[RE-EDITING]
BOOK 1 IN THE INCONSTANT SERIES ♥︎
𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐚 • The heart of the Guerreros, their princess of the Spanish Mafia, their only sister and known as the 'La asesina del Corazon. What happens when one of her brothers drunkenly hacked into the...
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Grateful. It's the only word right now that I can think of. Waking up to see my mother crying isn't what I wanted and god knows if I didn't make it, how she would've reacted. Because losing one son is harder than it is and if she lost another child, then god forbid how she'd cope.
It's been a couple of days since I've woken up, my parents have been busy sorting out the mafia event since I've been told to rest. And as for Lina and Reina, they've been helping me out. Sitting against the bed frame, my eyes study Reina who was getting ready in front of the mirror which only makes it worse for me because of that stupid challenge we're doing.
The white suit was so perfect on her, complimenting her Latina skin, the way her brown hair falls and sits on her shoulders and around her breasts. I watch her closely as she plumps her lips after applying an orange-coloured lipstick, the way her cheeks already naturally blush as soon as she looks at me through the mirror. She shakes her head, only making me chuckle to myself and turned on.
"Este hombre y su culo cachondo." (This man and his horny ass.) I could hear from the distance, making me chuckle at myself.
"You know I can hear you right?"
She turns around, the sound of her heels approaching to my side of the bed with a smirk resting on her face. "Because it was supposed to be heard, you horny man." She rolls her eyes, I take her hands to pull her close and so our lips brushed against each other.
"Horny? I'm so fucking turned on right now." I whisper against those orange-painted lips and her smirk just grows more prominent.
"Bien, que se encienda." (Good, be turned on.)
And to make it worse, she's speaking Spanish which only wants me to fuck the smirk out of her. "You love this, don't you? First of all speaking Spanish, dressing like that, smirking at me-" She hushes me by placing a finger on my lip, giggles play into my ear, and the smirk stays as she leans in closer.
"Only for you, mi amor."
"When will you be back?" I ask as she removes her finger from my lip. Still holding her hand, she sits down on the edge of the bed, checking my bandage and then looking up to me.
"In a few hours. This client is really pissing me off with this car deal so I have to go meet with him personally. But I don't want to go." She pouts her lips, staring at my wound for a few seconds before I lift her chin up.
"But I want you to go hermosa. Go meet with this client and sort it out. I'll be fine, I promise." I give her a warm, reassuring smile but it looked like she didn't want to believe it.
"I can cancel it and reschedule it for another time."
"Hermosa. Go and I will be fine. It won't take long anyways." I kiss her lips so softly, knowing that her orange stain will stay on my own.
