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  It had taken me several seconds to recognize her, but when I did, I had forgotten everything else. What was Valentina doing here? I never thought I’d see her again.

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  I watched in horror as Valentina parted her lips. She had recognized me too; I didn’t think I was still recognizable. That skinny, malnourished boy had turned into a muscular man with bulging biceps, and six pack chiseled abs. My hair was as long as always, but these days, I tied it in a ponytail at the back of my head. But she saw me, and she was using her eyes to warn me about something.

  I didn’t care if she didn’t want me getting any closer to her. There was no way that I wasn’t going to get her out of this place. I knew instantly that she was being kept captive. I could see it from the panic ridden eyes of the assholes that were standing beside her, keeping guard.

  They saw me when I was finally, only a few feet away from her.

  “Back the fuck off. We are not a part of the Black Skulls. Leave us out of this shit,” one of the guys said and stepped in front of her.

  “Jesus! Go! Don’t come near me!” I heard Valentina scream and it only boiled my blood more.

  “Step away from her,” I grunted through gritted teeth, and the two guys looked at each other. They came at me at the same time, coordinated in their actions and I put myself on them. One of them punched me in the stomach while I grabbed the other one’s neck. When I went down to the floor, I took him with me.

  The other one’s boot was over my face, coming at me but I rolled away. When I jumped up, I sprang at him again, catching him by surprise and I fell to the ground with him. My punches were hard and quick, and the second guy had by now made a run for it.

  I didn’t stop hitting him though. I hit him till I felt his jaws crack open, till I knew he wouldn’t be able to get up off the floor.

  When I looked up, Valentina was standing up from her chair, her hands were clasped to her mouth, and there was terror in her eyes. I stumbled as I got up from over the guy I had knocked out. Cries and gunshots and grunts were raging around us as I walked towards her.

  With every step I took, Valentina’s eyes grew larger. She dragged her hands away from her mouth, and I saw that her lips were still parted. It was like time was standing still, and we were the only two people in that warehouse. I saw her gulp, something like a smile fluttered at the edge of her lips. Her breasts were rising and falling, and I was close enough to touch her.

  But I stopped. I knew nothing about her anymore. I didn’t even know what she was doing here. Maybe I had made a mistake; maybe she wasn’t their prisoner, maybe she didn’t need to be rescued.

  “Jesus…” she breathed my name out in a whisper as I stared at her.

  “Valentina…” I said, her name catching in my throat because I hadn’t said it aloud in so many years.

  “What are you…” I began to ask, but she cut me short.

  “I was kidnapped,” she cried and threw herself at me. Valentina fell into my arms, and our bodies pressed together as I held her. I felt like this was another one of my dreams…that she wasn’t there. But maybe it was a nightmare because she was crying and she was hurt. I’d noticed the bruise on her jaw.

  “King!” I heard Commando’s voice behind us and Valentina wriggled out of my arms. I grabbed her wrist as I turned to him, tugging her with me as I joined him a little distance away.

  “We have most of them. We can get the kids out now,” Commando told me, and we nodded at each other.

  “How are we going to do it?” I asked him, and I saw Commando’s gaze drift to Valentina, but only for a moment, he was looking at me again.

  “The boys and I can take care of it here; you can leave if you need to be somewhere else. Get her out of here?” Commando said, and I heard the knowing tone in his voice. He had no idea who Valentina was, but he had noticed the grip I had on her hand. He could tell that she meant something to me. If there was anyone, out of all my brothers who would understand, it was Commando. Not too long ago, he had to save Ava from captivity as well.

  I tipped my head at him and then turned to Valentina.

  “Let’s get you out of here,” I said to her, and she took in a deep breath.

  We ran through the dimly lit warehouse, jumping over knocked out bodies and ducking every time we heard a bullet ringing in the air. I covered her head with my arms as I guided her out towards the open exit of the warehouse. I didn’t care about what was happening, even though coming here had been my plan and I should have been back there with my brothers, getting the kids out.

