Big name for a yacht that belongs to a selfish bastard. In fact, Reynaldo’s yacht is like a mansion floating on the water. It seems that Reynaldo won it in a poker game against some business man, but I bet the Cuban killed the poor bastard before the motherfucker simply stole it from the man’s cold hands. I can’t figure Reynaldo paying a hell of a lot of money to this bizarre wimp.
Hanna asked me to dress in black clothes because every guy who will be here tonight will be dressed following that way. I don’t care. I like black. It’s not my favorite, but I’m used to dressing like this. Hanna chose the outfit though. Black pants and matching sleeveless shirt. She told me we’ll meet here; Reynaldo sent one of his monkeys to pick her up.
Like I figured, I’m searched before I board the yacht, so my gun is gone. I guess that my fists will have to be enough if the shit hits the fan. However, it’s not like I didn’t learn shit in Lompoc. Come to think of it, I don’t really need a gun at all. This place is filled with a hell of a lot of things I can use for a weapon. I guess that witnessing so many fights in the prison yard wasn’t a waste of time after all.
The place is crowded with chicks. It figures. They are spread all over the damn yacht. All of them are dressed in thongs of all colours and high heels, and their bodies are decorated, simulating sexy lingerie. I knit a brow, blinking in fascination. That chick Carmel is a skilled bitch, I swear. She did a damn great job, painting the girls’ bodies. I almost feel tempted to touch some of them just to be sure that the outfit is painted and not real lingerie.
Reynaldo’s men are as well everywhere, but there’s no sign of that fucker or of Hanna, and my painful suspicion grows stronger. Please, God, help me to get a fucking grip or I swear I’m going to fuck this case up before I even start to play my damn role.
Cristal is dancing on the bar, dressed in a silky white thong, the matching bra has been painted and she’s swinging her hips to the rhythm of the blaring music. She’s dancing with another chick whose outfit consists of a red lace-up corset that has been painted on her skin and matching red thong. Damn! Every single detail has been added, even the false pleat on the fabric. They are putting on a hell of a lesbian show for a few guys.
Cristal looks at me, winking seductively. Shit, I might not be in the mood for sex, but my dick is not sharing my opinion anymore. I think I’m going to need to get a grip of more than just one thing tonight.
A group of guys are sitting around a large table. I fix my gaze on them, narrowing my eyes. There’s another chick lying on the surface, her flat belly and stomach full of lines of coke. The guys are taking turns, sniffing and licking her skin while grinning like fucking morons.
I know the sensation, I’ve been there, I’ve done that.
I was younger, impressionable and hungry for new wild sensations. I wanted to experience all and I wanted it fast and as much as possible. Back then, Vince and I had two single goals in mind while partying with Reynaldo: to get high and fuck the shit out of stunning chicks. Always more than one and several times sharing them with Reynaldo.
Vince was always saying that it was funny, but it seemed that Reynaldo was more turned on watching us fucking the chicks, that doing them himself. Vince even told me that on one occasion, while fucking a chick, Reynaldo started to touch him, but that he was so high and drunk that he really didn’t care too much.
I guess we didn’t care too much about anything we did while in that damn state. I wonder what Vince would say about Mr. Casamajor’s favorite colour. I can’t help but laugh silently as a huge grin spreads on my lips thinking about that. I still can’t get over the initial shock.
I take a deep breath, heading to the bar when a chick stops by my side with a silver tray. I look at it, my eyes widening. There’s a complete collection of drugs. A dream come true for any junkie. Hell! There are pills of all colours and sizes, joints, coke… the works. I know all this shit is probably the highest quality because Reynaldo always had the best connections and even though I recognize most of them because I’ve taken them; there are several I haven’t ever seen in my whole damn life.
I grab a couple of joints, winking at her as she gives me the once over, licking her lips. I suspect I’m going to need them later if I want to compensate for the effects of the lines of coke I’m sure I’m going to have to share with Reynaldo at some point over the night. That fucker doesn’t trust anybody who doesn’t do coke with him.
I hope my parents are not watching me tonight because sure as hell they would be more than just disappointed with me. But do I have any other choice? Once again, the damn answer to that question is a resounding ‘NO’. It’s that or death… my death… our deaths.
Damnit! It seems that lately those words are turning into my credo. Anything to avoid my death, our deaths, mine and Hanna’s; anything to survive this fucking shit Hanna dragged us into.
