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Chapter Four | Regálame un poco de azúcar

"Are you sure you don't need anything else?"

"Nah, just my laundry."

The dullness in Rio's voice had caused Beth to roll her eyes. She felt a certain type of 'ick' over his lack of playfulness with her. Her smugness quickly replaced her disappointment. But, that quickly diminished when a few slick thoughts raced through her mind. Due to the pair being seated across from one another in a booth, Beth was able to easily brush her moist hand across his thigh from underneath the table. " Actually, I left it in my dryer," she said in a soft-airy tone with a slight purr. Leaning in closer from across the table. Her breasts spilled over the black tabletop. Mick, who stood nearby, simply shook his head.

Rio's once-blank expression slowly began to change. His eyes slanted upwards as the corners of his lips peeled back into a smile. And then suddenly he began chuckling "Oh really?" he mused.  Beth giggled in response but Rio's chuckle grew into robust laughter. When he and Mick held eye contact, Rio slowly shook his head. The men shared a mental conversation where words didn't need to be spoken.

"No, a big fat juicy cheeseburger sounds even better right now." 

"Oh my god yes, and chocolate milkshakes but with whipped cream and chocolate-covered strawberries at the bottom." Epiphany existed out of the champagne room alongside Crystal.  Both dancers looked at the pair across the table. Vise versa from the opposite side. Despite Epiphany's smile dimming down, her mood was ruined. The sight before her wasn't something she needed to see…ever. It created a sourness in the pit of her stomach that replaced her hunger. As well as a foul taste at the back of her mouth. The sick part of all of it was that she had no reason to feel this way. They weren't anything. But, Epiphany couldn't shake the sick feeling.

"Oh hey guys," Crystal greeted with a bubbly tone and waved on her way to the bar. Epiphany gave the fakest smile she could muster as she followed along. She fought with everything in her to not look his way, and she did a pretty good job of it.  Epiphany made sure to sit on Crystal's side and wasn't facing the business partners and focused her attention on the bartender. She didn't have to look his way to feel his stare. Hell, she still could feel him even weeks after their last encounter. Or how she yearned to feel his long fingers fill her, drum her insides the way he would tap them against the table to a tune he only knew. 'Maybe he sprinkled some of that coke over his dick? that's probably what's got me hooked.'  She thought to herself. "I'll take vodka, orange juice, and light ice,"  she ordered.

"Hey uh…do you girls mind putting on some proper clothes or actual robes when outside the champagne room? You don't have to be naked around the whole building." Beth commented while puffing her chest out. Both Rio and Mick raised an eyebrow, a subtle signal of skepticism and amusement.

 Beth wasn't a fan of the men's wandering eyes. There was a reason she preferred the Detroit gangster to pick up his cut during the daytime versus the night. Less distractions. She could see Epiphany's topless torso through her mesh baby-blue robe and Beth was disgusted.  The girl left nothing for the imagination and Beth supposed that was to be expected of someone who did what she did. The strip club was too cheap for her taste as were the girls in it.

"Strip club by night, nunnery by day. Gee, you're an absolute visionary boss," Epiphany said sarcastically. It was the shared laugh between Rio and Mick that caused the ex-housewife's face to redden. 

"Look I know it's hard for you to tell the difference between-" Beth started but was dismissed by Epiphany's loud yawn. 

"Ugh, I need a cold shower and a nap." And with that Epiphany got up and strolled to the locker room sipping her drink.

"Looks like you got a lot to straighten out," Rio said to Beth. He then stood up and roughly patted her shoulder, "I'll be back for my cut," He and Mick departed from the side door.

Epiphany's hands shook as she stood in the room on the other side of the club. Her lips formed in a pout around the red solo cup. The cool-to-hot burn of her icy beverage numbed the back of her throat. She was used to her all-nighters at the club turning to a daytime double. But that mixed with her Karen of a boss and seeing the revolting sight of the cardigan wearer with the guy she had the hots for…just didn't mix well. " I don't like this shit" she whispered to herself.  It had been a while since a man who she had chemistry with was consistent with her. Rio wasn't at the club the majority of the time but he still managed to send her a text that always consisted of 'Have a good night champ.' or 'You have a good night?'. Then he'd call in the early morning hours of one to two a.m. and they'd talk. Icebreaker conversations about things like soggy cereal were better than fresh. They also liked The Weeknd's earlier albums and Mac Miller. Oddly enough, Rio adored Jazz music. Mostly live rather than CDs. Epiphany looked forward to their midnight conversations. Seeing him in person just felt surreal. In the present, Her annoyance was fixed with a hot shower and getting dressed in fresh clothes. Epiphany left the club in a denim mini skirt, pink Ugg boots, and an oversized mocha-brown fox fur coat over her white Henley top. The crisp fall air sent a feeling of refreshment through her as she walked along the street. The stiffness of the club depleted with each step she took away from it.

"You know green ain't really your color, Champ." She knew that familiar husky voice anywhere. Like a kiss to the side of her ear, it warmed the back of her neck. The burly tattooed man was in the driver's seat, but Rio sat in the passenger side with his arm out the window. His charming smile seemed almost taunting. The black G-wagon drove at the same pace she walked.

"Depends on the shade," Epiphany replied. Crossing her arms across her chest, she turned and faced the truck. Despite being feet apart, a level of intimacy was shared between the two of them. Their mirrored expressions of longing eye contact, raised brows, and playfully teasing smiles. Like a silent tango shared between the two. 

"So, where you headed?" Rio asked as he drummed his hand against the side of the car. 

"Wherever you're going." She smirked. 

"Está loca por ti, hermano." Mick snickered from the driver's seat causing Rio's smile to widen.

"Well come on then," He hopped out of the car and proceeded to open the backseat door. Epiphany smiled his way as she walked over to the car. She placed a soft but swift kiss on his cheek; which reached the corner of his jaw due to their height difference. Stan and Ruby had driven past the pair and the mother of two couldn't help but gawk at the scene with her mouth open.

"Stan," She hissed and smacked her husband's shoulder, "Did you see that? The hoodlum is getting frisky with the new bimbo. That's some straight foolishness." She shook her head with disapproval. Her husband chuckled in response as he pulled in around the corner," I thought the same thing when your girl started hunching with him. That's more normal than our council woman getting jiggy with him." Ruby shot Stan a side-eye but said nothing further.

Meanwhile, in Rio's car laughter was being shared. "No, pero piénsalo (think about it) What type of meat even is  two dollars?" Epiphany expressed before shaking her head in disbelief, "No me importa que no sea Carnitas or Pernil. (I don't care what you say, it's not pork or pulled pork)"

"It's an unbeatable deal. Maybe not all pork but it's got some pork in it…somewhere." Mick defended, "Don't downplay Arbys, you ain't built for that type of flavor kid."

Epiphany scrunched up her nose, "Definitely not. That type of flavor will have you ending up in a grave or dead in some gas station toilet."

"That ain't ever happened," Mick replied.

"Not yet." She smirked. 

"You're both taking this a lil too seriously." Rio laughed from the passenger seat.

"Like when Reyes Carnitas don't add extra jalapenos on your burger?" Mick muttered, giving his boss the side-eye. The trio continued to bicker, laugh, and roast one another's restaurant and food choices to Reyes Carnitas. Each of them ordered burgers with their preferred fixings and their conversation switched to MMA fights. Epiphany discovered that Mick was a pretty cool guy who was funny in his way. She figured he was the strong silent type but in a non-work setting, he was laidback and quick with comebacks to roasts or opinions. She couldn't help but admire the Brotherhood he and Rio shared.  They were more than boss and employee which was nice to get a glimpse of. As the group finished their Coronas, Mick gave Epiphany a head nod goodbye before he and Rio smacked hands. The man left in a separate black Mercedes that had been parked in the restaurant's parking lot.

Rio checked his watch before looking at Epiphany, "You ready to go, champ?" he asked. And once she nodded the pair left the shop. His hand rested against her lower back causing goosebumps to form across her skin. As she climbed into the passenger seat of the truck, her face grew hot at the feeling of his hand smacking against her ass. "Los jalapeños te pesaron!(the jalapenos got you heavy-handed)" she teased and the two shared a laugh.

"Where are we going?" She asked as she filed her nails during the drive.

"You'll see when we get there," he replied shortly.

"Are you taking me somewhere to end me for getting snappy with your old lady?" Epiphany teased as she looked over at him.

"Ha! You got jokes huh?" Rio laughed into his fist as he slouched back in his seat. His laugh could cure even the saddest of people. It was contagious.

"Too many sometimes," She replied with a grin.

The posh country club was the last place she expected Rio to spend his free time. It was far out of her league and looked every bit like a place Elon Musk would attend. The fresh scent of oak trees filled the air; that no doubt had been meticulously placed across the acres of well-structured land that could be seen from the high gates. Epiphany felt so underdressed in her attire. But she didn't let her discomfort show. Instead, she left her jacket in the car and walked in beside him with her head held high. His hand resting against her back gave her a sense of reassurance and a boost of confidence. Epiphany remained close by his side with a tight grip on the strap of her Chanel mini-flap purse. "Hello Mr.Cruz, Pleasure to see you again," greeted the man at the front desk as Rio checked in. His attention then shifted to Epiphany and he smiled at her "Hello, enjoy your afternoon."

"Hi, thank you." Epiphany replied politely. Once she and Rio were out of earshot, she teased"Cruz huh? One more piece solved in the mystery." He grinned slyly as he removed his Nike duffle bag from his shoulder to his hand. As he looked down at her through his dark lashes and amber eyes, he cracked a smile at the corner of his lips. "Two pieces…since I didn't take you for a golfer." she poked fun further. Her breathing started to get unsteady as he tilted his head down and leaned in closer to her. Nose to nose, chest to chest. Her eyes caught the glimmer of the diamond stud in the corner of his nose.

"I don't play golf," He whispered an inch from her lips. He sealed his words with a delicate kiss to her lips that made her mind go hazy. She felt a flutter in her stomach like a butterfly spreading its wings, "If you wanna know something darlin, all you gotta do is ask." he said in a low tone after his lips parted from hers.

With an inaudible exhale she opened her eyes and asked, "What's your name? All of it."

"Christopher Lorenzo Cruz." he smiled.

Something so simple held much weight to it. His sharing of those details with her required a certain level of trust. A layer of one of the many walls he built had been knocked down.

"That's attractive." Epiphany blurted out which earned her an amused chuckle from Christopher.

"Thank you. Keep it to yourself at work though, Champ." He replied. As he earned a nod of agreement in response, he grinned "My girl, I gotta get changed but order whatever you'd like at the bar." And with that, he patted her shoulder and went into the singular changing room.

'Christopher Lorenzo Cruz' Epiphany repeated to herself a few times as she walked off to the bar, smiling. 

Who knew watching a man play tennis could be seen as sexy? Well, it was indeed sexy. Epiphany watched Christoper from afar. She sucked the juice out of her Fuji apple as gazed at him. Her eyes rank him from top to bottom. He looked so delicious in his cream-colored club polo shirt and slightly baggy navy blue trousers. Her lips pursed against the flesh of the apple as the juice dripped down the sides of her lips and her eyes narrowed in on him. The sun buttered his tanned skin and the beads of sweat that trickled down the sides of his face gave his skin a luminous glow.  She couldn't but admire how quick on his feet he was. 

His opponent, an Asian woman who looked no older than sixty. As soon as the two stopped their game and shook hands, Epiphany raised her brow as she noticed four Asian men dressed in black walking their way. The men exchanged handshakes with Christopher and handed him a black envelope. The meat of the apple crunched in her as Epiphany watched him open it and a sly smirk fell to his lips. What contents were in the envelope itched her mind. But curiosity killed the cat so she didn't dwell on those thoughts for too long. Feeling eyes on him, Christopher looked up to the balcony. Epiphany had blew him a kiss to which he waved back to in response.  He then stuffed the envelope into his jogger's pocket before jogging off the tennis court. Epiphany and Christopher didn't reunite until a few minutes later. He came out in a fresh Adidas tracksuit and they'd shared coffee on the balcony. "Yo, have you tried the lemon cheesecake yet? It's dope-"

He was interrupted by Epiphany brushing her hand along his thigh.  Her thumb pressed down against his crotch and rubbed her fingers along his length. She leaned in close to him from across her seat, "I'd rather have you," she whispered before placing a kiss to the side of his cheek. The sharp stubble of his facial hair tickled her skin. The warmth of his breath sent tingles down the side of her neck as he chuckled in her ear. His hand grasped at the back of her neck, the edge of his nose brushed against the side of her cheek, "So, how you want it mama." 

"Surprise me." She challenged with a smirk and lewd glint in her eyes.

Epiphany hadn't expected to be brought to Christopher's apartment. She honestly thought he would take her to a hotel or do her in the country club showers, but she wasn't complaining. The moment she stepped into his loft apartment, The warm scent of bergamot and honey hit her. Despite the minimalist-industrial aesthetic of his place that consisted of black, brown, and various hints of the shade of honey; the place had a lived-in comfort to it. Casual elegance with an amazing view of the city. But, she had only gotten that view for the five minutes that it took to take off her shoes and coat; before she snatched up into his arms.

So swift like a fox capturing its prey. One of his arms had wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his chest with a firm grip. So close that she could feel his heartbeat against her chest. Their bodies seemed almost made for each other with how in tune they were. Their tongues melt into one another's mouths. They spoke of her admiration for one another with their tongues rather than their words. Her legs slid up the sides of his body as Epiphany leaped onto him. Her hands grasped on his shoulders as his mouth indulged in hers. Enough to pull a gasp from her mouth. Kissing against each other hard with lingering kisses that left saliva dripping down their chins. The same hands that broke many bones now squeezed and caressed her ass with the same iron grip from underneath her skirt. The flimsy material of her rose-pink panties was torn off and discarded onto the floor along with her skirt. Just as she bunched up the crewneck and tugged it off his slender frame. Both of them left a trail of clothing down the dark hallway to the door of Christopher's room. The whole city skyline of Detroit was their audience from the surrounding glass of his bedroom.

"Por Favor ruin me Papíto," Epiphany begged him as he bit at her neck. The weight of his body pressed down into hers as she sank into the cloud-like mattress. Her hips desperately buckled up against his, " I miss you inside me," she shamelessly admitted as he kissed her all over her neck and breasts. His hot tongue lapped over her hardened brown nipple with a soft bite. Epiphany couldn't help to be greedy and needy, she grasped his long-length dick in her hand. 'Coñyo, his dick is so pretty.' she thought to herself as she stroked him with her fingers, admiring his smoothness. An ache in between her thighs made her feel every inch of it stuff her full. How they'd managed to get it all to fit inside her the first time was sheer luck and endorphins bliss. Carefully, appreciating every inch with a warm grip as their lips met once more. His hands caressed her neck, tracing her jaw as they kissed. Epiphany almost squirted on his sheets from the animalistic, Nearly lion-like groan that escaped from the back of his throat to her lips.

"Aw, que te pasa amor? Can't wait?" Christopher chuckled deeply against her lips followed by his tongue trailing along her neck. His hand covered hers as he guided the head of his cock along her slit; nudging at her clit. Her soft, needy moans were music to his ears. For a moment, just for a single moment in time...he needed to look at her. His warm hand grasped her jaw and neck, "Look at me Mamitá." His gold Cuban link dangled an inch from her chest. Christopher basked in her loveliness as their dark eyes stared into one another. A subtle smirk laid across his lips.

Nothing but their shallow breaths could be heard in the room. Epiphany suddenly grew nervous. Gulping as he edged in closer. This sinister look in his eyes made her clit throb like a second heartbeat. "Por favor," she pleaded with her big eyes. Her pleas were answered but not how she expected. His strength was the way he managed to flip and bend her over onto her stomach and knees with little to no hassle. Like he owned her. And he did. Epiphany arched her back like a cat as his palms slipped down her sides. She let out a sultry moan filled with glee the moment he plunged all eight inches of his length in its entirety into her soaked pussy. Her drenched center hugged his fatty length tightly. The filled feeling he provided made her pupils widen as that familiar endorphin high that cocaine usually provided was now replaced with an even harder hit of bliss. 

