Page 108 of A Foster Fling

Rather than leaving, as I had expected, she moved further into the room. I thought she was coming to me, but she brushed past my shoulder and kept going forward until she was standing right in front of Antoñio.

“Papa says you have gifted me an extravagant gift for my graduation, a Bentley Continental GT convertible, and that you proclaimed that you would be fighting for my hand in marriage.” Her eyes dropped. “I am deeply flattered by the honor. Thank you.”

I had to do some deep breathing exercises before I killed every motherfucker in this room.

“I’ll fight and win you and all the treasures you have to offer,” Antonio snorted before wrapping his hairy arm around Salma’s waist, tugging her onto his lap. “You’re already as good as mine.”

Salma squealed and tried to squirm away from him, but he trapped her in his hold.

“Put my daughter down,bastardo,” Bruno demanded. “You push me too far. She is not yours yet.”

My eyes saw red. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill them all. If he didn’t let myprincesago, that’s exactly what I would do. But my father was intervening and I could not disrespect him by interrupting. I bit my tongue until I tasted blood.

“It’s nothing, Padre,” Antonio chuckled, alone. No one dared join in. “I just want to make sure she isn’t skittish around me.” He slid his filthy paw up Salma’s chest and Bruno’s eye twitched. “As I assured you, I will win. I swear it.”

Antonio was already dead as far as I was concerned.

“You want to die today, ehcabron?”Bruno’s hands clasped together and his face closed down.

“She’s a woman. No reason to be upset, Padre. She was made for this. As I assured, I would win her hand.”

Fuck, Padre was about to go nuclear. The last time Bruno lost his temper, he slaughtered an entire family–and that had been a small slight.

“Let me,”I silently begged.

Bruno must’ve heard my murderous thoughts because he sent me the look. A message that conveyed he was at his limit, but I was not to kill the stupid fuck. Not yet. In time.

I pulled my knife out of my boot, rose out of my seat, and approached Antonio. Bruno smirked, a brow raised in anticipation. I could see the blood thirst in his eyes. He wanted Antonio to pay for this slight. Treating Salma like a common whore was a dumb fucking move. Antonio was too stupid to live, but his family connections kept his sorry ass alive–for now. I just wish I could’ve taken this outside. Salma had picked out the plush carpeting in Padre’s office. Which meant I loved it. And we had just had it cleaned from the last incident that had me drawing blood from Saldivar’s idiot offspring.

Back to the issue at hand, I held the knife against Antonio’s jugular. “Get your filthy fucking hands offmi hermana. You think you can come into my house and disrespect me? My family? She’s not one of your sluts.”

Arrogant fucker smirked, but his pulse raced as I pressed my knife deeper. Blood poured. I had only nicked him, but the tender spot would bleed enough to prove my point. Salma whimpered and Antoñio pushed her away from him.

“If you ever disrespect my sister–my family–like this again, I’ll fucking gut you.”

I glanced over at our father. Pride showed on his face and it disgusted me. I hadn’t killed Antoñio because of this fucking family and their fucking alliances. The fucker deserved to die for touching what was mine.

Salma.Miprincesa. Mi vida.

While I was able to control myself this time and do my duty to my family, I would kill anyone who actually tried to take her from me. Including my father’s current guest. I didn’t care who won the fight.

That thought rang in my head as I grabbed Salma and escorted her back to her bedroom. I hated that Antonio’s pathetic penis had brushed against Salma’s sun kissed thighs when he’d forced her on his lap. He wore pants, but I knew that fucker had gotten hard and pressed into her.

“I am deeply flattered by the honor. Thank you.”

I could hear her response echoing in my mind on repeat like a bad film. I nearly broke teeth as my jaw clenched in rage. Why did she keep putting herself in these situations? Why the fuck did she even come to the office? How many times did she have to be told to stay away?

Chapter Seven

Salma

An irate Raul dragged me toward my room, and I had no choice but to run on my tippy toes to keep up. With his angry strides long and his grip painfully tight on my upper arm, I didn’t dare stumble for fear he’d shake the shit out of me or dragged me along the floor. I was too shocked by what happened in the office, and fuck, afraid that I had made my brother mad again. Tears welled. Look what happened the last time he was angry with me.

We’re supposed to be celebrating my graduation, which was the only reason why I had popped into my papa’s office without any forewarning. I wanted to see if my father was actually going to attend the ceremony or not. What I hadn’t anticipated was being forced to demurely kiss ass for a car I didn’t even want then getting perved on by a grimy, middle-aged man.

Raul shoved me into my room. I caught myself before I fell into the bed. He followed me in and slammed the door with a loud thwack, causing the rattling impact to echo through off the walls. I jumped, startled and nervous, with my hand on my chest as if that would slow my heart’s racing tempo.

“Get undressed. Now.”