I notice a hand stroking my nape softly. Turning my head I find myself face to face with a natural blonde chick with ice blue eyes sparkling with lust.
“You must be Dom,” she purrs softly, giving me the once over. “Carmel wasn’t shitting, you’re hot as hell.” She adds, leaning against me, her hand still stroking my nape.
I glance down at her body. Her body painting is similar to Hanna’s but instead of butterflies, this chick has apples. Damn! I never was too much of a fruit guy, but suddenly, my dad’s wise words about eating fruit everyday are echoing inside my brain. I grin like a loony. I don’t think back then my old man was thinking about this at all.
“And you are…” I whisper, bending my head, my lips almost caressing her shoulder. She giggles as her other hand slid up my forearm, her long red fake nails, scratching softly against my skin.
“Renee.” She whispers, rubbing her body lightly against me.
I close my eyes for a second, my mind racing. Renee. I heard Hanna talking with a chick called Renee about a change in their shifts for work when we were at the motel. So, this is Renee, huh? I open my eyes, giving her the once over, grinning.
“Are you going to bid in the auction, Dom?” Renee asks me, encircling my neck. I grab her waist gently, tilting my head back slightly
“Yeah, Rey’s gonna sell his dancers at auction tonight. The launch bid is six grand,” She explains, smiling wickedly. “And all of us are more than just worth the money.”
I sigh hard, knitting a brow. “I’m broke, babe.” Renee laughed softly, shaking her head.
“That, Dom, won’t be a problem for you.” She retorts, blowing me a kiss and turning around, she heads to the swimming pool. I follow the swing of her hips, frowning deeply.
An auction. That fucker is going to offer up his dancers in auction, like they were cars, paintings or houses. That motherfucker is going to sell them in a fucking auction, Hanna and the other dancers. My balls, Naldo. You’re not selling my woman to any other fucker but me. That’s for sure, motherfucker.
One bodyguard shows up, looking for me. Reynaldo wants to talk with me before the show starts. I nod slightly and following him we reach a level down from the main salon and the yacht’s deck.
The bodyguard knocks softly on a double wooden door and another guy slides them open, moving backward a step, making room for me to enter.
Reynaldo is speaking on his cell phone, his back to me. I look around and there’s nobody else. The guy who opened the door is gone and there’s no sign of his bodyguards. I narrow my eyes, closing my hands in fists.
This is a priceless occasion to kill this sick bastard, ending this fucking nightmare before it’s even started. What would happen if I let myself go? What if I let out all my rage, unrestrained?
I narrow my eyes, staring at him. Reynaldo is dressed all in white. My heart is beating fast and I feel a shot of adrenaline rushing through my veins. Inhaling deeply, I close my eyes for a second, my mind racing. I’m already having visions of myself, killing this motherfucker.
I open my eyes, tightening my jaw when all of sudden I notice a light caress on my shoulder, followed by soft lips pressed against my neck, right at the spot where my vein is pulsing in time with my heartbeats. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the sweet mix of a scent I recognize all too damn well. Lilacs and cinnamon. Hanna’s.
“Not here, not now, Dominic,” she whispers against my skin, her lips tickling me, her warm breath making gooseflesh on my skin.
I let out the air I was holding and turning my head our gazes meet. There’s a silent question flashing in my eyes. Why the fuck can’t I kill him right here right now? Hanna’s eyes flash me the answer. Reynaldo’s not worth spending the rest of my life locked in prison. I narrow my eyes in suspicion, wondering if she has other plans for him?
I look at Hanna for a second. She’s wearing a silky robe and bare feet. I clench my teeth, looking at her from head to toe. Hanna smiles lightly and turning on her heels, she makes herself comfortable on a big couch, tucking her legs under her as she pulls out a cigarette, lighting it up.
Reynaldo ends his phone call and grinning widely, he gestures to me, telling me to follow him.
We enter a room that seems to be his office and he closes the door at his back. Reynaldo offers me a seat and he sat as well, pulling out a small wooden box from one of the drawers of his big desk. I narrow my eyes, chuckling as soon as I recognize that little damn box.
“I see you remember, Dom.” He grins devilishly. I mimic his grin, nodding ‘yes’.
Reynaldo pulls out a small hermetically closed plastic bag from inside as he starts to talk about the intell he has about Mia’s location. I tense slightly, hearing my sister’s name on his lips. He narrows his eyes slightly, laughing softly.
