Page 26 of Blind Justice

Chapter Four

Bella stepped under the spray of water and sighed. They’d been stuck in the apartment for three days. She hadn’t seen her sister or talked to her yet, but Duncan assured her Iliana was being taken care of and soon they’d be reconnected. Soon couldn’t come quick enough. Being away from family under the circumstances sucked. She couldn’t even bury her mother.

Hot, fresh tears streaked her cheeks and were washed away the next second. Her emotions were all over the place. The grief was overwhelming one minute and then she could breathe. It didn’t make sense to her. Unfortunately, nothing did. The only constant in her life was Enzo. He was her rock. Her stabilizer. If she lost him, she didn’t know what she’d do.

She snorted. Enzo.

Fuck.

He came into her broken life at the right time. She’d been caught in a cycle of violence not even her mother could stop. Her father had been gang member for longer than she’d been alive. They had parties whenever the notion struck, and they also caused more trouble than it was worth. During one of their parties, a rival gang did a drive by, killing six, including her father. Enzo, cute little Enzo, threw his body over hers, while his father covered her mother.

He sustained a gunshot wound to his shoulder while his dad took one in the thigh, thankfully missing the major artery. From that day forward, she called Enzo her Papi Chulo. They were stupid fucking kids. She smiled. The old ladies called their men that all the time, and at fourteen, she came to the conclusion Enzo was hers.

Six months later, Enzo and his father moved in. Something about her grieving mom and needing a man to protect them and keep her company. Bella knew better. She often wondered if Ignacio hadn’t put the hit out on her father just to get an in with her mother. Guess it didn’t matter now, since they were both gone.

When she was fifteen, she lost her virginity to Enzo. It was tons of fumbling from both of them—nothing like the movies where everyone had smooth moves or whatever. It hurt like hell too. Enzo called her his old lady afterward, even if they had to keep it a secret, because their parents had gotten married in Vegas two months prior to her birthday. But Enzo had a bigger secret he hadn’t been ready to tell her. She didn’t blame him. Guys like him were used and abused in their lifestyle. With his size and stature, he’d become a scrapper. When he wasn’t running interference for the gang, he was in the gym, training. He did a little of everything from boxing to MMA. He was proving himself every chance he got.

Then, she walked in on him after a match. The guy Enzo beat the shit out of stood over him while Enzo sucked his dick. The scene startled and aroused her. It also felt like a knife had been plunged through her heart. She had her suspicions about Enzo, but she never asked because she wanted him to feel comfortable talking to her about it. Standing there watching them, she also couldn’t pitch a fit, because they kept their relationship a secret.

That night their whole relationship flipped upside-down.

“Hermosa, you okay?” Enzo stood outside the shower, his shadow filling the frosted glass.

“Yeah. I needed a minute.” She grabbed the bottle of Duncan’s fancy shampoo to wash her hair.

“We’re alone,” Enzo said.

The corner of her mouth ticked upward. “Are we?”

The rustle of clothes drew her attention. Enzo had given her space since they’d been found in Raul’s club. He’d cared for her. They cried together and huddled together just like they had when they were fourteen and stupid. He was her everything. The sliding door opened, and a naked Enzo joined her. His rangy form loomed over her, and she stared up into his beautiful brown eyes. The play of emotions across his features ranged from aroused to love to fear and determination.

“What do you want?” She arched a brow.

“You gonna make me beg, hermosa?” He didn’t touch her.

“Do you want to beg for it?” They always played these little cat and mouse games. It made the sex hotter. Made her come harder. They never had a name for it though. Now... After their conversation with Duncan, she wondered if they were in some kind of weird kink-related relationship.

“You’re such a bitch, hermosa.” He advanced on her, forcing her to retreat until her back touched the cold tile wall. “Making me go to my knees to get a taste of your pussy.”

“You’ve never complained before.” Her husky purr spurred her arousal. “Are you tired of it, Papi Chulo?”

“Fuck, keep talking like that and I’ll come all over you.” He fisted his hand in her hair. “Suck me off, hermosa then I’ll fuck you real good. Make you scream my name.”

“Since you asked so politely,” she murmured, going to her knees.

Enzo directed her over him, pumping his hips as she licked and sucked his cock. The startled sound he made when she pressed her pinky into his ass spurred her on. She understood what he liked. Knew what it took to get him off turned her on to the point her pussy became sloppy wet. Bella moaned, taking him to the back of her throat. The second she swallowed around him and rubbed his prostate, his dick kicked in her mouth. The hand in her hair tightened, and Enzo let a string of curses loose while coming down her throat.

“Fuck, Bella, baby. Why’d you make me blow my load so fast?” He caressed her cheek as she continued to suck on him.

“You needed it.” She took him into her hand, stroking him. “We both do.”

“Yeah? You soaked, hermosa? Is your pussy aching?” He stared down at her. His features were tight with unspent arousal.

Yes. Her pussy throbbed, dripping with cream. Her clit tingled and pulsed, and her nipples were hard points desperate for his touch. “Papi...”

“Show me. Get your sweet little cunt off on your fingers.” The harshness of his tone had arousal spilling into her veins, intensifying her excitement.

Bella ran her fingers across her slit and cried out. She was on edge, close to orgasm. She speared her sex with two of her fingers and clenched around the intrusion. She trembled, bracing herself on the floor of the shower as the warm water rained down on her. The force of her need slammed through her the minute she began to fingerbang herself. She chased the sensation wracking her body, yearning for the sweet bliss of release.

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