  I would have been the first one to put my life at risk here, and I had, but now that I had seen Valentina, nothing else mattered but her safety.

  We burst through the exit and into the night air. In the distance, I could hear the rumble of motorcycles. Some of the Black Skulls who had managed to escape were making a run for it.

  “Where are we going to go, Jesus?” she asked me and I turned to her. We were both panting, both relieved to have made it out of there.

  “To my place,” I said and still holding her hand, I led her towards my parked Harley. I only let her go when I had her seated safely on the back of my bike. I could sense her eyes on me, watching my every move.

  “I’m so glad you’re here,” I heard her whisper in the dark as I took my place in front of her.

  Chapter 6

  Valentina

  I was shaking like a leaf when Jesus opened the door to his apartment, and I stepped in. I was still in shock over everything that had happened. The kidnapping, being forced to watch those kids beating each other up…seeing Jesus again.

  We had spoken very little since we left the warehouse. There were ten years of silence that we needed to overcome and I still couldn’t believe that it was actually him. That he had saved me from my captors.

  Jesus switched on the lights of his apartment, and I looked around the place in awe. That skinny boy I used to know from ten years ago, who had nothing, not a penny to his name…now lived in his own place. It wasn’t a fancy place, in fact, it was quite sparse, but it was neat and clean and had everything in its place.

  “Sit down, Valentina. We need to clean you up,” he said, and I whipped around to look at him again. We stared at each other in silence for a few moments. He looked different now, his bronze skin was tougher, and his body was buffed up. His hair looked healthy and long, and he had it tied in a ponytail. His chest was broad, stretching the thin material of his t-shirt, and with every step he took, I noticed the powerful muscles of his thighs. Jesus had come into himself. He had turned into a sexy piece of meat, and I did not doubt that he had a long queue of women drooling over him all the time.

  I nodded my head quietly and sat down on his leather couch, and then he vanished somewhere into the house.

  Where were we supposed to begin? How was I going to explain everything to him? In fact, he didn’t even seem curious. He had barely asked me any questions. It was as though his top priority had been to get me to safety.

  When Jesus returned, he was carrying bandages, ointments, cotton balls and some band aids. He arranged everything on the coffee table in front of me, and then walked over to the kitchen cabinet and brought back a small bottle of vodka.

  “This might sting, but we need to disinfect that gash on your jaw,” he said, and I stared at him as he knelt down in front of me.

  This up close to him, I couldn’t drag my eyes away from him. I used to know this face so well, every inch of his body…and now, he was nothing more than a stranger to me. Just a ghost from my past.

  I watched as he dabbed some of the vodka on a cotton ball and brought it close to my face.

  “Ready?” he asked, in a softer gentle voice and I bit down on my lip. When the cotton ball touched my bruise, I felt a sudden sting, and I winced. Jesus’ free hand reached for my knee, and he squeezed it. His touch was warm and comforting, the kind of comfort I had missed all these years. I didn’t even know I needed it, but I did.

  “Ju
st a few seconds more,” he said and dabbed the cotton ball on some other scratches and bruises around my neck and shoulders. I stared at him as he did this, with rapt concentration, like I could have been anyone. Then he started cutting out pieces of the bandage and sticking it to the wounds.

  “You might not like the way it looks, but just keep it on for a few days, just until the skin starts healing,” he told me, and I peered into his eyes.

  “Can we talk about what’s happening?” I blurted out, unable to stop myself before the words came out. He snapped his head up to look at me; his dark eyes were stormy and intense. I watched as he clenched his jaw and then straightened up.

  “You told me you were kidnapped,” he said and turned away from me, closing the cap of the vodka bottle.

  “And you, believe me, right?” I asked him, and Jesus took a few seconds before he nodded his head.

  “Of course, I do, Valentina, you’ve been hit, you have bruises,” he said and turned to me again. He was standing over me, over the couch, and our gazes were locked.

