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caplanbuckybarnes · 2 months ago

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In The Lonely Shadows (2/2) Dean W.

Summary: Crowely's always there to help convince you everything's going to be okay after Dean leaves with Lisa & Ben.

the first part of this was requested by my beloved wife @midnight-moonlight-and-mars sometime back in March.

Request: I've got a Crowley request! It can be platonic or romantic. It takes place the year Sam is resurrected and dean is living with Lisa. The reader was close with the Winchesters but after the fight with Lucifer dean abandoned the reader to be with Lisa and cas never answers ( unrequited love maybe?) so the reader teams up with Crowley and becomes like a bounty hunter for him for Lucifer loyalists.

A/N: It's technically not Crowley x reader since she's pining for Dean. Oops, but I hope you enjoy this all the same, my love.

A/N #2: people were rabid about asking me for a part two. So please, enjoy!

WC: 1.7K

Warnings: mentions of loneliness, and blood, the reader feels abandoned and unloved, crowley’s nice, dean returns. sassy & protective crowley

[READ PART ONE HERE]

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Dean watched as your chest heaved up and down with every breath you took. The wind was howling outside, with rain pouring down. He was only partially soaked, having run for cover under teh pitiful awning above your hotel door. A suitcase was tucked into one hand and a backpack filled with supplies slung over the shoulder. He'd wanted to say goodbye before he left. But he couldn't. He was a coward, after all. He'd had a few visits from Castiel and Crowley, neither of them saying a word about you.

Though, he asked. He hasn’t spoken a word about Sam, either. The horror of watching Sam fall into the pits of Hell with Adam devastated him. So he ran away. He ran away to the person who would get him away from the hunter’s life, Lisa and Ben. He played pretend for as long as he possibly could.

Until he couldn’t keep up with the facade anymore. All he did was think about you, and the life the pair of you could have had. He’d find himself hovering over your name in his cellphone but never pressing the call button. Oftentimes, he’s stay up late at night, while Lisa laid peacefully next to him sleeping. He knew he couldn’t lie to her forever about what - or who - truly had his heart.

Oftentimes, when he dreamed, it was about you, your face and your hands wrapped tightly in his as you started behind him on hunts. Thats what he loved about you the most, how much you trusted him to protect you.

So months after he departed, he located you in this dingy motel, where rodents and garbage littered the parking lot, and a few street lamps flickered dangerously in this damned storm. He’d gotten a replacement key to your room, claiming to the sketchy old man at the kiosk that he was your husband and you didn’t leave the key outside for him. So, on the threshold of the hotel room is where he stood, his fight or flight response kicking in the moment he laid eyes on you again.

He hadn’t seen you in months, far too long. But not long enough to forget the way your cheeks puffed out while you were embarrassed or the way your hair always fell into your face when you’d laugh at his stupid jokes. He couldn’t forget the way you would shuffle into his warmth at night, either.

God, did he miss the way you infected all of his clothing with your perfumes.

He hesitantly stepped into the room, only to stop midway through in almost a panic. What if you moved on? What if you didn’t want to see him? What if you shot him? He wondered at that moment if you held any protection on you, or if you’d thrown all of it away.

But he took the chance anyway and stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him quietly. He quietly toed out of his shoes and turned around before fully surveying the room. He couldn’t see any other person’s belongings in the room, so he assumed you were indeed alone.

Nervously, he tiptoed to the bed and studied your face for a long moment. He remembered everything about you-- your eyelashes, the dimple on your cheek. He wanted to reach out to you, nearly stopping himself as he felt his arm move without his command. He brushed his fingers against your cheek before he knew what he was doing and stepped back as your eyes had flung open in terror.

“Y/N,Y/N, it’s me, it’s Dean,” he said, reaching behind him for the pistol he always carried with him, though, he would never attempt to hurt you in any sort of way. “Hey, hey.”

“Dean?” you blinked through the darkness of the room. You must have been sleeping. Because you thought you heard Dean’s voice. And you thought you seen him standing mere inches away from where you slept on the bed.

Before he could get the chance to respond, another voice filled the room, a voice you’d come to recognize and acknowledge throughout these last few months.

“She doesn’t need you, Squirrel. She’s doing great without you.” Crowley’s voice echoed in the small room.

Pulling yourself into a sitting position on the bed, you wiped at your eyes before switching your gaze between the pair in front of you. Crowley had been watching you over the weeks, which you had grown weirdly accustomed to, so it was no surprise that he had appeared out of the blue. What had startle you, was the other man standing mere inches away from you. If you just lifted your arm a few inches, you would be able to clasp your hands together.

“You left her high and dry after Moose had fallen into the depths of Hell, where, mind you, he’s been shacking it up with Lucifer. You should hear the agonies and woes from him.”

You could see the agitated twitch in Dean’s cheekbones, even in the poor excuse of light shining through the cracked window curtains.

“But now, back to the matter at hand, hmm?” Crowley snapped his fingers, and the two-night lamps turned on, casting the room in sudden brightness that none of you was prepared for.

“How’s Lisa and Ben?” Crowley smirked as Dean looked entirely uncomfortable at the jabs. “Didn’t want to be a family man anymore, huh? Did she decide she didn’t want your baggage?”

“It’s none of your business, Crowley,” Dean quipped. He snuck a look towards you and almost melted at the sight of tears in your eyelids. He wanted to erase the heartbreak he had caused you. He wanted to erase the pain away from you.

He only wanted you to forgive him. He wanted you and only you. He wished he hadn’t run off after Sam had gone to Hell, but he was broken and insecure. He was scared that you would leave him as well, so he did the only thing he could think of doing at the time: He ran away.

He begged for Lisa to forgive him, and she did. She took him in immediately, even after he explained all that went down with Lucifer and Adam and Sam. She took care of him. And for a while, he could forget all the pain. He could mourn the loss of his brother in peace. But there had always been a hole in his heart that Lisa nor ben would veer be able to fill.

He hadn’t known it at the time until he had sat up the night before and wallowed in misery after having nothing but dreams and nightmares about you for months.

“No harsh words, Not Moose?” Crowley taunted as he took a step toward you, causing Dean to nearly topple backwards onto the bed you were still sitting on. “No quips? Nothing? What do you have to say for yourself? Because while you were playing house, I was left to pick up the piece of her broken heart! How noble of you. Leave her behind to wallow in misery, and now what? You expect her to swoon because you're back? Pathetic."”

You never thought you would see the day when the king of hell would be red in the face at the Winchesters. But here he was, pointing a threatening finger in Dean’s direction while the other man looked like a kicked puppy.

You wanted Crowley to stop the insults at Dean. But the fact that he was protecting you in this way meant so much to you. You never knew how much Crowley actually cared about you.

"I bet she’s just thrilled to have you back. Nothing says 'I care' like a good old-fashioned abandonment, right?" Crowley scoffed.