This time the feeling was mutual. This was some quickie in a bad bathroom or a drunken hotel hook-up. This was Christopher's dessert after a long day. The essence of 'Feng shui' lay between her lips. He stroked her deeply causing a stretch within her opening. His hips rolled off her plump and perky ass. Mounting over her tanned body with his own, He held her throat firmly in his hand with a firmer hold each time he ravenously jack-hammered Jack into her cunt that adorned his cock with thick, and warm, layers of her sweet nectar. Her pussy grew wetter around his length, taking him and swallowing him whole. Sending body-jolting shockwaves through their bodies and shaky breaths to release from both their mouths. Christopher's brows knitted together in fascination at the sight of her maroon-reddened cunt clenching around his shaft. A sense of arrogance ignited within him over the fact he was the sole reason for her eagerness, her downright need for his dick, the way her body curled up against him, and the muffled moans that came out her pretty mouth were a confidence-boosting sight. 

His body slipped off of her then he sat upright on his knees, spreading her asscheeks apart to reveal her sloppily soaked pussy. Glistening messily around his cock "Que lindá, that is the prettiest pussy I've ever seen mamitá," he smirked with a rough smack to her ass with both of his hands. He couldn't help but to palm at her soft skin as it jiggled against his palms, He then relentlessly pounded into her center of heat, working her wet folds open wider with the erratic, deep, thrusts that caused her to cry out. Lewd, squishing noises of their skin rubbing and bouncing off one another bounced off the windows. 

Christopher's cock was so deep that Epiphany could feel the pressure of his thrusts in the center of her chest. Heat rushed to her cheeks and the back of her neck as she clawed at his black sheets, "Fuck! A-aah fuck!" she nearly hated him. Hated how alive he made her feel. He knew every nerve to hit. Every beat, every tempo. He knew it all in a matter of moments. Like an animal eating her from the inside out he ruined her. He controlled her body with his stronghold to her waist; yanking her back so that she couldn't squirm away from the ravenous rath of his dick plunging into her pussy to split her open wider. The once tight muscles loosened and stretched like violin strings being strung. His relentless thrusts had turned to affectionate, sensual strokes that massaged the depths of her throbbing core. Every half a minute he'd pull his long length out and fuck into her with one rough thrust that hit the core of her bundle of nerves. And lord, it made the dancer sob loudly "Shh I know Mamita, I know." His deep voice comforted, sounding as refined as aged whiskey, "Ábrete más para mí, dame un poco de tu azúcar, amor." with a rough smack to her ass.  As if her body only worked on his command, Epiphany's hips shook violently causing her knees to dig deep into the mattress the moment that she messily came. Cumming felt like she had jumped off the edge of the highest mountain and dove straight into an ocean. Nothing but air filled her lungs, her chest tightened, and behind her closed lids she saw stars. Sharp needles and pins shot through her nervous system. Her soul smiled. Her hot skin felt cool. 

She slowly was brought back to life as he left love bites on her shoulders, back, and all the down to the top of her ass. His teeth sank into the smooth flesh of her left chest, biting her tenderly and then leaving hot, sloppy wet kisses in its place. Christopher was greedy, intimately greedy when he had something worth possessing. Worth fucking, adoring, worshipping, etc. Someone that he just clicked with, without words needing to be involved. The peak of heaven he brought her to didn't stop when she adorned his dick with her sweet nectar. Time slowed down in that moment and all he focused on was her. Riding out that Tsunami wave with her was the only goal. His tall frame overlapped her petite one, Epiphany felt his warm, sweaty skin against her back. She couldn't help but hold on tight to the side of his thigh, digging her nails into his skin for stability from his thrusts."C-chris…Chris mm-papí I can't," she whined and whimpered. Beads of sweat dripping down the sides of her face caused her dark hair to cling to the sides of her face, neck, and breasts. 'This is it, I'm gonna die' was all Epiphany could think as she blabbed protests between her moans. The crown of his cock continuously rubbed against her most sensitive spot and the rest of his length rocked hungrily into her wetness at a frantic pace that made her heart race.

His open-mouthed kisses against the side of her face felt like fire; with his fingers tangled in her hair. Gripping at it by the root with a firm tug that caused her head to tilt back, “ Sí, You can take it,” Sound of smacking flesh and his balls bouncing off of her skin echoed amongst their shared groans and cries. Drilling into her at an unrelenting tempo, massaging the deepest spots of her walls a sensual yet sinister tempo caused Christopher's jaw to tightly clench and eyebrows to crease. Her dripping cunt was in a perfect sink with his throbbing cock until both of their bodies shuddered. "Coñyo!" they both loudly groaned as they reached their peak. Both of their hearts stopped for two seconds and their world halted. Like an LSD trip; the stresses, tensions, and annoyance of reality and all ordinary consciousness functions were demolished and nothing but a weightless ease took over. The miracle of the naked existence of the sacred ritual of sex that brings out the essence of serenity was shared between them at that moment. Epiphany was filled with his seed that felt like she was filled with the warmth of the sun. Neither of them could move an inch. Far too busy basking in the frequency that buzzed between their bodies.

Two things Epiphany was sure about after that. One, he had high-quality dope. And the second, he had a higher quality dick. A sugary, tropical fruity aroma filled the air of his bathroom. Premo-grade Mary Jane straight from Cameroon was passed between the two of them in a skull-shaped bong. The two were seated on the floor of his black-marble step-in shower. Epiphany had her head rested against his shoulder as warm water sprinkled down their bodies. The 'mist' setting of his shower head allowed a nice sprinkle without the heaviness of being drenched. "I'm gonna steal the skull, sorry in advance," She said. Earning a chuckle from Christopher.

"You know people usually don't say what they're gonna steal," He passed the bong her way.

"Mhmm, well…it's either this or that very pretty gold clock on the nightstand." Epiphany replied, which caused him to shake his head. That infectious smile of his made her swoon.

"Nah, need that for business." he dismissed.

"Oh?" she turned her head and faced him with a coy smirk, "What's a pencil-pushing businessman need with a gun? Gold plated at that." she teased. Christopher side-eyed her before the two shared a chuckle. He the. reached his hand over and grasped her jaw before his lips softly pressed against hers. Slowly, sensually, and carefully their lips moved against one another. Playfully, he then bit at her bottom lip before pulling away to rasp,

"To keep you in line."

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Manny thinks of you often. His days are full of club business and adhering to elementary school schedules, but his nights are full of you. The feel of your skin pressing against his as he makes you say his name in that sinful way of yours, how tight you grip him when you come on his cock. He jerks off in the shower fantasising about it.  

More than anything, he thinks of that breathless laugh of yours when he drew you to him that night in the Casino, the way the glow of the fireplace illuminated your skin as you dozed on his chest after the whiskey tasting.

When he receives that postcard from Thailand, he smiles to himself because he knows that you’re thinking about him too. You’ve written your phone number on the bottom and signed it with a kiss. He snaps a picture of it on his fridge before Whatsapping it to you with the words ‘Where to next?’

He receives a text later on in the evening with a picture of Tokyo Tower followed by several Japanses flag emojis. He checks the time difference on his phone, it’s your morning over in Thailand, you’ve just gotten up. He finally puts his phone down at midnight because he needs to be up early to take his daughter Melina to school.

Sweet dreams, you text him and that night he dreams of you in his bed, his fingertips ghosting over the tattoos that decorate your body.

It becomes the highlight of his day after spending time with Melina. Things with the club are complicated. Canche’s death has highlighted some discrepancies with their accounting, Downer’s still chasing down the missing money whilst Bishop is putting pressure on them to buy into the pipeline because Santo Padre are going completely legit.

On top of that there’s been a change of leadership in Stockton after Ramos orchestrated an attack on Nestor Oceteva and his girl. The ramifications of it have sent shockwaves through all the charters due to a change of bylaws by El Padrino. Manny’s lucky, his club are more tolerant and open minded compared to some of the others, his members have always treated their women with respect, it’s the other part some of them are having trouble with. Manny believes in tolerance; he welcomes the change.

Your communications are a reprieve from all of this. He thinks you must be able to sense he’s having a bad day because you video call him that night. It’s the first time the two of you have spoken face to face since you parted in Lake Tahoe. You’re in a hotel room in Japan, the sun shining in through the window when you appear on the screen. He finds the weight in his chest loosen just a little when he sees you.

“Hey.” He says softly.

You’re still as pretty as the day you left; he can tell you’ve just woken up. You have a mug of coffee cradled to your chest and your hair pulled back into a messy bun.

“You wanna talk about it?” You ask him. His lips purse together grimly because he can’t and that was always the point of contention between him and his ex. He could never discuss what happened with the club but she would see the fall out from it. He’d withdrawn from her, so he didn’t have to see the hurt in her eyes everytime he refused her.

“Club business.” He says, his voice rough.

Already he can see how this ends. His silence will be the thing that kills it, the same way it did his marriage. He wonders if it’s better to cut off contact completely because already he knows he’s falling in love with you. That it started in Lake Tahoe and now it’s playing out in the months that follow.

“Ok.” You say, leaning back against the headboard. “Tell me what you and Melina got up to instead.”

He’s surprised by the change of topic, but he welcomes it. He explains how excited she is about the science fair, that he has no idea where she got that enthusiasm from. The two of you discuss STEM programs, how the world needs more female pioneers. You make him promise to send you the video of her ‘Elephant’s Toothpaste’ experiment before you hang up. He goes to bed with a smile on his face and a lighter heart.

When the postcard from Japan arrives a few days later, his fingers trace over the writing as he studies the message you’ve written.

Twenty Third of February – Los Angeles x

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Her blood tasted like nothing he had ever had before, and his fangs bit deeper as he felt all her muscles relax against the pillow-cushioned headboard.

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"We have a problem."

"We? No, you have a problem."

"Oh no, we have a problem."

"And how does my cousin banging some stripper affect me?" Nick questioned with a chastising grin. 

Over the last month, Christopher and Epiphany had been more friendly in the public eye. It didn't take a genius to figure out they were seeing one another or at least messing around. Annie had yet to tell Beth about Epiphany's casual bragging about her and Christopher's sex life. Despite Beth being her older sister, Annie didn't want to be seen as a rat or lose someone she had considered a friend. She liked having Epiphany as a friend and didn't want her relationship spilling into her sisterhood. On the flip side, Beth took notice of just about everything Rio did. He wasn't one to be flashy or make a scene. His behavior over the course of the three years she'd known him was either consistent or spontaneous. Nowadays he'd drop by the club more often and never on the days when Epiphany wasn't working. Drop and pick-up days were whenever Epiphany worked. The two would share smiles at one another from across the room. He would stay to watch her perform solos on stage and then they'd share a drink at the bar. Or Beth would see him leave and then Epiphany would leave right after. If not that, it was the shared touches. His hand would pat her back on his way out or if he was close enough, Epiphany would kiss him on the cheek.

And Beth loathed it all.

Keeping your friends close and your enemies closer was something that Nick learned and lived by. After Beth had set him up to be locked up and he'd gotten her back 'where it hurts' things were back to 'normal'. Well, as normal as he and his brother wanted things to be. The blonde councilwoman at her beck and call, open to being bent in whichever direction they could push her in. The brothers were still playing the long game with her. Beth was the perfect spokesperson to appeal to rich, white, privileged investors in across states better than Nick could. And when things go to shit, Beth is set to have a hard time. Both Rio and Nick would be sure of it.

"It affects you because it affects me," she hissed, "I'm not close to him like that and I doubt you two are close after…last year's events." A teasing glint in her eye and a smug smirk laid across her thin lips as she saw Nick's smile slowly diminish. "Anyway," She started off with a higher pitched voice and chirpy tone, "Your cousin, brother, whatever is involved with the Japanese. I don't know what the details are but I want in. "

"You want a percentage of that deal." Nick clarified while he relaxed back in his office seat, "How do you know he's even in business with them?"

"He moved eight SUV trucks filled with Japanese yen through my strip club and my second dealership." She informed before shrugging her shoulders with a subtle hair flip, "We're partners, it's only fair that I'm cut in."

Nick looked at her with amusement in his eyes. He was amused but still impressed with how far she had come. She was more like him than she could ever admit, if not worse, "Right," he replied casually with a slight nod."I can't be involved, that'd be a conflict of interest-" 

He was quickly cut off by Beth, "How? This affects you because then we have nothing to pin on him with the feds!"

"It's personal. I don't know how close they are or how he feels about this chick. So either one of us removing her without motive causes unnecessary heat. You can't just kill her because he'd banging her," Nick replied with a raised voice and sharp tone. He didn't miss the way her eyes widened, or how she gulped and clenched her jaw. Her discomfort was loud without words needing to be said,  "You're gonna have to create a shadow. Set her up in some way, get photos, and then you get rid of her. That'll be your reason and he'll have to understand because it's just business. Take a page out of his book." he advised.

Beth quickly grabbed her designer tote bag and stood up, "Well thank you, councilman, I heard you loud and clear." and with her passive-aggressive statement she spun on her heel and strutted out of his office.

"Happy to help, Councilwoman!"Nick ridiculed behind her with a chuckle just before the door shut.

When she arrived at her home, Beth had done exactly like she was told but not without adding her own details. Beth had a four-bedroom, two-bathroom luxurious home in a more upscale area of the suburbs of Detroit. She lived in luxury now with her new position and she enjoyed the space that was solely hers. Seeing her children every other weekend was good enough for her, nowadays. Her old life felt like another world but she couldn't deny that she didn't miss it. She was powerful now. She was somebody who people either loved or feared. She felt invincible. "Annie, could you come down here for a second?!" 

"What's up?" the short-haired dirty blonde questioned a few minutes later. 

"Hey, do you think you could set up lunch between your little stripper friend and me?" Beth asked, " I'm thinking that Ruby and you need to be there as well."

"Yeah sure, but uh what for?" Annie replied as she raised her bushy eyebrows.

"Just lunch," her voice softened as her eyes lowered to a more 'saddened' look, "I have to talk to her about Rio. He's dangerous and I don't want her ending up like Lucy," she sighed with faux-sorrow.

"Or is it that you're jealous." Annie smirked and wiggled her brows. 

"Oh please, Annie," Beth rolled her eyes, " I am not jealous of some bimbo stripper hooking up with him. Believe me, she's keeping him out of my hair."

"Mhmm, whatever you say," Annie teased with a sing-a-song tone, "But yeah I'll set it up."

And she did just that. Annie had set up a lunch date the following weekend with Epiphany at Tony's diner. Saturday afternoon to be exact. Epiphany had gotten ready at Christopher's apartment. It'd become a routine for the pair to hook up in the middle of the day instead of grabbing lunch. Sometimes, a quick lunch date was after an hour of indulging in each other's bodies. As usual, Christopher had left first then thirty minutes later, Epiphany had left. 

She had gotten into an Uber and two of Christopher's henchmen weren't far behind. They tailed behind unbeknownst to her, all the way to the diner. As soon as she walked in and the suburban mothers spotted her, almost immediately judgment flashed across their eyes. Their eyes ranked her attire thaat consisted of; A short green-camo mini skirt with green sequin scattered across it,  a tight-fitted white cropped camisole that read 'AS IF' in big bold gold letters, a dark green jean bolero jacket, and knee–high heeled boots hugged her thighs.

"Oh hell no…"Ruby scoffed. 

"Geez, you can take the girl outta of the strip-club but can't take the club out of the girl,"Beth added.

"Wow…uh…that's a lot for lunch," Annie cringed and bit at her lip.

Epiphany raised her left eyebrow as she looked at the three women before her eyes narrowed in on Annie, "I thought you said we were having brunch. As just the two of us."She proceeds to take a seat in the booth seat across from the trio. Her arms soon folded under her ample breasts as an expression remained unmoved.

"I know and I'm sorry I didn't clarify there would be more than just the two of us but-" Annie was cut off by Epiphany in the midst of trying to apologize and explain herself.

"But, you wanted to ambush me." Epiphany stated in a matter-of-fact tone, straightening her shoulders back as she sat up straighter,

"We're not here to fire you," Ruby stated.

"No. Not at all!" Annie protested.

"Look, we're just here to talk to you," Beth sighed, "To warn you."

"Oh? About what? Is the club shutting down?" Epiphany questioned them, her eyes moving across the three women back and forth until they settled in on Beth.

"Look Epiphany, I know we haven't exactly seen eye to eye-" Beth attempted to reason but was cut off.

"We haven't?" Epiphany mocked with a higher pitch to her voice and a slight head tilt, "...Why would you think that?"

"Well we haven't had a full conversation over a cup of cof-" Beth giggled before she was cut off once again.

