Chapter 6. What's Mine Is Mine
I stared blankly at the wall of the hotel. My body still felt numb from the events that took place.
“Andrew?” Ace murmured. “You need to calm down. Maybe we should get back home.”
“No,” I spat. “I’m not leaving until every one of those fuckers are dead. You can leave if you want to, but I won’t.”
Austin stared at me worriedly and shook his head. “You’re definitely a Garcia.”
“At least wait until we have more backup. I can get a few guys out here. Look, I know that what happened is bad—”
“Bad?” I shouted. “It was a fucking catastrophe!” What’s mine is mine, and when you fuck with what is mine, I get pissed off.
“Look, you’re pissed off. I get it, but sometimes thinking smart rather than vengeful works out better,” Ace said.
“No,” I said and laughed humorlessly. “No, Dad. I’m way fucking past pissed off. I’m not leaving Jacksonville until every Latin King in this city is dead. I’ll do it without your help.”
Stormy and Abigail came into the room. Abigail put Stormy on the bed and walked over to me.
“Andrew, relax. Abigail is fine,” Ace said. “Things could have been far worse. She’s alive, and that’s the only thing that matters.”
I shook violently with anger. My breathing hadn’t slowed since I dropped Abigail from four stories up. Ace had managed to catch Abigail by some fucking miracle, and both of them had fallen to the ground but weren’t hurt.
“Ace, can you take Stormy out for some ice cream. I’ll talk to him,” Abigail said softly.
“No!” I snapped. “No. She’s not leaving this room. Neither of you are until—”
Abigail threw her hand over my mouth, so Stormy didn’t hear the violence that threatened to explode from my mouth. “Ace, Austin, please.”
“I’ll take care of her,” Ace promised.
Ace grabbed Stormy and smiled at her. “What is your favorite ice cream?” he asked as he headed for the door.
“Chocolate,” Stormy said.
“Chocolate? No way. Mine too,” Ace cooed at her. Austin followed after him and closed the door.
Abigail kept her eyes on mine. She raked her fingers through my hair, which sent a shiver down my spine. “It’s okay, baby,” she murmured. “I’m okay. Look at me. I’m fine. I’m not hurt.” She pressed her body against mine. Her long curly brown hair fell over her shoulder, and she smiled.
“But what if you hadn’t been?” My throat tightened as I spoke. “What if you—”
“I didn’t. Okay?” she said sternly. She stood on her toes and pecked me on the lips. “Calm down.”
As everything sank in, I slowly calmed down, but an intense feeling bubbled up inside of me. Both of my girls were safe, and they were with me. Abigail didn’t resent me for what happened today.
“Andy, what—” Abigail stopped and swallowed hard as she took in the intensity that had built in my eyes. I brought her hand to my cheek and inhaled the sweet scent of the perfume on her wrist. My lips brushed softly against her wrist, and my throat went dry.
It wasn’t just about sex. I needed to feel her, to wrap my head around the fact that she was here with me. I needed her the same way I needed oxygen to breathe. The irrational thoughts that swarmed around my mind like a thousand bees dissipated, and suddenly it was just her. There wasn’t any way to describe or compare her. Touching her was like touching Heaven, but somehow better than that.
My lips caught hers. She wouldn’t deny me of what I wanted because she desired the same thing. Instead of talking out the fear and frustration we felt, we let our bodies do the talking instead because, for whatever reason, that’s the way we were as a couple. We didn’t have to talk things out all the time like some couples did. We just knew what the other wanted. Being with her didn’t have to be forced. I loved the way her tongue moved with mine and how her body fit into mine.
Abigail lifted her arms and broke the kiss. She stared into my eyes, and without saying a word, her eyes screamed, take me. My hand slid slowly beneath her shirt and slid up her torso. Her skin burned hot beneath my fingers. I threw the shirt off of her, and my eyes swept over her body.
The moment reminded me of the first time I ever looked at her. Her body stunned me. She unbuttoned her jeans and shook them off. My eyes trailed to the area of her body that gave me the most physical pleasure. Is it possible to be jealous of the thong that she wears? She had almost nothing left on, and yet I was still fully dressed. I didn’t care. I just wanted to worship her with my eyes first.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmured. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. How the hell did I almost let you get away from me?” I pressed my lips to her nose, lips, cheek, neck, and breast before I dropped to my knees. My tongue slipped out and lightly touched the skin of her abdomen.
Abigail whimpered and tangled her fingers into my hair.