“Crowley, enough,” you sighed as you finally pushed the duvet away from your body and stood up, causing Dean to look at you with hope. With your request, Crowley quieted down, though he didn’t cease the glare or scowl on his features. Ignoring him, you took a breath, taking Dean’s height in stride. “So, what? You show up at my doorstep and nearly scare me to death, for what?”

“I was wrong,” Dean swallowed, blinking slowly as tears piled against his eyelids. “I never should have left you the way i had. You were mourning Sam as well, and I was a coward for leaving you. I never once stopped thinking about you. I never once let you out of my mind. Lisa knew it, Ben knew it.’

“I’m not forgiving you, Dean.” you held your ground, even as you had to wipe the tears away from your cheeks. “How could I forgive you? Do you know what the hell I’ve been through? You weren’t the only one to lose a brother, you know? Sam was my family as well.”

He opened his mouth, only for you to cut him off.

“It’s been fourteen months, Dean—fourteen long, terrible months. I celebrated Sam’s birthday without you. I celebrated your birthday without you. Crowley was the only one to check with me. Do you know he saved me from death on numerous occasions? That could have been you.”

He looked utterly defeated at the mention of the birthday celebrations. He could only imagine you singing to yourself with some cheap cake and a gas station lighter, wishing for the family you once held as you blew out the candles.

“Dean, I don’t know whether to hit you, kiss you, or put a bullet in you.” you scowled, pushing past him to walk over to the bathroom to wash your face. Leaving the door open, you heard Dean shuffle around Crowley to get to you again.

“I can’t leave you, not again. Never again,” he watched your reflection as you grabbed for a hand towel and wiped the water from your face.

Glaring at him momentarily, you sighed heavily before turning around and leaning against the counter. “Crowley will kill me for this. But I can’t help but think that I’m still in love with you. We can talk more about this in the morning. I had a long few weeks, and I’m absolutely exhausted.”

Eagerly, Dean followed you out of the bathroom, barely noticing Crowley’s absence as he tucked you into the bed before he climbed in himself.

**totally up for a part three IF people want it. So please, please, please, if you enjoyed this reblog this & leave comments.

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ellasimsss · 1 year ago

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Lisa Livingroom

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intrepidacious · 2 months ago

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about that night (the bugs and the dirt)

summary: You never talk about that night, and Bucky never asks. Even though he can't help but suspect something is wrong.

pairing: bucky barnes x witch!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: past character death and vague mentions of blood (yk, spooky stuff); there's no actual dialogue in this and the characters are worse for it 💛 please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: it only took me three years but i finally managed to finish a fic in time for halloween 😌🎃 i genuinely don't know how to describe the vibes of this except buffy the vampire slayer season six meets "if lisa frankenstein was a drama" meets hozier's like real people do. have fun 🫶🏼

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Something’s wrong.

Something’s been wrong for a while, but Bucky can’t quite put his finger on it. It’s a fragile thing, this knowledge, this certainty, lingering at the back of his mind like the dim light of a forgotten lamp, shimmering, seeping through the cracks.

Whenever he asks you, you tell him that everything is fine, and he wants to believe you, desperately. You wouldn’t lie to him, you with your luminous eyes and your soft smile. Deceptions would taste foul on your lips.

But something’s wrong.

It’s all wrong.

He’s always been too smart for his own good, and he’s going to find out, you know he will, but that’s precisely why you can’t let him. He’s going to know how far you’ve fallen, and he’s going to despise you for it.

So he forgets.

Sometimes, when he wakes up, his tongue is heavy with bile and dirt, his eyes crusted shut with something worse than bad dreams. Sometimes, when he listens closely, he can hear the air humming with lost hymns that are not from this earth.

Maybe he should’ve gotten used to that, by now; your walls have always had ears and mouths and eyes, after all. That’s the price for loving a witch, you’d say, back in the days when your smiles came easy. Wherever you are, you’re never alone.

It’s different than he remembers, though, even through the cracked and blurry pictures of his memories, his foggy mind, but he can’t put his finger on why. Darker. Colder. Damp. It’s like something has left.

Doubt follows his every waking hour, even more so when he tries to think of that night.

That night.

Oh, that night.

The taste of blood on your lips when you kissed him, desperately, like you hadn’t seen him in months. The muddy streaks on your arms when he looked at you in the pale moonlight, the scrape of dirt underneath your fingernails. It had been raining. You smelt like pain.

What had you been digging?

He needs to forget about that night and what it actually was you’d dug up, then. You’d told him you’d had to bury an animal that had gotten lost and died in the garden, and it was a half-truth even by the most generous account.

Dark, evil things happened that night, and no matter their intent, you were the sum of them.

You’d sacrificed a lamb to dig up a wolf.

He doesn’t remember your answer now, but it must’ve been enough for him, then. It must have been.

So he doesn’t ask again, no matter how hard uncertainty tugs on his lungs.

On that old, familiar path, he follows you home and feels like a stranger.

The blood itself was the easiest to wash off, and maybe that was the worst part. In the human world, crime rarely disappeared without a trace, but magic always left its mark.

You remember tumbling on your way back, almost tripping over your doorstep, a sudden pulse of energy pulling the breath from your lungs. These were your own four walls, the ones you’d blessed yourself, tended to and looked after for years, and they seemed to recoil.

Bucky caught your arm without even looking, catching you like he always had, and you crossed the threshold together. You looked at him, then, for the first time since the graveyard. You could feel his pulse under your grip, his heartbeat strong and loud enough to be mistaken for your own, but his gaze so uncertain, like he wasn’t sure he actually belonged here.

With you.

You made up your mind right then and there. He could never know.

You stir your tea as you always do, and you’ve set out his cup on the kitchen table. Alpine paws at it before he can pick it up, a fierce growl accompanying the sound of smashing porcelain.

She’s been angry with both of you, and he doesn’t know why. She keeps hissing at him, and she refuses to sit on your lap when you study your books next to the fireplace like she always used to. Like she’s punishing you in whatever little way she can for a crime he doesn’t understand.

You sigh, and you repair the cup with a flick of your wrist, and then you don’t reach out to pet that spot behind Alpine’s ears.

It’s little things like that.

And it’s your tired eyes.

Of course, no one else can know either; it’s not a risk you’re willing to take.

If Bucky notices the phone’s been unplugged all this time, he’s never said a word. He’s never been much for talking, anyway, but he does it even less so these days. You’ve both turned quiet around each other, but the only thing that matters is that you’re both still here.

Even now, you can feel the dark powers humming through your veins, just like you could that night. You hear the whispers calling out your name and see the shadows at the very periphery of your vision. They follow you into your dreams until you give up on them, slipping out of the warm embrace of your bed to hunch over the tome again, again, just a little more.

Perhaps you should worry about repercussions, but what for? After all, everything you did that night, you did out of love.