"And who's fault would that be? I've never thought we had beef. In fact," Epiphany licked across her bottom lip as her eyes swept up and down the Detroit council woman's face, "I don't think of you at all."

A look of bewilderment washed over the three women's faces. The nostrils of Beth's nose flared and her peach lipstick-covered lips curled. Before anyone could utter a word, the waitress came trotting over, "What will y'all be having?" she asked with an impatient tone.

"Well, all have Cobb salads." Beth ordered for everyone but Epiphany quickly jumped in after to switch her order, "I'll just take a black coffee."

"Look here, we're trying to warn you that you're getting involved with a very dangerous man." Beth hissed before rambling on, "You don't know the vile, horrible things he's done to people. Like our friend Lucy, he seduced her with his kindness only to kill her when she was no longer of use to him. And me, he's used sex and exploration to control my every move. It took me outsmarting him many times to get out of being murdered by him."

"And he kidnapped me!" Annie was quick to mention.

Epiphany's lips stretched at the sides into a tight smile before she started to laugh. her laugh came off as a subtle and serene giggle, "Who are you even talking about? Who is he?"

"Oh for the love god, the gang leader that's going to pound town on you!!" Ruby sighed in annoyance.

"Rio."

"Gangfriend!"

Annie and Beth both said different names at once. That was when Epiphany knew it was time to go. She had heard enough. "Sounds like you ladies have got whoever's fucking me mixed up with whatever you've got going on." She said as she stood up from her seat, "If the person you know is so horrible, why not get restraining orders? and dip out? Or I don't know…get rid of the person?" Epiphany suggested as she got out of the booth. She then proceeded to turn around and start heading out of the diner.

"Girls a lost cause." Ruby sighed.

" Good riddance." Beth scoffed.

"What do you think we should do now?' Annie asked as they watched Epiphany walk down the street from the window. 

"Plan B," Beth smirked before pulling out her phone.

Their words didn't fall on deaf ears. Epiphany thought of what they had said throughout her day on campus. She sat through her lecture in airplane mode. Denting her pen with bite marks she stared aimlessly out the fourth-floor window. These claims…these accusations…they sounded familiar. Eerily familiar. 

'Watch yourself'

'Cassius did a number on his last girl, Está locõ. Un Díablo.' 

'Do you even know what his family does to people? You don't wanna marry into that.'

The images of Cassius's brown skin covered in black and blue reddened flesh from fingernails that broke his skin. The screams and cries of men being burned alive, of it replayed in her mind. Or how the boys who spared her glance and shot her a smile at The Kitty Box ended up disappearing left & right.  'Was Chris similar? Or was he worse?' Epiphany wondered to herself throughout the day.  Why was it that she attracted dangerous men? And why did she find such jovial comfort in that? A sense of security and importance. After all, it's what she always dreamed of. She dreamed of having the life of women like Elvira Hancock, Carmela Soprano, and of course, Ginger McKenna. 

The remainder of her time in lectures blew by in the blink of an eye. Since she couldn't be bothered to pay attention in class, Epiphany decided to settle herself in a cafe on campus with a series of notes that she brought from one of her classmates.

"Hmph…I always thought you only looked best on your back but this is a slightly nicer view."

Cassius. Surely, Epiphany must've been hearing things. She didn't dare peel her eyes away from the notes that laid against the table. Her mouth grew dry. Then her palms grew sweaty. The underneath of her breasts began to moisten. Only hot air escaped her lips as she breathed outwards. He wasn't here. He couldn't be here. But he was here. In Detroit. In a cafe on the campus where she attended. And he sat right across from her. His sandy-brown-tanned hand reached over and laid upon hers. Epiphany let out a choked moan of pain, of agony. It felt as though he had burned her with a hot iron. His skin was always hot. Very hot as if he had a furnace built within his body. As she snatched her hand away, Epiphany's eyes finally settled on him. He looked exactly the same as the day she left him. Shiny bald head, Smooth, poreless brown skin, and a full, thick goatee that nearly covered his lips. He was dressed like a reaper, in all black from his leather parka-jacket to his Timberland boots.

"What the fuck are you doing here." Epiphany had finally gotten the courage to say, with her shoulders back and a sharpness to her tone, "Better yet, who told you I was here? My mother?" 

To this, Cassius scoffed, "A whore like that doesn't care for her child overnight, don't flatter yourself." He then folded his large hands together on the table. The diamonds within his chunky rings reflected off of the silverware on the table, "You called me."

"And why would I do that?" She questioned with a tilt of her head slightly to the side, her eyes nor her face gave away that she was shocked. Epiphany sat there with a stoic expression. Never would she have called him. She left Las Vegas behind and everyone in it for a reason. To be normal. As normal as a girl with a not-so-stellar past could be. But, she was only twenty-three and tried to remind herself that life was only just starting. Her childhood felt like adulthood but this era of her was her freedom. 

"Because you need me. You said it over the phone. You said what I already know. You can't live without me, you and I both know you can not function in a civilized world without being taken care of. Look at your job now, A whore on a pole." He tsked and shook his head. Cassius as always thought so low of women. Especially those who worked in the sex work or entertainment industry. Yet he and his family endorsed it all. They funded all if not the majority of the clubs in Dubai and Los Vegas. Or at least that's what he and her mother told her. 

And his words angered her. It made her blood boil and her skin crawl. Her teeth dug into the meaty flesh of her bottom lip as she stared across the table at him. Her mouth was no longer dry as she collected spit from the sides of her mouth before she hawked spit in his eye, "Hijo de puta! Even with all the money in the world, you're still a useless trick with nothing to offer but your money. You're lower than a whore."

Cassius's ears grew reddened as the corners of his jaw tightened in. His bushy brows started to narrow in as he got up at the same time she had. Only, he flipped over the cafe table causing a squad of campus security to bum rush into the spot. The man began cursing in Arabic as he lunged for her but Epiphany was quicker than him. She ran behind security and they tackled him to the floor. Her day had gone from annoying to bad. How did he find her? He said he had spoken to her and that she discussed needing him. These were the questions that plagued her mind as she was placed in the counselor's office alongside the police. She filled out various forms before the restraining order was put in. 

None of the day's events made sense. Beth, Annie, and their friend had no business 'warning' her about Christopher or as they called him, Rio. Rio had no knowledge of her and Epiphany wasn't important enough for his enemies to track down her ex to 'take her back'; Somehow, she felt like Beth was involved. Why, other than petty jealousy? Epiphany had no clue. It all overwhelmed her. The web of backstabbing, sex, personal gain, and who knew what else. Everything that transpired within the last three hours had caused Epiphany to form a severe headache along with body pain. Stress started to take a toll on her body. And after questioning and fillings were done, she was driven to her apartment and taken upstairs by police.

The moment that she got inside, she flopped herself across the couch; and let her mind go numb.

The scent of sewer water, shit, along with the feeling of a warm hand against her cheek had awoken Epiphany from her deep slumber. Her groggy eyes slowly opened and as her vision became clear, Christopher stood in front of her. She was seated on a wonky metal chair in an underground area that looked like a sewer storage locker. Epiphany, winced at the sight of her new setting and instantly latched her hands onto his forearms and stood up on her feet, "Chris? Chris what's going on?" she whimpered in fear.

His usually big brown eyes were dark. And the subtle smirk on his lips made her grow weary with fear. This was the first time she felt truly intimidated by him. His stature; The way he towered over her five foot two frame with his six foot one. Tears started to form at the corners of her eyes as her chest began to rise and fall quickly, "P-please..please don't hurt me." she begged. Not him. Anyone but him. He was the only aspect of her life that made her feel alive. His gentleness, The romance he brought to her life in such a short amount of time was overwhelming and she feared that ending more than her own death.

"Shh, relax. I'm not gonna hurt you, baby," his tone was mellow as he raised his left hand and laid it against the sides of her face. Christopher dipped his head down, his narrow nose brushing along her button one. His fingers gently caressed the side of her chubby cheek and side of her jaw, "But you tryna hurt me." his once gentle tone darkened, lowering to a baritone octave that sent chills down her spin. Before Epiphany could protest, she felt the coolness of metal riding up the middle of her breasts. His signature golden Glock kissed her bare skin, firmly pressed to the side of her temple. This caused a sequel to escape her lips and before she could utter any type of rebuttal, he hushed her with his lips placed on hers. The kiss was gentle, sweet, and slow. His right arm wrapped around her waist.

Epiphany didn't know whether to grasp him closer or fight him off. But what she could feel was his heart pounding like a punch against hers.

It all felt so surreal. Like a nightmare and wet dream all at once. Gentleness mixed in with the threat of violence. All she could feel was fear and confusion. Epiphany's body trembled against his. And she knew he felt. He had to have felt her. Her fear, her anxiety, her heart.

"Why do I got the feeling that…you're gonna be the bullet that puts a hole in my head, hm?" he hummed against her mouth with the slickness of a snake. He moved the barrel of the gun from her temple to his when he mentioned 'hole in my head' before laying back to her temple. Her tears sprinkled onto his cheek, "Did you get enough info on me to run it back to those bitches?"

"Wha-? You think I'm Beth's rat?"

Her pushing up into a frowning pout as she looked directly into his eyes. Her eyes of uncertainty changed to a look of disbelief, "Why?"

"I could ask you the same thing. That little lunch date looked real interesting,". Christopher hissed and with each movement his lips made, she could feel the brush against her mouth.

"Oh, Rio it was." she rolled her r's when she seethed his name, "Annie set me up with Beth to warn me about you."

He stood still and the menacing look he once possessed of narrowed eyes, a tightly clenched jaw, and striking eye contact had slowly begun to relax. The crease between his brows slowly smoothed out. His eyes flicked back and forth between looking at her and looking above her head. Christopher was debating. Not only with her but with himself. "And what did she say?" She, Beth. He didn't care for what the other two stiffs spoke about because it usually was a rehearsal of what she said.

"The short version? You're a fucking serial killer who uses sex and manipulation to exploit and get what you want, the long version? a lot of secrets were spilled out in the open." Epiphany replied, she spoke through her nose with a slight whisper to her voice.

An ounce of a smirk peeled on the right corner of his lips as he rolled the gun along the side of her neck. He didn't confirm or deny but he coyly asked, "What you think about that mama?"

"I'm thinking what the fuck does that have to do with me and you and why you have a gun to my head?!" she cried out, anger laced in her outburst. Her hands shook at her sides as she didn't push him away due to the gun. The fear of it going off in her face or throat was far greater than her anger. "I'm not involved!" she protested.

"Oh no, see you've been involved sweetheart." Christopher argued, "It's just a matter of whose side you're on."

Fool him once, shame on them. Fool him twice, shame on him….there wouldn't be a third time. Christopher was no fool and the moment the Boland woman walked into his life was when he realized he'd gotten a big…soft. And Epiphany just seemed eerily close to business for his liking. He needed undying loyalty, control, and if she was truly for him then he needed her in line. Love could come later…after sacrifice.

"Unless…" Christopher began to chuckle but the sound wasn't from happiness, "Unless you don't wanna be involved then you can leave right now." he took a few steps away from her and aimed the gun at the dark, wet hallway to the left.

Epiphany's eyebrows knitted together as she looked up at him in confusion. His play on words and attitude switch was causing gears to twist and bend in her mind. They spent every day together. If not day then night. Leave where?

Blinking rapidly as she stood there. She didn't move. She only stared at him. "What do you mean? " she questioned before licking at her lips, "Wi-...will I see you later?" uncertainty in her voice. And his smile made her stomach twist and turn, "You do mean I don't have to be involved with the club right or with whatever shit you've got going on with those women…right?"

She needed clarification and he gave her none of that. "Nah darlin, I'm afraid this is the end of line for us. You're off the hook." He dismissed her casually. His tone is deep and delicate. It was almost like a goodbye kiss. But he never moved, his eyes still settled in on her like a lion waiting to be challenged. Which let Epiphany know he wasn't done.

"No."

"No?" He challenged with a slight head tilt as his eyes looked her over.

Despie how fearful, how anxious she felt, Epiphany still chose to stand her ground and challenge him, "The moment I turn around you'll put a bullet to my head. Because you don't believe I'm not involved con esa perra concejal" (with that bitch councilwoman)

Sassily, she crossed her arms against her chest and cocked her hip slightly to the side as she stared at him. "Even if you don't kill me-"

"How bout you kill for me?" He proposed.

Epiphany's eyes widened as Christopher stalked towards her. "Come on champ." His hand latched to the back of her neck, forcefully making her walk in front of him down the dark tunnel. She followed him with stumbling feet and squinted her eyes in an attempt to see where they were going.

And then Christopher began to whistle and a light turned on in one of the rooms. Epiphany was led into that room and came face to face with Cassius. He'd been hung upside down with his hands and feet taped up. His left eye was swollen shut, shaded in dark plum purple and blue. His right eye was completely gorged out, by the looks of it…he'd been burned. "Actually, I shouldn't have said to kill for me. It's for you, a gift." he chuckled, "I thought the unmarked SUV was the fed tailing you but turns out it's this sorry looking Hijo de puta."

Epiphany cried as she looked at her ex-lover in horror. Sure, he was fucking vile. And everyone eventually would die. But, she couldn't take a life. "Chris, no. Please no, I can't." She weeped.

Christopher tilted his head back and inhaled deeply before he slowly straightened up and eyed her, "You will." he swiveled the gun around his finger and then offered it towards her. "He's your problem and you gotta get rid of em'. "

"You think he's gonna let you go? A girl like you…" his eyes trailed her body from top to bottom in admiration with a sinister smirk, "Ain't easy to let go."

"Someone will come looking for him!" She protested, "He's well connected in Vegas, his parents own everything."

"He ain't shit but a bootleg con artist. A janky ass car salesman at best." Christopher revealed with a dismissive tone. He then grasped her jaw in his hand with a gentle touch. Once Epiphany looked in his eyes, he leaned his head down and whispered "Do it. You don't gotta worry bout nothing else, I'll handle it. I take care of what's mine." His tone was reassuring.

"And I'm yours?" She sniffled with a flustered, wet face.

"Only if you wanna be." He rasped as he laid the gun firmly in her hand.

Breathing in deeply, She held it with two hands. Christopher switched from being beside her to standing behind her. His hands laid over hers as he steadied her arms up. His feet nudged her legs open and pushed one of her feet forward.

"Come on mamitá, show me how much you want this." She could feel his warm breath in her ear, a gentle caress of his nose nudging at the side of her earlobe. "Make me proud."

Her head hurts so bad, her chest aches as the vile metallic taste jumbles up in the back of her mouth. Christopher, Rio was all that they said he was but worse. But, she wanted him. She wanted him to stay. She wanted him to keep making her feel seen, wanted, cared for, and maybe even loved. Cassius was right. She couldn't function in a world without being taken care of. Not because she lacked the skill set or had any type of disability holding her back. No, it was because she didn't want to. Her hands gripped the base of the gun. Its heavyweight in her small hands felt as though she was holding someone's heart in her hands. And in a way she was. She was holding someone's lifeline.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

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Set in season four of Good Girls; Epiphany Martinez is a freshman in college, heavily into the party scene. she lives her life on the edge with Molly under her tongue. when her co-worker, Annie puts her onto a new dealer attraction arises and the lines between business & pleasure blur.

🚫 Drug usage + smut + violence + age gap relationship

▋ O C; Epiphany Martinez ▋

Chapter List ╰┈➤☄

[ Prologue ]

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Six

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Epilogue

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Epiphany wondered if other women ever experienced the heartbeat-like throbbing against their pearl and the quivering, almost pins and needles feeling down the slit of the lips whenever a (painfully) alluring man was around. She couldn't help but feel so…slutty. Her shimmery g-string clung to her dripping wet cunt as she squeezed her thighs together. Rio's voice was the liquidation of sex. No doubt she could get off on solely his voice, "What's a girl like you doin' with a trainwreck like ole girl?" the words poured from his lips like smooth whiskey,

"What are you doing with Booby-Betty Crocker? " She challenged him with a sultry grin, "Is that some type of humiliation, corruption kink?" His robust laughter was contagious. It caused giggles to escape her lips as she grinned. The midnight wind blew through her hair as he drove down the streets of Chicago.

"Yeah, something like that," Rio smirked as his dark eyes glanced her way. Ranking across her face and down to her breast.

"Well…" Her shea-butter brown eyes trailed from his neck tattoo to his lips, "I don't let me get in trouble with the boss."