Reynaldo always liked Mia, but I never let him get close to her. He saw her just once and it was by chance. Thank God, back then, Mia was just twelve years old and not even he was that kind of sick bastard. At least, he always respected my family. But that was then, and now it’s a completely different thing. I’m sure he wouldn’t give a second thought to, fucking her senseless.
He made some phone calls, but all he knows by now it’s that Mia is still in the country, but he has no damn clue where exactly. Fuck, Hanna better know what she’s doing because if this fucker finds Mia, I know for sure that things are going to get out of hand in seconds.
Reynaldo makes four lines on a small mirror, snorting two of them with a thin silver straw. Then, he hands it to me, sliding the mirror on the table. I take a deep breath as I look down the thin long lines. This is the last chance I have before I jump down the rabbit hole. Hanna…
I close my eyes for a second, taking a new deep breath and bending my head, I sniff the coke.
Fuck!! Colombian coke is no joke and the fucker knows it. I feel the shit slightly burning my nasal walls as it burns a path, a bitter taste, down my throat. I shut my eyes tightly, pinching my nose. Shit! Blinking furiously, I open my eyes. Reynaldo is staring at me, grinning evilly.
“Fuck, man. It’s been a while.” I say, grinning. In response, he licks his teeth, laughing hard as he stands, walking to the small bar.
“Let’s have a couple of shots before the party starts, Toretto.” He says, grabbing two small bottles of tequila. I get to my feet as he hands me one. I open it and toasting with him, we both gulp them in two long draughts.
Reynaldo grins like a loony. “Damn, brother, I miss the old days, Dom.” He says, squeezing my shoulder.
My heart is racing and the temperature of my body is up at least a couple of degrees. I guess the coke is starting to work its magic. I laugh hard, tapping his shoulder.
“Let’s fuck some chick.” I say, winking at him. He nods ‘yes’ and we both head back to the suite.
There’s no sign of Hanna, but four bodyguards are already there, waiting for Reynaldo and his new friend.
They see six strippers, six exotic dancers doing their show. I see six stunning girls with no other choice but to play Reynaldo’s sick game.
They see perfect rounded tits and tight asses; I see silver full moons, rainbow peacock’s feathers, green apples, black roses, velvet sky blue clouds and turquoise butterflies. Those flawless paintings are covering their breasts and the girls have paired them with similar colours thongs.
They see sexy grins and mischievous gazes; I see smiles that don’t reach her eyes and gazes sparkling with disgust.
They see six priceless fucks; I see six women.
They see six pieces of meat; I see Elaine, Lydia, Renee, Jenn, Jazmine and my woman, Hanna.
These rich fuckers are in heaven, but I’m in Hell.
The fucking auction starts and I’m feeling sick with every new bid they make. There’s a fat fucker, sweating like a pig, smoking a big cigar. He’s bidding on two dancers, Renee and Elaine, but there’s a wannabe richie with blonde curly hair determined to have Elaine as well.
She’s dancing, swinging her hips around a steel bar. Those silver full moons have half of the guys bewitched. No wonder. That woman is something else, I swear.
I stare at her, narrowing my eyes as she flashes me with a genuine smile, one that actually reaches her eyes and my dick twitches inside my pants. I bet she’s able to give that fat fucker a heart attack if he’s around her for more than ten minutes and the blonde kid… I would say he wouldn’t last a round between her long legs. Too much woman for those two losers.
A little more than a year ago, I would bid on her without a second thought. But that was before Hanna.
I glance at Reynaldo from the corner of my eye and he’s staring at Hanna, gulping a new shot of tequila. Hanna is dancing with another chick, Jenn. If Cristal was putting on a hell of lesbian show before, these two are not joking around. Hanna and Jenn are dancing face to face, rubbing their bodies and stroking their skins. Damn! Turquoise butterflies and black roses never looked so fucking great together in real life.
A third guy enters to bid on Elaine. I didn’t even realize he was there. I don’t know when he joined the auction though; it seems he showed up from nowhere. His offer is so indecently high that Reynaldo lifts his hand, signaling that Elaine has been sold. The kid jumps to his feet and Reynaldo shoots him a menacing gaze, making him sit again, apologizing for his behavior.
This is Reynaldo’s game, so you have to play by his rules and here there’s no highway. It’s his way or you end with your brains splattered all over the carpeted floor of the salon.
I glance at the new guy as he gets to his feet. He’s as tall as I am. Black short hair, dark brown eyes. He’s in shape; I would say around 210 pounds of muscles and dressed in black suit pants and silky matching chemise.
