Own You

Chapter 34

Sylvia whimpers and shakes her head, saying she doesn't deserve my forgiveness. I tell her it's freely given and without another word; she kisses me passionately. Our tongues swirl and collide with each other in pure hunger. It's been too long since she and I were intimate, Emilio saw to that. As we kiss and embrace each other, I can feel that she is still hesitant and feeling guilty. I break our kiss and she asks me why I stopped.

"There's something else you're not telling me. Something you're scared to say."

Sylvia drops her hands from my face and sighs, sniffling away her tears as she prepares to speak.

"It's just... I know why you were going to have me sign those papers, but I want nothing more to do with this family. I can't be his wife on paper or in life."

"But... I thought you wanted to have power? That you wanted to have what he had, especially when you deserve that and more? What's changed your mind?" I ask, confused.

Before Sylvia can answer that a familiar voice calls out from behind us.

"I think I know what may have changed sweet Sylvia's mind. The guilt of killing my son may have had something to do with that," Griselda says as she walks into the room.

Two bodyguards flank her on both sides and point guns at us both.

Fuck! This isn't good. Not only does Griselda know her son's death was a murder, but she blames Sylvia as well. For all I know, right now, she blames me, too. In her position as a surrogate head of this cartel, Griselda must question any and everything. It makes sense that her first thoughts went to Sylvia or me to do her son in. Question is, how do I diffuse this situation with that in mind? I can't and don't take Griselda to be a fool, so from this moment on, if I want to save Sylvia and myself, I have to assume she knows what I know.

Unfortunately, I'll have to choose my words carefully and pray for a way out of this; I wish DJ were here. I know he'd at least try to calm things down a bit. As if he could he my mind, DJ enters the room behind Griselda's men. With his hands outstretched before him in a show of peace, DJ asks what is going on here?

"Well, if you must know, I'm planning to put that bitch over there in a box," Griselda says, pointing towards Sylvia. "She killed my son; I know she did. I already had our own pathologist examine his corpse, and he suggested there was foul play involved. No one seems to want to tell me the whole truth, but I will have it tonight," she says, a tear running down her right cheek.

Griselda orders her men to take Sylvia and prepare a grave deep in the jungle.

"Wait, you have this all wrong, Griselda!"

Griselda turns took at me, she raises her left eyebrow questioningly.

"Oh? How's that? Did she not help you drug my son to help him choke on his own vomit? Or did you do it all by yourself?" Griselda questions with a knowing smile.

Double fuck! There's no use in playing games at this point.

"No, she had no hand in it. It was all me. I killed your son," I say in an even tone, not afraid to die, only ready to get this over with.

There's no way she can get to my other children, and she'd never harm Fernando, even if I die tonight, I can take solace in that. DJ shoots me a concerned stare, his body tensing up, ready for a fight. I've seen that look on Jamal's face when he gets protective of something. As a trained fighter himself, I know the look of a man ready to go to battle at the drop of a hat. DJ is one of those men, but he's done well to not show too many emotions around me. Right now, all I can see in his expression is that he's ready to kill anyone in here to protect me and Sylvia.