BOOK ONE Gods of Desterrados: The Banished Ones

18 Fiesta of Temptation [Rated M]

It had been nearly six months since Luna was taken and she was extremely tired of being stuck at the Villa. 

Franco clearly did not care what she wanted. 

He seemed to treat her like an afterthought since her father's letter arrived.

Franco was angry about the arrangement that he was obligated to wait out, at least until he received the orders on where to send Luna. 

And to make matters more aggravating, today was his and Carlos' 22nd birthday.

Who the hell's gonna issue the order to move Luna now that Papa and Fuego are dead while I have to be stuck here with this 16-year old brat? Well, Happy Birthday to me and fuck my life.

Luna's incessant whining was utterly exhausting. 

The seasoned sicario was not accustomed to dealing with such a privileged, annoying child.

Fuego definitely wasn't thinking it through when he made the ultimate decision to assign Franco without giving him the opportunity to re-assign the job to another soldier. 

This was definitely not in Franco's job description.

Recently, due to another one of Luna's tantrums, Franco finally relented and allowed her access to the Library since she liked to read.

At least it might shut her up for a bit, Franco surmised with growing irritation.

There were a few times Franco was immensely tempted to choke the life out of Luna especially during an instance when she attempted to escape by tying blankets down the veranda, accidentally breaking the gardener's neck when she fell 15 ft. below. 

Luckily the gardener broke her fall.

Franco could not recall anyone that had the ability to get under his skin as much as Luna did.

 Even Carlos, whom he had a number of altercations with in the past, never pissed him off like that. 

Carlos was always the one to lose his shit first.

It was then Franco realized, he needed to get out of the compound for a bit.

However, the last time he did that Luna almost killed the gardener. 

But a realization came to Franco. 

He needed some kind of release then maybe he'd be a little less uptight. 

After all, it had been a while.

Franco's dilemma was mainly based on the fact that his loyalty would not permit him to just take off for longer than a day. 

Franco decided he had no choice than look for one of the house staff to get the relief he was looking for. So Franco called up one of the younger maids.

"Mr. Franco, did you call for me?" A young, dark girl was at the door. 

She looked like she was about his age. A bit plain looking but at that point, Franco wasn't going to be selective. 

She was obviously entranced by his well-built physique and pretty boy looks.

"Come in, and lock the door," he instructed. 

She looked intrigued, but definitely not afraid. 

Franco was not as exotic looking as Carlos who resembled their father.

But regardless, Franco's pretty boy looks was still an advantage, because people usually never saw him coming.

That is where he capitalized.