Chapter 20: Cayla.

*Cayla*

After I had kidnapped my ex's lover, Angel, I retreated back into hiding. I wanted to stay out of sight for as long as possible for now, until I was sure I knew how I wanted to Kill her. Sure, I could have killed her while I had her there in my grasp, but that wouldn't do. You see, I have this big plan to take it slow. Like how my relationship with Gray started out as a slow burn kind of thing before they broke up with me.

I plan to slowly, and savor each second of killing Angel. I want to torture Gray like they have tortured me by breaking up with me. Call me a crazy bitch if you want to, but Gray was and always will be mine. No matter how many women they try to replace me with. I am their true love.

Their body, their soul, and their damn good dick are mine. "Boss, your father is on the phone," one of my guards stepped into the office where I had been held up in. Currently, I was staying in a mansion I bought a few years back. My dad nor anyone else in my family knew of it, only my closest and most trusted loyal men knew of it. I ushered him further in with my hand holding my hand out for the phone which he quickly handed to me.

"Hello papi. What do you want?" I spoke with the most uninterested tone I could muster as I sat back in my office chair which was really a black gaming chair. I kicked my feet up on the desk in front of me, one leg placed comfortably on the other as I stared at my guard. For some reason, he was looking kind of good right now if you know what I mean. I gave him a sly smirk as I played with a strand of my own hair, taking in his full-cut appearance. It was really something about men and women who participated in the gym that attracted me so easily.

I know I know I was just mad and saying that Gray was mine and whatever, but every now and again a woman will settle with something as good. And I, certainly planned to have my needs served pretty damn soon. "Young lady, where are you? no one will tell me where you are. You are bringing shame to this family!" My father, the head honcho of the cartel had been yelling and scolding me while on the other line as I seductively stared down my Guard.

Pedro was his name, the guard I mean. He was a young guy, only in his late twenties. Give or take, twenty-seven or twenty-eight I'm guessing. He had tattoos, his hair cut short, piercings in his ears, one side of his nose, and one on one of his eyebrows. He was tall and a hot Puerto Rican. My favorite kind of man to be honest.

"Daddy, calm down. You don't need to worry, as soon as I'm done fucking around with Gray and get my pay back I'll come home. Now, never call this line again, or I'll kill you. You know Gray could be tracking this right dumbass?" I hung up on him before he could get another scolding in.

With an unconcerned giggle, I slowly stood up from my chair and stepped around my desk so that I was standing in front of it. With one last look at Pedro, I pushed myself up onto my desk, my legs crossed one over the other. "Pedro right? You're a new face huh?" I began to ask, curiosity ringing in my tone of voice, my eyes never straying away from him.

"Yes ma'am, though I'm not all that new," A short chuckle escaped him as his eyes lingered on me, then they slowly began to trail down my curvy seated frame to my legs. Which I slowly and teasingly spread, the black dress I wore stretching as my legs came wide wanting to reveal what was hidden in the middle. "Well, I'm not all that sure I can trust you with my life papi~" A mischievous smirk grew on my lips, playing like a song on loop. "Boss, I have a woman-" Pedro held up his hands in protest, his eyes quickly flicking up from my parted legs back up to my face in a nervous squint as he smiled innocently.

But we all knew, there was nothing innocent about a man who worked for a Mafia or Cartel, Nothing at all. "Unless you are willing to die right here, I advise you to play along and show me how much I can trust you with my life." Quickly my smirk faded as I witnessed his protesting gesture. And his words rang sweetly in my ears. I loved the thrill of having a man cheat with me while his woman was at home.

And the best part about it was wondering if you want her to find out or not. As that thought began to linger in my mind, that mischievous smirk began to play on my lips once more. My core bloomed in heat as my panties became damp. The thought of his angry woman turned me on more than the thought of his dick inside of me. It's amazing how much of a hold women had on me more than men did without even trying really. Pedro let out an exasperated sigh of defeat as he dropped his hands down to the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it over his head.

His eyes met back with mine, but instead of an innocent stare this time it was replaced with one that of a hungry predator. His muscular torso was revealed and covered with tattoos of black and red ink. "Now that's more like it handsome!" I exclaimed, gesturing with a thin finger to come here which he did without a second thought. and soon, We were having our way with one another. I had a lot to do, so I wanted to take a break of sorts to prepare myself for such planning I had to do.