These Sinful Nights (Sinner's Bay Book 2), page 2
“Nah, princess. It’s you who will be doing the licking. Pucker up.” Ethan cackled as he leaned against the door. “I’ll make sure I don’t shower and work out all day first. May the biggest fish win.” These idiots were about to go steal cars and they turned it into a fucking competition.
“Guess I’ll go call our old contacts and get the shop ready. Friday?” I asked and they nodded, still staring at each other with stupid grins.
They were crazy, but I still loved them, even if I was a little worried that they were about to dig themselves a hole they couldn’t escape.
Three
Serena
I adjusted my dress, making sure my breasts were nice and full, barely contained in the little red number I had on, as I reached the door to Mariposa.
I had no shame in distracting men with my body, not when I had a bet to win. I knew from being here with Elsie that the clientele had money, and I would have the pick of the lot.
Most of them paid for their cars with dirty money anyway and Theo was already on standby, hacking into the systems for security to scrub every part of me and my getaway. I knew he was worried, but I had done this plenty of times in the past with no issues. Sure, I was going for a bigger prize this time but one good car could fix everything and get Pa out of debt.
I was doing this for my family. I snorted to myself as I walked into the club, the latin music instantly making me want to dance. Who was I kidding? I was doing this for the thrill of it. The depraved part of me still hadn’t grown up and liked to live on the edge.
I scanned the crowd as I waited at the bar, looking for some poor fool who would make it easy for me. There were a few good contenders, the douches were always the quickest to take the bait of my dress.
They were low life dealers, looking to prove their worth, and that made them foolish. I ordered my drink as I made eye contact with one said douche in his silk shirt unbuttoned half-way to his stomach, hair everywhere. Gross. He was perfect.
Taking my drink, I smiled seductively over the glass as I took a long sip. The drink was chosen perfectly as part of the plan. Sex on the beach. That always got them going, plus they tasted good.
I made my way towards Mr. Douche, who nudged his buddy, smirking, as they looked at me triumphantly.
“Hey.” I purred, glancing up at him from my lashes, toying with the straw.
“Hey there, sexy. Damn, girl your body is bangin in that dress.” He bit his knuckles as he waved his hand at me, and I almost choked on my drink trying to contain the laughter.
This poor fool deserved to have his car stolen if that’s how he talked to women. I continued to sip my drink as his hands found my hips, his crotch grinding against me.
“You are so fine… let me show you a good time.” I giggled girlishly, playing into his hands as I put my drink on a tray of someone walking past, freeing my hands to slide over his jacket.
It was easy really, find where they had their keys hidden, distract them with the promise of sex, employ a little pickpocketing, excuse myself to go to the bathroom and hightail it to their car.
I had done it hundreds of times in the past and I was confident in my methods. I pressed against him, moving in time to the beat when I felt the bulge from his keys next to his other bulge. Of course. I hated when it was next to their cocks.
“Serena, fancy seeing you here.” The voice sent shivers down my spine, and I knew who it was before I turned. Mr. Douche’s eyes widened as he let me go, disappearing into the crowd. Sighing, I turned to see Dante standing there with a grin. The man was fucking smoking hot. So was his brother, and I wasn’t ashamed to say I would love to be in the middle of a Mendez sandwich.
“Dante.” I said with an eye roll. After meeting them that night with Elsie, I had drunkenly given him my number and he continued to send little texts and suggestions for hook ups, that I ignored.
I knew this was their club and I knew they were part of the Mexican cartel, but to be honest, I’d doubted I would see them here. Guess I was wrong.
“What is a woman like you doing with a scum bag like that?” His eyes roamed over my body and I swear it felt like he had mentally undressed me. I felt my nipples harden against the fabric, his grin widening as he noticed. Fucking cocky bastard.
“I like scum bags. They fuck better.” I replied as I tried to find where my target disappeared to. Dante laughed, stepping close enough to invade my space.