"You already are, Honey"

Epiphany was no stranger to the Marriott hotel. It always was a cushiony place that worked for when she needed to service some middle-aged sap for some quick cash. This time was slightly different. She wasn't meeting some John but hooking up for the sole purpose of fulfilling lust. The pair stood beside one another in the hotel's crowded elevator. Rio slightly angled a few inches behind her. His hand laid against the middle of her lower back, causing a tingly sensation to slither down her spine to between her legs. Inhaling his cologne, a slight smile fell on her lips. His scent was comforting in the most fascinating way. Epiphany anticipated how his skin would feel against hers. The transition from the elevator to the hotel room felt like a blur. Honestly, it was.

Everything felt so miniscule when her lips hungrily indulged in his. His lips moved deeply against hers. Rio's large yet steady hands grasped firmly to the back of her neck and head. He didn't do 'kissing' but she was far too pretty not to kiss. His large hands embraced her full breasts with a firm squeeze that caused her nipples to harden.

His cool, calm, and calculated demeanor made her feel so frantic and feral; so much so that she could barely hold herself back from yanking the black button-down shirt off his almond-shaded skin. Epiphany felt like a lion's prey the moment his arms clasped around her body, One arm wrapped around her shoulders; which he used to push her closer to his body until they were chest to breast. His opposite arm wrapped around her waist with a hand laid across her ass. His lips pressed against hers firmly as they ravished each other's mouths. Tongued plunging further into one another's mouths, colliding and licking against each other wildly. The silky fabric she wore around her hips to cover her soaked mound was ripped from her and his long, lanky fingers plunged into her. Shallow moans escaped her mouth that grew into whiny whimpers between her shaky breaths. The warmth of his mouth rose pebble-like goosebumps to her skin as he kissed and licked against her neck, all the way down to her collarbone. Epiphany could hear him inhale her pheromones as she felt his nose pressed against the corner of her throat. He drummed his fingers into her pussy. Deep, slow, scissoring motions with the pads of his fingers rubbing against her soaked lining caused Epiphany's hips to buckle against his hand, "o-ooh1 uuhh" Her hands grasped at his shoulders as their tongues met.

She could taste the burn of bourbon off of his mouth as the saliva from his tongue dripped into her mouth. Ravenously, his lips overlapped hers as his large hands grasped hold of the back of her thighs. His arms cradled her closer tugging her lower half off the bed as his tongue plunged down her throat, Rio abruptly rammed into her with one plunging thrust. With such force that Epiphany's whole body trembled. Her thighs latched against his waist with a 'slap'. The tips of her nails dug into the blades of her shoulders as a muffled moan escaped her mouth. whew, His long length was as thick and quite fat. He wasn't anything like Epiphany expected. No, he was so much better than that. Stuffing her fully with thunderous thrusts that were anything but sweet. Deep and rapid she felt the force of them in the small creases of her hips and the bottom pit of her stomach.

" Ahh! O.. Oh!! ¡Dios mío!" she cried out against Rio's mouth. Their saliva slipped off the side of her now pouty lips. The fatty curved tip of his dick stroked against her g spot deep in the odyssey of her pool of moisture. Hot tears started to trickle down her face as her mind grew fuzzy. She couldn't think, only feel. She only sank further into the addictive pleasure that burned within their bodies.

The heavy weight of his bulge pressed heavily against her core as their bodies sank into the depth of the mattress. His hand grasped at the base of her throat as he darkly chuckled against the side of her mouth, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses behind his shallow breaths. "aw mamacita lo estás haciendo muy bien por mí" He praised into her ear like a secret only they shared. Her legs trembled violently as she grew sweaty, and flushed with desire. Feeling fully exposed. There was no prep for being this close. Like exposure therapy, she was thrown into this and desperately wanted more. He paid attention to every detail of her body. Biting at her nipples, licking and sucking along both her breast and neck. Squeezing at the sides of her ass as he pierced ravenously into her soaked, slippery center.

Rio was swallowed by her warmth and she was stuffed with his girth. Her hands clasped to the back of his shoulders with an iron grip as her meaty thighs were spread wide. His palms laid flat against her inner thighs as he mounted her. His pulsating cock stroked tenderly within her at an animalistic pace that caused heat to pool within the pit of her stomach. Hunger, Lust, and her arousal coated his length like strawberries dipped in chocolate. The painful pleasure he brought onto her was addictive. Like a hot blade running along bare skin. Epiphany came so hard that her nude, sweat-glistened body jolted up against his. The mouth of her arousal ached as his thrusts only increased in intensity. Bruises formed against her hips as his nails and fingertips dug into her soft flesh.

With one swift and sharp plunge, Rio rammed every inch of his thick-cut right-inch cock inside her. Filling her up whole. Epiphany let out a thunderous wail. " ℱ𝓊𝒸𝓀! "

She felt as though the wind had been knocked out of her. Her body felt electrified with pins and needles as if she'd been thrown into ice-cold water. his hips began to speed up in movement and force. Ravishing her dripping wet punani viciously with a ball's deep thrust. That caused tears to spill from her eyes as her hips snapped upwards and her back bent. " Mmff! Unnf." she cried out. Her hands smacked against the tatted sides of his forearms as her nails clawed against them.

He grabbed her left leg lifting it so her foot was by his head. A tight grip to her neck as he leaned against her thigh making it so she was stretching out as he pressed weight against her. His pelvis crashed forward at a Vicious pace as the curved tip of cock drilled into her sweet spot. Jackhammering into her pussy caused sweat droplets to form against his skin. His dark eyes drank in the way her large breasts bounced wildly. her thighs and curves jiggled due to the harsh impact.

Epiphany's lips trembled as her whole body shook. An out-of-body experience had taken over her and it became overwhelming. Her words are incoherent and nothing but gibberish. The tight knots that were deep in her womb were broken. her core feeling shattered as she came messily. Spilling down his balls and inner thighs like a leaky faucet. Her whole face turned hot. Her hair stuck to her neck and back. The pressure applied to her neck was added and as soon as her lips parted, his long digits were stuffed into her mouth. His right hand grasped a fistful of her hair as he tugged at it. Her head snapped back as her teary eyes looked into his obsidian ones.

Rio viciously bottomed out every time before he’d pull back. “coño.” he cursed, his grunts were low and came up from his throat. they sounded animalistic yet hot. She felt so good if made him feel possessive. Her moans and muffled whines grew louder the moment his hand moved from her neck to her clit. Pinching and smacking at the bundle of nerves that made her squirt against his palm.

Epiphany began to convulse with overstimulation as both of her legs were lifted and pinned against the headboard, "Please!" she begged. It all felt like too much. Too good. Her heartbeat pounded against her chest almost matching his animalistic thrusts. She swore she was being fucked to death. If she died this way…then well..she'd die happily. But he never did. His pelvis rotated up as he mounted her. Violently rutting into her continuously. His balls bounced off the thickness of her plump ass. His hands slipped down her legs before greedily groping onto her ass.

The gangster's eyes nearly rolled back as he hollowed out groans of pleasure. Truly in a state of pussy drunken bliss. His fingers tugged her pussy lips apart enough to fondle and rub his thumbs along them as he pulled out of her warm center. Shamelessly painting thighs with his cum as he sucked harder against her breast.

It was safe to say that Epiphany thought about him and night of sinful pleasure for the next two weeks. She still could smell his cologne. His touch was embedded into her skin. The ticklish pecks of his facial hair she could still feel against her neck. Not just the night but the following mid-morning. He was very smooth, sweet, and polite. They had spent an hour together after their separate showers. Eggs, bacon, pancakes, and coffee were what they both ordered. The meal they shared was accompanied by casual conversation with light flirting and silly jokes. Everything was light-hearted and he was sweet enough to book her an Uber with a kiss on the cheek before their farewell. Time moved fast after that. She didn't see him at the strip club which was a bummer and the university was kicking her ass. Epiphany didn't forget him but life just moved on.

On a Wednesday afternoon, The dancer sighs to herself in aggravation as she reads over her manipulation and persuasion textbook. She was drowning in notes and her eyes were dry with soreness from overanalyzing everything. Her phone dinged at the perfect time causing her to pipe up and check her texts. "Hey chica, we need some sugar for Topper's rager.' that one had been from one of her dance class friends and another message came from Annie asking to meet up at Regina's diner. 'Got u' she texted first before agreeing to meet up with Annie.

Epiphany then proceeded to change out of her fluffy cheetah print pjs and put on the quickest fashion ensemble she could find. Which was a green-apple-colored Juicy Couture tracksuit and black fur-trimmed kitten heel sandals. She only had the strength to pull her messy curls into a sleek high ponytail. Oversized Chanel shades covered her tired eyes as Epiphany left her apartment. During the Uber ride to the diner, she popped three edible gummies into her mouth. Her phone buzzed as she chewed slowly.

'Rainforest Cafe. Friday midnight, u down?'

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Or in this case, think of him. The back of her neck grew hot just like the sides of her face. 'See you there.' she texted in response just as she reached her destination. Epiphany skipped happily into the diner with a smile across her face. Her smile began to dim down as she noticed at the booth with her head down.

"What's up with you?" Epiphany immediately questioned with a raised brow as she slipped into the seat across from the younger Boland sister. A frown slowly formed across her face as she watched Annie wipe her tears away.

"Oh, you know just, baby whales dying." Annie joked before shaking her head, "It's just…Sadie's mostly at his father's house again and Beth well…she's been busy since she became councilwoman between that and gang friend. It's been rough since I got out of jail. Lonely, mostly."

Before Epiphany could utter a word the waitress had come and asked for their orders. Both women decided on curly-fried and sunny-side eggs. Epiphany then turned back to her friend. "That sucks. I'm sorry about that. What happened to your EMT job offer?" Based on the look of dread on Annie's face; the question was answered without words. "Well fuck that do something else. You're funny, do some comedy shit at nightclubs. Maybe do something working with old people. I don't know, use your weird ass wits to bring someone some joy." Epiphany suggested.

"Gee, thanks." Annie smiled before excitement flashed across her eyes, "I used to have this friend named Marion. She was the sweetest old lady and I considered her to be my nana. We were close up until she passed. Maybe I could get into that again."

"Yeah. Honestly just live your life doing whatever the fuck you want. And when you get lonely, put on some skin-tight jeans and find un papi chulo para besar. " Epiphany's dialectic switch made Annie laugh and high-five her.

The women spend their afternoon eating and cracking jokes and midway into their meal, Rio came up in the conversation. "Opening night…did you and your gang friend hook up?" Annie asked.

Epiphany chewed on her eggs with a closed mouth and a smirk swept across her lips. Annie gasped dramatically with wide eyes. "Holy fucking shit. I thought you were bluffing."

The Latina snorted and shook her head, "Not even in my wildest dreams would I bluff about wanting to get railed by a man like that." Epiphany then snapped her manicured nails and pointed at Annie, "And don't go spreading it to your sister, yeah? Whatever she and he got going on isn't any of my business and whatever I do with him isn't her business."

Annie sighed but nodded "I get it. I had an affair once too…It's just that they're together and work together. We all kinda work together but I think they're like officials this time." Annie personally didn't get or understand the full extent of her sister and gang friend's relationship. Beth never gossiped about it now that the kids and dean were gone. Also, sometimes there was beef and then there wasn't. and Annie ended up being caught in the middle every time.

The thought of the rotted mayo-looking councilwoman and Rio just left a bad aftertaste in Epiphany's mouth. "Apples to Oranges babes. Don't think too much into it or get too caught up in it." she shrugged. And with that, she paid half of their tab before heading to do some shopping. Epiphany most definitely needed new outfit choices for Friday.

[theesirenteller]

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫

【Description】

Set in season four of Good Girls; Epiphany Martinez is a freshman in college, heavily into the party scene. she lives her life on the edge with Molly under her tongue. when her co-worker, Annie puts her onto a new dealer attraction blooms, and the lines between business & pleasure blur.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 ♦ 𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓞𝓯 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝔂 ♦ Masterlist

"Mierda" Epiphany groaned as she pulled her face back from the drool-drenched pillow. The blaring of her alarm stopped as she crashed her fist against it. 3 p.m. it read. "Fuck!" she quickly shot out of her mountain of covers and rushed to the bathroom. The process of freshening up and getting herself decent for auditions felt like a blur. She hadn't even gotten a proper breakfast; just stale nachos and salsa. One minute she was in her shared bathroom and the next she was rushing into Sweet P's gentlemen's club which was located eight blocks from her apartment.

"Well if it isn't my fave party animal, my main squeeze." Annie Boland greeted as she approached the hungover college student, "You look like shit, dude." 

"Oh I feel like shit too, trust me." Epiphany replied after she caught her breath. "Sorry I'm lat-"

"Auditions are over." 

Epiphany was cut off by an uppity voice that she wasn't familiar with. Which caused her to turn her attention towards it. The college freshmen came face to face with a heavy busted red-haired woman who looked to be in her mid-forties. Her aesthetic screamed Stepford wife. Maybe it was her cardigan or her layered sidebang hairstyle. whatever it was, she just screamed suburbia.

"Aw Beth come on, let her audition," Annie replied with a groan.

"No." Beth said quickly before looking at Epiphany up and down, "Sorry, we've already picked our set of girls."

Epiphany scoffed with a roll of her eyes before she snickered "Oh you mean Gene's ol girls? Good luck with that." Her attention shifted over to Annie once again, "See you around Annie." and with that turned on her heel.

"And you think you can do better, kid?" How old are you? another voice called out causing epiphany to look over her shoulder.

"She's from Vegas, of course, She can do better, Ruby!" Annie vouched. 

She hadn't known Epiphany very long, only two months to be exact but Annie had made great friends with the college student. The two clicked instantly after meeting and chit-chatting at the mini-mart. The two bonded over liking balsamic vinegar and onions over their french fries.  

The hefty-set umber-skinned woman sighed before she turned her attention to the strawberry blonde, "Let her audition Beth. The more women that can bring in profits the better." 

Beth pursed her lips as she sucked in a scowl. She looked between Ruby and Annie for a few moments before shifting her attention over to Epiphany. "How old are you?" 

A look of amusement flashed across Epiphany's face as she watched the women in front of her, "I'm twenty-two." she replied before asking, "Have any of you got any dancing experience? Ever worked in show business or the strip club before."

"No, of course not!" Beth snapped, "What does that have to do with anything?" she proceeded to ask.

Epiphany took a few steps forward as she shrugged her shoulders," It means you aren't qualified to be hosting auditions. And I doubt you even enjoy going to strip clubs to watch the performances."

"I have," Annie spoke up with a grin as she raised her hand. "Have you guys ever seen a pair of boobies covered in glitter bounce? looks like two light bulbs from heaven." 

Epiphany eyed Annie and shook her head as she bit back laughter. " A glorious sight ain't it?" she goofed. her expression turned serious as she then turned her attention back towards Annie's busty sister. "How about I just perform opening night and if you magically don't like it, I'll leave." she propositioned.

"That's not a bad idea Beth. I'm tired and need to get home and start on dinner." Ruby spoke up. The mother of two already had a bias towards strip clubs and sitting in one for the last two hours made her skin crawl.

Beth's lips formed into a straight line as she scrunched her nose and closed her eyes. Her fists balled up at her sides as she rumbled out an exaggerated groan. "Fine!", the moment she opened her eyes and shot Epiphany a slight glare. "Be there an hour before and not a minute later." The college student paid the strawberry-haired woman no mind and instead smiled when Annie cheered and clapped. "Woohoo! Yes!" Annie cheered before high-fiving Epiphany with both hands. 'We're totally gonna celebrate after…I say Chick-fil-A"

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Opening night came quicker than Beth and the girls would've hoped. Beth had been betting on Rio not showing up but unfortunately for her…he did. He and Mick had arrived just a few moments after the club got packed with eager men who were ready to spend their money. The mother of two did her best to ignore him as she sipped on her strawberry margarita. Her shoulders relaxed as the vodka settled her down. Friskily she adjusted her the cleavage of her v-neck blouse lower than its proper fit before her green eyes settled over to where he sat. Her breath hitched when their eyes met. He had been already looking at her when she turned to look at him. Rio was the type of man to cause shivers to run across her skin. Her palms grew sweaty and the valley between her thighs grew even more moist. She couldn't help but shift in her seat.