Everything you’ve done, you’ve done for him.

Sometimes, he doesn’t notice them for a very long time, and then it hits him all over again just how exhausted you look. When he wakes up in the middle of the night, your side of the bed is empty and the roof of his mouth tastes like ash and decay. In those moments, he thinks he might still be dreaming; his bones are heavy and cold and unyielding, and he lies there like something forgotten, and all of his thoughts revolve around you.

He’s so worried about you.

He wants to ask if it’s something he’s done. He wants to know if he can make it better, make you smile again like you always did at the sight of him, every time. But he’s afraid of the answer.

You’ve not been yourself and you know it, but at this point, you feel unable to stop it. It’s too late, anyway. The dead already walk to earth, and you’re the one to blame. You’re the one to thank.

Sometimes, the thought does hit you that there’s something a little wrong with you these days. But then he looks at you and he smiles, and you’re young and foolish and in love all over again, that weight of all those weeks of screaming and crying lifted with every glance, every touch, every kiss.

This, the uncertainty, is the worst part of it. It becomes his closest companion, and it only lifts slightly when you return to him, if only for a moment. When you do smile, when you put your hands around his neck and kiss him and he can feel real again, feel like himself again.

He barely notices that you will only look him in the eye when it’s dark, when he can lose himself in your touch, foreheads pressed together, breaths heavy and mingling, the only real creatures in the world. The sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

Maybe you are wrong. Maybe you are wicked and evil and rotten to the core, and maybe there’ll be hell to pay for it yet.

But you’re not sorry.

hearing hozier perform "like real people do" as a duet with victoria canal changed lives y'all

thank you for reading!! if you want to see more of my writing, check out my masterlist or follow @intrepidacious-fics for update notifications!! also, comments are trick or treats that last all year long. just saying 💛

oh, before we leave, here's an extra shoutout to @brandycranby for telling me this was fun and the perfect length. i accidentally made it longer again. love u 🫶🏼

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jensettermandu · 1 year ago

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lake house rendezvous - jennie kim

genre; smut

pairing; jennie x g!p reader

content; hair pulling, choking, gagging

words; 6.5k

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It had been a tortuous six days for you- you were sure that it wasn't only for you, but her too.

Jennie Kim.

Your older sister's best friend, Lisa's best friend, they had been friends since they were ten and you never really cared too much about your sister's friends. Jennie was more than just a friend to her though, they were very close and she saw a sister in her too- your parents viewed her as their daughter and you...Your view on her had been a bit different for the past month now.

There's always this one rule between siblings- no fooling around with their friends, especially a best friend that was like a sister to them. Both the siblings and the friends were aware of that hidden but important rule.

You had never broken it until a month ago when you and Jennie woke up naked beside each other in her bed. As cliché as it sounds you two hooked up while drunk after ditching a house party and in the morning you had to jump out her window when Lisa came knocking on her bedroom door in the morning to help with the hangover the both of them had.

Nothing had happened between you two since then, but there was extreme sexual tension between you two since that happened.

It was just your luck that it was summer break and just like every year, your family drove to the lake house to spend two weeks there. It was your mum, dad, Lisa, two cousins and their parents.

Jennie included- she was family.

The brunette with brown eyes, a petite body, smooth and flawless skin, the voice of angels and heaven between her thighs.

It had been quite hellish the whole time, being under the same roof for six days now with eight more to go.

From the late night campfire's with the whole family, you two sitting beside each other, sharing a blanket with neither moving a single muscle. Her naked thigh would still brush against you everytime and it would suddenly get too hot to sit under a blanket even if the breeze was cold in the night.

Swimming in the lake and you could still feel her slightly cold, but wet thighs around your shoulders from playing chicken fight (shoulder wars) with your cousin's. The way they would squeeze around your head made you get out of the water earlier than you wanted.

Squeezing five (two cousins, Lisa, you and Jennie) of you into a canoe with Jennie sitting in front of your legs since it wasn't big enough for all of you so she and Lisa squeezed themselves in the middle. Her face was way too close to your crotch that whole time and you felt so embarrassed with a semi-hard- you couldn't control it as she was continuously glancing up at you and you down at her, something about her looking up at you was just too much to handle.

To every little thing she would do that you never really took notice of, but when you looked at her now you would feel the heat go south.

You sighed as you couldn't sleep and sat up on the bed, it was 3 am already and pitch black outside since there was only forest around the lake and the nearest city was a 15-minute drive by car. There were a total of five bedrooms, your two cousins shared one, then your parents, your aunt and uncle, Lisa and Jennie and you got the smallest bedroom to yourself. It wasn't big at all with just a drawer, a single bed and a window, you didn't need more than that anyway since you only slept here.

Deciding to get out of bed, you put on a t-shirt as you had a pair of gray sweat shorts on before heading out the door. You tried to make your steps as light and quiet as possible while heading towards the wooden stairs although there wasn't a lot that you could do about the creaking wooden floor under your feet. The hallway was poorly lit with just one little lamp on the wall being on so if anyone needed to use the bathroom they wouldn't end up falling down the stairs.

You got to the bottom of the stairs and headed to the kitchen, turning on the lights by the counter and not the big light since the light by the counter was enough- only here to get water from the fridge.

You opened the fridge door, the cool air hitting your warm skin and giving you goosebumps as you took the cold water from the bottom shelf before closing the door, the light coming from the fridge disappearing.

As you stood leaned against the counter a certain brunette was naked on your mind and you felt like you were starting to get blinded by lust. Was it because she was forbidden? Was that what made you crave her body this much?

Your head snapped up to the stairs as you heard footsteps coming down them, seeing those creamy legs between the balusters, her thick thighs coming into view the further she got down as she was just wearing a pair of short pajama shorts. Jennie got down the stairs and walked into the kitchen, her eyes landing on you and the sexual tension struck you both like lightning. Placing your water down and looking at her as she was in a silky strap top that matched her black shorts.

It was quiet and you decided that you should probably head back.

"I will head upstairs." You spoke and walked around the counter and Jennie stopped you before you would pass her.

"I can't fucking take it anymore, Y/n." Her sultry and desperate voice reached you right away as she gripped your shirt with her one hand, looking up at you as you looked at her.

"Jennie-." You got cut off by her as you held her wrist about to remove it from you but stopped.

"I know, but this aching is not disappearing anytime soon with you around everyday...It's been a painful six days." She sounded so desperate like she would break into tears any second as her tone was slightly hushed. The last thing any of you two wanted was to get caught. You knew how bad this was, she knew it too, but something still pulled you two towards each other.

"Please." Jennie pleaded, tugging your shirt towards her slightly as she was almost pressed against you, the eye contact you two held was strong and held all the forbidden and sinful feelings, lust, greed and gluttony. You two wanted more and more and more of each other in a glutinous way.

