Maximo helped me shower, brush my hair, and get dressed. He helped me to the kitchen where the maids had already prepared soft foods.
“I want him dead.” I said coldly. “I want to pull the trigger.”
“We are working on a plan, mi amore.” Maximo said taking a sip of whiskey.
“I already have a plan.” I responded, taking another bite of mashed potatoes. “I just need you to agree.” I knew Jesus is Maximo’s father, but Jesus has tried to rape me and now kill me, so his time has come.
“Well tell me, mi amore.”
“No Maximo, I will show you.” I was still sore from surgery, but my rage fueled me through. I got up, refusing Maximo’s help and headed towards my room.
I packed a bag of clothes, lingerie, my phone for my clubs, and my pistols. I pulled on a pair of my black skinny jeans that were too loose now, but that helped my aching stomach, a black T-shirt, a leather jacket, and my leather boots. I grabbed my laptop and checked my emails.
I had sent an email to The Velvet Room – Miami asking for 2 female dancers to help me with my plan. Since I am the owner, this request was not taken lightly, and the manager responded back to me with pictures of 2 girls.
I walked into Maximo’s office where I found Julio. “Fallon!” He jumped up, surprised, pulling me into a huge embrace before kissing me on the cheek. “I’m so glad you’re awake and doing okay.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. However, I need heroin, Viagra, and pain pills for the road. Julio took a step back, shocked. “Not for me, Julio.” He kind of smiled before heading into the secret basement behind the armoire in the office.
Maximo was waiting for me in the foyer with a bag. He too was wearing black jeans, a black shirt, and a leather jacket. He smirked when he saw me. “Let’s go.” I said dryly before heading for the garage.
Julio, Monte, Joe, and Monte packed the SUV. I had to sit between Julio and Monte in the backseat. I think it made both of them happy.
We were off to the Hernandez hanger.
We touched down in Miami within 5 hours of leaving Mexico. There was a large black SUV waiting for us at the hanger when we landed. We loaded up the car and headed for my apartment in Miami. I had an apartment in every city I had a club in.
The doorman stopped us, asking my name and room number. Julio quickly stepped forward grabbing the man by the throat. “Don’t speak to her like that.” He hissed in the man’s ear. The man was shaking. “Fallon Martin, the penthouse. Robert always leaves my key in my lockbox, here is my key.” I handed it to the man, whose hand shook the entire time. Maximo huffed when I told the man my maiden name, I had not gotten around to changing it with all of my properties.
“Of course, Mrs. Martin.” He left for a few moments before returning with my penthouse key elevator card, and garage key. I keep a Land Rover in this parking garage for when I am in town.
We all got in the elevator and headed up to my penthouse. It was gorgeous. With light marble floors, dark wood and gold accents, 2 large red velvet lounge sofa in the middle of the room, with a large rug, and coffee table. The kitchen has dark wood cabinets, marble counter tops, and all gold stainless-steel appliances. There were three large rooms with their own bathrooms, and a large master suite, closet, and bathroom. The master had its own balcony with a sitting area and private spa.
The guys each took a room and Maximo followed me to the master. I think he enjoyed my properties; he was always amazed with them.
He set our bags on the bed and I began undressing, I was still in pain, but was only taking Tylenol and ibuprofen so I could keep my head clear. Maximo leaned against the wall and watched me undress. Even with my new scar I guess he was still attracted to me, although, I did think he was going to kill me after I birthed our child, but that all went to shit. I suppose we both needed revenge before he plans on killing me.
I headed for the shower, Maximo followed behind me. He got in the shower with me and began soaping me up. He pulled me close and continued to rub and soap up my body. “Oh, mi amore, I missed this.”
I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant, as we had not been a ‘couple’ in a long time. He made sure of that. I did what I needed to do to ensure my safety and ability to live.
I decided to play his game and rub on him, causing him to become aroused. I felt his hard dick press firmly against my stomach. He pulled my face up to his and kissed me hard. He pushed me against the wall, sending a pain through my abdomen. I hunched over to catch my breath.
“Oh shit, baby, I’m so sorry.” Maximo said hushed before helping me back up. He softly kissed me before finishing soaping me up and letting me rinse off. He finished rinsing off and got out of the shower, handing me a towel.
“Wear something sexy.” He said with a smirk before leaving the bathroom to finish drying off in the bedroom. I smiled slightly, because despite his ability to be okay after losing our child, I was not.
I dried my hair and straightened it down my back. It was too long. I decided to cut it short, at my shoulders. I grabbed my scissors and cut my hair with a quick snip. I closed my eyes as my hair fell to my feet. I felt relieved in a way.
I curled my now short hair, added foundation, mascara, cat eyeliner, and a nude-pink lip. I felt like changing my look up.
I walked into my master closet that was connected to the bathroom and bedroom and found my favorite, tight fitting leather dress which I paired with my black, gold studded stilettos, chunky gold bracelets, and gold chain. I sprayed a quick squirt of my Baccarat Rouge perfume and met Maximo in the bedroom.
His jaw dropped. “Your hair, mi amore.” I knew he didn’t like short hair on women, but I think he was going to let it slide this time. He walked over to me, grabbing the back of my hair hard, he looked down at my thinned body. “You look fantastic.” He hissed before biting my neck hard. “Although, I will need you to gain some weight, I miss your thick hips and ass.” He kissed up my neck to my ear lobe and whispered. “I want to fuck you so hard.” Then he pulled away from me. “Ready to go?” He left me wet and wanting more, but I nodded and we headed for the parking garage, making sure to grab my go bag.