Meanwhile, Epiphany had arrived late with rollers in her hair while dressed in a fluffy pink 'Playboy Bunny' robe as she rushed into the club through the back door. Speed walking to the locker room, her fuschia-pink kitten heels clicked loudly behind her. Bags under her eyes from cramming in back-to-back study sessions after a long night to early morning house party hopping. The girl was beaten but that was nothing that her favorite concealer couldn't fix. Once she'd removed her robe and carried her Prada cosmetic bag to the lined vanity in the dressing room; Epiphany worked quickly in the mirror to apply shimmery fuschia and gold eyeshadow.. She then sprayed her thick thighs and perky breasts with glittery golden bronzer. A bubbly voice quickly caught her attention causing Epiphany to look up into the mirror. A topless brunette smiled widely at her. "Hey, what's up?" Epiphany greeted her.

"Hi! I'm Krystal." She grinned, "You must be the new girl Annie's been talking about. Definitely Gorg, you're totally giving Selma Hayak vibes from that vamp movie. Beth didn't think you'd show. She and Annie wouldn't stop fussing over it, total bummer."

The woman was an endless chatterbox and Epiphany wasn't able to get a word in. So, instead, she focused on undoing her rollerset and teasing out her curls until she achieved her desired look. As she switched her kitten heels for stilettos the beat of her introductory song started to play and Epiphany sashayed her way onto the stage. The place was packed with men. 

Their lust-filled eyes fueled her ego. The coke-bottle-shaped Latina swayed her hips and arched her back to wiggle her ass to the crowd. With a swift motion Epiphany wrapped her right leg around the pole as she grabbed onto her breasts. She swirled down along the pole as if she were licking along a lollipop. and as the beat of the music sped up her negligee tugged off. The roaring of the crowd and the rain of money arose as she fondled her breasts and rocked her hips against the pole. Her bra dropped the moment the beat did. Epiphany worked her body around the pole like a snake. Slow and sultry. Her plump ass in the air generously jiggled towards the crowd like jelly freshly spread on toast. The hibiscus scent of her hair flowed throughout the air as she flipped her bombshell curls around.

"Jesus, she's pretty vulgar huh?" Beth grimaces to Annie and Ruby.

'Dude she's hot." Annie sighed with dreamy eyes.

When Epiphany flipped her head back and eyed the crowd she was met with dark brown eyes. To put it plainly, The man seated at the back table was devilishly handsome. She could feel his eyes on her. Fuck he was hot. His type of hot stood out in any crowd. A heavy hitter. Epiphany wasn't like most girls growing up who fawned over pop stars and Disney stars. No. She yearned for men like Tony Montana. Her life changed the day she saw Scarface at the tender age of twelve. Men with power, drugs, and the promise of a diamond-studded lifestyle were what fueled her. She yearned to spread her legs like butterfly wings for him.

Curving the corner of her lips, Epiphany sent him a sultry smirk. Swirling around the pole she stood on her right leg as she slowly rose her right in the air. Empathizing the curve of her hips she buckled forward with her hand gliding down her sweaty, glitter-glistening skin. Her gaze locked into his as she slipped her hand into her shimmery lavender g-string. A teasing peak at her waxed kitty kat as she rolled and shook her hips. The way the eagle-neck-tatted gangster bit his lip as he watched her made her pussy wet as she toyed with her strings. She yearned to spread her butterfly wings for him.

Epiphany had blown him a kiss directly before twirling off stage as their eyes met once more. His cocky grin made her heart flutter with glee. "Omg that was fucking awesome girl!" Krystal squealed as soon as Epiphany had gotten into the dressing room. "Can you show me how to do that butt jiggle thingy you do? Looks wild." 

Snickering, Epiphany nodded as she went to retrieve a water bottle from the mini fridge,"Yeah sure". she replied breathlessly before quenching her thirst. The two women exchanged numbers before they'd gone back to occupying themselves. Epiphany freshened up in the bathroom with her feminine products before she had changed into a mini wine-red babydoll dress. 

She reapplied her lip gloss as she made her way outside to the bar. The dancer barely made it to one of the stools before being engulfed into a tight hug by Annie,``Dude that was epic! you gotta show me some of the moves to work on Kevin." The youngest boland sibling took a seat on the bar stools beside Epiphany.

"Ew Annie, not the homeless dude."Epiphany grimaced, "Maybe we can teach him those moves so he can get on the pole and earn some cash."

"You know that'd actually be pretty hot?" Annie agreed with a laugh before she ordered a beer.

Her eyes skimmed around the crowded area until her attention narrowed in on the handsome gangster conversing with Beth. Fires of desire flamed her eyes, matching the fire in between her thighs, "Who's that?" she asked with a soft nudge to Annie's shoulder. Beth's sister followed Epiphany's gaze, her nose slightly scrunching. 

"Oh that's Rio." Annie proceeds to take a sip of her beer, "Or as i say gang friend. Well…my gang  friend. Beth's kinda dating him now,,.unofficially."

"Yeah right." Epiphany snickered before taking a sip from her Corona, "She's way out his league." her chocolate brown eyes ranked his slim frame. He looked so delicious in black. She  wanted to just run her tongue across his neck tattoo.

"Hey. What happened to feminism? dude? Us girls have to stitch together." Annie frowned, "That isn't nice, Beth's a total milf."

Epiphany let out a melodic sinister laugh as she flipped her curls over her shoulder, "Feminism is a fucking joke Annie, No offense to your sister. But no one hates women more than other women. It's like in our DNA to be territorial and competitive." she took another sip of her beer before proceeding,"He's simply too divine for me not to indulge in." sighing dreamily she looked at Rio once more.

Annie kept quiet at first before her eyes widened, "You're gonna seriously get at him?"

"And swallow him whole." Epiphany winked before slipping out of her seat.

Making her way through the crowd she could feel eyes on her as she briefly passed by both RIo and Beth. The sound of the music and chit chatter died down as she walked down the hall that led to the dressing rooms. Her clicky footsteps were masked by heavy footsteps.

"Hey superstar…that was some performance." His voice was smokey despite his arrogantly teasing tone. Deep, aged like fine whiskey. His touch was warm despite his fingers only brushing at her wrist. Which caused her to turn around to face him. The two eyed one another like two lions who'd caught their prey. Under the blue lights the mutual feeling of raw-primal desire made the air grow thick. Hotter. 

"Well I had a captivating audience to motivate me." Epiphany replied as she looked up at him. Breathing in his scent as he got closer; she couldn't but breathe him in. He smelt of a deep and rich musky aroma like cuban tobacco yet also sweet. Like vanilla. A milky vanilla similar to that was soft and comforting. Similar to the scent of coconut milk put through a milk frother

"Oh yeah I bet you did." he let out a rasped chuckle as his eyes flickered from her eyes down to her body. "What's your name?"

"Epiphany."

"Your mama gave you a beautiful name, Epiphany." The way her name rolled off his tongue like smooth butter made her want to come undone.

"Not much else." The light in her eyes dimmed for a split second before she smiled at him, "What's yours? Bet I could guess."

"Be my guest." he nodded.

"Rio." His name sensually purred off her lips.

"I see you've been asking about me then." Rio let out a deeply rumbling laugh as he edged closer to her. Her chest pressed against a few inches above his waist.

"Nah I'm just psychic." Epiphany teased.

The two shared a chuckle before he licked his blush-pink lips. "So, you need a ride?"

"On top of you or in your car?" Her challenging yet teasing banter caused Rio's left brow to rise. And nothing was more alluring than his laughter she was convinced.

"Both."

No other words were uttered nor needed to be said after that. Ephipany allowed herself to be whisked away by him. The pair left the back entrance and got into his Benz truck. A night of their bodies saying everything words weren't good enough to say was in store.

♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩♡𓆪☆♡𓆪𓆩♡⊹˚.♡

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[theesirenteller]

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫

Chapter Six ; 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆 | Masterlist

Epiphany could feel her heart beating rapidly against the base of her eardrums. She almost felt deaf. Her stomach rattled as the bullets shot through Cassius's head. The bullets scattered into his skull and split his flesh open. His blood splattered onto the floor as if he were a pig that had freshly been slaughtered. And when the unpleasant linger of ammonia swept away from her nostrils…she felt nothing. The anxiousness she once felt not even seconds ago had disappeared.

Everyone had to die at some point. Cassius surely had it coming given the amount of times he knocked on death's door with his actions. Epiphany never expected she'd be the one to deliver. The blood he spilled throughout the streets of Los Vegas for fun or for collecting his debts. Or the times when the slaps she laid across his face were met with brutal punches to her face and kicks to her side. But did that dignify his death? Epiphany couldn't be sure. Whatever they had gone through she had chucked it up to 'relationship ups and downs'.

And she had been too into her head to notice Rio visibly relax his tense shoulders. She had chosen him. She had initiated her loyalty and devotion to him. He placed his hand on top of hers and took the gun. "I hurt him…that must've hurt a lot," Rio heard her whisper as he drew himself closer to her body. "He didn't feel anything, mama," Rio assured her. His tall figure crouched down as he wrapped his long around her waist, butt, and legs to lift her into a cradle position in his arms. Epiphany wrapped her arms around his neck, her nose brushed against the edge of his eagle tattoo as she found comfort in his scent. Rio held her tightly in his arms, against his chest. The smoothness of his lips slid across her forehead a moment before he carried her out of the 'room',

The events of being taken out of the tunnels, And then when she was put into Rio's car, and going to his apartment were a blur. It moved just as fast as the blink of Epiphany's eyes. But the moment she had been set down on her feet in his living room, Epiphany looked up into his dark eyes, meeting his piercing yet unreadable gaze with a look of desperation before ravenously kissing his lips. Their bodies began to say what their mouths couldn't. Clothes turned into obstacles and were ripped from one another's bodies. Their tongues plunged deep into the depths of each other's mouths as Epiphany was pinned to the couch. A muffled moan echoed off of Epiphany's lips into Rio's mouth as he thrust inside her. Her hands clung to the back of his toned thighs as he rutted into her over and over again. ❛𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓭-𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹❜ Epiphany cried and whimpered against his lips with tears prickling down the sides of her face. The warmth of his hands cupping the sides of her face brought on the feeling of safety and comfort.

That night solidified their relationship and Christopher didn't realize how 'rusty' (for lack of a better word) he was when it came to that dynamic. In terms of consistency; He had been doing his own thing for a long time. Came and went when he pleased. He could go off-grid for weeks at a time and then pop back around to whatever woman's home or apartment he was seeing. But being in an exclusive, committed relationship came with responsibilities and Christopher was no stranger to that. He didn't mind when it came to Epiphany, either. He was gentle with her. He was also patient. Christopher took notice of the trauma Epiphany experienced from the initiation of their relationship. The signs would've been inconspicuous to the average male but not to Christopher.

Epiphany had slept over at his apartment for a week straight and every night she would awake beside him in a cold sweat and sit on the floor gazing out the bedroom windows. She slept best cuddled on top of him with him nuzzled inside her. Their shared mornings were quiet unless he'd crack a joke first or hold her hand in his own. The bubbly personality she once possessed was amplified at other times. He often came home to her drenched in sweat dancing in his living room with her headphones on. Her lips painted in a scowl and her eyebrows knitted together. She mounted him like a squirrel climbing a tree, smothering him in affection. Which to Christopher was a double-sided coin of appreciation, something that made him feel like her protector, her world. A sisterly-sweet feeling over the fact that she depended on him emotionally and physically. He couldn't help but smile during the times she would send him text messages throughout the day, checking in on him.

"I think you should meet my kid soon." He announced randomly over lunch at his favorite sushi spot. A slight smirk settled across his lips when Epiphany's big brown eyes widened. "Maybe…my family in general."

"Really?" A beaming-bright smile swept across her lips, "I mean I'd love to, but…are you sure?" A brief look of worry swept across her face. A few thoughts of insecurity swept across her mind. Family was a big deal and Epiphany wasn't certain his family would warm up to her.

"Of Course," Christopher reassured her as he reached his hand across the table and took her hand in his own. Carefully, he raised her hand and placed a kiss against the corner of her hand. He then placed soft kisses against the pads of her fingertips. "It'll be cool, don't sweat it, mama."

His reassurance made her whole face brighten. Epiphany had quickly leaned over the table and placed kisses against the side of his cheek. To which he basked in her affection by cradling the back of her neck with his hand and kissing her lips. The pair settled on the following Saturday, a week before Thanksgiving.

After lunch, Epiphany returned to her apartment and immersed herself in a week's worth of schoolwork which allowed Christopher to tap into the mindset of Rio fully and get back to business. One matter of business in particular he was going to straighten. Beth and the two spinless mice that followed her. Speaking of…The three women were seated in the strip club counting and splitting their weekly profits when Rio and Mick arrived. The men couldn't help but overhear that Epiphany was the subject of conversation. "She hasn't been back and I haven't seen her at our usual Boba spot," Rio and Mick overheard Annie say.

"Good riddance. At Least she was smart enough to do that." Beth added on.

"Ole girl is probably off humping some other thug in magic city," Ruby grunted. 

“Damn, what happened to bitches uplifting one another.” Mick commented casually as he and Rio strolled into the back room. He didn't bother holding back his chuckle when the women visibly jumped out of startelement. They didn't utter a reply. 

"What's up ladies, you got my cut?" Rio greeted with a chastising smile as he stepped forward.

"Yes, it's all here." Beth was first to speak up as she moved around the table and grabbed one of the duffle bags from one of the lockers. As she made her way over towards him, her blue eyes pierced into his dark brown ones with a wide-eyed gaze. She drank him in with a gaze that read-over as yearning, and burned with desire.

Rio on the other hand looked at her blankly in return as he took the duffle bag from her. His mind and attention elsewhere despite his eyes fixed on her.

"It's light. Real light," Mick said as soon as the bag of money was passed over to him.

Rio's left brow slowly rose up as his head slowly tilted to the side, "And why's that?" 

"Business hasn't exactly picked up over the last few friday nights. One of our dancers, Jannie just started doing solos and they haven-"

"Nah, that ain't the truth and we both know that," Rio quickly butted in and cut Beth off. "Every friday night the club was bringing in over 150 gs. Epiphany's solo night and you bitches fucked that up over…"His attention fell back on Beth, only this time with a menacing gaze, "Insignifigance."

Something told Beth that he was talking about her rather than the situation.  And if looks could kill…she would be eight feet under in a cold and shallow grave. 

"But since my money is something you like to play with…"he trailed off before his lips broke out in a wide smile, "You've got forty-eight hours to make it back." And with that he turned around and started walking towards the exit door."Oh, and double it. For the late fees." Rio called over his shoulder which caused Mick to snicker as both men left.

While Rio had been dealing with the peaky housewives, Epiphany was on the other side of town located in her apartment on facetime with an old friend. More like her second-mother than an old friend, Galinda Torress. A Colombian immigrant who not only was the house mother in the previous club she worked at; The Starlight but also someone who saw Epiphany as just a girl and instantly treated her like a daughter. After all, Epiphany was one thirteen when she started dancing. 

"Miera nena, por favor stop checking the fish! Let it cook!" The woman scowled with her broken-bilingual dialect.

Epiphany was no chef. The most she could do was saute black beans, make sunny-side up eggs. Cook rice both steamed and stir fried, and make chicken wings. Enough to feed herself whenever she remembered to within the chaos of studying and working. Taking her free time to perfect a batch of cookies was more of her thing.

"Okay, Sorry!" she quickly apologized with a reddened face.

Per Galinda's advice, she made something that was less intimidating for dinner. Which was; oven grilled red snapper, black bean rice, and salsa. All of it was homemade, salsa included. The whole fish was seasoned with various peppers, lemons, and smoked herbs. Epiphany had soaked her black beans overnight so cooking them in the afternoon took little time and made the broth thicker, richer, and the beans soaked in all of the glorious flavors of the herbs easier. All she did was combine it into the boiled rice that had been set aside and awaiting to be pan-seared. 

The honduran dancer's body was drenched in sweat. Her sports bra and bike shorts clung to her like a second skin by the time she was done cooking everything. She couldn't help but let out a sigh in relief when things were done and all she had left to do was get pretty. A loud knock against her metal door echoed throughout her apartment causing Epiphany to rush down the stairs. When she opened it, she was met with a woman and child. Both had bright smiles on their faces but the child held a particular resemblance to somebody Epiphany  knew.

“Hi, sorry to impose like this. I'm Rhea and this is Marcus, we thought we'd introduce ourselves and maybe lend you a helping hand before the rest of Chris's family comes over.” The woman introduced with an upbeat tone.

