Sofia: Part 4

Funerals were particularly uncomfortable for her. She'd been to enough of them to know the ritual by heart. Still, every second she spent watching someone's mother or father weep over their dead son or daughter made her feel helpless and enraged. Another soldier who was part of their community had been killed without reason.

In a better world, she'd help take the gangs and the drugs off the streets, so no more funerals would be arranged before anyone's time was up. However, they were in the real world. Peace could only be achieved if everyone wanted the chaos to stop, to discontinue the greed and the hunger for money and power. Unfortunately for her, she was born into this lifestyle of warfare and death, and she had to make the best of what she was given. If that meant going to war to keep more people from worse fates, then she'd be at the front of the line, leading the army straight to victory.

"Word on the street is that Clarita is back. Is it true?" Jade asked as she placed a white rose on top of Julian's casket, while standing next to her in line. Sofia tried not to curse out loud as soon as she heard her sister's name. She hated that girl with a burning rage, but if she really was on the island, she was going to need her help to stay alive.

"I met with Daviel the night Julian was killed. The fucker must've slipped her in without anyone noticing," Sofia admitted in a hushed tone as they stepped aside to continue their conversation away from the rest of the crowd. Daviel had been staying at a hotel on the island, which had been part of the agreement until she managed to pull of his wife's fake death without wandering eyes. She was still in county jail, where she belonged for now. Sofia was waiting for her to be transferred back to Mexico. Only then would she be able to arrange a vehicle accident and fake her death.

"Why would he do that? He knows she belongs to them now. She's not allowed to come back here," Jade reminded her with suspicious eyes and Sofia shook her head. As much as she'd like to spend time dissecting what went on inside Daviel's head, she tried not to think about it. The only possible reason he would've brought her sister onto the island with him was leverage. He wanted to make sure she went through with her side of the bargain. He also knew having Clarita seen by the Netas would be an incentive she couldn't ignore. Like it or not, Clarita was a Guerrera, blood or otherwise. She had no choice but to provide her with the same protection she gave any member of their family.

"I don't know. But I'll find out. Tell the boys to stand down if they see her. If they have a problem with that, they'll have to come see me," Sofia ordered, and Jade nodded her response before she walked back into the crowd.

"For someone who claims to want to save everyone, you don't seem to extend that service to your own flesh and blood," the voice came from the nosy nurse who seemed to have a permanent disapproving expression on his face every time he saw her. He was wearing the same rented tuxedo as every other man at the cemetery, yet he stood out like sore thumb. His self-righteous attitude framed his face crookedly, like a cheap wig.

"Does Jade know you like to eavesdrop on private conversations?" she fired back and stood in front of him, invading his personal space, letting him know she didn't care what he thought of her. He didn't intimidate her. No man or woman ever could. Not even her own parents, who barely knew what to do with her rowdy personality during her teenage years. She was almost thirty now, and still just as impulsive and reckless.

"Jade is a big girl. With a very good career ahead of her. You sure you want to drag her down with you?" he inquired, fueling her anger once again with his words. She didn't know his name, but something about him made her want to question her recent decisions. Including sleeping with the enemy. More than once.

"Like you said, she's a big girl. She can leave whenever she wants."

"She wont. She's loyal enough to stay until there's nothing left to fight for," he claimed, and Sofia watched how he barely looked away from her face as he talked about her best friend. The look in his eyes made her spine tingle. And not in a good way.

"Mind telling me what your name is?" Sofia continued, hoping having his name would be enough to find some dirt on him, to make Jade dump this sneaky fucker.

"You don't trust people, do you?" he asked with a short laugh as he studied her face. She was dressed in her usual funeral attire, black deep v-line dress, her hair pinned up, winged eyeliner and red lipstick. He seemed to dismiss the entire getup, unlike the other men at the funeral, who couldn't keep their eyes away from her. It bothered her how she couldn't get him to bend at her will with her natural sex appeal. It always worked on Daviel.

"I wont ask you again," she replied stiffly, tipping her chin up to stare him down. He swallowed hard before he looked away briefly, then returned to hold her gaze. He was back to scowling at her and she rolled her eyes in response.

"Andy. Andy Lujan," he finally answered, causing her to raise an eyebrow at the familiar last name ringing bells inside her head. Before she could put her thoughts together, Julian's parents, Margarita and Luis came up to her, interrupting her conversation with Andy. He slipped away as they reached to shake her hands to thank her for paying for Julian's funeral and reception and Sofia tried her best to give them her condolences. Nothing she could say could bring their son back. All she could do was help them by honoring their son's memory, and making sure they didn't lose anyone else they cared about because of her dirty side deals.