His cologne was spicy, masculine and fucking sexy as hell. My mouth watered as his huge hand rested on my hip, pulling me closer. I looked into his eyes, a blue that seemed so out of place with the rest of him.
A little tear drop was tattooed under his eye, and I would say it looked ridiculous and ironic, but with Dante, it was likely representative of something I had no interest in knowing about.
“I am sure I could change your mind, Hermosa.” He bent down and sniffed my neck. Was this man inhaling my scent like an animal? He nuzzled my skin and moaned. Yep. He was sniffing me like a dog, but why was that so god damn hot.
“Look, Dante, I’m sure the women fall at your feet with your bad boy image and all, but I need a man who will treat me right.” He leaned back with a wicked grin. “And your scum bag is the one for the job?” He pushed a strand of hair from my face and my breath caught.
In other circumstances, I might have played with the idea of going for Dante, but if I was honest, he kind scared me, and I didn’t plan on having a one night stand with this crazy man, even if he was hot as hell.
“Yep. I like to be treated like shit in the bedroom you know, the rough stuff, and those men do it well.” I lied and he chuckled, a crazy gleam in his eye.
“I like you. You have fire. I bet you’re a firecracker in the bedroom too, but a woman like you should be treated like a queen outside the bedroom.” I raised my eyebrow at him, putting my hand on his chest with the intention of pushing him away, but couldn’t find it in me.
“Oh really? And what about inside the bedroom?” I purred. Girl, stop it. Don’t flirt with the gangster, I chided myself, but damn it was fun. He pulled me closer until I was pressed against his body, gently rocking us in time to the beat.
“She should be treated like the freak that she is. Giving into her every dirty desire until she’s begging for mercy.” He spun me around, dropping me in a graceful dip and pressed a kiss to my chest.
Fuck, this man could melt panties, and I was tempted to say yes take me now and throwing the bet away. It felt good in his arms, to let him take control and move my body in the way he wanted.
When he straightened us, I saw the triumphant look in his eyes and instantly felt my ego rise to the surface. If I had one big fault in life, it was the inability to admit defeat, and the need to constantly be the winner. Something my brothers brought out in me.
“Come home with me, Hermosa, let me give you a night to remember.” I narrowed my eyes at him. The smug bastard thought he had me in the palm of his hand, and I felt the embarrassment flood my cheeks, because he was right.
“Ummm, how about no. Your sexy latin ways won’t work on me. I know you’re the devil in disguise. What do you say in your language? El Diablo. That’s what you are, and I have no interest in selling my soul to you.” His eyes narrowed in challenge.
“I could have you change your mind in an instant if you let me.” I laughed, seeing my douche bag reappear from the crowd and remembering why I was here, I needed to wrap this up quickly before he got away.
“Look, I’m sure you’re great and all, but I need a man who can make me come quickly and lots of times. You talk about the game like it’s a slow seduction and I need hard, fast and dirty.” He gripped the back of my neck, yanking me to his face until we were so close that if I licked my lips, I would lick his too.
“Ohhh, little firecracker. I could make you come within a minute, just with my tongue alone. Then I would fuck that smart little mouth of yours while I make you come again over and over with my fingers until you beg for mercy.” My pussy clenched at his words and damn the man, he knew it turned me on.
“I bet you’re all talk. Men who brag like you are terrible in bed. Probably have a small dick too.” Why, oh why was I playing with fire? This man was going to burn me alive.
“You’re a brat. I should take you over my knee right now and spank that fucking ass, showing everyone how wet you are just from thinking about me.”
Fuck. I hated that he was right, and all my self preservation left my body as my ego stepped in to take over. Cue me doing something stupid.
I pressed against him with a grin, running my hands under his shirt and felt the bump of his keys inside his jacket. Oh, yes. El Diablo was about to be burnt by me.
I sealed my lips to his, kissing him deeply and he instantly responded, gripping my hip with one hand and holding the back of my head with the other.
