her irises dilating with lust as they fall on my lips. She's freaking gorgeous. Irresistible. Unable to resist. It's truly a crime, a crime I'll repeatedly get arrested for. Slipping under her spell, I grab her face with both hands and slam my mouth on hers. Mika's kisses have a way of stealing any oxygen from my lungs.

The vacation we had from each other was pure hell. It was only seventy-two hours, four-thousand three hundred and twenty minutes, two-hundred fifty-nine thousand seconds. But fucking hell, it's more agonizing than getting shot at. There's something so desperate about the way her lips move around mine. It's as if Mika was a vampire, sucking all the blood from my veins until I'm blue.

My palms grab onto her ass, causing Mika to jump and wrap her legs around my waist. My tongue traces his lips, seeking entrance, and Mika willingly opens for me, moaning into the kiss. I slam her against the table, pulling our lips apart to empty the table. Her legs draw me in closer, grinding herself on my hardened cock as she frustratedly unties the apron around me.

"Why do you have so many layers?" Mika comments with a snarky attitude laced in it.

I laugh. "To annoy you."

Mika tosses the apron on the floor and rips my white collar shirt open, buttons decorating the ground. Her delicate touch sears my skin, causing my heart to hiccup in my chest. She yanks me by my chain, slamming our lips together and getting lost in the magical sensation. Groaning into the kiss, I taste the minty flavor on her tongue. Her dress bunches up her thighs as she grabs my hand, inching it towards her vagina.

"Fuck, Asiel." She nibbles on the edge of my ear as my finger plays with her folds, getting covered in her arousal. "You feel how badly I need you? Take me out of my misery, will you?"

With one fell swoop, I flip Mika around for her stomach to lean on the table, and her ass perks up, ready for me. A startled breath flies from her lips before turning into an amused giggle, clenching and unclenching her thighs as she lies on the wooden table. A sensual thrill awakens in the pit of my stomach as I lift her dress over her ass, revealing her gray thong.

Leaning forward, I shower her neck with kisses and fondle her breasts, causing Mika to crumble like a granola bar. "You are so desperate for me. What did I do to deserve such a good and needy girl?"

"Please," Mika pants. "I need you. Now."

Unbuttoning my pants, I use her wetness to lubricate my cock and toy with her by stroking myself while moving back and forth on her folds. She groans, craning her neck around to flash a fiery, irritated look on her face. But I take her out of her misery. Without warning, I slam fully into her, causing her eyes to roll back and grip onto the table for dear life.

My hold on her hair tightens, keeping her steady as I gradually thrust in and out of her. Mika's lips grip my cock like a suction-- not wanting to let go. It's a fucking sexy view. One of my favorite things to do is pull my dick all the way out and watch Mika whimper in suffering. She tries to shove my cock back inside her by thrusting herself back, but my hold on her waist keeps her restrained.

"Muñeco," Mika nibbles on her lips, her cheeks flushing bright pink. "Please fuck me like a slut. Use me up like a whore and don't be afraid to let loose."

Heat grips my cock when I thrust myself in with a force strong enough to inch the table upward. Mika's head falls, but my grip on her hair keeps her from fully letting go. Unleashing all my pent-up stress, I slap her juicy, full cheeks. It feels fulfilling for Mika and me. She murmurs my name while I slap her until my handprint leaves a mark.

My inside begins to tighten, and my cock is throbbing with the agonizing need to explode. Mika's knuckles are white as she holds onto the desk as I repeatedly pound into her, stretching her to the maximum point. Her sweet moans cause my mind to get all hazy, loving the way she's chanting my name.

Pulling Mika up by her hair, I move her towards the pillar and accidentally ram her in a portrait. She laughs, placing her hands on the wall and bouncing her ass back to meet my thrust. It's so fucking captivating, the way her body moves. Sweat rolls down my forehead onto her dress as I fuck her like it was my last day on this fucking earth.

"Holy Shit. Fuck." Her body arches, trembling like a flimsy rope, her hips rolling and grinding on my dick with each wave of her orgasm. She bangs her hand on the pillar, crying out in pleasure. "Goddamit, Asiel. Just like that. Use my pussy."

Her voice calls to me like a siren, edging me on in the best way possible. Sparks simmer in the base of my spine as I grit my teeth, feeling the sensation becoming overwhelming. It's the final straw. I come-- hard. Throwing my head back as my cock pulsates filling her up with my come. A blush creeps across her cheeks as she quickly darts back, and I'm dying trying to regain my breathing. 

Slowly, I pull my cock out and watch how my white cream leaks out of her. Mika smears her finger in my come and licks it clean. She moans like eating a satisfying meal with a sly smirk on her paint-stained face. My chest exhales, laughing as I wipe the green paint on her cheek. I guess the portrait hadn't dried up yet.

"Sorry, Princesa." I pout, showing her the smeared paint on her face. "I didn't mean to ruin the mood."

Her eyebrows jump to her hairline. "Are you kidding me?" She kneels, her eyes admiring my cock as she sucks the excess come, and I jolt from the sensation. "I'm ready for rounds two and three. What about you, baby boy?"