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"Why the fuck did you bring my sister back here?" Sofia entered Daviel's hotel room once he opened the door and let her in. Not that he had a choice. She just finished shooting his bodyguards with a tranquilizer gun. He'd be next if he didn't behave. Only this time, it'd be with the handgun she was packing against the garter belt holding up her stockings.

"If you need to ask that question, you're not fit to run the Netas," Daviel started with his insults, trying to provoke her as usual. He always liked to add more fuel to the fire. A flickering flame had never been enough for him.

"Fuck you," she responded as she locked the door behind her, then proceeded to punch him in the nose when she turned around. He went down quicker than usual, which only meant he'd been drinking away the gory details in his head. All the horrible things he'd done to get the position of a big mafia boss was starting to weigh him down. If anyone could relate, it was her. She had to prove to her parents and to the rest of the crew that she was worthy of being a good leader, which meant doing things she wasn't proud of. Had she not ended up in jail, things on the island wouldn't be as messy as they were now. But she was back and she had to earn their respect if she had any chance at giving everyone a brighter future.

"Fuck! What was that for?!" he exclaimed loudly as he stumbled as he tried to get up on his feet. Sofia sighed, helping him up as she sat him down on the edge of the bed gently.

"If you need to ask that question, you obviously don't know me as well as you thought," she countered as she walked over to the bathroom and took some cotton balls and some hydrogen peroxide to clean up the blood oozing out his nose.

"I know you. I know you so well, I drink myself to sleep almost every day," Daviel mentioned as she wiped the blood off his upper lip and stared down at his handsome face. She wanted to punch it just as much as she wanted to kiss it. It was a problem. A big one, apparently. She came to see him with the sole purpose of scolding him for bringing her sister back. Not to feel like shit because he couldn't get over her.

"You got the life you wanted. Why are you letting me ruin it?" she asked him as she finished cleaning off the rest of the blood and discarded of the bloody cotton balls in the bathroom. While she washed her hands, she felt his own lift her dress up from behind and she let him. Her body and her guilty conscience was in dire need of a distraction. And so did his, judging from how hard he felt against her round ass.

"I'm fucking drowning, Sofia. You're the only one who knows how to pull me out," he insisted as he pressed himself against her behind while she licked her lips in anticipation. It wasn't the smartest idea to indulge him. Not when he was drowning because of her.

"Daviel, go home. And take my sister with you," Sofia persisted as she pushed away from him and exited the bathroom.

"I can't protect her anymore. She'll be safer here, with her baby," he informed and while he was still slurring his words, they were enough to alarm her and prevent her from leaving.

"She's part of your crew now. She married your cousin, didn't she?"

"No. He was killed before he even got to the fucking church," Daviel added, stumbling against a chair, almost falling to the floor. She helped him before he hit the dirty carpet and helped him onto the bed again. She slapped his face a couple of times, to help him focus, and when he finally did, the sadness crippling him from the inside covered his bloodshot eyes as he stared at her.

Sofia rested her forehead against his, sighing in surrender while her hands covered his cheeks as she kissed him. He deepened the kiss, pulling her on top of him as she cradled his waist. She began to undo his belt, then continued to unzip his slacks, springing his hard cock from the constricting fabric holding it hostage. He was still hard for her, even after all these years of ruining each other lives. That had to count for something. Right?

The groans escaping his lips encouraged her to keep on stroking him until he began to thrust his hips for more. His hands lifted her dress once again, his lips smirking as he caught the sight of the gun held up against her thigh. It turned him on enough to give her another heated kiss. She helped him rid her legs of her stockings and gun, then slid her wet walls down onto his impatient cock.

They cursed into the humid room as they melted into each other once again. Her hips thrusted, his hands gripped her thick thighs as she rode his dick faster. The tip of his swollen shaft was hitting all the right spots, destroying any thoughts threatening to ruin their moment. He pulled her breasts out from the fabric covering them and began to tease her into another earth-shattering orgasm.

His fingers tugged and pinched at her hard nipples while his cock filled her as deeply as it could, causing her walls to clamp and hold onto it as they milked him for his hot seed, forcing him to spill inside of her. The friction between them had always been electric, good and bad, filthy and inconvenient. Did she want to stop causing him this much pain? Yes. Did he want to let her? Sofia didn't need to ask him to know the answer to that question.

Daviel was as weak as his vices made him, and she was, unfortunately, one of them.