He even kissed like the devil. His mouth dominated mine, the kiss almost bruising in its ferocity, forcing me to open further and surrender to his touch and fuck it was good. The moment he felt me relax, he slowed the kiss, his tongue toying with mine in a way that heated my blood.
It was like a dance of seduction, slow, deep, and passionate. Possessive in a way that had me tingling all over. I almost lost myself when I touched his keys again. I ran my other hand down over his crotch, feeling his hard length behind the suit pants. Nope. Definitely not a small dick in there.
He deepened the kiss, moaning into my mouth and bending me backwards, rolling his hips into my touch. Anyone who saw us would think we were basically fucking on the dance floor, but I didn’t care.
I slipped his keys from his pocket, sliding them into the hidden pocket on my dress before I pushed him away.
His eyes were dark, hungry and fucking scary with that possessiveness. He licked his lips as if savouring my taste and I had a little flutter in my stomach at the realization I probably made a mistake kissing him, but the keys pressed against my skin goaded me on.
“Well, it’s been fun and all, but I have to go.” I hurried away before he could grab me, darting into the crowd then doubling back to lose him. Adrenaline pumped through my body as I realized what I was doing.
I stepped out into the night, pulling the keys out and pressed the fob to see which one of the fancy cars unlocked. The answering beep sent a wave of panic and exhilaration through me as I stared at the shiny black Maserati MC20. Oh boy, the devil’s car was hot as hell, just like he was.
I pulled out my phone from my bra as I slid behind the wheel, dialling Theo. “S, tell me that Maserati I’m looking at on screen isn’t the one you’re bringing back.” He said and I laughed as the engine purred to life.
“You bet it is, Theo. I had a bet to win. Get ready to scrub everything, the person who this belongs to probably has access to things we don’t, so we have to be quick.” He groaned through the phone as I pulled away from the curb.
“Who does it belong to, Serena?” I bit my lip. “You don’t want to know.” I replied, my palms sweating on the steering wheel as I looked into the rear-view mirror. “Fuck, I knew this was a bad idea. Drive carefully.” He muttered before I hung up.
Yeah. They didn’t need to know that I just stole a half a million-dollar car from the Mexican Cartel, and probably the devil himself, just because my ego got butt hurt.
I drove quickly to the shop, a prickly feeling in my body that felt like the hounds of hell were on my heals, ready to drag my ass back to hell.
Four
Alejandro
I had seen the little display of passion that Dante had put on with Elsie’s friend, Serena. I also knew that my brother had a mild obsession with the woman after that night we first met her.
When Dante became fixated on something, it was like trying to stop the earth from moving, and watching him kiss her like that, I knew there was no way he was going to back down now.
I had to admit, I could see the appeal. She had a feisty attitude and curves that were absolutely sinful, but a relationship in any way just wasn’t on the card right now. We were bleeding from every direction and the other smaller cartels were moving in on our territory.
I had just finished a meeting with the Rodrigeuz brothers, who were the biggest rival to our claim right now, to try and smooth things over but I had seen the lie in their eyes.
Everyone thought we were weak, products of our father. Salvador had been a pathetic excuse of a man, his ego never letting him see the bigger picture, and he frequently took his anger out on us.
After seeing him hit my mama and sister, Dante, David and I had stepped up, trying to protect them where we could. We grew up quickly, but nothing we did could stop the death of our brother.
A death my father sent him to with glee in his eyes. David was the best of us, and Dante witnessed every gruesome moment. That was the moment something inside him switched, the boy became a man, and that man was vicious as hell.
Even our father had been afraid of him after that. David’s death left me as the next in line and I had faced his wrath more than once.
I still sported the scars on my back as he tried to cut the devil from my body after he caught me with another man, saying I was possessed and needed to be cleansed.
I had since covered those scars with the tattoo my brothers and I had adopted as our own symbol. My entire back was covered in a Mexican skull, symbolic of those who had passed yet remained with us. The strength to continue after death.