He grins devilishly as he pays in cash for Elaine. Reynaldo laughs hard, offering him a shot of tequila. The guy nods ‘yes’ and grabbing the small glass, he gulps it, slamming it onto the table.
Elaine gives him the once over and she lets out the air I didn’t realize she was holding, smiling lightly. The guy walks to her side and grabbing her waist gently, he kisses her shoulder. Elaine’s smile grows and he winks at her. I don’t know why but I find myself narrowing my eyes in suspicion. This guy doesn’t look like the kind of fucker who would be around Reynaldo.
Finally, the kid makes a bid on Renee and Reynaldo nods in agreement, adding Cristal as an extra bonus. With Elaine and Renee sold, the fat fucker turns his beady eyes to Hanna and Jenn. My ass, asshole! You’re not putting your filthy hands on my woman unless I’m dead, not even then, fucker.
I can’t stop myself and a deep growl escapes my lips as my hands close in fists. Reynaldo looks at me, grinning as he snaps his fingers. One of his bodyguards, Miguel, bent his head slightly as Reynaldo says something to him, never taking his gaze off me. In response, he nods firmly and heads to the fat fucker. I hear him cursing and Reynaldo tenses, narrowing his eyes.
The fat fucker looks at us and, cleaning his sweat with a handkerchief, he reluctantly nods ‘yes’. A couple of minutes later, he’s paying his bid in cash and turning on his heels, he snaps his fingers in a much similar way to Reynaldo, staring at Lydia and Jazmine.
They look at their boss and he smiles widely. Then the chicks look at each other, grinning wickedly. I bet those two are already plotting something to keep the fat fucker from touching them. Smart bitches.
Just Jenn and Hanna are left. They are still doing their show for the rest of the guys. Reynaldo turns his head, staring at me again and making a gesture with his head, he gets to his feet heading directly to them. Jenn looks at me, grinning and Hanna tenses all at once, narrowing her eyes.
The auction is over, so I guess that the four of us are going to enjoy our little private show. I get to my feet, following Reynaldo and he introduces me to Jenn. I kiss the outside of her hand, giving her the once over as she smiled widely. Any other time, this chick would make me cum just looking at her eyes, but now…
Reynaldo guides us through the yacht to his suite, Hanna and Jenn are walking in front of me and I can’t get Hanna’s eyes out of my head.
We reach his suite. The design is classy so I guess that the decorating was to the last owner’s taste and not Reynaldo’s. He has no taste at all with the exception of chicks and cars.
Hanna and Jenn make themselves comfortable on a big plush couch as Reynaldo heads to the bar, pulling out a bottle of indecently expensive French champagne and two fine glass goblets.
I’m staring at Hanna’s eyes and what they’re flashing at me is making me feel like throwing up. She’s scared to death and I wonder why. I bet it’s not the first time she’s fucked Reynaldo, so I can’t help but wonder what’s making her shake like a leaf.
Reynaldo pours the champagne as I head toward him, grabbing the goblets. He winks at me as he grins evilly, whispering, asking me which chick I want first. In response, I chuckle replying if I have to choose. He laughs hard, shaking his head, saying that I won’t ever change as he pulls two bottles of tequila.
I turn around, heading to Hanna and Jenn. Hanna takes the goblet, thanking me and Jenn lifts her head, grinning to me. I look down at the table and there’s a silver tray with several lines of coke that Jenn already made for the four of us. Hanna follows my line of vision and I feel the tension radiating from her body.
Jenn offers me her hand and taking it, I sit at her side, making myself comfortable. Jenn leans against me, encircling my neck and whispers in my ear that I’m going to remember this night forever.
I feel my heart skipping a beat as my stomach clenches painfully. This chick is right but not for the reason she’s thinking. Fuck, Hanna! I tilt my head back a bit in time with a soft knock on the door. Reynaldo frowns slightly, padding toward the door.
Miguel is there, whispering something to his boss, causing Reynaldo to curse loudly in Spanish. He turns his head, his eyes sparkling with banked anger as he looks at Jenn. In two seconds, she releases me, getting to her feet.
It seems that someone wants her and Reynaldo is interested in doing business with the guy, so Jenn nods ‘yes’ while listening to her boss’ instructions, leaving the suite without looking at us. Damnit! I guess Fate is all ready to fuck with us. How the hell are we going to survive this shit?
