The Tax Collector (GirlxIntersex) Book 1

Chapter 34

Chapter 34
Valentino POV

Despite being caught in the act, Deja continued to grind on my cock, which was gradually going limp. I was too surprised to act immediately. I should have pushed Deja away by now. But, considering that Lucia did not flee, I guess she is also shocked.

"We are busy..." Deja snapped, and Lucia flinched. I felt even worse. "Go away!" She shouted.

I stared at Deja, gently shaking my head and removing her legs from around my waist. "She's...Don't speak to her like that."

My body barred the two women from seeing one other. "Who is she?" She gritted.

"She's...uhm." I scraped around my brows.
I'm not sure who Lucia was to me. "Someone I'm taking care of..." Not entirely sure what was coming out of my mouth, I declared.

"You're girlfriend?" I could tell this was bothering Deja. And I don't understand why I care.

Looking back at Lucia, I gently shake my head. "She's not my girlfriend..."

"Then, tell her to go."

"We'll just finished this another time." I gently bent to get my pants.

"Fine, I will call you. Have you changed your number?" She inquired, pulled her dress down, and straightened her hair.

I shook my head and unfastened my pants. Deja swiftly pecked my lips before stepping past me. I watched as she grinned shyly at Lucia before exiting the washroom.
I went in front of Lucia, nervously fastening my belt; I couldn't find the hold to slide the locket in.

"I am sorry you had to watch that."

She didn't gaze at me; she looked through me. Her eyes were steadily watering, and her lips trembled as she attempted to grin.

"I — I thought you liked me."

"I do." When I eventually got around to tightening my belt, I caressed her arms tenderly. "I like you."

"You have sex with her instead."

"I know what just happened. It seemed like a spur of the moment decision." I mumbled, unsure how to convey to her.

"I want to go home..." Her voice trembled.
Upon attempting to embrace her, her arm pressed into my chest.

"Lucia," I whispered. An apology was not going to cut it. I nodded. "I will take you home."

"No..." she said, shaking her head. "No..." A tear fell from her eyes. "I want to return to Mexico. You can leave me at the border; I'll find my way back home."

"Lucia, your home is with me now." I felt remorse slice through my heart. "It is with me now. I know what I did back then, and it—"
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Lucia's POV

"Lucia, your home is with me now." she softly said. "It is with me now. I know what I did back then, and it—"
"It's not," I muttered. "I want to return to Mexico and find my family since I have no hope of survival here."

It was over for me; I could feel every negative emotion in my bones. Valentino was not going to marry an unattractive person like me. She does not like me, as she claims. She merely pities me. I am simply something she felt sorry for, and she chose me.

This incident hurts more than everything Martinez has done to me, and I'm not sure why. I'm not sure why my heart was hurting me. I'm supposed to be used to being harmed.

"I want to go back where I believe I belong."
"Hear me out, Lucia. Nothing is back there. There is no one. I don't believe you have anyone..."

I did not listen to what she said and instead turned around. My shoulders shook as I sobbed. She was correct; no one is back there; nonetheless, I would rather have nothing in my country than come here. I regret wishing to come here.

If I had known that being hit in the face wouldn't hurt, I would have seen Valentino sleeping with someone. I'd have preferred to stay with Martinez. Where I saw the big wall. Where I was in my thoughts, imagining how life would be in America. Already, in less than a month after my arrival, I have encountered difficulties.
What did I do to deserve this?

I felt her hand around my waist, and she drew me in. I stand there, doing nothing but crying. But I'd like to get out of her arms. I want to run away from her, just as much as I want to get away from Martinez.

But I'll remain because of everything she's done for me; I shouldn't be crying. I should be grateful, but as Garcia mentioned, I didn't have an emotion of my own. I was intended to be wounded. I was born to be wounded by others.

"I am taking you home with me... where you belong." She turned me gently around. Her fingertips gently wiped away my tears. "You belong with me."
I was not clear what she meant. Did she imply that I was the unfortunate object residing in her home, or did she mean that she truly felt a connection to me? Probably not.

"I thought you liked me."

"I do."

I attempted to grin, "You're no different than Martinez. Because I cannot do better. I'm not sure how to do better."

"Lucia..." Her fingers remained steady beneath my eyes, gently wiping away my tears like a windshield wiper. As the tears fell, they vanished beneath her fingertips. "I never intended for this to happen.

"That is what Martinez says when he harms me."