Milan

"You already know the ropes. There's leftover spaghetti in the fridge." I as after we walked into my apartment and I walked straight to my room.

"Don't mind if I do." I heard him chuckle and clap his hands together.

I rolled my eyes and closed my room door. My mind went back to tonight's previous events. Jack is so sweet...but did he have to lie? I mean... I knew it was Dean in that truck. Dean said so himself. Well.. He didn't actually say it, but I'm pretty damn sure it was him.

Earlier that Evening
"Of course I need protection! I'm like a second son!" He said defensively.

I giggled. "Yea...okay." I shook my head and felt my phone vibrate. I took it out.

Unknown: Hopefully you can fit me in your mouth like you did that cheese steak. 😉

Fuentes....
Present Time

El idioto! What makes him think that I'll ever be with him! He's an arrogant, obnoxious, jerk with gorgeous green eyes that you could get lost in and-

Pull yourself together girl! Don't fall for the dreamy eyes bit!

I groaned in frustration and grabbed my towel and walked to my bathroom and stripped and turned on the hot water.

A shower will help. This is where you do most of your thinking ya know. I hopped in and just stood under the running water, letting it run down my head onto my face.

Think, Milan. How to get close without getting attached...
Images of his smile and eyes popped into my mind and lets not forget that hot bo-

"Darn you, Fuentes." I hissed.

"Not talking about me, are you?" I heard a deep voice that caused me to yelp in surprise.

I pulled back the shower curtain slightly and peered at the intruder. He leaned on the wall by the door with his arms crossed, smirking.

"What are you doing here?! Get out!" I hissed.

"Calm down baby girl. You're already in big trouble." He pushed himself off the wall and into an upright position.

I raised an eyebrow. "Trouble? For what?"

"You made papí very angry and you need to be punished." He furrowed his eyebrows and slowly walked forward.

Oh my gawd! What do I do?! It's not like I can just go around him.
Before I knew it, he snatched back the curtain and was now standing in front of me pressing me against the wall, eyes darkened with lust.

"You've been a naughty girl, Milan." He said in a low husky voice that caused shivers to run down my spine.

Oh geez...

"Mils!" I heard a knock on my bathroom door.

I opened my eyes. It was just a figment of my imagination!

Note to self: No erotic thoughts about Dean in the shower.

"What?" I answered back.

"Something is going on outside and you need to see it."

I huffed and quickly put body wash on my bath poof and scrubbed myself clean and rinsed off. After I turned off the water, I stepped out and wrapped my towel around myself and left the bathroom.

"Geez, did you drown or something?" Mikey smirked.

"Shut up." I snapped irritatedly. "What's going on outside?"

"Look out the window." He chuckled.

I walked briskly to the couch, still in my towel, feeling the cool air hit my damp body.
I sat on my knees and looked out the window.

There he was in all his glory. (note my sarcasm there) He had somehow triggered the alarm on my Camaro and was leaning against it.

I swear before God if he did anything to my car, I'm putting a bullet in between his eyes.

He looked up at me and took out his phone. Immediately, mine rung. Before I could send Mikey to get it, he already handed it to me.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I hissed angrily into the phone. I know, I know I hiss a lot at him, but wouldn't you?

"Respect, Milan. I don't like your tone." He said lowly.

"What the fúck do I care!" I said  feeling slightly irritated that he has the nerve to demand respect right now.

I looked him in the eyes. He shook his head while I heard him chuckle on the line. "Still using that tone I see." Then he stood upright, smirking. "Milan, remember the café? I was just going easy on you... Either change your tone or else."

I narrowed my eyes and did the most savage thing I could think of and it was to hang up on him.
I flipped him off and closed the window. I grabbed my keys from the coffee table and turned off my alarm.

"Buenos noches, Mikey." I walked towards my room.

"Night. And I think you made him angry." He chuckled as he peeped through the window. "He's punching his truck."

"Whatever. At least he's not punching my car." Then I closed my room door and locked it.
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I stirred in my sleep and I wanted to stretch out a little bit to get more comfortable until my legs and arms came in contact with something hard. I snapped my eyes open to see him smirking at me.

I fell backwards off of the bed in a heap of covers, tangled up in them. I quickly freed myself and stood up glaring daggers.

If looks could kill, he'd be dead twenty times over.

"What the hell! How did you get in here!" I raised my voice.

He got up from his lazy position from my bed and stood on the other side with a pissed off expression. "I thought I told you to watch your tone, doll."

"I can talk to you however I want in my apartment in my room." I said through gritted teeth.

With speed that I didn't even think was possible, he ended up on my side of the room, stalking towards me. Each step he took forward, I took backwards until he was right in front of me, boxing me in with both arms.

He crouched down to where he was eye level with me. "Now listen here, pet. I warned you about disrespecting me." He said with a devilish smirk.

To be honest, I was turned on and scared for my life at the same time with this 6'5 giant in front of me. And I know you're thinking: Aren't you Miguel's kid? and Don't you have that freaky time manipulating power?
All good questions but that doesn't help at a time like this. Especially the time thing because I don't know how to control it! I'm screwed....

He roughly dragged me towards my bed and covered my mouth. "Scream and I'll make it ten times worse."

Then he sat down in the bed and threw me over his knee and lifted up my giant shirt.

Fine night to choose this, Milan...

"You will regret disrespecting me." He slapped my butt extremely hard to where I hissed in pain. And he was relentless. My behind seared with pain enough to make my eyes water.

After he was done, he pulled my shirt down and lifted me up. Tears clung to the corner of my eyes. He held me firmly on my upper arm, tight enough to leave a mark. He stared at me intensely. "Now you are going to listen to me." He practically snarled. "You are mine and only mine. You're my little pet, my toy." He curled his lips into a smirk. "You are not allowed to talk to any other men or I will fúcking murder them. Got it?"

All I did was nod and he shook me slightly. "Use your words when you speak to me." He growled. "Got it?"

"Y-yes.." I said through a shaky breath, I wanted to cry because my frickin' butt hurts..

"Yes what?" He challenged.

Okay...this is escalating too quickly. First you freakin' sneak into my room, spank me like I'm your child, and now you want me to call you Papí?!

I held back my tears and let a smirk form on my face, not letting him know that he got to me. "Yes, Dick Fuentes."

He chuckled and gripped my arm tighter. "You really love testing my patience, huh." Then he pulled me back over his knee and the relentless slaps on the behind begins.

This hurts like a mofo!

He tossed me like a ragdoll onto the bed. "Go to sleep and I'll see you tomorrow." He grunted and left the room. I heard the front door open and close and the only sounds that I heard was my own ragged breaths and Mikey's loud snoring, too sore to move or throw something at him.

I swear I'm going to kill that boy! He didn't even hear Dean walk in or out! And I'm going to kill Fuentes... But Mikey's on the hit list first.