You let out a small puff of air, being stuck between choosing to break trust or submit to lust. To give into your desires just like Jennie had. Temptation is a devil in disguise.

"What if someone hears?" You asked, a twinge of heat shooting down Jennie's clit as you gave into the same desire as her.

She pulled you down to her, her eyes glimmering with how much lust they held as she looked into your eyes. Her hot breath fanned your lips as your grip tightened slightly on her wrist, greedy eyes boring into yours.

"I will be quiet. Just please...fuck me, Y/n." She mumbled against your lips and you both closed the gap between you two.

You let go of her wrist and she moved her hands, gripping on your shoulders as you ran your hands to her waits, trailing them down to her ass and you pulled her closer into you. Her tongue greedily pushed into your mouth, meeting your tongue with hers as she wrapped her arms around your neck.

You ran your hands underneath her shorts, the warm flesh molding into your hands as you squeezed and she sighed into your mouth. Her hands came roaming down your body, running them under your shirt, her soft and warm fingers running over your stomach, grazing it with her nails up and down before they landed on the hem of your shorts. She hooked her fingers around the waistband of your shorts, tugging on it before she reached her right hand inside them.

You shuddered, a moan coming from the back of your throat when her dainty hand wrapped around your growing cock. You pulled away from her mouth, heavy breaths falling from her and your lips as you trailed kisses down her jaw. You left wet open-mouthed kisses on her skin, going down to her neck as you continued to kiss the warm skin- not leaving any hickeys to not get in trouble.

Jennie stroked you, feeling how heavy your thick cock got in her hand, twisting her hand when she reached your tip before swiping her thumb over the head and collecting the pre-cum that was dripping down to her hand on her thumb. Her touch sent jolts through your whole body before going down to your dick where all the blood was rushing.

Her heavy breaths hit your ear as she felt her wetness running down her inner thighs since she wasn't wearing any underwear. The stickiness became cold between her thighs and she squeezed them so nothing would run further than her inner thighs. "Y/n." Jennie quietly moaned into your ear and you hummed, pulling away from her neck as her hold on your warm and hard cock disappeared.

You held onto her waist and turned you both to the kitchen island, pinning her against it. You ran your right hand south to the waistband of her silky black shorts while your left one ran up to her neck as you wrapped your slender fingers around it. Her eyes hooded with arousal and you watched her face as your hand went into the shorts, Jennie's lips parted and she let out a puff of shaky air through her mouth as you ran two fingers between her puffy pussy lips. It was enough to make her knees buckle, but she was being held up by the grip on her neck with her hands gripping behind her onto the countertop.

"Oh fuck." Jennie's light voice peeped through her throat as your two fingers got coated in the slickness of her pussy, running them up. You ran a finger up to her clit and she whined in response to you running it over the throbbing bud that had been aching for six days straight.

"You've made me ruin most of my underwear." Jennie's voice came out strained from how she was holding back the moans in her throat. Another whimper came from her as you started to tighten your grip on her pulse points, feeling how fast her heart was beating against your fingertips while your fingers ran down her lips again. Her grip on the counter tightened when you slipped a finger inside of her with such ease, her walls instantly clenching around your finger needily as she held her breath in anticipation.

She started to get light-headed both from her arousal and your grip on her throat. "Yeah? I haven't done anything, you're the one who has ruined your own underwear, Jennie." You said and Jennie's chest heaved again when you removed your finger from her clenching walls. She rubbed her thighs together, your touch still lingering on her pussy even after you removed your hand fully from her shorts.

Your grip loosened on her throat, still feeling how her pulse was thudding against your fingers and you took your fingers into your mouth to taste what she coated them in. "Please." She pleaded with you again, her big eyes looking up at you as she swallowed another moan when you sucked on your fingers. Her stomach twisted at the sight- another wave of heat shooting through her clit because of what you did.

"Please what?" You asked, your thumb rubbing the spot where it had pressed down on her pulse earlier and Jennie closed her eyes for a second at the soothing touch.

"Please fuck me." She breathed out with desperation. "Why?" You only asked, taking your free hand and running it under her strap top as you could see her hard nipples protruding the material. Her chest pushed into you when you took her tender breast into your hand, a whine eliciting from her lips when you palmed it roughly, feeling up her chest without any hesitation. Kneading the soft breast in your hand, cupping it and grazing your thumb over her hard and sensitive nipple.

Jennie gripped onto the wrist of the hand around her neck with both her hands, a frown on her face as her lips were parted, struggling to get her words out as you played with her nipple. It was sending jolts through her whole body, she could feel how each nerve sent signals to her brain, how her other nipple was rubbing against the material of her shirt, your hard dick pressed on her lower belly as you stood pressed into her, feeling how it was throbbing against her. She could suddenly hear the crickets outside and frogs croaking. The fresh sweet scent of honey milk coming from your skin which was the fragrance of your shower gel. It was all getting too much for her now as she heard her own heart beating in her ears...starting to get uncomfortably overwhelmed because of her senses.

"Cause- cause I am so wet for you right now and fuck- I've been thinking about your cock inside me every single day...I've been fucking myself with all kinds of toys but none of them satisfied me the way your cock did. My clit throbs when I see you and I can only think of how you fucked me into my bed that night. Just fuck me or I will go and fuck myself again." Jennie explained as tears formed in her eyes from how painful it was starting to get, your cock throbbing at her words with your stomach twisting in a way that aroused you even more. She blinked her eyes to clear her sight, her tears running down her cheeks as her fingers were now itching to just rub her clit and fuck herself while thinking about you.

You removed your hands from her, Jennie's whole body tense from how much she just needed a release. Licking your lips you slowly turned her, bending her over the counter. She shuddered as her front pressed against the cold wooden countertop of the kitchen island. "Have you been fucking yourself for the past six days with my family in the house?" You asked her, pulling the front of your shorts down, taking your dick out and stroking it as you pushed her skimpy shorts to the side. "Only- only in the shower." You smirked at her trembling tone as she admitted so shamelessly to fucking herself in the shower.

"You have no shame, do you?" You asked and ran your tip between her slick folds, her ass pushing into you when you teased her whole. Knowing that it was only a matter of time until someone would possibly wake up and come downstairs you pushed into her. "Fuck." Jennie breathed out as you entered her, you bit on your lower lip at how warm and tight she was- she was snug like she was made for you to fuck as you filled her to the brim and she hummed.

You started to move slowly, picking up your pace with each thrust just to test the waters and see if she could be quiet or not. "Are you gonna be quiet?" You asked as you leaned against her, your hot breath hitting her ear and making Jennie shiver, her walls squeezing you in the process and getting a groan out of you. "Yes, fuck I will be quiet, please." Jennie continued to beg not knowing what else to do to get you to fuck her like you did after the party. The way her bed creaked and your balls slapped against her skin still echoed in her head every night she would lay in that bed. She had never been so infatuated with someone, especially not a dick.

