The Plot
A few days later..
Santiago
After that dramatic session in the woods with poor Manuel, I was able to intercept the money as agreed.
As for this moron, he rests deeply buried in a remote, abandoned area of the region. The beasts of the earth delight in tasting his body. So, case closed! And so, life resumed its course. Right now, I'm in one of Quinta Plaza's luxury hotel rooms, ready to have sex with a certain Blanca whom I met a few days ago in a nightclub. Ideally located in Guadalajara's Andares district, this luxury hotel features a restaurant serving contemporary cuisine and a lounge bar with a terrace overlooking the shopping center. Elegantly decorated in soothing tones, my warm room has all the comforts you need to feel at home. It includes state-of-the-art amenities and a work area. The hotel has an indoor swimming pool and a gym, which I'm sure I won't miss the chance to laze around in later.
I'm a dragon in bed, a real dictator and the chicks I sleep with are my puppets. I love it when I pull the strings, it gives me wings, awakening my Machiavellian side. She comes out of the bathroom in a sheer navy blue nightdress, and I'm already in bed waiting for her, a glass of champagne in hand, which I immediately set down on the bedside table. She gets under the sheets and is about to kiss me when, in one swift movement, I grab her wrists and tie them to the headboard with a pair of handcuffs. Rule number one: I never kiss women, and certainly never without my permission. I straddle her and pull out my huge, hard cock and present it in front of her mouth.
"I'm going to make you regret your insolence in trying to kiss me. Take the whole thing, you bitch!" I command.
She complies and I moan. With my somewhat brutal pelvic movements, I notice that I've triggered nausea reflexes in her. Ah, I can't do anything about it, I can't help it. My gestures continue a little longer and then I rip off the thin nightie I've given her so that I have free access to her voluminous breasts. I immediately turn her around and place her on all fours, while her wrists are still tied. I quickly slip on a condom and point my dick in front of her entrance, rubbing it against her already moist intimacy. I penetrate her without warning, making him howl with pleasure. My Luciferian side takes over when I suddenly hear my father's heart-rending words echoing in my head. My eyes darken and all I want at this moment is to break her, make her cry and beg me. We climax simultaneously and I finally untie her. I notice that her rose is irritated by the rough sex.
"Get dressed and get out of here! I'll call you if I need you." I ordered in an iron tone.
Yeah, I'm vicious and direct! It's out of the question to show a lack of intensity or the slightest compassion, especially for a Rivera. My father wouldn't hesitate to smash my face in for even a second for lacking vigor. As Michel Eyquem de Montaigne's quote so aptly puts it, "It's weakness to give in to evils, but it's folly to feed it." Without a word, she scurries off to another room in the hotel. Young and scatterbrained, she has nothing to complain about, I'm already showering her with money and gifts to mitigate my sexual avidities as I see fit. With flute in hand, I head for the smoked-glass bay window, which offers visual depth, functionality and an architectural touch.
My attention is drawn to the ornamental curtains to muffle the atmosphere and compensate for the transparency if necessary. So what?! Even if I'm a fallen angel, I also have my qualities of sophisticated taste, and when you can afford a suite with a chic, warm, sober and timeless spirit, you'd better make the most of it! As I take a second sip of my sparkling wine, my phone vibrates and flashes on the table, reflecting off the large glass panel. I walk over to it to see what it's all about. It's Alvaro calling me.
"Anything new?"
"On the Estadio territory, there's a house where a young couple lives. It turns out that an armed gang is planning to attack them tomorrow at dusk, the hard way."
Estadio territory? It's the land of a certain Diego Perez, a landowner that my father is looking for every way he can to own it. Does he have anything to do with it? Impossible. Tomorrow is Andrés's engagement party. He wouldn't miss it for the world.
"Erm... That sounds serious. To be on the safe side, tomorrow we'll discreetly go and see what's going on," I reply, running a finger over my lips, thoughtfully.
"Okay Boss"
As I hang up, I think of the information Alvaro gave me and it smells like burning.
One thing's for sure: my little finger tells me that it's all going to end up in a pool of blood. The size of this farm is 4000 hectares and worth a fortune. No wonder someone's out to get it, but who?
In the meantime I'm going to relax at the pool and send Blanca a message to go home. I'll need a good night's sleep so I'll do without her services.
The next day... 09:00 a.m
After a good night's sleep and time for a bath, there's a knock at the door. I put my phone on the table and go to answer it. It's just room service bringing me the breakfast I recommended thirty minutes earlier. I wanted to be in the quiet, away from the noisy atmosphere where most of the time it's the hungry morners rushing to be served quickly. And so I stayed in my magnificent suite, which offers a beautiful view from the huge bay window right in front of me.
After thanking the staff by closing the door, I immediately unpacked my dishes because I was so hungry. On the menu are the must-try chilaquiles, which I can't get enough of. This dish is a clever blend of fried tortillas simmered in red or green salsa until they soften.
I layer them with the pulled pork and a generous sprinkling of queso fresco, which is just unripened, firm-textured fresh cheese. Next, scrambled eggs with tomato, green chilli and onions, served with a large local coffee. Nothing but a good breakfast to start the day. As I take a bite of my well-stuffed tortilla, the notification sound of my cell phone rings out. It's a message from Andrés, reminding me to be on time for his engagement party tonight.
[Be on time, bro!]
Andrés and I get on well, unlike Mercedes, his mother, who has never liked me. That's because I'm a Rivera and not her son. Her concern is that my father should leave the estate to his only son. To do this, you'll have to go over my body, old jug. Andrés is a lawyer by profession, and he's not the least bit interested in the estate, even though I can see very often that Mercedes is still trying to turn him against me.
But the day I lose my patience, she'll bitterly regret ever having known me, and my father won't be able to do anything to save her. I'm not here to string pearls! Oh yes, I forgot, she also has a daughter, Elena, my half-sister, a real drug addict. She doesn't give a damn about her life and only thinks about having fun and getting drunk. His mother doesn't even bother to help her, all she cares about is money. As for my father, he doesn't give a damn. No wonder, coke's his thing.
"Hmm, delicious. A real feast," I mumbled, wiping my mouth.
Instantly, my phone rings and it's Alvaro.
"So?"
"Boss, tonight's showdown is scheduled for 8 p.m. sharp"
"Hmm, see you tonight."
"Okay Boss"
Well, now I've got to find out why these men are attacking these defenseless people. Is it to threaten them, or is it something to do with women? You can never be sure with these thugs, who are well paid to carry out an order, especially when there's money at stake.
I'll see about that tonight itself, because right now I want to make the most of my day and I've even contacted Blanca to come and join me. I could do with a little erotica. Well, when I say erotic, you already know what I mean. How can I put it to you? I'm the silent prince of darkness, the unfeeling one who fears nothing, frozen with terror and spreading dread wherever I go. And once you find yourself in my world, you cry blood until you die. Don't let my looks fool you, I may be handsome but not stupid.