And in that moment Epiphany was shitting bricks. His child, His baby's mother. Two very important people were face to face with her. And although she had been expecting them, she couldn't help but be nervous. 

“Chris is my dad!” Marcus said proudly.

“Oh! Hi, yes. Come on in.” She quickly moved aside for them to come in and gestured inside with her waving hand.

The mother and son duo stepped inside with large smiles across their smiles. “I'm Epiphany, but you can call me whatever nickname you can think of though. I don't mind.” 

“Epiphany, huh? That’s a nice name.” Rhea complimented.

“Thank you.” Epiphany smiled bashfully, “Would you like something to drink? I’ve got a ton of different juices.” Epiphany's hospitality had been an ice breaker for Rio’s family. She and Rhea had engaged in conversation amongst themselves as Marcus had a blast icing Churro cupcakes. He may have added too many white chocolate chips on top but his mother didn’t notice.

“Yeah, it’s pretty!” Marcus added on.

“Essentially Chris and I broke up because of his lack of compassion. It’s his world and you’re just living in it for the sake of being provided for. He’ll leave for however long and pop back up again with a gift and a smile…for Marcus that’s okay. For me, it wasn’t.” Rhea explained.

“Do you miss him?”Epiphany asked after taking in the information. She had no opinion of what Rhea had told her. If anything, she took note of what the ex-wife had said. Like a warning.

“God no” Rhea laughed with a shake of her head, “The intensity of it all isn’t for me. He takes care of us financially and that’s all I can ask for or want.” She sighs to herself before turning to Epiphany and laying a hand on her shoulder, “Enjoy this, whatever you two have going on. Enjoy it for however long things last.”

Epiphany couldn’t be sure if there was a slight bit of shade thrown in her warning or if it was Rhea’s blessing and a warning wrapped in one package. Either way, the dancer took heed to it. She had only gotten a glimpse of Rio’s intensive nature. More like a front row seat than a glimpse and oddly enough she liked. Liked was a word that dulled down how he made her feel. Captivated was a better word. As time passed on, Epiphany had gotten a chance into more appropriate clothing. Which consisted of a turquoise blue button-down top; that she tucked into a high waisted black mini skirt. Baby blue fur-trimmed kitten heels adorned her feet. 

Continuous knocks soon started to beat on the door. Various members of Rio’s family started to show from his female cousins and their children and few male cousins. As her apartment started to fill up, Epiphany  grew impatient. Most of the people there engaged with Rhea and Marcus despite their curiosity toward Epiphany. In all actuality they were waiting for Christopher to arrive. A large brute with a full beard and frumpy build had joined Epiphany by the door. 

“He loves to em’ waiting.” The man commented.

“Hm?” Epiphany raised her left eyebrow.

“Oh sorry,” He smiled while extending his hand out,”I’m Nick. His brother.”

‘He has a brother? Huh, Rio definitely doesn’t give off younger brother vibes’ Epiphany thought to herself as she shook Nick’s hand.

“I’m Epiphany, nice to meet you Nick.” 

“You’re his girlfriend?” Nick asked just as a knock was placed on the front door. But it came off as more-so condescending.

“We’ll see.” Epiphany smirked as she proceeded to open the door. 

The smirk was soon wiped off her face and her breath was taken away the moment she came face to face with Christopher. The effect he had on her was juvenile at this point. She left like person who had seen the sun set for the first time.

“Sorry I’m late, had to-” Chirstopher started but was cut off by the older woman beside him.

“He ran late to pick me up which resulted in both of us missing out on all the fun.” The older woman commented, “I’m his grandma, Rosa.”

“When isn’t he late.” Nick laughed.

“Oh um it’s okay, you didn’t miss anything.” Epiphany replied as she stepped aside. She didn’t miss the icy glare that Christopher sent Nick’s way. “I’m Epiphany by the way.”

Luckily for Nick, he was called by his wife which caused him to leave the group. 

“You're very pretty Epiphany, you have a lovely home as well.” Rosa commented, “If you don’t mind asking how old are you? You’ve clearly accomplished a lot.” Once everyone had been seated at the dinner table. Their plates filled with savory food.

“Thank you, I’m twenty-two. I have my dance career to thank for all this.” Epiphany replied.

“Dance career? Is that what they call stripping nowadays?” Nick obnoxiously asked.

“What’s stripping, dad?” One of Nick’s sons asked. 

“I think you’ve had too much to drink bro, You ain’t as young as you used to be.”  Rio’s arm draped across the back of Epiphany’s chair as he chastised Nick.

For a brief moment Epiphany wondered how Nick knew of her occupation. But then possibilities were honestly endless. He could’ve been at the club a few times. But she felt like she would’ve recognized him. Or maybe it was the way she carried herself. Or how she dressed. She honestly couldn’t be too sure. But she began to feel insecure.

“Enough.” The men’s grandmother ordered which had shut them up. Her attention then turned towards Epiphany and she offered her a warm smile, “Dancing is such a beautiful art. You clearly must be great at it girl given how well you’re doing for yourself and…” her eyes drifted over to Christopher, “My boy here does love beauty.”

“Me too grandma!” Marcus butted in gleefully. Everyone around the table had shared a laugh.

Epiphany hadn’t experienced the feeling of maternal love; but it radiated off of Christopher’s grandmother. Giving her a sense of comfort that calmed her budding nerves. That, and Christopher’s arm warmly draped around her neck; his lips pressed firmly to cheek. An act of affection and reassurance.

Thanks to Christopher and his grandmother, the dinner went smoothly. Surprisingly filled with relaxed conversation with topics ranging from politics, family values, and food. It wasn’t until dinner had ended and the women had been sharing wine in the kitchen, that the real conversation was had.

“You worked for the gringa?!” One of Christopher’s female cousins, Lana said. Absolutely flabbergasted. 

“The soccer mom?” Rhea cringed.

“Is she even a mother anymore?” Rosa muttered.

Epiphany laughed after sipping her wine”The thing is I had been working for her as a favor to her little sister Annie. Annie and I had been friends for about three months prior. I was looking for a part-time job and Annie said her sister’s club could use what I had to offer to bring in more profits. and they were offering 30% ownership which had appealed to me.” Epiphany explained.

“The soccer mom owns a strip club with her group of friends? The council woman? Tuh, crazy times we live in,” Christopher’s grandmother, Rosa scoffed. 

“That nutcase doesn’t know who she wants to be; I call it the menopause identity crisis.” Rhea said, whilst rolling her eyes.

“I knew the minute my boy brought her over that she wasn’t what she made herself out to be. I won’t say I thought she was bad or indecent, but Beth was something she wasn’t happy with. A married housewife who wanted independence. Maybe a sense of power and someone who had more…’seasoning’ for lack of a better word,” Grandmother Rosa stated.

 Both Rhea and cousin Lana agreed with a nod of their heads.

“How did you feel about She and Christopher being an Item?” Epiphany asked after taking the information in.

“A work fling at best,” Grandmother Rosa commented.

She knew that Annie said Beth and Rio hadn’t been exclusive, ever. But, she wanted to hear information from the otherside. The laughter shared between the women in Christopher’s family was nothing less than shady. 

Despite what Rosa said Epiphany couldn’t shake the feeling that lingered in the back of her mind. The feeling that maybe she wasn’t as special to Christopher as she thought she was. The fact that Beth had met his family made her feel some discomfort. Even if Christopher hadn’t been in a relationship with the councilwoman. 

“You’re bringing us the content; who needs a TV?” Lana replied.

Unbeknownst to the group, Christopher had been lingering in the shadows outside of the kitchen. He remained quiet for a few moments longer before walking inside. His hand laid on Epiphany’s shoulder with a firm squeeze. “I’m gonna steal her away for a minute. You ladies can get back to your telenovela later.”

“I’ll take a refill in the meantime.” Grandmother Rosa commented.

“Same here.” Rhea agreed.

Christopher smirked and shook his head in response.

Epiphany had stood up and excused herself before walking alongside Christopher to the hall.  He had grasped her hand within his and began leading Epiphany upstairs to her bedroom. He had waited until the door was closed and they were standing in the middle of the bedroom. His hand never moved from the lower half of her back.

“You were eavesdropping.” Epiphany commented.

“You weren’t being quiet.” Christopher replied.

She proceeded to look up at him with her big brown eyes and her arms crossed against her waist. Her hands are hugging at her sides. “If it was just business between you and Beth then why did you let her meet your family? I don't wanna be some chest piece in whatever game the both of you have going on.”

Epiphany felt naked at this moment. Vulnerable. She felt so many emotions.  And instead of wearing her heart on her sleeve. She wore it on her body entirely. Her eyes held every emotion she was feeling. Raw with the surface layers of skin scraped away.

Christopher on the other hand was calm. Cool, Calm, and Collected. His neck craned down as he towered over her. His thick-bushy eyebrows slightly cocked with the center of his forehead creased. “You’re mine and I’m yours. No Games, not this time. Not with you.” 

He hadn’t touched her but Epiphany felt his comfort.

Her bottom lip slightly quivered as she looked into his eyes. Searching for any trace of a lie; she found none. Epiphany didn’t know what it was exactly about Rio that made her feel both nervous yet protected. She knew there were many layers to him that she had yet to uncover. And each time he let her in a little closer, it made her feel reassured that he wanted her entirely. 

Maybe he would be the person to want her without malice. To see her. 

The way Epiphany had looked at him made Christopher feel wanted. Wanted in way that wasn’t malicious or superficial. Unbeknownst to her and he would keep it that way.

[theesirenteller]

maybeee a little domestic Drabble btwn my faves before the night ends?!😂👀👀👀

*•.¸♡ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨𝙠 ♡¸.•*

Every November Christopher caught the flu. Like clockwork, it came and slipped into his system like a thief in the night. Usually, he would pump himself with various herbal teas, supplements, and any other immune-boosting products a month before so that the cold would come and go. He couldn't afford to miss out on work for longer than a few days. He could afford it but he didn't want to or like to. This year he didn't prepare due to not remembering. He had a lot more on his plate these days with juggling around new business ventures, plotting around keeping a certain councilwoman out of his hair and being back in a serious relationship. So when that Mucus monster hit him, it hit him hard.

He was currently lying across the couch in his apartment with his headphones tucked snugly against his ears. His arm draped across his eyes as he tried to drown out the body pain and discomfort he felt on the inside. This was the faze of body pains, sore, fever, and a sore throat. He had been past the mucus, stomach aches, and chills.

A light tap on his chest caused him to remove his hand from his face and open his eyes. Only to be faced with Epiphany seated beside him with a glass mug of bright yellow liquid, "I ain't drink'n that shit again," he stated with a horse tone. His eyes lowered and glared as his lips held a permanent scowl.

Which caused Epiphany to giggle, "Yes you are. If it wasn't for this 'shit' you'd be still sounding like a cat loaded with hairballs." She caressed the side of his face with the back of her hand, "aw papíto, you're still so hot." she pouted.

"Come on...just a few sips." she coos in an attempt to sway him.

Christopher stared at her, His eyes trailed along her face and body as he inhaled deeply.

He slowly sat up wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms. Epiphany huffed at the sudden overwhelming sensation of heat that overwhelmed her body. He laid his head against her chest, snuggling his chest against her breast as Epiphany hugged him tightly. 'my poor baby' she thought to herself until she heard glass click against the wood. "Hey! Come on you still have to-Chris!" Epiphany's bickering ended with a sudden yelp as he flipped her onto her back on the couch.

"Better luck next time champ." He chuckled before placing a kiss on her head as he hovered over her.

"Ew!" Epiphany squirmed with a huff as she smacked her hands against his chest, "Get your zombie ass off me."

"Aw, that hurts." He chuckled deeply with a mocking tone as he stood up, "That ain't what you said last night though. What was it again? 'oh papi ven a dormir dentro de mi te extraño'," (come sleep inside me I miss you) he mocked her, raising his voice to a lighter tone.

"Whatever, it's your fault I'm needy." She dismissed with an eye roll with her cheeks blushing red.

"And I ain't complaining," Christopher called over his shoulder as he made his way across the living room and collected his black high-top sneakers from the closet.

"Where are you going?" Epiphany questioned as she sat up.

"Back to work." He replied with a flat tone.

"You-"

"Hey, Daddy! yikes, you like the little girl from the ring." Marcus interrupted the pair by running into the living room from his bedroom.

Almost as if both Marcus and Epiphany had jinked him, Christopher started coughing. Strained and rough mucus-filled coughs left his mouth causing both Marcus and Epiphany to squeal in disgust.

"Ew!"

[theesirenteller]

𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝟒𝐌𝐞

🩸Let's grab a gold switch blade

And make us a blood pact, babe

To love and to fuck and to only see ourselves

And remember this 🩸

𝘿𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙬, 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙨 ' 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙍𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 ' . 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙮. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙥 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣. 𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣. 𝙈𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙆𝙚𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙖 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙛 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝘽𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙...𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝙊𝙉 𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙃.

𝙆𝙚𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙖 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙛

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"𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖; 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃 𝙰 𝙶 𝙻 𝙸 𝚂 𝚃"

[theesirenteller]

Beacon Of Light

A Rio Good Girls Fanfictional Mini Series.

“Coño!” Lupita cursed as the wind had been knocked out of her.

“I’m so sorry! I’m such a clutz at times.” Beth quickly apologized as she began helping the woman up.

The ditzy floral dress that had once been spotless had now been stained with muddy-brown coffee stains and dirt residue. Lupita’s plump lips were now shaped into a permanent pout as she narrowed her eyebrows while looking down. Beth watched the woman closely. Deep down, in the back of her mind Beth could superficially see why a man like Rio had chosen Lupita to be his wife.

The beauty of the curvy woman before her was undeniable. Her ample, full breasts, pudgy stomach, chubby cheeks with her baby-ish face, widened hips, and outward curved rear oozes sensuality. Her curves accentuate the natural form of femininity and exude a sense of softness and allure that could catch the attention of anyone and make them stare. She has a unique and captivating beauty that reminds Beth of the freshness and vibrancy of the season of spring.

Beth had been staring so long that she hadn’t noticed the switch between Lupita’s angered expression to bright and bubbly. “It’s fine. Happens to me all the time.” her chrippy tone had taken Beth by surprise. It was juvenile. It made the Boland woman want to laugh.

But instead of laughing, she smiled and offered” Well let me treat you to a coffee then. Make up for the one I ruined.”

Beth watched like a hawk as Lupita curled her bottom lip inward. Staying quiet for a moment, Lupita thought of what she would do. After a few seconds of silence, she replied ”What cafe? I can meet you there after I change?”

Lupita’s eyebrow slightly arched as she watched Beth’s blue eyes begin to widen. She found that action odd.

“It’s my treat to you so you should pick the place.” Beth insisted. Despite her smiling face, she was freaking out frantically on the inside. She hadn’t been to this area before. She knew nothing.

“Moe’s is fine. Right around that corner there.” Lupita replied with a raise of her hand and a point of her finger in that direction. Beth’s eyes followed the finger before she nodded her head.

“Okay, I’m Brenda by the way.” Beth lied as she extended her hand out.

“Lupita, Nice to meet you Brenda. I’ll see you soon.” Despite Lupita’s upbeat tone, her words were sharp and short. She hadn’t even awaited a response when she turned on her heel and strutted off in the opposite direction.

“That was weird. What a weirdo.” Beth quietly whispered to herself.

Lupita on the other hand had begun rushing home. Her face grew hot, her cheeks began to redden, and her hands balled into fists. ‘Messy, messy, messy, stupid, stupid, stupid’ she mumbled under her breath as she walked down the streets and soon entered her neighborhood, Rodger’s ridge. Located on the nicer part of Chicago,

The upscale neighborhood was a picture of elegance. The houses were big, with elegant mansions lined up along the streets and the lawns were manicured. Amidst the blooming flower gardens that perfumed the air, the sound of dogs barking harmoniously added a touch of homeliness to the otherwise stately atmosphere. The residents, dressed in designer attire, strolled with their leashed companions, adding a touch of elegance to the scene. The neighborhood was a tapestry woven with sophistication and the finer things in life.

Lupita worked quickly to enter the home that she shared with her husband, Christopher. Their home was an old Victorian style one but they’d had it modernized with a slick, black minimalistic aesthetic. As soon as the front doors closed, She let out a scream. Her purse fell to the floor with a ‘thud’ and her shoes flew across the floor as she kicked them off.