You moved back and grabbed her by her hips and Jennie clenched her jaw hard when you started to move like she wanted you to. Her hands gripped onto the edge of the counter as your heavy breaths occupied the air together with the sounds her sopping pussy was letting out as you moved with deep and hard thrusts. "Oh God." Jennie moaned, just above a whisper as most of her moans weren't getting past her throat.

Jennie was greedy and started to meet your thrusts, pushing her ass into you to get you as deep as possible into her snug cunt that was constantly clenching around you. Her tight and needy hole doing its best to suck you in. "Tell me this pussy was made for my dick." You groaned and a squeak came from her mouth at the slight pain when you rolled your hips into her ass, getting so deep that it hurt slightly. "Yes, Y/n, just for your dick...Fuck!" Jennie tried to keep her voice down but she couldn't when you kept going the way you were.

"Keep quiet." You warned her, the thought of getting caught thrilled Jennie though- getting caught mid act of being fucked by you in the kitchen downstairs with your family upstairs. Jennie felt naughty- she wanted a better taste of the thrill and it was as if two horns just grew on her head. "Fuck Y/n!" She moaned, not trying to suppress her moans anymore. Anger shot through you at what she was doing, her continuous moans getting louder by the thrust and you let go of her hip with your left hand and gripped her hair.

"Shut the fuck up, Jennie." You warned as you pulled her head back, her back arching and you could see the devilish smirk on her lips as her hooded eyes were showing how good it felt to get pounded into by you. You tugged on her hair to get her to keep quiet, but it did the opposite. "I can't, you fuck me too good...You will have to make me." Jennie cried out, her legs spasming from your cock stretching her out and you moved your hand from her hair and to the front of her face. Using her parted lips to advantage your fingertips came to her soft and plump lips before you inserted three fingers into her mouth.

You pushed them into her warm mouth and didn't stop until she gagged on your fingers, Jennie whined and your grip on her hip tightened. "You want to get caught, don't you?" You asked, your dick engulfed in her cunt and your fingers in her mouth as they got coated in her spit that was slowly starting to run down her chin not able to swallow with your fingers down her throat. Jennie hummed, it came out whiny, her ass hurting from your pelvis hitting it through her shorts continuously from the hard and painful yet pleasurable thrusts of your thick cock in her needy and grasping hole, the juices running down her thighs now from how you were pushing in and out of her.

You hugged with your arm around her waist, using your fingers to rub her clit as you felt close, groaning in pain as she bit down on your fingers, but you weren't going to pull them out. Jennie gagged again, tears in her eyes as her whole body was burning up and her legs were trembling, ass pushing more into you and you put more pressure on the swollen sensitive bud. This moan was loud even with your fingers down her throat, her back arching more and her whole body tensing up, her walls thudding around your cock as you slowed down your movements as she came. The muffled and unclear curse words from her barely made any noise as you rubbed her clit more with her jolting in your hold.

Her body slumped against the counter and your movements were slow, pulling your fingers out of her mouth as she slurped them clean from all her spit. Jennie panted, her body hot against the cold counter that was the only thing that would somewhat cool her down with you around. "You can't cum inside." Jennie broke it to you as you two had no contraceptives and you sucked air through your teeth. "Where do you want me to cum then?" Your voice was slightly strained as you were extremely close and you would cum inside her if she wouldn't give you a better option. "My mouth unless you want to make Lisa an aunt in nine months." You groaned and pulled out of her, despite still catching her breath Jennie turned around and got down on her knees in front of you.

She looked up at you as she took you in her hand, your dick slick in her juices and twitching as you were close. She guided you into her mouth, taking the heavy tip against her tongue before wrapping her lips around you. Moving further down your length. You ran your hand through her slightly tousled hair, pushing it back for her and Jennie hummed, looking up at you through her lashes with big eyes that were glimmering in the poorly lit kitchen.

She slurped back up with her cheeks hollowing, bringing you so close to the edge as she sucked extra hard around your tip before taking you back down her mouth. Holding onto the top of her head and you groaned at how she sucked back up again. Jennie hummed as rope after rope of hot cum shot into her mouth as she continued to suck. "Fuck, fuck...Jennie." You breathed out as she wasn't letting you go, your dick slowly turning flaccid but she was sucking you dry, every twitch of your dick releasing some more cum from your tip. You grabbed her head and pushed her away as your legs would go numb and she let go with a small pop.

You fixed your shorts as Jennie stood up on her still slightly shaky legs. "You're not up for more?" You scoffed at her words and pushed her to walk first. "You're too loud." Jennie pouted and walked ahead of you, her pussy was still throbbing and there was a slight ache between her legs. "I will be quiet, I promise." You hummed unconvinced as you two made it up the stairs quietly.

You widen your eyes at the door that opened upstairs, Jennie tripping on a step from shock and catching herself on the wooden railing the whole stairs creaking. "Jennie? Are you out there?" It was Lisa's tired voice, you nipped her thigh so she would do something. "Yeah, I just went down for water." Jennie replied and you pushed her by her ass so she would continue walking and she did while you stayed in your place. "Oh ok." Your sister replied and Jennie got to the top of the stairs and took a turn where her room with Lisa was and you waited a few more seconds after the door closed before hurrying to your room.

The Next Night

You were laying in your bed, thinking about what happened in the kitchen last night, it was enough for blood to start going south. You heaved a sigh and turned to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling as the crampy room was lit up by the bedside lamp, the single bed creaking as you turned.

It was silent and you were starting to get annoyed by the sounds of nature outside.

The whole day was spent with Jennie throwing glances your way and you honestly couldn't look away from her. If you weren't infatuated with her body before the first time you two had sex then you definitely were now. You wanted more, you were drowning in your own lust and desires. You wanted to do more with her, fuck her in other positions, you definitely wanted to cum inside of her, fuck her mouth, have her ride you, you wanted to cum on her perfect tits, paint her face- you snapped out of your dreaming.

You were down bad because of her pussy.

Your ears perked up, all sounds more clear. You heard the wooden flooring creak in the hallway at first thinking that someone just woke up to use the bathroom at 3 am, but soon realised that they were heading towards your room.

The door to your room opened and you pushed yourself up, leaning on your forearms as you looked at the door that creaked open a tiny bit.

Jennie slipped past the small crack in the door before closing it after her and leaning against it. She was in the same type of pyjamas as yesterday although these ones were white.

"Jennie, what're you doing?" You asked her, your voice light since your two cousins had their room right next to yours and the walls maybe weren't thin but they weren't soundproof.

Jennie's graceful steps took her to the foot of your bed as she climbed onto it and you sat up straight in an instant.

"I'm horny." She said in a whisper as she sat back on her heels by your feet. You watched as the devil herself tried to portray some sort of innocence as she looked at you with a small pout and big eyes.