It was Dante who found me, bloodied, and beaten, and it wasn’t long after that when our father died. The headlines had stated he was murdered in a fire that was the result of gang fights. Turf wars.
But I knew the truth. Dante knew the truth. I couldn’t afford to worry about those memories right now. We had to get prepared for an inevitable attack that was on the horizon, and we needed more loyal men.
We lost a lot of people in the changeover, people loyal to my father and some had jumped ship to our rivals. We were sitting ducks. I didn’t even want to consider the bullshit we had uncovered with the Maddens and the mystery organization known as Redvue.
Dante was pacing like a wild beast, eyes searching the crowd for Serena, who had slipped away with a wicked smile.
“Dante, I saw her leave. She’s gone, man. We have to get back. The meeting didn’t go the way I had planned.” Dante rolled his eyes as we left, I pulled my phone out and saw a message from Mama. Dinner Sunday night. Don’t be late again. I smiled, Mama had finally relaxed since Salvador, I refused to call him my father, was gone. She had lived in fear for years and the change in her over the last year since his death was like a new woman.
“Fuck. That sneaky little thief.” Dante said before he cracked up laughing. I put my phone away, confused at what he was going on about now.
“What the fuck, man? I want to get home and make some calls.” He gestured to the empty parking spot where I knew we had parked the car.
“She stole the car.” It took me a minute to register who he was talking about when I groaned. Great. She had just started a game of cat and mouse with my psychotic brother.
I called our security team. “Brett, can you check the cameras and see if you can find our car? A woman in a red dress stole it.” I heard the pause before he repeated what I asked, the sound of typing in the background.
“Ahhh, sorry boss. Looks like someone scrubbed the cameras. I have nothing. Even traffic cams are coming up clean.” Fuck. The little minx was working with someone. “Want us to send a car for you?” I considered our options and what to do. If she was working with someone who could scrub all the cameras, this was bigger than just some casual prank to get under Dante’s skin, and I was a little worried it could be someone who was out to get us.
“No. We’re going to the Maddens. I’ll get Declan to see if he can find anything for us.” I hung up and dialed Declan as Dante paced, muttering about spanking her ass until she screamed.
“Mendez, what can I do for you?” Declan answered and I winced as I heard a squeal in the background that definitely sounded like it came from Connor.
“We need a lift and some help catching a thief.” Declan chuckled. “Sure, I’ll send Alfie to come get you. What cameras?” I could hear him on the computer as Connor yelled something.
“Mariposa. It’s the Maserati.”
Declan whistled, “someone had big balls to take that. See you soon.”
I stuffed my phone in my pocket as Dante stood still as stone. “Alfie’s coming. I’ll get Declan to find her.” He nodded absently, a stupid grin on his face.
“I think I love her.” I rolled my eyes at him and leaned against the wall, waiting for our ride with a feeling settling in the pit of my stomach that we were about to enter into uncharted territory, and that terrified me. Alfie pulled up a few minutes later, a smile that I was still not used to seeing on.
“Lose something?” He teased and Dante chuckled. “Yes. The woman of my dreams. I’m going to kill her slowly.” He said dreamily and Alfie raised an eyebrow at me in question.
“So, Elsie’s friend Serena stole our car.” Alfie chuckled, side eyeing me. “No kidding? That little thing stole from you? Why?” I glared at Dante. “Ask that mother fucker.” Dante grinned at Alfie in the rearview mirror.
“I suspect she didn’t like me being right, so the little brat took it to make a point.”
I sighed. “I don’t know. Whoever she’s working with scrubbed the cameras clean. She was there to do exactly what she did and I don’t like how easily she did it.”
Alfie nodded, lost in thought.
We pulled up to their apartment and Alfie stopped us before we went in. “You can’t tell Elsie. She’ll want to get involved and she’s too heavily pregnant right now. None of us need any more stress. It’s hard enough dealing with Connor, let alone a pissed off pregnant Elsie wanting to get involved.” He went to open the door, then paused.