Lupita then went rushing into the downstairs bathroom as her long-nailed fingers clawed at her dirty attire. She tore holes into it as she ripped it off her body in disgust. Her narrowed eyes stared down at the filth covered clothing is disdain but soon the look dwindled when she inhaled the relaxing aroma of lavender and spearmint.

Their bathroom was a symphony of natural elegance. The rose quartz shower had a warm, inviting glow, promising an invigorating and ethereal experience. The botanical shower is a sanctuary of freshness, where lush greenery and refreshing scents create a spa-like oasis. Underfoot, the marble floors gleam, reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lighting. Every element in this bathroom is designed to create a serene and indulgent atmosphere, where Lupita, Christopher, or a guest could relax, rejuvenate, and escape the stresses of everyday life.

And that was what Lupita did. Despite being militant with getting her body cleaned properly, she mentally and physically relaxed. ‘Cleanliness is next to godliness.’ she thought to herself as she washed off. It didn’t take much longer for her to finish up her shower and get ready to get coffee.

This time around, she chose to wear a velour baby-blue tracksuit. Her bouncy coils glistened with gel as she made her way into the coffee shop. “My apologies, getting ready does take time.” Lupita said to Beth as she sat across from her.

“It’s fine. I know all too well.” Beth assured her, despite her annoyance.

Lupita’s eyes skimmed the Boland woman from top to Bossom. A meek smile chiseled her lips, “Do you really?” she questioned. Her eyes looked downward towards the menu that laid up on the table.

Beth felt uneasy and sat speechless. She didn’t know what to make of Lupita. So, instead of saying something that could compromise her position; Beth sat quietly.

“So, did you just move to the neighborhood, Brenda? I can’t say I’ve seen you around the neighborhood before.” Lupita asked as she turned the menu over.

“No. I actually wanted to venture outside the inner city more often and needed up here. I am beginning to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the neighborhood.” Beth replied. Her lies come out smoother than the truth. “I take it you live around here?”

“I do.” A genuine smile spread across Lupita, “My beloved and I have lived here for a while now. Are you married?”

A look of disdain had flashed across Beth’s face as she thought of her ex-husband, Dean. No longer being a wife was both rejuvenating and sorrowful at the same time. And the notion boggled her mind. “No, not anymore.”

Beth had expected Lupita to pry but she didn’t. Not even once. Instead, she brushed over the topic all together and segwayed into fashion. The latest styles she’d seen in Elle magazine. Beth easily became indulged in the conversation. Almost hanging onto every word that Luputa uttered. That was until they were interrupted by the sound of Lupita’s phone going off.

“Excuse me for a moment.” Lupita said with a smile. She then proceeded to turn to the side as she held the phone to her ear,”Hello my love, how are you?” Her voice rose a few octaves with a squeal chasing behind her words.

Beth watched closely, never veering her eyes away. Not even for a moment.

“Where are you?” His voice was smooth as aged whiskey. It tickled Lupita’s ears and made her heart flutter. But his words were sharp and straight to the point. As he always was.

Lupita briefly glanced at Beth before looking down into her lap, “I’m shopping for new cookware but stopped to grab a latte.”

“Alone?”

Lupita paused. Unsure if she should tell the truth or not. But, as both she and Christopher knew, telling the truth didn’t always lead to good things. And oftentimes led to fights or unwanted deaths.

“Yes. It’s just a little busy here. Lunchtime or whatever.” She replied dismissively.

Beth raised her left eyebrow. She felt the need to almost speak up to see what would happen next. She couldn’t hear the voice on the other end of the line but given how Lupita brightened up, She assumed it was Rio.

“I’ll call you at 3:30. You’ll be home, yea?” Despite it coming off as a question, Lupita had known it wasn’t one.

“Yes. Te Amo Para Sempre .“

“Te Amo Para Sempre Mi Princesa.” Even behind his cold exterior and militant personality, Christopher could never deny telling Lupita he loved her. It made his heart warm and the edges of his lips curved into a smile.

When they both ended the call, Lupita’s lips were still placed in a smiling position. Beth clearing her throat caused Lupita to snap out of her daydreaming state. “Sorry, did you say something?”

Beth’s lips quivered. Fighting back the urge to ask the question that burned the tip of her tongue. But, she knew she had to be patient and proceeded with caution. So instead of saying something ill-willed, she said “I asked if you have to go now.”

“Unfortunately I do.” Luputa smiled meekly. She then rolled her phone across the table,”Put your number in and we can do this again sometime.”

“Sure “ Beth smiled as she took the phone. As she began punching her digits into the device, she asked”How about we get tacos next time? A woman named Rhea told me about one called El Pico right on the harbor. I think it's a mom and pop shop.” Beth watched Luputa closely.

The name Rhea made Lupuita halt from packing away the items she carried in her purse. Her left eye began to twitch and her eyelashes fluttered. It was as if she were beginning to malfunction. She took a deep, dry gulp and licked over her pink-lipstick painted lips.

“Never heard of it.” She extended her arm outward and opened her hand.

“Oh. Well maybe we can experience it together.” Beth replied as she laid the cellular device into Luputa 's hand.

“Sorry. I'm not a fan of Mexican food. But, maybe something else. I'll text you.” Lupuita swiftly placed her phone into her purse. She then gave a tight-lipped smile as she stood up. Shortly leaving after.

Once the woman had been out of sight, Beth pulled out her phone and sent a text message to Agent Turner.

📲 The 'wife' knows about Rhea. I mentioned it and she looked disturbed. No doubt now that Rio killed her and perhaps Lupuita is covering it up

[theesirenteller]

𝔓𝔞𝔴𝔫𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔭 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢𝔰.

"I'm here to get my hair braided."

It wasn't every day that a tall, dark, and handsome beach bum-biker hybrid came strolling into Emerald's closet-sized braiding shop. But, she wasn't complaining. Not at all, not even in the slightest.

"Okay, Well come on in then." A shy smile spreads across Emerald's lips as she steps aside the threshold, "I'm Emerald."

"Dwayne."

Ducking his head down Dwayne made his way inside. His broad shoulders and arms scrunched inwards as he slithered through the door. His gloomy-raven hair fell over his shoulders and eyes as he did so. It didn't take many steps to be fully inside the shop. It was new to the boardwalk. Located near Max's video store. And a little bit bigger than a walk-in closet. Painted baby blue with handmade seashell drapes that were in between Christmas string lights down the walls. A single leather salon chair sat a few feet away from the door, facing it. Perhaps to give clients a good view of the beach and boardwalk. The leather of the chair was worn down with ripples and scratches along the sides. Neon-colored bins stacked in the corner filled with various beads, feathers, seashells, and a plethora of other accessories that were fun to attach to braids. A sparkly sea urchin green makeup pouch sat on top of the bins alongside an unopened can of cherry cola.

"So Dwayne, what would you like? all of your hair braided or just a certain section?" Emerald inquired as he took a seat. Instantly the scent of burned incense and murky beach water with a lingering hint of cinnamon hit her nostrils. A metallic after scent lingered. When she had gotten a better look at him; his rugged style of baggy, faded black jeans and patchwork leather jacket gave off a smokey allure that reminded her of a stormy night in the woods

At first, he was silent. The silence lasted no longer than Not a creepy type of silence but more so introverted.' A quiet thinker' was what Emerald gathered.

His fingers snapped and his pointer finger narrowed towards the sign outside. "The merman special. Just the back of my hair." His hands bunched up the top portion of his hair creating a messy half up half down style. Emerald couldn't help but notice the layers of chunky metal rings across the majority of his fingers.

"Okay! It'll look great on you." She blurted out. Her cheeks instantly warmed as words slipped from her lips, "I mean um you've got really pretty hair so it'll be beautiful."

The pregnant silence that followed caused her to swallow down any more embarrassing remarks. She quickly grasped a large pink clap clip and sectioned off the top part of his hair away from the rest. Her fingertips brushed along his knuckles. A soft gasp escaped her pouty lips. His flesh was ice cold. Deadly cold. Sickly cold. Dwayne's shoulders tensed. his posture straightening causing Emerald to quickly remove her hand.

She kept her comments to herself for the remainder of their time together. She used a wide-toothed pitchfork-shaped comb to untangle his locks. Ever so often she'd raise a brow when bits of sand, pebbles, and dark red flesh-like scabs would fall out. Perhaps he hunted and got animal guts in his hair? The braider wasn't sure and didn't bother to ask. Eventually, she'd smoothed out his hair with a spritz of rosewater and a wooden brush. Emerald was known for being heavy-handed yet Dwayne didn't seem to mind. He kept quiet and didn't move an inch. Completely unfazed she couldn't even hear him breathe.

Emerald braided small-sized fishtail braids at the nap of his neck. Hooking small-sized turquoise beads to some of the braids. and others she'd simply attach seashells or peacock feathers to larger-sized braids. There was a comforting silence that overlayed the atmosphere. The roaring of the waves crashing and the laughter of children running along the boardwalk was the perfect background music.

Time passed by quickly and it wasn't long before Emerald was drenching the once-clipped portion of his hair in rose water. Her heartbeat sped up as she stood at his side brushing through his hair. Vibrantly, she could hear her heart beating. The feeling was unfamiliar to her. The urge to gaze into his eyes and not look elsewhere was strong. Feeling a forceful tug within her stomach and chest made her mouth grow dry.

"You shouldn't close so late." his rich and husky voice broke her out of the trance she once was in.

"Huh? What'd ya say?"

"I said you shouldn't close so late. The Broadwalk isn't safe at night. late night all kinds of things can happen." Dwayne repeated. His eyes were a deep shade of expresso brown. His brows were thick and bushy.

"You're right." she agreed while sweeping her brush through his long bangs, "I like the night though…there's something about it that's so beautiful and peaceful. Also, some type of thrill I think…knowing that danger just lurks in the shadows."

"And sometimes reveals itself."

Their gaze synced in union with one another. Drinking each other in. Although it felt more like he was drinking her in. Taking in her every thought, desire, and fear. Intrigue lingered in her eyes. An unspoken attraction that made her pupils dilate. She saw something primal in him. It was unmistakable to miss. Something that Emerald couldn't seem to look away from. His almost unbearable beauty created a lingering allure in her mind. Unintentional they both leaned in closer. Nearly chest to chest. A low deep-buried low growl buzzed in her ear. and perhaps she had been staring a little too long because his eyes were starting to change from brown to a bright golden color.

The events that followed happened so suddenly that Emerald couldn't be sure it was real. Suddenly arms were tightly in his iron-clad grip. With zero effort she was picked up off the floor and slammed against a nearby wall. Dwayne's lips peeled back and his fang-shaped teeth were displayed.

Emerald grew choked up on air as she froze up at the sight. Her hands began to tremble rapidly. The moment she blinked he was gone. As if he hadn't ever existed. The whole shop rattled loudly as the front door slammed shut behind him. Fear stricken, Emerald stood there frozen not even feeling her feet hitting the floor.

She couldn't help but question if that was even real.

𝕰 𝖒 𝖊 𝖗 𝖆 𝖑 𝖉

[theesirenteller]

Beacon Of Light

The Beginning Of It All

ELizabeth Boland, better known by her peers as Beth, had been normal. Insignificant,Your standard stepford wife. A standard soccer mom. And she had been fine with that or that’s what she told herself. She told herself that after her third child had been born. And by her fourth child, she’d been over it. Infertility on her husband’s end was the push she believed she needed to be someone or something greater than who she was. Although Beth had done the majority of her crime driven sprees with the help of others, she liked to believe she did it all on her own and on her own dime. Her criminally attractive ‘partner in crime’ well…more like boss, Rio was a sinful indulgence that she wished lasted longer than four encounters.

Rio was a walking mystery. A Casanova type of lover that swept into the shadows shortly after. And a botched pregnancy scare hadn’t been enough to keep him warming her bed every other night. Or any night. In the back of her mind, Beth wondered if he ever would be truly hers. To have, to hold, to own, to keep. She rarely had seen him over the last seven months. He’d always been a man who arrived to drop off and pick up money. Now, it was one of his henchmen. Usually Mick, who Beth’s younger sister Annie had been dating for the last year.

“Maybe it’s time you start taking what you want. No, always means yes in some capacity” Annie’s words lingered in Beth’s mind as she sat at a local diner, drinking her coffee.

“Well well well, Beth Boland as I live and breathe.” Agent Jimmy Turner greeted as he took a seat across from her.

Beth cracked a smile as she sat her cup down, “Nice to see you too Jimmy. How are the kids?”

“They’re good.But… we both know you didn’t call me here to catch up.” He replied with a slight smirk to his lips and knowing look within his eyes.

Beth let out a laugh before nodding her head in agreement,”You got me there.” She then straightened up her posture and smiled once again,”I actually called you here on a personal note…Rio…Christopher I mean. I wanted to know if I could get the file you had on him.”

“The file that disappeared? The one that just miraculously vanished when Dean was arrested.” Agent Turner teased followed by chuckling.

“Yes, That file.” Beth smiled. If Agent Turner wasn’t mistaken,He thought she looked proud. And that left somewhat of a sour taste in his mouth. Given the fact that Dean was his childhood best friend and it was a hard day for Agent Turner when he had to arrest Dean. 

“You know when you called me last night, Something told me it’d be about that file.” He admitted. He then reached down into his briefcase and pulled out the vanilla-skinned file. Watching as her blue eyes grew brighter and widened wider as he slid it across the table, Agent Turner grew disturbed. 

She didn’t utter a reply. Her eyes were glued to the papers and her fingers began to slightly shake. Her finger tips began brushing along the cover of the file before she flipped it open.

“Before you ask, that’s all I was able to get. Man’s a ghost otherwise.” 

Agent Turner’s words fell on deaf ears because this was all she had needed to get her started. The key to unlock a door that led to his heart. She hoped… 

Friday, 12:00 p.m. Afternoon. A time where the majority of people were taking their thirty-minute lunch break. Beth had made sure she arrived at 300 W Hemlock Grove. Between Richmond and Gregory road. Biting at the side of her lip with one hand grasped tightly to the strap of her purse. 

The sound of heels clicking caused her ears to perk up. She slowly turned in its direction. The sight of a bronzed-caramel brown skinned woman in a ditsy floral sundress caused Beth’s heart to race.

 

It was her. It was the woman from the file. Christopher’s wife, Lupita. 

Without a second thought, Beth took a stride forward and collided into the woman with great force that sent them both to the ground.

[theesirenteller]

“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.” - 128 for Rio please🤭🩷

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 | Masterlist

♪ Por eso friki-friki-friki-friki-frik, friki-frik, frikitona ♪

The Latin blared loudly throughout the luxurious downtown Detroit loft. The vibration of the speakers bouncing off the walls. The home was filled to maximum capacity. Sweaty, half-naked bodies either grinding against one another or swinging off the various stripper poles located in the living room. Blue agave tequila bottles, cases of Corona beers, and sparkling white wines covered the marble countertops. The partygoer's skin had a pink hue to it due to the pink and red disco balls that shined down from the ceiling. Various neon-colored pills were scattered across the living room table beside used red solo cups. In the midst of the chaos, Epiphany sat on the sink in the master bathroom with her phone clutched in her hands.

〘𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢〙

As she awaited Rio's reply, the dancer helped herself to another sip of her Corona. The incoming 'ding' of a new message from her phone caused her to straighten up.

《𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍?》

She couldn't stop the smile that crept across her lips as the memory of him and his hauntingly beautiful eyes swept across her mind.

〘𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝟺𝚡 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐〙

After sending her location, Epiphany began drowning down the last few drops of her beer, and her friends barged into the bathroom. "¡Oye! ¿Dónde están los refrescos de la fiesta, huh?"Valentina asked. The Mexicana pulled her waist-length hair into a messy bun with her claw clip. The four girls behind her agreed with a simple 'yea!' in unison. 

"The refreshments are coming any minute now." Epiphany replied. She impatiently refreshed her message box once again. Her attention then turned towards Valentina. "Yo, if Mario snorts any more coke he's gonna start needing little blue pills to have a good time."

"That happened about 200 lines ago." Valentina scoffed as their friends laughed. 

"Guzmán is her prey tonight." Their mutual friend, Jasmine, joked. 

