Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
I didn’t say anything. What could I say to that?
“I don’t want to lose you, Alejandro. You’re all I have,” she murmured, her voice breaking.
I crouched down, kissing the back of her head, letting my lips linger for a few seconds. “I’ll always be your brother. I will always protect you, no matter what you think of my choices.” And with that I stood, turning to leave.
My father was expecting me. He said we were going to take a ride after the party wrapped up. He still had to give me my gift.
“For now. You’re my brother, for now.”
I stopped dead in my tracks, feeling her intense gaze on my back.
“Even the Devil was an angel once, Alejandro. It’s only a matter of time until you become El Diablo, too.”
I could feel her stare burning a hole between my shoulder blades, waiting for me to comment. I didn’t. I just went back inside, leaving her alone with nothing but the truth that lingered between us.
“Hijo, grab your suit jacket. The limo is waiting outside,” Dad ordered, kissing my mom on the lips before heading out the door.
I tried to pretend I didn’t see the worry and concern written clear across her face. Instead, I leaned in and kissed her cheek, following my dad to the limo, not looking back. His driver and bodyguards were outside waiting on us. He rode everywhere in a limo. I couldn’t remember the last time I ever saw him drive his own car. My mother, on the other hand, refused, saying she didn’t come from el barrio in Colombia to be chauffeured around. El barrio was the hood. She was dirt poor growing up, having nothing but the tattered clothes on her back. In a way, I guess you could say my dad saved her.
Bringing her into an extravagant life, where she didn’t have to want or need for anything. It was all there for her on a silver platter. Any family she still had in Colombia were taken care of and safe. Not just because she married into money, but she also married into power. The highest authority in the country to be exact.
My father.
They moved to America a few years after they were married. The Martinez men had been doing business in the states for decades. He was the one who decided it was time to relocate and conquer. My sister and I were born in New York and had been traveling around the world with them since we were born.
“You’ve had your first taste of blood, protecting what was yours, and rightfully so,” Dad declared, pulling me away from my thoughts. The limo stopped at our destination, a building located in the center of Manhattan.
“You’re a man now, Alejandro. It’s time you reaped the benefits of becoming a Martinez.”
He opened the door and stepped out of the limo before I had a chance to reply. I followed his lead into the building I didn’t recognize, along with his six bodyguards who never left his side. We entered a private elevator that required a slide card to access. One of the bodyguards swiped the card and punched in a code to the penthouse floor. The doors opened to a huge, fully furnished living room with floor to ceiling bay windows, which overlooked Manhattan.
I stepped off the elevator, passing my dad to walk around the room. There was a kitchen to the left with all stainless steel appliances, and a granite-topped island with ten stools. To the right there was a spiral staircase, which I assumed led to the master suite. The decor was simple, yet elegant, with several pieces of art that looked like they cost a small fortune. There wasn’t a thing out of place, everything pristine and in order.
“This is one of my penthouses,” Dad answered, reading my mind as I stopped by the window, peering out at the scenic view only Manhattan could provide.
I could physically feel the energy of the city that never sleeps. Taking a deep breath enjoying the feeling coursing through me, absorbing everything around me.
“You’re giving me a penthouse for my birthday?” I asked, turning around to look at him.
He arched an eyebrow, nodding to one of his goons to hit the elevator button.
“I’m giving you something way better, hijo.”
As if on cue, my attention was drawn to a young woman dressed in a red bra and panties, entering the room with nothing but heels and a bright smile.
“Pussy,” he added with a devious grin.
My stare went back to my father, jerking my head back, confused.
“Happy birthday, Alejandro. She’s yours for the whole night. You can fuck her three ways from Sunday. I’ve paid for every hole on that body. I suggest you try each one.”
With that, he turned around and left. Leaving two bodyguards to stand by the door. I turned my attention back to the blonde who was now sitting on the couch like the whore that she was. The bra and panties she wore left nothing to the imagination, her tits lifted high to accentuate her small waist and luscious ass. Her pouty red lips made me immediately want to stick my cock in between them. It was as if her body was made just to fuck.