"Not my problem, get out before someone wakes up and sees you walking out or comes in here and sees you." The pout went away with your words- you didn't want to get caught and you knew that Jennie thrived on the thought of getting caught.

"Please?" You groaned as she was yet again pleading with you.

"No. Go rub one and you will feel better."

"I can't with your sister laying right beside me...Pretty please?" Jennie said as she crawled closer to you and you had nowhere to escape her and even if you had your body wouldn't even try to move.

"Do it in the bathroom."

"It echoes too much in there...Please Y/n, I am already wet for you," Jennie spoke and you didn't stop her as she grabbed your hand and guided you to her shorts, pushing the material aside the older girl not having any underwear on. Your fingers slipped between her folds, spreading them with your fingers as you ran them over her slickness.

She was so wet- she must've been laying horny for a while now before coming here.

You pulled your hand out of her shorts and sighed, laying back down on the bed.

"No." You simply replied, you were dying to fuck her again, but it was so risky. It was so wrong and you were wondering if she was feeling any guilt or not- probably not since you didn't either, the both of you were clouded by the lust you had for each other to even think about your sister- her best friend.

Jennie pulled the covers off you, but you didn't stop her- you didn't want to, you wanted to see where this would go. "Stop me if you really don't want this and I will leave right away." With that her smaller body came on top of you, the girl straddling your lap, grounding herself on your semi hard in your boxers.

"Were you thinking about me before I got here?" Jennie curiously asked, her warm hands supporting her on your stomach. Her voice was sweet, innocent even and genuinely curious and it was doing things to you- she knew what she was doing and you hated and loved it at the same time. You hummed at that since you had been thinking about her the whole time.

The bed was barely fitting you two and with any wrong move she would end up on the floor and it would be over.

Her thighs squeezed and you looked at her, she was staring down at you. "Why don't you want to fuck me?" She asked in a whisper as she leaned down, her hot breath hit your lips.

"Because you're my sister's best friend."

"It didn't stop you the other two times...It's just sex, she doesn't have to know." She reasoned, her voice in a whisper as she looked you in the eye, your hand behind your head. "Won't you feel bad?" You could already feel her wetness seeping through the material of her shorts and through your boxers.

"Do you feel bad?" You shrugged at her question since you weren't exactly feeling bad- what was Lisa expecting you to do when you had such a hot brunette that wanted your dick? Morals always flew out the window when it came to sex. "I'm lazy though." You said since guilt wasn't stopping you, you would use the lazy card on her because you knew that she was loud and you would get caught.

"I guess I will finally get to ride you then." You didn't get to say much more as she kissed you, and you weren't even trying to stop her and kissed back. Jennie cupped you by your jawline and led the kiss as you just followed after her. Her tongue pushing into your mouth, meeting yours as she was eagerly kissing you.

Your fingers tangled in your own hair as she moved her hips, rubbing herself on your growing dick. Her wet lips moved down to your jaw as she kissed along it to your ear- your whole body tingling at how she kissed by your sensitive ear. "Take your shirt off and be quiet or I will throw you out without a second thought whether you're just about to reach your orgasm or in the middle of riding me." You spoke and the girl hummed- a small smile etched onto your lips as she obediently sat back up and took the hem of her strap top before pulling it over her head.

"You won't throw me out." Jennie confidently said since you didn't stop yesterday when she didn't hold back.

"Trust me I will, you will be running naked into your bedroom." You reassured her and she rolled her eyes at that while you moved your hands from under your head. The girl was still whining her hips against you and grabbed your hands, guiding them to her breasts as her nipples were hard. She hummed, looking down at you as you cupped her, Jennie's hands staying on top of yours and you grazed your thumb over the hard buds.

She let out a shaky breath, her thighs squeezing whenever her clit would rub against your clothes cock. "You don't have condoms do you?" Jennie asked and you shook your head at that. "I came here with my family." You reminded her since this was a family vacation away from people.

"Just don't cum in me then."

"Then just get off on time, you're on top." She nodded her head, letting out a breath as she enjoyed the way you held her tender breasts, palming them quite roughly and making heat shoot to her clit that was desperately throbbing as she had been horny for quite some time now.

"Fuck." You breathed out as she was now rubbing against your tip, a whine coming from her as her clit pressed against it. Jennie couldn't wait much longer as she removed her hands from yours and moved down your legs. You bit your lower lip as you only raised your hips to help her remove your boxers that were stained from her wetness and the girl wasn't even a bit embarrassed because of how wet she was even before she came to your room.

She got your boxers off and you took the free will to take hold of your cock and stroked yourself as you watched her get off the squeaky bed. Jennie pulled her shorts down and they fell to the floor, your eyes going down to her glistening pussy that was between her heavenly thighs. You weren't sure when you would be able to stop fucking your sister's best friend because you genuinely didn't want to stop inserting your cock into this woman's snug pussy or skilled mouth.

She came back on top of you and you let go of your dick, the girl taking hold of it as she stroked you a bit more while you laid back and only watched her, giving her the control. Her hips lifted and she guided you to her hole, Jennie gasped to stop the moan that almost spilled from her lips as she sunk down on your dick.

"You're so tight." You hummed as you watched how inch by inch you disappeared into her clenching hole that was eagerly taking you in. Her warm and wet walls hugged around you perfectly as they were throbbing around you. "Y/n- fuck." Jennie quietly let out as she got filled up by you, she sat for a few seconds just enjoying your thickness that was stretching her out and length that filled her from top to bottom, feeling how your tip was throbbing against her walls.

Her nails lightly dug into the skin of your stomach as she started to move, Jennie's lips parted and her eyes closed, watching her face turn into pleasure from how full she felt. A mix of pants and quiet moans came from her mouth as she went faster, whenever her legs would spasm her pussy would clench its walls around you making you groan. Her hips would roll every time she went down and the bed slowly started to creak with her movements. Your hands came to her thighs, caressing up them to her ass while watching her boobs that were moving in rhythm with her.

"Fuck...You look so hot on top." You moaned and Jennie snaked her right hand up your torso all the way to your throat and her nimble fingers wrapped around you. Your lips parted as she put pressure on your pulse points with her fingertips and suddenly she bounced harder on you and it was hard for you to suppress your moans, making you bite down on your lip.

"You feel so good. I want your cock inside me everyday." Jennie whined out and your hips bucked, making her ground her hips with every move, her ass slapping against the skin of your thighs- suddenly the sounds in the room got a bit louder than they should with the creaking bed and the slapping of your skins. You took in a deep breath as she loosened her grip for a second before it slowly came back.

Her juices were covering your cock fully and were running down to your base, smearing all over you both. She threw her head back when she used her free hand on her clit, using her fingers to rub it which made her arch her back. "Y/n..." She panted, your name beautifully rolling off her tongue while her pussy was letting out beautifully lewd sounds from how sopping it was.