"Mira, esta noche la luna está llena y mi cama está vacía y Guzmán está soltero y solo así que…" Valentina replied with a wiggle of her eyebrows. Which caused the ladies to giggle. {ʟᴏᴏᴋ, ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪs ғᴜʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴅ ɪs ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴢᴍᴀɴ ɪs sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ sᴏ…}

《500$ 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙》

A pleased smirk spread across Epiphany's lips, and she proceeded to send him a kiss emoji before jumping off the sink. "Our refreshments are here chicas." The girls cheered as Epiphany slipped on her mink fur coat. Her metallic-gold, rhinestone-studded bikini was no match for the Detroit midnight wind. As she made her way out of the bathroom and through the crowd, Epiphany's six-inch stilettos tapped against the floor. Her heartbeat sped up at the thought of seeing him. She wondered if he would be wearing a black button-down shirt like the night they'd met. Black usually made everyone look chic and classy. But for Rio, that color was made for him. 

She daydreamed about him throughout the elevator ride downstairs. But, it wasn't the dark knight that awaited her. Instead, it was a shorter, more buff, heavily tattooed male that she Rio with at the strip club.

"Not who you were expecting?" Mick questioned as he took notice of Epiphany's raised eyebrow.

"You don't exactly look like Willie Wonka." She responded while digging into her pocket for the cash.

"I'm his brother." He replied monotonously as they traded goods. 

The exchange humbled almost in audible chuckles before they went their separate ways. Time passed by slowly the moment that Ephipany and her friends were faced with the baggies of drugs they were faced with. Excitement filled their eyes as they sat together in the bathroom. Valentina cut semi-thick lines of cocaine across her iPhone with her Amex card. Epiphany passed around the Adderall while Maria refilled their flute glasses with tequila.  

A few bangs upon the door caused the girls to flinch and caused one of them to yell, "Vete a la mierda pendejo!" Eventually, it did stop, and the group carried on with their fun. The moment the ivory-colored powder hit the roof of Epiphany's nostril, it was like she'd been shot with adrenaline. The familiar euphoric bliss that made her world go from average to sunshine and fucking rainbows. She drowned four lines without so much as a sniffle, and after that, the party finally started for her. Epiphany felt like she could run a marathon, but instead, she danced. 

Wildly, Epiphany danced topless on top of tables in the middle of the living room. Her loose curls bounced in the air as she grinds against her friends. "Y yo voy, voy, voy!" She and her friends sang along to Daddy Yankee at the top of their lungs. Her breasts bounced up as she began jumping along with the crowd. The feeling of her heart beating roughly against her chest as if it were clawing out of her body was the climax before the crash. She could feel the rapid beat of the music vibrating off her skin. Valentina's sweaty hands on her hips as they swayed together. Her nose is stuffy and wet, just like her eyes. Her mouth grew dry, and by the heavy pressure she felt in her chest, Epiphany knew that she couldn't bear another line or another Adderall.

"Fuck…" She breathed out as she made her way off the table. Her friends were so wasted that they didn't notice her stumble into the master bedroom. But Epiphany didn't mind because she wanted to leave quietly anyway. Her coat was thrown beside the empty bed, Just where she had left it. Picking the mink up from the floor, Epiphany slipped it over her half-naked body. As she buttoned it up, her stomach began to growl. The craving for salty, cheesy eggs swept over her as she sank onto the bed. Eggs made her think of him. Their shared breakfast the morning after consisted of eggs and bacon.

Epiphany sighs to herself with glee at the thought of him. She proceeds to search for a Xanax tablet in her jacket before popping it into her once retrieved. An opened bottle of champagne was located on the bedside table and she washed her tablet down with it. 'Breakfast sounds really good right now.' she thought to herself before texting Rio. She yearned to see him. To Feel his hands across her skin. To feel his lips against hers.

〘𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚜 ??? 𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 @ 𝟹 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠��𝚗𝚝〙

The bubbles of the champagne tickled the back of her throat as she sipped it. Not expecting him to respond, Epiphany stuffed her phone back into her pocket and left the bedroom. Just like every other party she went to, the dancing and drugs always turned things into one big orgy. The living room was a sea of naked bodies colliding and others laid out cold. The dancer spilled out of the loft quietly and took the elevator to the parking lot. The cool air provided a sense of comfort to her hot skin. As she walked along the quiet streets of the affluent area of Detroit, Rio sat at the bar on the opposite side of town.

The Chicago gangster had sat in self-isolation with a glass of Pappy Van Winkle bourbon in his hands. Beth was a person he could only handle in small doses or else, the urge to off her would be too great. Hot and cold she was and even when she invited him to sleep over her new home…he didn't. Basking in his own solitude was how he spent his nights when his child wasn't in his care. It was hard for him to trust people in a city of snakes. His thick eyebrows began to knit together the moment he received the text. A little taken aback that Epiphany had texted at this hour. Based on the order Mick dropped off, Rio figured she'd either be knocked out cold or in someone's bed.

For a solid five minutes, he stared at the text. Debating with himself on what his next move would be. But in the end, Rio ended up getting into his car and driving to pick her up. He hadn't thought much of it, instead, he acted off impulse. Epiphany was intriguing in a fun way. She was energetic and fiery. He had a thing for a girl with spice. Her direct yet sassy attitude amused him. When he rolled into the 7/11 parking lot, his eyebrows raised at the sight of her. Her fur coat fit her like a mini dress; it felt right above her knees. A look of relaxation across her face as she sipped on a cherry cola. He couldn't help but admire how enchanted she looked underneath the moonlight. She had this type of 'untamed beauty' about her. Effortless. He found her to be sexy in a sultry way. Rio proceeded to step out of the car and make his way around the driver's side to the front of the car, "Hey Champ." 

"You came." Epiphany cheered with glee as she made her way over to him.

"I told you I would." Rio chuckled.

"Yeah well, my bad I thought I'd die of hunger before you got here." She giggled as her face grew hot. 

"Nah." He smiled humorously, "I wouldn't do you like that."

Epiphany couldn't help but swoon. Rio had the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. "You're so pretty. Like really… really pretty." she blurted out. A starry look in her eyes and a dazed smile on her lips.

"And you're drunk."

"I am but a drunk always speaks the truth,'' she argued. 

Their laughs went together like a symphony to an orchestra. And for a moment their eyes lingered on one another. Wanderlust about each other was thick in the air that night. Rio only grinned and proceeded to open the passenger side door for her. As soon as Epiphany was inside and they started their journey through the city, Rio asked her "So, what are you in the mood for?"

"Hmm…eggs but not scrambled. So, Tamagoyaki and sashimi sound good."

"I took you for more of the California roll type," Rio commented.

"Nah, not spicy enough for me. I like the devil roll or the ninja." Epiphany grinned. Every so often she would take her gaze off of him and look at the Chicago nightlife, "I love the night. Even when there's parties and whatever else going on, there's still a sense of solitude and peace."

"You enjoy being solitude?" Rio wondered aloud.

"Yes, the majority of the time." Epiphany nodded, "With exceptions. What about you?"

"Marcus Aurelius once said 'He who lives in harmony with himself-" Rio began to say before being cut off by Epiphany.

"Lives in harmony with the universe." she grinned. 

The Chicago gangster gave her a look of enchantment. Impressed by her knowledge of stoicism. "Yeah, exactly. That's what I live by," he replied with a slight raspiness to his voice. He ended up taking them to an after-hours Japanese Michelin-star restaurant called Hachiman. Which was named after the god of peace of Japan. The space was very intimate. No more than fifty tables. The walls were a deep shade of Jade-green with black marble tables and buttery-smooth leather booth seats. Gold-colored oil lamps hung from the ceilings giving the restaurant a cozy, dim-lighted ambiance. 

Epiphany and Rio walked side by side to their table. His hand rested on the middle of her back as Epiphany walked slowly due to feeling a bit 'loose' from all her party favors. His hand on her back provided a sense of stability. 

As they sat across from one another Epiphany lowered her coat a few inches below her shoulders to catch some air. Rio's eyes then lingered along her skin. It looked dewy and luminous. Her shoulder blades held a slight golden shimmer to them. He could faintly smell cherry radiating off of her. Rio was a man with a very sharp memory and paid great attention to detail. It was what kept him in the game for so long. He took notice of the Chanel Paradoxe watch on her wrist. That wasn't cheap. Not in the slightest. It cost her a good 230 gs or more. It sparked his interest and a call to Mick to find out more about her would be made sooner than later.

Suddenly, she giggled. More to herself than him. But before Rio could ask her anything, Epiphany clarified, "I didn't take you for the type to be into Martha Stewart."

He slightly tilted his head to the side. A blank expression on his face as he attempted to register what she had said.

"I mean no offense to your girl but come on…"Epiphany's cheeks puffed up as she fought back a laugh, "The haircut…the blazer or peacoat…whatever it is…it's giving Martha Stewart. "

Epiphany had successfully broken Rio's stoic expression. He let out a vibrant laugh. A fruitful, joyous laugh that caused his eyes to close and his head to tilt back. Their dinner consisted of laughter over drinks and sushi, sashimi and more drinks. Rio was impressed how well she held her liquor. For the most part, Epiphany was just flirty and playful. By the time dessert rolled around, their conversation rolled back around to Beth. "We're business partners." Rio clarified. "Everyone's got their role."

"Ah, and where does fucking and emotions come into that?," Epiphany questioned. Followed by indulging in a spoonful of matcha ice cream and chocolate.

Rio laughed in response, "Collateral damage control." His left brow rose "What makes you think that, champ?"

"Los ojos…the way she looks at you," Epiphany licks the cream from her spoon, "Eso es intimacy. It's personal."

"Way I see it is, it ain't no different than what you do, yeah? " Rio shot back, "Usas lo que tienes para conseguir lo que quieres, tu servicio es el deseo."

{you use what you got to get what you want, your service is desire.}

Epiphany slipped her foot out of her heel, smoothly rolling her foot across his thigh as she smiled. "Sí. It's not hard to get what you want when they want you back." Rio raised his glass with a smirk across his lips and the pair clicked their glasses together.

And when the night was no longer young and the sun began to awaken, He had driven her home. An upscale building located in the center of the city. His arm wrapped around her waist as she held onto him for support. "That's meee," she sang as she punched the code into her front door's keypad. Epiphany spun on her heel and smiled up at him. They'd only been an inch apart in height. Epiphany narrowed her eyes in on his as she batted her lashes. "Are you coming in?"

"Nah, gotta be up in a few hours." He replied. Their eyes lingered in on each other for what felt like hours but were mer moments. Epiphany abruptly tugged him closer by the collar of his shirt, her fingers looping around his golden chair. Her lips colliding with his. Epiphany's lips felt tender against his; Rio shuddered when her body moved against his. Her scent plaguing his skin. His hands gently grasped at the sides of her face as he kissed her deeply in return.

Epiphany felt jitters in her stomach and excitement bloomed within her chest. The intense heat that crept up her body as their mouths moved in a waltz-slow sync was short lived. "I'll see you later." He rasped against her mouth before leaving a few lingering kisses to the side of her jaw. He held her in his hands for a a few lingering moments. As she slowly opened her eyes, His warm hands slid over hers.

"Good morning." was all she could say with a giddy yet bashful smile painted across her face. The smile he gave her made Epiphany feel as though she were melting like a scoop of ice cream. His smile stayed in her mind until her head finally hit the pillows of her bed. That morning, she slept with a smile on her face.

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Reaper's Crow.

🅦🅐🅡🅝🅘🅝🅖 Kidnapping, Gore, Abuse, Violence, Profanity, OCC, glorification of serial killings, mentions of sexual violence, smut, mentions of PTSD, Sociopathisim, graphic violence, torture, blood, gore, deaths, dark undertones, angst, slow-burn romance

▌This fictional piece is AU with very little amounts of canon. I understand if this fic isn't your cup of tea. Please do not leave hate comments. The story is set some years after season seven. ▌

"This is just in another series of bodies that have been reported to have been found butchered and dismembered. Two of the six bodies were confirmed to be Sergeant Robert Combs and Officer Micheal Llyod. Both were suspected to be in business with the Aryan Warriors. Police have put out a curfew for all Mottenhill residents to be inside their homes by seven p.m. We ask all residents to lock their doors and remain safe."

An ear-piercing scream echoed throughout the four-bedroom-two-story home. Drowning out the downstairs news report from the Tv. The sound of glass shattering followed by choked-up sobs and high-pitched squeals of agony bounced off the walls of the home. The commotion let death himself slip in through the backdoor like a dark shadow in the night. The rubber soles of his steel-toned leather boots pressed soundlessly across the wooden floor. The glimmer of his silver c-shaped daggers reflected across the floorboards as the six-foot-seven male crept up the staircase. 

"You stupid fucking bitch! I love you! Why do you have to make me so angry?!"

The reaper tightened his grip on the daggers within his hands as he edged closer to the master bedroom door. His target, the unfortunate son of a bitch stood with his back turned away from the door. Hovering over a blood-covered, badly beaten woman. Who looked more like a girl based on her size. She spat blood across the floor, and a few of her teeth followed. Tapping against the wood as they spilled. The man raised his foot up, no doubt getting ready to aim a kick towards the back of her head. Just as his foot started to lower…

The dagger shot right through his skull with a loud crunch. The leather whip attached to the handle of the blade tugged back. The man's neck yanked backwards as his large body fell onto the floor. The layers of rolls on his stomach jiggled due to the harsh thud. The blade roughly snapped open the bridge of his nose and dug upwards splitting the middle bridge of his eyes open wide. Blood splattering across the man's wrinkled face as his body jolted back and forth out of shock.The Reaper lowly whistled to himself as he walked further into the bedroom. His once bright eyes turned midnight blue as he looked down at his victim coldly. His breathing shallow as rolled the wire around his leather glover covered hand but ultimately yanking the blade from the man's head. Warm blood splattered across his shoes and pants. Something that felt as simple as rain falling on a gloomy day. Crouching down like a panther getting ready to indulge in its prey, he soon hovered over the dwindling body. First came snapping a photo on his mobile then he plunged the dagger violently into the man's jugular and rapidly yanked it across his throat. Viciously causing the mangled bones to disconnect from the spine and shoulders. With little regard to the blood painting his face crimson, The Reaper proceeded to take a plastic black bag from his pocket and toss the head inside. As he stood back up the sound of wheezing caught his attention. 

The woman weakly slithered herself as far away from him as she could. "P-ppp-ple" she attempted to beg as blood steeped from the sides of her mouth. Her sepia-brown skin is stained with crimson so much that he wasn't sure how many places she was bleeding from. She was tired of begging. Tired of pleading. And if this was her end, she wanted to plead for her life rather than plead for the pain to stop. It never did stop when she pleaded anyway. The reaper's left eye began to twitch as flashes of blood, stab wounds, and his cries of agony replayed in his mind. Tara. He dared not utter her name. His eyes closed for a moment. Wincing. WIncing away the painful memory. When he opened them again he looked around before making his way over to the bed. After snatching off the duvet cover he then B-lined towards her again. Now crouching down beside her he proceeded to turn her on her back. Which caused a sudden yelp of pain to escape her lips. Shoe parks embedded across her breasts and her collarbone stuck out of place. One of her eyes was closed shut and swollen with the size of a lemon. A large gash in the middle of her forehead.She had eyes the same color as the grease that used to coat his calloused hands. Eyes that held pain. A pain he was familiar with. A pain he wished to undone.

"Sorry" his voice was gruff. Husky with grief.

Snapping her collarbone back into place only caused a mouse-like squeak to leave her lips. She had no more fight left in her. Her eyes rolled back before they shut. Her breathing was shallow as he leaned in closer to her face. Not wasting a moment longer he draped the duvet across her body and cocooned her into it. Carefully picking her up, The Reaper cradled her in his arms. Swiftly turning on his heel, he retrieved the bagged head from the floor on his way out the room.

Disappearing like an Incubus in the night, The Reaper drove his GMC truck out of Las Vegas. He drove for miles until reaching his destination. Parking his truck out in front of the gated mansion, he grew comfortable in his seat and wrote on the plastic bag in red marker 'Stolbatch' before tossing it out the window. 

It wasn't long before he was back on the road. The road that once was his friend, his freedom, his sense of invincibility and thrill…until it wasn't. It'd become an escape route and pathway to the neck job. His attention turned to his mirror. He watched the battered woman lay unconsciously across his backseat. It's been a longtime since he acted on impulse. And now he debated on what he'd do with her. Where he'd leave her. 

'Christ Jackie…what'd ya gotten into now' an old friend's words played back in his head causing a grimace to flash across his lips.

Pushing those thoughts aside, the only thing now on his mind was to get the nameless woman taken care of and patched up.

Chapter Two.