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Page 27 of Venomous King

“That’s Stella and my sister’s influence, I’m afraid. They have taught her to fear nothing and no one. She’s a little warrior now.” A chuckle escapes me at the memory of Julia taking on her twin cousins, and Diego. I’m going to have my hands full with her as she gets older. The world has no idea what is about to hit it with the combination of her lineage and genes.

“Oh, I don’t know. I think she got that strength directly from her mother.” My gaze rises to meet his, and the heat in his olive green eyes causes a forest fire of instantaneous heat to again sizzle between us.

“Perdón por interrumpirte, jefe. Estamos aquí. (I’m sorry to interrupt you, boss. We are here.)”The gruff voice from the front seat breaks the thickening silence between us, and I pry my eyes away from Diego’s, to look out the window at all the tall evergreen trees surrounding a half-hidden, steel and concrete structure.

Fuck, we’ve made it to our new prison. Here’s hoping it won’t also be our grave.

Chapter eighteen

Diego

“Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together:at the door where the latter enters,the former makes its exit.”

Alexandre Dumas

Iwatch quietly from my place in the dining room doorway, as Santiago once again tries to approach Issy, without realizing that I’m watching them. It’s a curious sight, the two of them together, considering I know for a certainty that Issy has never been one of his favorite people, and he was adamant that I should forget her and move on, all these years. He even sided with my father, when he tried to arrange a marriage for me with one of the other cartels, to broker peace.

Not that it went well for either my father or him. A shudder races through my body at the memory of the Sanchez daughter, and how I refused to marry her.Psychotic evil bitch. We are still dealing with the consequences of my actions. Instead of peace, I only managed to increase the hostilities between both families.Fucking disaster.

How could my father ever think that I would comply, even to further our family’s reach? It’s always been Issy for me, and no one, no matter what they bring to the table, will ever be what I need except her, and now I have her back. She’s mine once again, at my mercy, where she belongs.

I observe as Issy’s eyes widen, and her body tenses, at whatever Santiago is uttering quietly in her ear. My hands tighten into fists that he’s so close to her. No man except for me should ever be near Issy, without fearing my blade in his throat. She immediately searches the room, and once she spies me in the doorway, she rises from the table and moves as far away from Santiago as the small room will allow. Interesting.What are you hiding, Princesa?

Through the open patio doors, I can hear a high-pitched peal of laughter and the bark of an amused chuckle from the back deck. I advance further into the room, noticing how Santiago instantly gets up and masks his expression into a cold facade of indifference, as he nods respectfully to me.I see you, fucker, I know something is up, the question is, what.

“I see my father is once again entertaining Julia.” A smirk crosses my stern lips as I witness them together outside. Julia is sitting on his lap, and they are whispering to each other and breaking out into laughter. Those two have become thick as thieves in the two weeks we have been here.

“It helps, I am sure, that every morning since we have arrived, he has presents waiting for her at breakfast. This morning’s was a three-foot-tall unicorn made of milk chocolate, with sprinkles making up the horn.”

I watch through the window’s reflection as she rolls her eyes, and I bite back my need to laugh at her dramatics. “Santiago got one of the men to hide it from her, before she eats her weight in chocolate goodness and makes herself sick.” I turn to watch Issy approach me at the window with a look of exasperation on her features.Fuck, she’s gorgeous, and all mine.

Speaking of Santiago, I see the fucker has slunk out of the room once again before I could corner him. No matter, he won’t get far, and he can’t avoid me forever.

Amusement fills me at Issy words, and some of the weight of the stress I’m constantly under is lifted from my shoulders. My father is really enjoying his role as Julia’sAbuelo (grandfather),and is trying to make up for all the years he’s already missed with her by spoiling the little cherub. I eavesdrop on their conversation outside, where my father is trying to teach Julia the lyrics to a Spanish lullaby my mother used to sing to me.

“Vaca... le... chera (dairy cow),” Julia butchers the words in her sweet, little angelic voice.

“Mi pequeña muñeca (my little doll), yourpapi (daddy)used to love when hismamá (momma)would sing this to him when he was a little boy. It is by a great composer named Juan M. Torregrosa. I will teach you the first part now, and then we will practice every day. How about that? Does that sound like a deal? Then we can go see the pony yourpapi (daddy)bought you.”

“Si, Abuelo (yes, grandfather),”Julia nods her little dark head with enthusiasm, and I’m so proud of how many words she’s already picked up in Spanish. She truly is a remarkable little girl. A groan escapes Issy at the mention of the pony I had to have shipped here in secret, and under cover of darkness, after I more than filled the imaginary swear jar within the first week. Julia was up to a whole herd of ponies by her calculations at my‘bad words’.

Tengo una vaca lechera (I have a milk cow),

No es una vaca cualquiera (It’s not just any cow),

Me da leche merengada (He gives me meringue milk),

Ay! que vaca tan salada (Oh! what a salty cow),

Tolón, tolón, tolón, tolón (bell sounds).

I turn away from watching the pair outside, and my gaze appraises Issy, who, despite being slightly annoyed at us spoiling Julia and, of course, being a captive under lock and key once again, looks radiant at this moment in the morning sunshine.

She’s wearing a dark blue long-sleeve sweater that hugs her slim frame, and a pair of leggings that show off her shapely legs, and the peach-shaped ass that I want to take a bite out of. Her short blond locks curl around her chin, and I can see the slightest hint of dark hair at her roots. I will never allow her to dye her hair from her natural color again, and I hope her hair grows quickly. I miss wrapping her thick strands around my fist and using them as a leash, while I fuck her ruthlessly. I wrap my forearm around her waist and pull her into my hard body, and a startled cry leaves her, as my lips make their way to that spot just below her ear that makes her purr.

My body’s reaction to her proximity is instant. My cock hardens in my pants, the tip leaking precum against my boxers, and the desire to drag her to my room, and fuck her on the floor like an animal, almost overtakes me.Fuck, I could wrap the collar I got her around her neck, and choke her out while I fillher pretty, pink pussy with my cum. The little breathless moan she makes, as my lips slide along the column of her neck, isn’t helping me either, and as much as I want to gorge myself on Issy, I need to know what is going on between her and Santiago.

“Tell me,Princesa.What does Santiago keep whispering to you, hmm?“ I bite down on her soft flesh, laving it with my tongue, as her sharp nails find my forearms and break the skin.




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