I take a deep breath, glancing at Hanna from the corner of my eyes. She closes her eyes, taking a ragged breath, swallowing hard. Her hands are shaking slightly and slowly, she lifts the goblet, gulping the champagne in one draught. I guess it’s the best for now. If she’s a little drunk everything will be easier for both of us.
Reynaldo picks up his cell phone, asking us to start without him as his evil grin flashes at me. I’m fighting the urge right now to wipe that fucking grin off this motherfucker’s face, but I get slowly to my feet, offering my hand to Hanna. She lifts her head, locking eyes with me. She’s still trembling as she takes my hand squeezing it lightly.
Reynaldo is absorbed in his phone call, talking about bets, cars and races. Hanna bites her lower lip, just the right corner as she swallows hard, clearing her throat. Hanna’s eyes are screaming to me, she’s scared to death. What the fuck is happening here?
I narrow my eyes, reading her gaze. Shit! She has to be kidding. My mind starts to race, trying to digest everything Hanna is trying to tell me but she doesn’t dare or maybe she can’t force her voice out. Fuck, fuck, fuck. We’re going to die tonight. Damn, Hanna! We’re in deep shit, baby.
I swallow hard, clearing my throat as I crouch in front of her. We’re not gonna die, at least not tonight. “Do one line, baby, you’re going to need it.” I whisper softly. Hanna’s eyes widen in panic. I hold her gaze, stroking her wrist with my thumb. “Hanna…you gotta trust me, baby. I won’t let him hurt you, just trust me on this and we’ll survive tonight, ok?” I add gently as I pick the thin straw. Hanna’s eyes are brimming with tears, but she shuts her eyes tightly, nodding ‘yes’.
She opens her eyes as a soft whimper escapes her trembling lips and bending her head, she sniffs the line of coke. I close my eyes for a second, feeling adrenaline rushing through my veins. My heart is racing inside my chest in time with Hanna’s.
Ok, I can do this. I have to do this. I have no other choice, damnit! I have no other fucking choice.
Hanna lifts her head, locking eyes with me as she sniffles softly. “Fuck,” she hisses, swallowing hard. A heavy sigh leaves my lips as I get to my feet, pulling Hanna to me. “Dominic…please…” she breathes weakly.
“We’re going to fall into Hell, Hanna,” I whisper against her neck, kissing her skin. Hanna shivers violently as she presses her body against me. “But we’re going down together, baby.”
I sigh hard and taking her hand, we head toward the bedroom of the suite. I turn my head, looking at Reynaldo and he licks his lips, staring at us, still on the phone. In response, I grin devilishly, winking at him. You’re gonna fuck the body, but not the mind, motherfucker.
I did once and I will do it again. I healed her once and I’ll heal her again. Reynaldo won’t touch her soul, I won’t let him. I fucking promise myself. This sick bastard won’t hurt my woman.
I hug Hanna fiercely as I press my lips against her ear. Hanna tenses slightly and I press her even harder against me. “Listen to me and pay attention, ok?” Hanna nods against my neck, shivering. I take a deep breath, swallowing hard. “You’re going to close your eyes and you’re going to concentrate on my voice. No matter what he says or does, ok, baby?” Hanna whimpers softly, nodding ‘yes’.
I release her, taking a ragged breath as I pull my shirt off. Hanna is staring at my eyes. Her pupils are slightly contracted, so I guess the coke is working on her. She’s trembling less now as she moves backward, taking a seat on the big bed, pulling off her stilettos. I remove the rest of my clothes, climbing onto the bed as I hold her against me.
I lie back down; pulling her to me as Hanna makes herself comfortable, straddling my hips. I grab her head gently, burying my hands in her hair, locking eyes with Hanna. She inhales deeply, exhaling slowly, relaxing her body. Her hands are resting on my shoulders, stroking my skin.
“Hanna…do you trust me, baby?” I ask her, stroking her cheek with my thumb. Hanna’s eyes open wide as she nods ‘yes’.
“I do, I trust you, Dominic,” she whispers, smiling lightly.
We’re in complete silence, just holding our gazes when we feel the bed creaking slightly. Hanna tenses, pressing herself to me, as if that move would make it possible for her to disappear, melted with my body. I stroke her arms up and down, making gooseflesh on her skin as she closes her eyes.
Reynaldo’s hands are everywhere, touching her body, squeezing her breast. Hanna grits her teeth so tightly that her neck muscles tense and I press my lips against her ear, fighting back my nausea. I know I’m not gonna cum and neither is Hanna, but we’re going to put on a hell of a show for this fucker.
