Meet Esteban, a carefree, 21 year old bachelor by day and bullfighter by night.
Since the night of his father's death, Esteban has made it his personal mission to kill every single bull in Espana, no matter what stood in his way.
But what happens...
I take the blunt end of my cigar bud, lighting it up before staring at the newspaper. The front page featured an excerpt on a woman who called herself "The Dancing Torera?" Paired with the story was a photo of a stunning woman.
"The Dancing Torera huh?" I whisper to myself. I was surprised a pretty girl like her wanted to venture into a brutal world like bullfighting. I turned my back on that world and never looked back. But if that was her dream, who was I to stop it?
"Juan" I call for my bodyguard. He comes into my office at my attention. "Tell me everything there is to know about her" I throw the paper to the table and slide it. He nods and departs to find out info.
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A few days before the banquet
"The president has his eyes on her." Juan says. I load another two bullets into my gun before tucking it into my jacket pocket.
"Of course he would" I scoffed.
"She was the ex of El Jefe"
"El Jefe? Esteban and her?" I smirk and looked out the window as we neared the house in the countryside. Esteban and I had grown up in the same circle for years. Some might even call us best friends but different paths led us apart.
"She has a manager?"
"Yes Mariela Fuentes. And her coach is Esteban's mom"
I threw my head back and laughed. This story kept getting messier by the minute. I wanted to join in on the fun.
"Send her manager one of the blue diamonds to wear to the banquet."
"Yes sir. And what about the president?" Juan asks.
"I'll take care of him Juan."
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I pull up to the Presidente's estate and wait until Luis opens the door. "Stay close?"
"It won't be long" I shrug, tying up the last button on my jacket before stepping out to walk to the entryway. The President and his wife greet me at the doorsteps.
She eyes me indecently but I paid her no mind. See I didn't like easy f*ks like her. She slept with every politician and dignitary alike. Anything to advance her husband's failing career. Besides, I was a man who respected the game of chase.
"Sorry if I came a little early Presidente" I made sure to show no signs of remorse. He leads me to his office in the rear of the house and offers me a seat across his office desk.
He pours me a thick glass of whiskey and passes it. I make sure to take a sip before I continue. It was cheap and whiskey and there was nothing meme than I hated more. But I came here for a purpose. "I heard through the vines that you have your eye set on a little dancer? The dancing Torerra?"
"Ahh Anais" the president smiles before taking a sip. "For a while now. Surely that isn't an issue with you Rio?" I cringed as he called me by the name. He didn't have the right but I would let it slide.
"So why do you have a hard on for her?" He watches me carefully.
"She has been riding in gossip and the tabloids love her. She can bring a lot of money to—"
"She's young, pretty, and easy to manipulate? Or so you think?" I could tell by her profile that she was not one to take foolishness from anyone. The Presidente probably forced himself on her and she rejected.
"I could be asking you the same thing Rio"
"Ronaldo" I corrected him. He was the further thing from a friend. I frown but allow the conversation in his favor.
"How much would it take to make you stay away?" I open my check book and start writing an amount. He was a rat and every rat had their price.
"I cannot be bought Rio. And bribing a governmental official? That can get a normal man 4-6 years in jail."
I stood from the chair and tucked away my checkbook. I dig in my other pocket and pull out pictures of the Presidente in compromising positions.
"Gabriella Fuentes and you? Isn't Luis Frentes owner and operator of PepsiCo Spain? Seeing his little baby girl in this position would be...heartbreaking."
I pull out another and throw it to the table. "Josephine Brontena. Daughter of your VP? Oh and this is my favorite." I pull out another black and white Polaroid of him and another daughter of a dignitary.
"See Mr. Presidente? You go where there's young fresh pu**y. I go where the money resides." I wanted, lighting up my cigar and making a cloud of smoke.
"Give her the sponsorship for Spain. Touch her?" I pull out a photo of his daughter and the famous playboy Esteban. "We'll, I'll spare you the details of this one out of morality . Let's just say your daughter has matured to a beautiful, vibrant woman"
I tucked the cigar behind my ear and bid him farewell. "Keep the pics! I have spares"
Author note: Revenge p**n is horrible but Rio is using it for good to fight the Presidente.
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