I groan, trying to ignore how sexy she looks on her knees with a satisfied smirk on her face. "With a girlfriend like you, I can go on forever, but we can't."

Her eyes glimmer with sadness, batting her long lashes. "But why? What's so important?"

I grab her jaw with both hands and tip her head back, catching her lips. It's a soft kiss-- a sweet, loving one. Mika holds onto my hand, parting her lips to let me get a better taste of her. Moments like these have my heart. These are the memories I want to reminisce about when we're old and gray.

My phone vibrates on the wooden floors, and I groan, pulling myself away from Mika and grabbing the device. "What is it?"

"It's Sandra. She said the chocolate-chip muffins are ready. Apparently, you've been asking them for days now," I recite, observing how her eyes go wide with delight.

She jolts to her feet, buffering out the skin-tight material on her curves. "Ahhh, I almost forgot! Sandra is the sweetest. I didn't think she would take my requests so literally."

I grab the wet towel by my palette and walk to Mika, trying to wipe the paint off her face. "Of course. You're a part of the familia, now. I'll always give you everything you ask for and more."

Her lips fold in as her gaze drops to the floor. "Did I forget to mention that I don't deserve you?" She laughs, scratching the nape of her neck. "Like at all. I should probably get going. I have work tonight."

Confusion mars my face as I reach for her wrist. "Wait, Mika. What's with the one-eighty?" Biting her lip, she keeps her gaze on the floor. "Okay. I get it. When you feel comfortable about sharing what's been bothering you lately, I'll be here to listen. But you can't leave without a muffin."

My pain fills the atmosphere as she sports a heartbreaking smile with tears forming in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm fine, just getting sentimental, that's all. Let's enjoy those batches of muffins."

She's lying. It's evident in her entire demeanor, but I know she isn't lying with the intention of hurting me. Mika doesn't want me to worry about whatever has been dampening her mood lately. The same way I'm keeping my nightmares a secret from Mika. It's not right, but our intentions are innocent.

Mika carries Turbo in her arms as she rushes up the stairs, her curls bouncing everywhere. There shouldn't be any surprises today. My papa's health took a sharp decline after hearing about Gato's removal, and he's been in the hospital for two weeks. He's a dramatic asshole. When Ander died, he practically danced on his grave, and I'm starting to see why.

By the time I reach the kitchen, Mika has already devoured two chocolate muffins and a glass of milk. Turbo munches on his bone, grinding his teeth on the hard surface. Before I could get a muffin, the doorbell rings, and I answer it.

But instead of opening it to see a person, I see a box and briefcase on the floor. The hair on the back of my neck stands up as I peek in both directions to see nothing out of the ordinary. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I grab the things and bring them to the kitchen.

"Who was it?"

I shrug. "I don't know, but they left these things."

"What's with you always getting these mysterious packages?" Mika giggles, holding the box over her head. "Spencer Forbes. Who's that?"

A sickening chill crawls down my spine at the mention of his name. "Did you just say, Spencer Forbes?"

"Yeah." She nods with wide eyes.

As if I was possessed by sonic, I rip the box open and spill all the items on the counter. My stomach churns with a mixture of shock and relief. It's all of Spencer's documents about the Mictlantecuhtli. Police records, photos of the crime scene, and most important of all-- white feathers stained with blood.

"Holy Shit." I curse, quickly scanning through a few pages. "It's everything Spencer found out before he died. Who would give this to me? I thought I finished the job by killing Luka. He's the one who killed him, right? I thought this was over."

Her expression is stoic as she reads through a few documents. "I thought so too."

My legs rush for the nearest trash can, and I drop to my knees, emptying the contents of my stomach. Everything is so twisted. Why did I think it would be that easy? My heart plummets to the floor. My head is spinning with this new knowledge as I rest my body on the drawers. Mika gnaws at her lip as she reads the page that caused an outrageous reaction from me.

"Mika... please tell me I didn't kill Luka for no reason. Please tell me that it's over."

She wrinkles her nose. "According to Spencer, your brother's murder was one color in the bigger painting. Someone with enough reach to have police officers in their pocket like Officer Griffin. Also... Mictlantecuhtli isn't a he, but a she."

I slam my head against the drawer with pent-up frustration. "What the fuck am I going to do?"

Mika knees down, using a napkin to clean my face like a baby. "It's okay, Asiel. Leave it in my hands. Let me help you. Officer Griffin is a frequent customer at Diablo's Paraiso."

"H-how do you know?"

"Because I have fucked him before. I'll get him to talk."

Ahh finally a somewhat sweet chapter... until the end. I was missing my babies being happy together and they're basically parents now because of Turbo!!! Ahh aren't they such a cute family 💜❤️

Damn who's trying to expose Mika? You guys think the person who sent the hit sent the evidence straight to Asiel?

Good thing there wasn't something too incriminating for Mika or do you wish there was something so Asiel could finally know?

Random question, do you guys get nervous every chapter wondering if this the chapter where Asiel finds out? 🤭🤭