I take a deep breath, forcing the air through my lungs and I start gently sucking Hanna’s earlobe. I made her cum once just doing that and for the life of me I’ll do it tonight again.
Through Hanna’s lips passes a moan in time with Reynaldo’s mouth, licking her back. She squeezes my shoulders, digging her nails in my skin when Reynaldo rips her thong. I know the fucker is high and almost drunk. I can smell his breath. I bet he did at least a couple of more lines and he probably gulped another bottle of tequila before he joined us. If we make this right, everything will be done in a matter of minutes.
I close my hands in fists, grabbing Hanna’s hair gently as I keep sucking, licking and nibbling her ear and her neck, whispering in her ear the things I used to say to her.
I hear Reynaldo laughing, saying that he never saw a whore so wet in all his damn life. Hanna swallows hard. I know she’s about to puke, just hearing him, talking about the great ass she has, adding why we don’t both do her at once. I don’t even know how I manage to do it, but glancing at him over Hanna’s shoulder, I chuckle, replying that I’m not gonna last long, so he better hurry up and fuck her.
Reynaldo’s cold laugher echoes throughout the bedroom as he thrusts into her in one violent move. Hanna bites her lips so hard that she’s bleeding slightly as silent tears roll down her cheeks. I take her hands, encircling my neck with her arms. Her eyes are shut so tightly that I’m not sure if she will be able to open them again. I encircle her waist, pressing my lips against her ear.
“Relax, baby,” I whisper gently as I stroke her back, drawing circles. “You’re not with him, Hanna; you’re with me, baby.” Hanna opens her eyes, looking at me as I tilt my head back.
Reynaldo is thrusting into her wet sex. I made sure he’s not hurting her. We lock eyes and time stops for us. Hanna is crying silently, her eyes flickering to mine. We’re far away from this place and our souls are flying together. I start moving in time with Reynaldo, never letting my gaze off Hanna’s eyes as I keep whispering to her the things I used to say while we were making love.
Hanna bends her head, making our foreheads press together. We’re at the beach, making love. I’m describing the place, our feelings, our words. My voice is low enough so Hanna can hear me but not Reynaldo.
She’s moving her hips in time with mine. Reynaldo is not with us anymore. We’re alone, making love. We’re breathing in time as our hearts are beating in unison. Hanna is moaning, her eyes never leaving mine and all of sudden, I notice Reynaldo’s weight upon me. And I realize that he has come.
Laughing he rolls to one side, grinning like a fucking loony, saying that Hanna is the best fuck he’s had in years, wondering why the fuck he waited so long to fuck her. Reynaldo climbs out the bed and heads toward the bathroom, stumbling on his feet.
I glance at him from the corner of my eye, making myself a new promise. Reynaldo Casamajor won’t put a foot in prison because I will kill him first. I don’t know how or when, but this sick motherfucker won’t last long. I don’t give a damn about the FBI’s deal and I don’t fucking care if I have to spend the rest of my life locked in Lompoc. I know it like I know my name is Dominic Alfredo Toretto.
I keep staring at Hanna’s eyes, those beautiful green eyes, grayish sparks around the pupils. She takes a ragged breath as she whispers softly.
“I love you, Dominic.”
I feel my heart stopping dead and, grabbing her face gently, I brush her lips with mine and without thinking; I close the distance between our lips. Hanna tenses slightly just to relax two seconds later.
The kiss starts gently at first, just to turn fierce and possessive. I lost myself in her taste, in her scent. Our tongues dancing first, fighting for supremacy in seconds. I growl between her lips as she moans softly. After what seems an eternity, we break the kiss, staring at each others eyes.
We won’t be like we used to be anymore, but we went through this together and we survived. I thought I would die; watching Hanna fucking Reynaldo, but what I experienced tonight was my woman making love with me at the beach.
We’ve been in Hell and now we’re back. The devil wanted to fuck with us, but we managed to fuck him and we did that together because we have no other choice. We’re still alive because we trusted in each other.
My eyes flicker to Hanna’s. They are sparkling with tears. But I guess she’s not crying for what she has gone through tonight. I feel my heart still racing inside my chest and it has nothing to do with the coke I’ve done or the tequila I drank. It has to do with the fact that I’m looking at my woman’s eyes and the only thing I see in those eyes is what she feels for me. Love.
“I love you, Hanna,”