  “Then why aren’t we talking about it?” I said, in a quiet embarrassed voice. He took in a deep breath.

  “Why are you back here? I didn’t think you would ever come back,” he said, and I licked my lips. His voice had risen now, and he sounded angry about something.

  “That was the Muerte Viviente who had you, weren’t they? Why would they hold captive the daughter of their own leader? Are they punishing you for running away? For being with me?” Jesus had stepped away from me, running his hands over his face in frustration. His eyes were bloodshot, and there was rage dripping from his voice.

  I stood up from the couch to reach for him, but he took a step away from me.

  “You shouldn’t have come back here, Valentina…it isn’t safe for you. Why have you come back here?” he growled, and I could feel my nostrils flaring. I couldn’t believe he was mad at me for coming back, while my soul was melting because I had seen him again.

  Jesus glared at me with his jaws clenched.

  “What do you want, Valentina? Why are you here?” he repeated the same questions as we glared at each other. He was blaming me for being kidnapped!

  “Papi is sick. He’s going to die soon. I wanted to see him before he did!” I screeched, losing control of myself. How could he blame me for this? “I didn’t come back for you, Jesus!” I added for good measure, and I watched as that grimace on his face drooped, and his eyes became wider.

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  “What’s happened to him?” Jesus asked, taking a step towards me again. I was surprised that he even wanted to know after everything Papi had done to him. Then I realized that it was me he was concerned for, not my father.

  “I’m not sure. He wrote me a letter a few weeks ago. Something about his heart,” I replied, and Jesus took in a deep breath.

  “So, he found you,” he said gruffly, and I didn’t respond.

  “Was it a ploy to trick you into coming back? So that he could hold you prisoner?” he asked, gritting his teeth again.

  “No, this wasn’t him, Jesus…Papi would never do that to me, no matter what I’ve done. He isn’t the leader of Muerte Viviente any longer since he fell sick. He owes them money,” I said, rushing towards him, but stopping in the nick of time, just inches away from his body. I wanted to be in his arms again; I wanted the warmth of our bodies to mingle, I wanted to feel his breath on my face. He was so strong and powerful and safe, but Jesus was angry. He still couldn’t wrap his head around what had happened to me. He still blamed Papi.

  “So, they kidnapped you as vengeance?” he asked, in a quieter voice now and I nodded my head.

  “Papi doesn’t even know I’m back; he doesn’t know that I was kidnapped. Please, Jesus, believe me, he might have been cruel and ruthless towards you, and the other boys when you were younger, but he would never do something like this to me,” I cried, and our eyes met. I was holding his gaze forcefully, hoping that he would believe me.

  Jesus glared at me for a few moments longer, and then his eyes grew softer.

  “Where have you been all these days, Valentina? I left you alone all these years because I wanted you to be safe. I didn’t want to lead the Muerte Viviente to you,” he said, and I could feel my lips trembling. He suddenly looked gentle, almost sad.

  “In Connecticut, I trained to be a teacher…I’ve been safe, Jesus. But I had to see him, one last time. I didn’t know that the gang would be waiting for me at the airport. I had no idea what Papi has gotten himself into,” I said.

  There was still a distance of a few inches between us, but I could feel his warmth and I was certain that he could hear my heart beating too.

  Jesus stretched a hand towards my face, his fingers grazed the bandaged bruises on my face, on my neck, and I pressed my eyes closed. Nobody could touch me like him. Even after all these years of being apart, nobody could make me feel the way he did.

  “I have you now, Valentina, you’re safe with me,” he said, and my eyes flew open. He was watching me, and I felt naked under his stare. Suddenly, my body was filled with jealousy. I didn’t want to imagine how many other women he had touched like this. But I was his first; he was mine…we would at least always have that.

  “I know I am,” I replied and he lunged at me. Our lips met, and I threw my arms around his neck. Jesus’ hands found my waist, and he lifted me up. My legs instinctually wrapped around his waist as he carried me towards one of the walls of his living room.

