Sofia: Part 1

"Are you here to kill me, Sofia?" he asked, with his smug grin in tact and a gun aimed at her face. While the idea had crossed her mind, she couldn't afford to start a war on someone else's territory. Not yet at least. She needed to get her people back on their feet as soon as possible if she expected them to fight back against the impending enemies coming to claim their island. She warned them her coming back home wasn't a good idea. It would cause them to be an unnecessary target against their Caribbean neighbors, Haiti, Dominican Republic and the Virgin Islands. Sofia hadn't exactly left the best of impressions between their gang leaders before she got herself locked up for five years.

Which was why she was playing the highest card she had on her deck at the moment. And if that meant opening up a can of worms with Daviel Rojas, the leader of the Mexican mafia and her former partner in crime as well as in between the sheets, then she'd not only address the obvious tension between them while getting what she came to Mexico for, she'd gain a good fuck out of it too.

Unlike the other women in her family before her, Sofia wasn't the type to let good sex cloud her judgement. Even now, after being sex-starved for years while she served her time in prison. She took what she needed from the men who had dared to approach her, and then she left a body count not too long after. Except for Daviel, who to her surprise, had climbed up the ranks while she was in prison, and managed to become the leader of one of the most feared mafias in history. She'd congratulate him if he hadn't helped her sister betray her.

She traveled to Juarez to get the semi-automatics, rifles, and the handguns sitting behind secured walls and loyal gang members belonging to Daviel. Her fault, of course. She trusted the wrong people when she was in charge, including Daviel and her sister and she wouldn't make the same mistake again. She was here to take back what belonged to her and if that meant distracting Daviel until the women she brought with her could break into his vault down the street, then that's what she'd have to do.

"Put the gun down. We both know I don't need one to take you out," Sofia claimed proudly as she crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her chin. She challenged his ego and his morality and he always hated her because of it. Five years ago, she would've admired his ambition to become the kind of leader his people needed, to be the beacon of hope their government failed to be. It had been her dream the moment her mother died in her arms, fighting for the cause.

She might've chosen a more aggressive approach back then—an impulsive one that caused her to take on a role she wasn't entirely prepared for. In the end, her mother ended up with not only the respect of the people she wanted to protect, but the fear of any enemy who dared to come for their island. If Sofia could show them just how much she could offer them, she was sure they'd fall back into line and her family's name could return to its former glory.

"I like to be prepared. I'm sure you remember," her former lover answered, and his claim made her smirk. He looked like the kind of man that was made to give pleasure, strong and powerful, his hands rough enough to let you know he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. She could feel her clit throb with need as she pictured his skillful tongue buried inside of her again, tempting her to scream his name. And judging from the sultry way he was looking at her now, he wanted nothing more than to tear her clothes apart and show her just how much his own body had missed hers.

"I just got out of hell. I could show you the way if you ask nicely," she threatened, her grin causing a spark of arousal and fear to cloud his gaze. He'd always taken her words seriously, which was why he placed his gun back into his drawer in his desk and glared at her.

"You just got out of prison and the first person you came to was me? Have you even seen Clarita?" Daviel added randomly and while she held herself together at the sound of her younger sister's name and tried to remember she was family, and she had no other choice but to protect her, she stared at the man in front of her before she answered.

"I came to negotiate the previous arrangement I had with Juan. Now that he's dead and handed down his responsibilities to you, I'd like to—"

"Sofia, she just had a kid. You're not going to see her?" Daviel reminded her and his words riled up the bottled rage she'd been keeping under wraps the moment she got tossed into the prison system. It was her sister's fault she ended up where she did, and all because she chose love instead of loyalty. Clarita Guerrera was a disgrace to their family name and she wanted nothing to do with that snitch.

"Does your wife know you slaughtered her family just so you could wear that suit?" she challenged, hitting his rawest and most exposed nerve, causing him to lunge after her. She wasn't afraid of Daviel, or his rage. However, he'd be smart to be aware and afraid of hers.

"I'm going to need you to leave now," he stated brusquely as he gripped her arm tightly and she took the chance to grab at his balls. With a tight grip on him, she managed to weaken him enough to make him collapse at her feet. She went down with him, climbing on top of his long body, straddling his waist, while her hands held his above his head. He wanted to kill her. She could see it in his dark eyes. The thing about Daviel was he always let his pain do the talking. It was the only thing they had in common and she was going to use it to hurt him enough to make him vulnerable. Only then, will he have no choice but to join her in the end.

Her lips covered his before he could say another word. He wasted no time in taking the bait, and switched positions, hovering over her body while she listened for any commotions going on outside. Any minute now, her plan was going to come to fruition and she couldn't wait to get to the next phase.

While Daviel's hands pulled down her leather pants, his teeth tore apart her black lace panties and his tongue dipped inside of her wet mound. No one could really make her body come alive like he had. Yet again, he'd been her first and that kind of impression was hard to shake off apparently. Even for Sofia. Her body might've been biased, but her mind wasn't. Daviel wasn't good for her. Not as an ally, or anything else for that matter. But her pride would have to take a back seat in order for her to win.

"You have no idea what loyalty means, do you?" Sofia asked, as she laughed at how miserable his wife must be knowing a ring and a title meant nothing in the company of a woman like her.

"Don't act like the devil hasn't whispered in your ear before," Daviel whispered into her ear as he unzipped his slacks and put on a condom.

"I think he's done a lot more than just kiss me," she teased with a grin, as she wrapped her legs around his waist and allowed him to dive his hard cock right into her. They both gasped loudly as they re-adjusted to each other once again, and he began to pound into her. She tugged and pulled at his slicked back hair, destroying any order he put into it and smiled as his mouth closed over hers. Her nails clawed at his back as the tip of his dick kept brushing up against her g-spot. He made sure to aim for it every time he thrusted into her and it made her angry enough to dig her nails in deep into his skin.

"You know better than to leave your mark on a married man, Sofia," Daviel taunted in her ear, as she groaned loudly against his, holding back the scream begging to erupt from her throat. Once he picked her up and began to fuck her up against his wall from behind, he plunged into her wet walls as if they belonged to him and only him. Her eyes closed as a smile plagued her lips and she felt him swell and spill his seed into the condom,keeping him from the soaking wet walls holding it hostage. She kept clamping her walls around his cock, milking it as she rode it fast enough for her to reach her own climax.

As soon she felt his lips kiss the back of her neck gently, she pulled away from the man and his obvious affection for her and began to pull her pants back up.

"Why did you marry her if you don't love her?" Sofia couldn't help but ask. After all, she had just finished fucking her husband while a picture of them hung on the wall in front of them.

"Because she was the closest I could get to the real thing," Daviel answered honestly, holding her gaze as his double meaning washed over her. She swallowed hard before she opened her mouth to respond, but the sound of an explosion stopped her, reminding her there was another reason why she was there.

"Sofia. Don't do it," Daviel warned her before she even reached the doorknob to his private office.

"It's already done," she said, turning to find him aiming his gun at her again, this time pulling the trigger without hesitation.