VENGEANCE IS MINE | I will repay

Ungodly

I feel her breath on my scorching skin and I tilt my head giving her access to my exposed neck. She trails her fingers into my midnight locks and lightly pulls at them gaining even more skin to kiss. Her pearly whites slightly nib at my skin making me moan in pleasure. "Nobody can know about this," she locks my stare in the mirror and I immediately know our secret is safe. "Oh God!"

With a blink of an eye, I am back in my reality, standing in front of the floor-length mirror observing my chosen outfit. I opted for a casual yet classy blazer dress, paired with a pair of sparkling mesh pants and barely there heels. My long hair is pulled into a sleek bun giving off an elegant vibe contrasting perfectly with my nude makeup.

With one last deep breath, I make my way to the dining room where everyone is probably already waiting for me. As suspected the previously loud and chatty room turns silent as my heels click against the white marble floor. "Vajentinaaa!" I try not to stumble on the slippery floor as the little girl flings herself into my embrace. "Amara!" Her mother's attempt at catching her was proven useless. "My eternal Beauty," I use the meaning of her name to address her. Her parents gave her a name she will fulfill. "Tell Mommy I don't want to eat any more salad I want donuts!" Our beloved Davina, the mother of the loud toddler, turns bright red as she tries to duck her head to hide her embarrassment. I tuck her chocolate lock behind her ear and place her back on her feet. "Sorry kiddo can't help you there," immediately a pout graces her rosy lips. I nod at Davina and continue my way to the main table ignoring the stares. "Well look what the wind blew in," her snarky comments never stop, you just learn to live with them. "Good evening to you too Marisol."

"The food is delicious!" I snicker at Allie's childish excitement. The table is indeed filled with local and foreign food, making sure there was something for everyone there. I try to embrace as much of my family background as possible. Although it does happen that I lean on my mother's side of the culture more and I can't pinpoint it, it just appeals to me more. She is of a Turkish and Arabic background whereas my father's side of the family comes from Brazil. "It almost reminds me of my mother's cooking," I side-eye my mother, her cheeks instantly blazing up. "I couldn't help it ok? I had to step in they were lacking some spice!" I snicker at her failed attempt to hide her involvement. "You know I can always recognize your cooking Mother," there was no chance this woman is going to listen to me and accept the fact that we now have people to tend to our every need and wish. Old habits die hard. "Oh shut up!" The whole table laughs at her comment and we spend the rest of the dinner enjoying the delicious food and jokes. 

"There is fucking a lot of local gangs here Valentina," Marisol expresses her concern as she accompanies me to my room. "How much is a fucking lot to you?" I don't remember there being more than my father's gang and his one and only rivals. "Like 4. That is a fucking lot for this small ass town!" 4? It has only been 7 years since I have been gone and 2 more gangs have come to power. How could my father let that happen? "Which ones?" I ask. "Well there is your father De Santos, then The Roses which have been around for a while now. But Devils and Widows Tears are fairly new but they managed to overcome De Santos and The Roses in the Cocaine Bussines by millions Valentina." My father was never a big fish when it comes to Cocaine, he preferred to run his business in a legal way dabbling in real estate and small business. But The Roses on the other side have always been the leading gang when it comes to drugs so it surprises me that not one but two gangs have overpowered them. "Are they working together?" It would only make sense that they joined their gangs if they managed to overcome the big Boss. "Yeah, they made a truce and control half of the city now instead of just a quarter each. The question is where do we fit in?" We stop as we reach my door and I turn to look at her inching closer so she can hear me whisper. "They will submit or I will burn their Empire to the ground and let them watch me as I bathe in its ashes."

3rd Person's P.O.V

Marisol Flores gulped at the proximity and intensity of Valentina de Santos's words. The determination in her golden orbs burned like wildfire. She was a savage, a fucking brute, never afraid to fight for what she wanted, and always brave enough to go to war for what she deserved. Her tortured soul gave her life a whole new perspective making her cold to pain and danger. Marisol observed the curvy body of the Goddess named Valentina, the way her hips moved every time she took a step with her lean long legs, drove her crazy. 5 years she has been sweating at the mere thought of her, squeezing her thighs together when her 'Boss'  spontaneously decided she wanted to change her clothes in front of her. The need for pleasure has been killing her, forcing her to seek release elsewhere but nothing seemed to satisfy her like she imagined Valentina could. But she would never be able to act on her feelings for Valentina was not capable of showing her affection when her heart has been scarred beyond repair. She was forced to observe from the sidelines how her sexual fantasies burned to ashes. 

"Are you just going to stand there or are you coming in?" Their eyes meet suddenly. Marisol was not expecting her to invite her in. "Yeah right I can come in if you want," can you be more awkward, Marisol thinks to herself. The room is dimly lit, the moonlight shining in through the huge balcony highlighting the king-size bed and the bathtub in front of it. "In the mood to dance? I haven't seen you dance in a while," Valentina remarks as if it were no big deal. But Marisol's heart skips a beat as her eyes land on the stripping pole in the corner of the room and she refers from pinching herself for she can't believe her ears. "Sure," this time very much fake confidence barely makes it out of her mouth. Valentina plops herself in the armchair directly in front of the pole giving her a perfect view of the performance. Marisol walks onto the stage and positions herself near the edge of the stage waiting for Valentina to pick a song for her. 

'Everybody Loves An Outlaw- I See Red'

Slowly inching closer to the pole Marisol plays with the ties of her wrap dress never breaking the eye contact of her prey. Her heels glide along the smooth flooring matching the flow of the sensual music Valentina has picked. Grazing the pole with her smooth hands she grips it tighter in order to twirl herself around, teasing Valentina for what is about to come. She extends her leg expecting her 'Boss' to follow it with her eyes and when she does just that, Marisol flings herself back and lifts herself up catching Valentina by surprise. Her curvy yet petite body twirls around the pole and when her legs extend into a split Valentina leans forward in her seat unconsciously. Marisol's heels land back on the floor resolving in a sound that pulls Val out of her trance. Slowly pulling on the ties she slips the dress down one shoulder giving a glimpse of her fiery red lingerie. Turning her back on Valentina she leans back against the pole bending her body backward giving her the full view of her perky breast and as her dress slips back she is met with her perfect voluptuous ass. An involuntary gasp escapes Valentina's lips as she looks away to avoid the view in front of her. It does not go unnoticed by Marisol for as she turns she is no longer met with Valentina's golden orbs. Disappointment fills her lungs and she stops in her tracks waiting for a reaction. "Goodnight Marisol, thank you." She doesn't dare look her in the eyes for the thoughts that run through her mind are ungodly. Valentina's imagination runs wild and she grips the chair for some control. Marisol snatches her dress of the floor and with one last glare stomps out of the room. Huh, Valentina finally breathes out once Marisol is gone. "What the hell is wrong with you," she whispers into the darkness.