“Where are you taking me?” I asked scared.
“Just shut up, you will find out soon enough.” The driver said.
I looked out the window to see if I could see another SUV, hoping James would know where I was. Unfortunately, no car followed us. We pulled up to a hotel. To my surprise, it was a Cortez Hotel. It looked similar to the hotel that was in Chicago. The bodyguard pulled me out of the backseat and dragged me to the elevator. We swiped the keycard and selected the ‘PH’ option. When the door opened the guard dragged me into the room which consisted of a kitchen, dining room, and living room. He then pulled me into the hallway which led to the rooms. He threw me on the bed and clasped a metal cuff around my ankle. It was attached to a chain that was attached to the wall. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing!” I screamed at the guard who just stood in the doorway with his back to me.
“Shut the fuck up.” The guard responded coldly.
It felt like I waited forever. Until I heard a familiar voice.
“Bello, I see my men brought you to the correct place.” Jesus laughed. It was evil and relentless. I gulped hard and held my breath.
When I finally mustered up the courage to speak, I asked, “Jesus, what am I doing here?”
“Well, bello, I’m here to see if you are going to be good enough for my son.”
“How do you expect to do that?” I asked.
“I plan on spending time with you, learning about you, finding out what makes you, you.” He chuckled. Then he put his hand on my thigh. I shivered, repulsed by his touch.
“Please, please don’t do this.” I pleaded.
“What is it you think I am going to do, bello?” His words like fire in my ears.
“I don’t know, just please, Jesus, let me go, please. I will be your business partner, I will give you half of what is mine, just please unchain me. Please.” I had tears in my eyes. He laughed.
“Don’t cry, it is not becoming of you. I told you, the only way into a partnership with a cartel head is to kill someone and take their position, marry into it, or be asked, and so far, none of these options have presented themselves.” He looked deeply into my eyes. His hand slid up my thigh to my groin. I held my breath and tried to press my thighs together as hard as I could so he couldn’t touch me. “Bello, you’re going to marry my son, but I have to make sure the goods are worth making the arrangement. If not, I will have no choice but to kill you, as sad as it is to waste a pretty face.” He said this as if to manipulate me.
“So, you want to fuck me to ensure I am good enough for your son?” He shook his head in agreement and gave me an evil grin.
“Exactly, see not only beautiful but smart too.” He chuckled as he removed his shirt. I froze in fear. Oh, holy shit, this was happening. He was going to force himself on me or I was going to take part in this sick charade. The only man I have ever been with like this was James. He always moved the right way, said the right things, kissed me in the right places. He just knew me. He knew everything about me, my dreams, goals, desires. I felt my eyes swealing with tears, the lump in the throat got tighter. Jesus pulled my dress up exposing my naked body. He pulled my dress tightly over my head, locking my arms above my head. I didn’t try to fight him, I figured if I did, he would put a bullet in my head right then and there. He cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples. He ran his hands all over my body, touching every part of me. I did not embrace his touch, but I did not move. I was so ashamed of this version of myself. Tears ran down my face slowly. “Don’t cry, bello. This is a beautiful partnership in the making.”
He kissed my cheek, down my neck, to my breasts, my stomach, to my groin. He kissed my pussy and stuck his old finger inside of me. I winced. This is so wrong. I should fight, I should kick him in the face. I should fight back! I chose my life. I pushed my hips into his face. I grabbed his hair with pulled his face up to meet mine. “If we’re going to fuck, it’s going to be the best fuck of your life.” I said through gritted teeth and kissed him hard. He was taken aback. I rolled on top of him and unbuttoned his pants. He almost seemed to not want this, like he wanted me to fight him. I leaned down close to his ear, “Is this not what you want, Jesus, you want me to cry and fight you? You want me scared?” I bit his ear, hard. He moaned.
“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you, bello?” He smiled and grabbed my ass, slapping it hard.
His phone rang before he could enter me. It felt like I could finally breathe. He rolled me off him and sat on the side of the bed. He spoke in Spanish, but I gathered from his body language that the conversation did not go how he wanted it to. I hate to say it, but I was so relieved. I could finally breathe again. He got up and got dressed, “this was fun, bello, I think you are going to fit in just fine to the family. You have my blessing to marry my son.” And he left without another glance in my direction.
The guard came in and unchained me from the wall. I slapped him across the face, “You dick, don’t ever touch me again!” He looked like he was going to beat me to an inch of my life, but pulled himself back and took a deep breath.
“Get dressed and don’t speak again.”
I quickly ran into the bathroom with my dress. I forgot I was completely naked. I used the restroom and washed my hands, my face, my privates. No matter what I did, I didn’t feel clean after having his hands all over me. I wanted to shower but the guard banged on the door, “Hurry the fuck up!”
I opened the door and the guards ushered me to the SUV parked outside. I was so tired. I laid down in the back seat and drifted off into sleep.
I was awoken to being pulled out of the back of the SUV. I thought it was James who carried me inside, but it was Maximo. It’s like he knew what had happened. He couldn’t look me in the eye. “Let go of me.” I fought but was so tired.
“Shut up.” He said coolly. He blamed me for what happened, his father almost raping me.
He laid me down in his bed. He unzipped my dress and took it off me and covered me up. His sheets were amazing. They were soft, yet cool to the touch. He didn’t touch me as I was falling asleep, honestly, I think he left the room, but I didn’t care. I was comfortable and slipped into a deep sleep.