You hummed, feeling close from how she was riding you, the girl not stopping in her movements even if she was getting tired by now. Desperate pants for air came from her mouth, her hand still around your neck but the grip loose as she was lost in her own pleasure.

Jennie moved her hand away from your neck, her eyes shut and she used her hand to hold onto her own boob. Her legs tensed up again as she played with her own nipple and you watched in a daze as the girl was basically using you like a sex toy, focusing on her own pleasure although you were in heaven just from how she was riding you. The way her breasts would bounce with her, her ass slapping hard on your thighs, her hips bucking into her own finger- she was fucking herself and not you which only turned you on so much more that you would bust any second.

"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck." Jennie's high pitched moan was above a whisper as she tensed up on top of you, her thighs squeezing and her ass grounding down on you as she came, still rolling her hips though. You watched her hips buck again into her own fingers that were rubbing her sensitive clit with her lower lip between her teeth. "Fuck." She let out as another heat wave ran through her body, her orgasm only intensifying, making her moan at how good the warmth that spread through her felt.

"I'm gonna cum." You informed her as the rolling of her hips never stopped, despite the aftershocks of her own orgasm Jennie got off you just in time as she took you into her hand, with one stroke your cum spurted right onto her thigh and hand as she was straddling your thighs, a moan escaping your lips again. Your warm cum splattering onto her warm skin.

You sighed before taking in a deep breath, your eyes closing. You heard some shuffling on the bed and you opened your eyes, seeing Jennie gather her pyjamas despite the wobble in her tired legs after riding you. "Leaving?" You asked, swallowing the dryness in your throat.

Jennie turned to look at you, still naked as she used your boxers to wipe away the cum on her thigh before dropping them back on the floor. "Want me to stay?" She asked with some hope in her voice- the girl thinking you wanted her to leave already. You licked your dry lips and looked at her, the glimmering in her eyes was something else but you couldn't pinpoint what- post orgasm.

"Just lock the door." Jennie smiled as she dropped her pyjamas back onto the floor and locked the door. You moved to lay right by the wall, pulling the covers over you, holding them up for Jennie who climbed into the bed after locking the wooden door. She got under the covers with you and you raised your eyebrows slightly as she instantly snuggled into you, hugging your waist with her head under your chin- just like the first time and you hugged her.

In the morning Jennie snuck out of your room and headed straight for the shower before anyone could see her leaving your room.

The rest of the family vacation was spent like always except the little rendezvous you two would have every night after everyone was already sleeping. You honestly had never had so much sex in just a week, it was multiple times every night and your dick was basically sore as you were packing up to leave at the end of the two-week vacation.

She had milked you dry and wasn't going to stop once you got back home either.

Morals were something you two would have to think about once you wouldn't be clouded by lust and desire.

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6. tempestuous

Tempestuous: characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion.

Previous Chapter

Friday April 17, 2020

“The popular bar behind me became engulfed in flames in the early morning of Wednesday April 15th. Firefighters and police officers are conducting an investigation as foul play is suspected. The identity and current status of the two people entrapped in the flames has yet to be released as investigators are seeking answers.”

You groan and turn your head reaching at what you thought was your bedside lamp to turn off the lights

You hear commotion followed by your mothers voice “OH MY GOD My baby Y/N! Y/N! Go get the nurse Daniel!”

“What’s going on?”

With tender hands she caresses your “Oh honey there was a fire they had to save you”

“Fire?”

“Hey, you called!” the nurse speaks

“Nurse is here” your mother speaks to you

“Hi Y/N my name is Lisa your nurse can you tell me what day it is?” she asks as she logs into the computer in the room you looked around the room to see your mom and dad standing close by

“I’m in the hospital” you comment

The nurse nods her head “Yes ma’am can you tell me what day it is?”

“It's not Wednesday is it?” you add

“That’s right it's Friday April 17, 2020 you are at Detroit Medical Center do you remember what happened?” she asks as she gets ready to do her assessment. You groan feeling your head “Oooh! Be careful” she gently removes your hand from your head “you got some bandages up there” she gently removes your hand from your head

You swallow feeling your mouth dry “I walked in with Gracie and i can’t remember the rest” you croak out

“That's okay, don't worry about it, just try to get some rest and hopefully it comes back to you as the days go by, I paged the doctor he will be here shortly. I’m just gonna do a quick assessment and when the doctor comes we will do a more in depth one okay?” You nod “Great!”

You turn to face your parents “Is Gracie okay?”

You see your parents look at each other then back at you “Honey” your dad starts

Take some deep breaths the nurse coaches as the monitor indicates your heart rate going up

“Where’s Gracie?” you ask them more directly. Your dad holds a somber expression “No dad No! NO!”

“Its okay calm down sweety” your mom coaches seeing the panic seep into you

“Where is she?!” You demand answers

Your mom comes to cradle you “No mom where is she? Where is Gracie?”

“Heart rate is spiking need to calm her down” you hear your nurse say

“Y/N I’m the charge nurse Michelle”

"Where’s Gracie?!" you didn't care about what the nurses were saying to you. You only hoped the reason your parents were refusing to tell you what happened to Gracie is because she was in a coma in the ICU somewhere else but what you feared the most

“We’re gonna give you some medicine only help you calm down okay?” the nurses speak to your mother gently pulling her away from you “No where’s Gracie mom dad" you reach for them

"We’ll come get you when she’s calm I promise"

Monday May 4, 2020

You lay in bed thinking about how this came to be your mind flashes back to when you agreed to work with Alejandro.

Flashback

“My bosses don’t take no for an answer chiquita and they are tired of waiting” new threats were added to the mix. Threats that you couldn't ignore.

You sigh “I am putting myself at risk here”

He chuckles “I already told you we will take...”

You cut him off “Yea yea I know”

He extends his hand “so it's a deal then?”

You hold your breath and extend your hand “deal”

You try to figure out where things went wrong. It was smooth for the first few months then all of a sudden the switch flipped and Alejandro was more aggressive and dangerous than Rio. His temper was a force to reckon with. Like jekyll and hide one minute he is okay the next you are constantly looking over your shoulder and spending sleepless nights. It went from simple drop offs to no you need to sit while we finish counting, accusations of shorting the Guerrero family. Payment ready at delivery to you’ll get your cut later. It didn’t take you long to realize you were being heavily monitored and everything you were saying and doing was being captured. And when you inquired you weren’t given a reason but more threats of death and bar being burnt down.

When you heard them speak of Marcus and killing him to bring Rio out of hiding you knew you had to take action and warn Rio at least, if nothing to spare Marcus life. They knew everything, things you knew but didn’t tell them. Things you didn’t even know. Where the stash houses were, where the money was kept, his banker, his lawyer, his shipment schedules, his connections in El Salvador and Mexico.

Rio was right, you didn’t know what you were getting into. And his “good luck” rang like a bell summoning an omen in a horror movie. Every time you think about it you shiver knowing all that had transpired after that night.

