Page 103 of A Foster Fling
“So you can shoot up the building? I think the fuck not.” She was all brass and sass with her arms crossed in front of her, unafraid of the weapon I held between us.
“You heard the man, clear out.” Diego, the owner’s son, came from the kitchen to chase away the stragglers.
“Where the hell have you been?” I growled.
He shrugged. “I didn’t know the Cortez’s would be here today, sir. But as you can see, everyone is clearing out.”
It wasn’t his fault I was pissed off. Hismamamade deliciousmenudo.I couldn’t pass that up. “Lock up and get the fuck out too. I’ll compensate your father.”
“Shades?” He gestured to the windows.
He didn’t even move without making sure he was going to execute my order perfectly.What a good soldier he would make.
“Down. See me in a few days for an opportunity, Diego.”
Diego smiled huge. “Thank you, sir.” He turned and shut everything and locked up while I stared at Salma.
She glared back at me like she would rip my heart out of my chest if she could.
Good. I didn’t mind her brat. She should never fear me, but I did need her to fear what I was capable of. She should be afraid of what I would do to the other men who want to be part of her life. She should be afraid of what I will do if she misbehaves and pisses me off, and the lengths I will go to keep her safe and with me. I want to be her home. The man she trusts above everyone. Her salvation. Her God. I want her to love me. Trust me. Worship me. But I also wanted her to fear my wrath.
She damn sure would bemi princesain more just a name. One day. She was already my everything. I just needed to convince her what was already true. One day she would be at my side when it was my turn to run the family, not as my sister, but as my wife.
The thought of her being mine made my dick swell.
“Say goodbye to your friend,princesa.” I motioned for Diego to come over. “Please escort Ms. Takahashi outside. A security detail will be here any minute to take her safely home. Don’t forget to lock up.”
The girls said a quick farewell. After Emiko and Diegoleft, Ihold a beefy claw over Salma’s arm and drag her toward the kitchen.
She narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing?” she screeched as I led her none too through the swinging doors.
“I’m teaching you how to keep your mouth shut.” I growled, pulling her into the kitchen. I just hoped she didn’t hate me when it was all over with.
Chapter Five
Salma
Raul forced me into the kitchen. I didn’t know why, but my stomach hurt something fierce. It kept cramping and squeezing. Was it fear? Or was I excited? Was it the trepidation of things to come melding with the thrill of the unknown? It was an intoxicating concoction. It made me heady. It made my stomach churn. It was like my utter love for horror movies, but now finding myself trapped in the middle of a real one.
I had worked myself up and was too terrified to ask now.
And did I really want to know?
Raul pressed me face-down flat over an empty prep counter. The industrial metal was smooth and cold beneath my cheek. My eyes fell upon a neighboring surface with fresh cut vegetables scattered about. The kitchen staff didn’t even get a chance to clean up before being ordered out by my brother. Should I be flattered that the asshole would clear out a whole restaurant just to fuck with me?
The butcher knife caught my eye.
Fuck. Was I going to need that? Was that a sign?
His throbbing cock pressed into my backside and I froze. He leaned over me to whisper in my ear. “You’ve been a very naughty girl. Do you know why everyone had to leave?”
I couldn’t lie, I was curious–about more than just his declaration. I wanted to feel more, and wondered what it would feel like if my skirt had just been a little higher…
Stop!That kind of interest was wrong. I needed to get control of myself. Raul was my brother. I was disgusted with myself for feeling like this. I shouldn’t be wet, wanting to back myself against him and grind. I should be running away, calling my priest, and confessing my sins. These thoughts would get me a one way ticket to hell.
Raul wouldn’t suffer, I would. It was always the woman who took the fall.
“Answer me, Salma.”