  His kiss was hungry and powerful. His tongue parted my lips and thrust into my mouth, possessing me all over again. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My back pressed against the cold wall while he explored my mouth. With my legs wrapped around his waist, I could feel my pussy pressing against his throbbing erect cock. Our clothes separated us, but I knew how much he wanted me. I couldn’t wait to feel his bare skin under my fingertips.

  When Jesus drew his lips away from me, we stared into each other’s eyes. His were dark and dangerous. I could see in them what he wanted to do to me.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long, Valentina,” he growled as he ran his mouth over my face, over my neck and to the top of my breasts. The back of my head pressed against the wall as I enjoyed the thrill of his tongue on my body. It was scorching hot, leaving a blazing trail of wetness on my skin.

  With his teeth, he tugged at my top, while his hands held me in position against the wall. I felt feather light in his arms. Jesus was a grown man now, not the teenager he used to be, and I could see that he was going to fuck me like a man too.

  I moaned in his arms while his hands traveled down to the buttons on my jeans. I gasped when he undid them.

  “Do you want this?” he asked, breaking his mouth away from my body, looking up at me with fiery expectant eyes.

  “Yes…please, I want you,” I begged him, weaving my fingers through his hair.

  He kept me propped up with one arm, while he used his other hand to unzip his own jeans. I gulped, licked my lips and watched as he dragged his cock out of his pants.

  We were both fully dressed, but there was no time to take our clothes off. We were desperate for each other’s bodies. Not one second could be wasted.

  Jesus wound his arms around me again, and I clung to him. Our jeans were pulled down, just slightly down our crotches, enough for his cock to press against my panties. I was dripping wet, my juices flooded out of me, and he hooked a finger on the elastic of my underwear, pulling it down to my jeans with one quick tug.

  I pressed my thighs around him more, squeezing his waist, my breathing growing heavier by the second. Jesus’ mouth found mine again, just as he thrust his cock into me with one forceful push.

  My body jerked from the force, and I moaned loudly, as I felt his cock sliding into me. Jesus grunted, peering straight into my eyes as he slid his cock out. He had his jaw clenched. There was anger in his eyes, mixed with a desperate need to be inside me. I was holding him with my hands on the back of his neck, looking back at h
im. He thrust into me again.

  We moaned together. I could feel his cock inching deeper and deeper inside me, stroking that spot which I knew would start my wave of orgasms soon.

  “Has anyone else fucked you like this?” he growled, through gritted teeth and I knew he wasn’t looking for an answer. He was aware of the truth already, he could see it in my eyes. The three guys I had slept with after I moved to Connecticut, hadn’t even come close to what Jesus was capable of doing to my body.

  He slid out and plowed into me again. Our bodies were pressed together, his hands propping me up by my waist, our centers fused together and he thrust and thrust, picking up a rhythmic pattern as he pushed into me. Jesus was more powerful now, and his thrusts were more forceful. Sex with him, in those first few weeks of getting to know each other had been gentle and romantic, now it was wild and animalistic. We were hungry for each other’s bodies.

  I swayed in his arms while he continued to move inside me. Letting out a raw cry of pleasure, I sank into his body, my head resting on his shoulder as he continued to pump. My breasts bounced and pressed into his chest, and he held me there. Half suspended in the air, and half pinned up against the wall. He wasn’t going to let me go till he was satisfied.

  Jesus’ fingers tangled in my hair as our hips moved together. I couldn’t stop moaning. Nothing before had ever felt this good…not even sex with him. This was a starved desperation that was finally being fed, and I knew he could feel it too.

  “Look at me, Valentina. Look at me when I come inside you,” I heard his voice, and I drew my face away from his shoulder. His cock was deep and big inside me, the friction it caused against the walls of my pussy was exhilarating. I felt like I was going to burst any moment. All my frustration, my fright, was going to be released with one final thrust…I could feel it bubbling up inside me.