Page 134 of The Mob: Shio Cuppacio
Solana was brought here so I could make her mine. That wasn’t her daddy’s doing. That wasn’t the Don’s doing. I felt strongly that it was God’s doing. My stepfather’s sermon wasn’t about me giving in to temptation and lust to fuck the shit out of Solana, although I wanted to do that too. That sermon was about me consistently being a prisoner to my flesh, rather than being empowered by my spirit. Since I was a boy, I’d learned to be composed, disciplined, an apostle, but that was the flesh of me. My intuition had never steered me wrong because that was it was driven by God. For Solana, I was shedding the flesh, and solely trusting my spirit on this one, and it told me in that helicopter as Nel and Vello argued about whose kids were going to be cuter once Pia dropped, that Solana was to be my wife.
I spent the morning planning how this shit was going to go. My first task was to let her bitch-asspapaknow what it was, and I had to be sure she even understood what being with me meant. Her father forced her into an arranged marriage, and essentially, her being mine would be the same. Either way, Solana would end up being a man’s wife. I just needed to know which side she wanted to be on, and if the smell of her arousal anytime we were in close proximity could answer that, it was my side.
Chuckling, I ran my hand down my face because those Cuppacio boys had called it. I’d fallen for her pretty ass. I’d spent as little time around her as I could, being that she was living under my roof, and I still managed to fall for her. “The pretty little sinner,” as my mama called her. She was right, Solana did have some issues with her. She was lazy, she slept all damn day, she was moody, she was spoiled, and she didn’t know the first thing about routine or regulation. She was everything a man like me wouldn’t go for in a wife, outside of the spoiled part, and yet, I’d fallen for her sexy ass.
On the other hand, there was no telling what she had experienced in her life. I had been through the worst and wasstill dealing with shit, but as a man, I process things differently. I wasn’t forced to do anything outside of marrying someone, and even that was a choice.I’d extended Solana some grace because not only were there cultural differences and dissimilar upbringings, I could tell just in one encounter with her family that she really didn’t have any allies outside of the smaller children. Partying had been her escape, and while I wanted her to do her, I also wanted her to enjoy other things outside of just dancing in the club and getting sloppy drunk. She was too pretty for that shit.
Last night, we fell asleep in the tub with her lying on my chest. By the time I woke up, the mud had restored my sight, and the water was ice-cold. Yet, she was sleeping peacefully on my chest. I didn’t want to wake her until she sneezed, and her nose began to run. I had no choice but to get us out. She went to her room, changed, and came back with her phone and snacks. We stayed up the entire night, until it was time for her appointment, talking and vibing.
I didn’t like the fact that her papa could send people to my house to escort her to her appointments. He shouldn’t even care about her appointments unless she was really sick. That was another reason I wasn’t touching Solana. It was a no-go until I knew I could dig her guts out without the possibility of her leaving my bed one day. I needed to figure out what the hell her papa had going on.I’d tried to take her to her appointment, but she declined, saying she had to go alone. This is my fucking house; he had no right to send a car to escort his grown daughter when I could handle it. If Solana were going to be mine, I wouldn’t interfere with her and her father’s relationship, but he was going to have to stand down or see me. I was cool with either one.
Snatching my keys from the dresser, I looked over my room to see if I was missing anything.
Just as I was about to walk out, her phone lit up on my nightstand. Walking over to it, I snatched it up, seeing a Mexico City number call it. Letting it ring to voicemail I tucked it in my pocket. I closed my bedroom door and made the walk down the hall. The glam team had left over an hour ago, getting her together, so I knew all she had to do was slip into the dress they had left for her. Those niggas cost a grip, but they were good at what the fuck they did. The four-figure bill wasn’t shit to a nigga like me when it meant making Solana feel her best.
“Solana… Come on, baby. We gonna be late.”
Her door was cracked, and I chuckled, thinking about how she used to be barricaded in this bitch. A Hispanic artist was singing loudly as I walked into her bedroom. The bed wasn’t made, her dirty clothes were on the side of the bed, and two bottles of water that were half drunk sat on the nightstand. Scooping up her dirty clothes, I went to the hamper and tossed them in. The basket was nearly overflowing, but the housekeepers would handle it. Solana probably didn’t know how to even operate a washing machine, and she wouldn’t need to, but she was going to learn how to at least tidy up being with me.
Her phone vibrated back-to-back in my pocket, and when I pulled it out, I saw it was the same number. Looking up, she must have been in the closet because her bathroom was empty except for shit strewn all over the vanity. With the phone in hand, I went back into the hallway, deciding to answer. Swiping my thumb across the screen to accept the FaceTime call, I frowned when her brother's face appeared on the screen.
Esteban was a bitch like all of his brothers, but he earned a little respect from me when he didn’t reveal that I was fluent in Spanish during the exchange at the club. I still didn’t like his ass, but he’d at least proven he had some love for Solana and some respect for me. However, he got no cool points from me. Therewas no telling what he let his mother do to Solana while he and his brother stayed quiet.
“What?”
He looked to be in a makeshift warehouse. I could tell he wasn’t expecting me to answer because he blinked instead of telling me what his ass wanted. She didn’t even have his number saved, so that let me know she really didn’t fuck with him.
“¿Está la perra en la línea? (Is the bitch on the line?)”
I bit down on my molars hearing Felipe’s bitch ass call Solana out of her name.
“Uh… No… It-It’s… Shio.” Esteban’s scary ass stumbled over his words.
“¡Perfecto!”
Esteban cleared his throat.
“He… He says since he received good news back from our father about her doctor’s appointment, he wants to make a deal.”
My frown deepened.
“Fuck outta here. And why y’all so worried about her health and shit?”
“It’s not her health, friend. My father has been checking to see if…” Esteban looked off to translate whatever Felipe was telling me. “He’s been checking to see if her virtue is still intact. Has been since she was a teen. Monthly visits.”
He damn near knocked the air out of me with his revelation. What type of sick shit was that?
“Ion give a fuck what the doctor said to you. Solana is not up for tradin’. Does she look like she got four legs, a tail, and a branding on her ass? She ain’t no fuckin’ dairy cow, nigga.”
Esteban swallowed. I knew Ines was fucking up, but having doctors stick their hands in his child’s vagina monthly to check to see if she was a virgin was some sick-ass shit. She was grown as fuck. Knowing he would go to that extreme had meglad that I hadn't touched her until I looked further into these motherfuckers.
“Still, he wants to make a trade.Una chica para una chica. (A girl for a girl)”
I laughed in his face. I wasn’t trading Solana. She was where the fuck she wanted to be. Even if I was up for trading, they didn’t have shit I wanted. My mama was guarded like the president, and so were the rest of the women in my family, so I knew they didn’t have anyone of value to me. If they had Uriah or any other girl I stuck dick in, and thought I’d trade Solana for a fuck, they didn’t know me very well.
“Get the fuck off this phone. Me and Solana on our way out. Tell yo’ bitch-ass daddy and Felipe that they can test that hymen tomorrow and watch they see that shit popped, broken, and that pussy stretched the fuck out. Fuck you mean!”
“Wait! Look!” Esteban flipped the screen around, and I could see his feet as he walked.