“Someone’s here to see you” your mother speaks, bringing you back to the present time. You look to your bedroom door and see Rio walk in. You have been home for 2 weeks now.

You turn the other way your back to him, embarrassed “how you holding up mama?”

You hear the door open before shutting again. You grip the pillow tightly feeling the tears well up in your eyes.

“Were you at the funeral?” You ask

He clears his throat “Yea”

It’s silent. Not comfortable, it's awkward. You close your eyes squeezing them shut praying this was all a nightmare.

“Don’t worry, I told the cops I didn’t know anything” you say

He clears his throat “Wasn’t worried about that.” There’s silence again “Your parents want you to eat something”

“I’m not hungry”

He nods looking at your body, you had bandages on your torso and thigh “well then ima go”

You turn to face him before he fully walks out the room “Why didn’t they kill me?” He stops in his tracks and turns to face you, closing the door “why did they have to kill her?” as much as you tried to make sense of the situation in the end Gracie died for nothing He sits down, and you stare at him waiting for an answer “Because”

“Because what?”

He looks at you “if they killed you then it would be a full out war, and they can’t handle that right now” “Is there not a war right now? What’s the difference?” He pauses “this is different”

“So why burn down my bar? Why kill Gracie? She didn’t do anything to them” None of it made sense to you why would they kill her when it was you that was making money for him and them “Send a message to me”

“To you? I thought you left Detroit?” “I did”

“I don’t understand” He interrupts you “One day it will make sense. Get some rest yea? I’ll be around”

Saturday May 30, 2020

“What are you doing here?” You ask Rio as he walks in

“Came to see you” “Okay” you say as you resume your position on the couch

He sits next to you picking up the remote to pause the TV “what you been doing?” “Nothing” “I can see that I texted you” he comments “I haven’t checked my phone” you lie

“For a week?” You shrug “so what you just gonna sit here and let them win?” You give him a look refraining from saying what you wanted to say, “I thought you were stronger than that” You face the TV “Well you’re wrong and if it's money you want they took it all cleared out my safe” “That's not why I’m here” You sit up to analyze him “So you’re here to berate me?” you stand up from the couch

He shakes his head “Nah, I came here to check on you”

You stand up from the couch walking into the kitchen feeling yourself get irritated and these days anything gave you a headache “Well you’ve seen me so you can go” you didn’t need him to trigger you

He pauses, following you and stopping by the entry way of the kitchen watching you gulp down medicine “I warned you” You snap your head in his direction to look at him “I gave you an option me or them” You turn to face the sink “I didn’t have a choice Rio” you mumble He snickers “You did mama you just didn’t pick me�� “I did not Rio” you stress turning to face him, they had promised to kill your family and burn down the bar leaving you with nothing. “You could have told me I would have taken care of him, taken care of them” he gives you a half smile

You nod slowly looking at him wondering why he seemed delighted by your demise “so this is a long awaited I told you so? Is that it? Is that why you’re here?” He releases a deep sighs “no, I told you I came to check on you”

“Why are you here? I thought you left town?”

He shrugs “I came back”

You scoff “Why? I’m sure you can find other people to wash your money literally anywhere else” He smirks “I wanted to, it’s my city anyway”

“That you handed over to the Guerrero’s.” you argue

He chuckles “nah mama I handed you over. I didn’t hand over my city.”

You nod “So I meant nothing to you all that talk about partnership an....” “You really wanna go there?” he asks

You swallow knowing it was you that betrayed him for once this time

“So you used Alejandro to punish me for not picking you?!” you hypothesize He shrugs

“Gracie died!”

He nods “I know”

“They burnt her alive”

“I got the details of what happened”

You scoff “You’re un-fucking-believable!”

“Part of the game darling”

“What do you want Rio? Why are you here? Do you want to continue punishing me? Why are you here?”

“I told you I came to see how you were doing mama” “Well now you’ve seen me!” You lift your shirt “My bruise is finally fading away” You pull down your pants, showing your thigh/ass area “The burn is starting to heal up rreeaalll nice per the doctor, challenging walking or sitting or sleeping or standing because it's still painful and sore. I still get intense headaches where they kicked me from time to time. I can barely eat/sleep/or drink anything and every time I close my eyes, I see Gracie laying on the floor as they doused her with gasoline. There now you how I’m doing, you can leave”

“What are you gonna do with the bar?”

You throw spur hands up in frustration “So that’s why you’re here? To see how I can continue to make you money? Wash your fucking monopoly money?”

He pulling his lips in he shakes his head before speaking “not at all darling” “Well too bad for you I plan on doing nothing its burned down, I’m not doing anything to it, I’m gonna sell it”

He sighs “Rebuild I’ll front you the money”

You shake your head, “No, I’m done with this,” you gesticulate crossing your arms in front of you repeatedly “I’m done with this shit! I’m done with you!”

“So, you’re letting them win?” You look at him like he has 5 heads “You did, you let them burn down the place that was washing well over a million dollars a month. I didn’t do that you did” He bobs his head from side to side “if you put it like that”

You feel the rage bubbling inside “get out!”

“Think about it. Gotta run see you around yea?”

Friday September 25, 2020

“We are here at the re launch of Cure with owner Y/N. This is such a touching redemption arc story that speaks to community and how people come together. The community of Detroit were able to raise funds, the city’s best contractors offered assistance, along with Mayor Nick Serrano all came together to see this relaunch possible. Y/N how does it feel?” the interviewer asks you

“Its really emotional I didn’t think this was possible.” You pause to take a deep breath feeling like you were going to cry “I can’t thank the community enough for being amazing and supporting myself as well as Gracie's favorite charity throughout this time” “With this relaunch we heard there’s a corner dedicated to Grace your former manager that passed away is that true?”

You nod “Absolutely there’s many places in the bar as well as menu items that are dedicated to Grace and the staff. I want it to be a reminder for anyone that walks in the amazing person she was and the amazing people that work at this bar who bring light and joy into everyone’s lives.”

“This is such a heart touching story. Tell me what Grace’s favorite things were” You smile “Sure Grace loved the Blue cheese sliders that we offer” “Oh yum I heard those were good!”

“How was the relaunch?” you hear from behind you as you walk into your home that night

“Fucking!” you hold your chest “what are you doing here?!” you hadn't seen or heard from him in months “Checking in on you” He smiles at you

You sigh throwing your keys down “How the fuck are you getting in?!”

He shrugs “got my ways” “Again if you want money it's all out and I used all of the bar insurance money to rebuild”

He shakes his head “Not here for the money”

“Why are you here then?”

He smiles at you “Just told you”

You scoff and roll your eyes “bar is open it was good lots of people showed up but not sure if they will come back”

“They will” he reassures

“How do you know that” “Because Cure is the best bar in Detroit”

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