The Tax Collector (GirlxIntersex) Book 1

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Lucia POV

It was impossible for me to sleep. Perhaps it was the television that was playing; it appeared to be a sports station. I think a mere television was the cause of my insomnia, back over in Mexico, shots sounded like music. Maybe I couldn't close my eyes due of her wrist tattoo, which kept flashing in front of me. Or perhaps it was the lights of the same cartel causing harm.

I was resting in the bed of someone who had probably taken a lot of family life. The bed was comfy. Everything was comfy, but I couldn't close my eyes.

My gaze shot to the light beneath the doorway, where I could also make out faint conversations and a general chuckle.

I knew it was getting close to daylight when I spotted the analog clock, hand twitching on the 3. There was no weight to my gaze at all.

She offered me food, shelter, and beverages, and took me to my dream place, but I remained tense. I understand why: we met for only a few hours. It's not even been 24 hours since we met. I understand why I was tense. Martinez showed me his wonderful smile for the first three days and then later.

He handed me something called "the ground rules." It has a variety of conditions, and I believe he adds to it on a daily basis. I couldn't eat before him; I had to watch until he finished eating before I ate.

Regardless of my feelings toward it, he made sure I understood that what was between my legs would help him generate money.

I'll give Valentino till the end of this week to set out her ground rules. She will soon demand sex, or she will exchange me for sex and keep half the money. I cuddled up with the covers, but it wasn't enough to shield me from the brutal truth.

I wasn't special to Valentino. I know I was not. It won't be long before she has me doing everything around the house. And I can't complain or whine because perhaps I was born to be someone's property.

I felt a burning tear fall from my eyes, and all I needed was to cry a torrent on her pillows. I can't get out of this. Even if I move from one location to another, there will always be someone who owns me till I die.

My sobbing ceased upon hearing many bare feet padding down the corridor. My eyes expand. I heard a deeper chuckle from a male. Was she going to allow a man sleep with me? I realize I shouldn't have trusted her.

I take one of the pillows and lay it over my head, closing my eyes firmly. I held my body quiet, as if I were sleeping like a jittery lamb.

Maybe if she notices I was asleep, she'll send him away. Martinez did not do that. He woke me up at any hour of night.

I heard the door open gently, as though he didn't want to wake me awake. My breathing became labored, and I felt as if I were suffocating as I put the pillow to my nose.

"No fucking way." The deep voice of the man said. Even though the sheet was covering my body, I could still feel his eyes. I don't trust anyone. "You actually fucking did it!"

"Yep."

"Why? She's only a girl."

"I'm not sure; I simply spotted her and want to have her in my vision to stare at her. She is so innocent." Valentino murmured.

My brows furrow as I press them against the pillow's smooth fabric. What does she means, she wants to have me to look at. I could scratch my head since this baffled me, but I needed to stay grounded.

"Are you certain you don't like her?" The guy inquired. His voice seemed familiar. I recognized him as the man I saw with her, but I may be mistaken.

"Whatever...." She murmured in opposition to the question. Nobody likes me. I didn't believe I had any exceptional skills that would make me appealing to others.

"Well, if you don't want her, I can have her; she has a lovely figure. I cannot believe you didn't have sex with her."

"Nobody is having sex with her."

"Come on, Val. We're friends. For what 15 years, I'm sure you can offer me one night with her."

Val snarled, and I startled as I heard a hard thud. My eyes opened, my lashes brushed across the pillow, but all I saw was blackness. My heart was racing. It appeared like someone's body had been hit against the door. However, my pulse raced thinking of her possible response.

Would she allow him to sleep with me? Of course, she would.

"Calm down, Bruh. She's only a girl." He chuckled.


Val cursed loudly. "I don't fucking care. I don't want anyone touching her."

It appears that his body had been fastened to the door.

And she threw him into the door again, this time causing the handle to strike the wall. "And this includes her. I'll murder you if you ever look at her like that."

"You're sick. You've known me for years, yet you'll murder me for a girl you just know for a day. It's simply some loose pussy."

I could hear the wind leave him. I was perplexed: why was she doing this? He was right; she only knew for a few hours. But, despite the fact that she was fighting her friends for me, which I knew was terrible, I could not stop her.

"I want you to leave. Let's go. Take half of the cut and depart. I will pick you up for work tomorrow."

She actually works? Do they work together? I imagined they work by visiting individuals for money or as a side job.

"It's not actually that serious."

I noticed their voice sounded distant and realized they were walking away. I removed the pillow from my head and took a long intake of oxygen.