My hands were on fire as they traced the curves of her hips down to her ass. I pulled her closer and pulled her thong down with my teeth. To say I was obsessed with Abby was putting it lightly.
“Andy, please,” she whispered. She pulled my hair.
My tongue slipped between her wet folds. Her sweet aroma made my mouth water. The taste of her was somehow better than I remembered.
The more my tongue played with her clit, the wetter she became. Her legs started to tremble. I ate her out plenty of times but never standing. Her body slumped forward slightly. I gripped onto her hips to support some of her weight. I couldn’t fathom the time it would take to move to the bed. I wanted to kiss and touch her everywhere, to appreciate the fact that she’s here.
Moans escaped her as her orgasm shook through her body. “Oh, god. Andy,” she moaned.
That sound was unlike anything else, and if she knew that, she would understand how I couldn’t ever want anyone else. She was too perfect for Heaven and too damn incredible for me.
Her body slumped. I lifted her and carried her to the bed. Her chest rose and fell heavily with mine. She pulled my shirt over my head with trembling hands.
The rest of my clothes disappeared. I hovered over her, taking in her gorgeous figure. Her eyes captured mine before I thrusted inside her. She bit down on her lip to stop from moaning.
I grabbed her bottom lip between my teeth. “Don’t do that, bebé. I love the sounds you make,” I whispered.
She moaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts against my bare chest. My eyes fell to her breast, and my mouth watered. My thrusts were slow at first because I just wanted to enjoy being inside her, but she wasn’t about to let me have it my way. She dug her nails into my back and bit down on the sensitive spot on my neck.
I put her legs over my shoulders and slowly pulled out of her before I slammed my throbbing cock back into her. The headboard slammed against the wall. I hope we don’t have neighbors.
My eyes fell to where my cock dove into her. Something about it drove me crazy. Watching my cock pleasure, her felt just as good as being inside of her. I groaned in pleasure. I couldn’t imagine anything that felt as amazing as her.
“Harder,” she moaned.
The bedframe hit the wall so hard that I thought for sure we would either break the bed or the wall. I started slurring bad things in Spanish, naughty things that she probably didn’t understand because she knew very little Spanish.
She moaned loudly, and the skin between her legs became wet, causing a smacking sound. Her eyes rolled back. She pleaded for me to keep going, and I did. My body trembled as I released inside her. The bed shook, and the room shook. Hell, it felt like the entire state of Florida had an earthquake.
I collapsed on top of her but supported some of my weight with my arms. More slurred Spanish words escaped my lips which were next to her ear.
She turned her head to look at me and smiled. “What did you say?”
I chuckled. “Bebé, I don’t think you’re ready to know the things I say in Spanish.”
She giggled and looked away.
I thought about it for a moment. “Heaven couldn’t compare to you,” I murmured.
Her eyes flickered to mine with a mix of confusion and shock. “W-what?”
“That’s the last thing I said in Spanish. I said, Heaven couldn’t compare to you,” I said. “The other things I said were much dirtier, though.” A smirk tugged at the corners of my mouth.
She bit down on her lip. “I think I should learn Spanish.”
“No. Don’t do that,” I argued and shook my head. “I kind of like that you can’t understand some of the things I say.”
She giggled and snorted. “Is it that bad?”
“Sometimes,” I admitted. “You know, I was thinking. . .” I trailed off.
She raised her head a fraction and knitted her eyebrows together. “While we were having sex? How can you even think when we’re. . .” she trailed off and chuckled.
“I mean, not very well, which is why I think it’s good you don’t always understand the things I say. Some of it doesn’t come out right,” I said and laughed.
She shoved me off of her and giggled. “Okay. Get to the point.”
“What if we have neighbors?” I gazed at the bedframe.
Her lips parted in shock. “That’s like the best sex we ever had, and you’re worried about neighbors?”
“Well, I don’t want them to know how good it is. What if the neighbor is a guy?” I teased.
She grabbed a pillow and smacked me with it. “What if it’s a woman?”
“You’ll claw her eyes out if she looks at me,” I said and chuckled.
Abby huffed. “Damn right.”
I rolled onto my back and laughed, but the laughter died when she straddled me. My eyes fell from her eyes to her lips and her breasts. I bit down on my lip, trying to fight the urge of getting hard again.
She hovered over me, her face close to mine, demanding my attention. “I want to know what you said.”
“I say a lot of things,” I murmured. Part of me didn’t want to tell her some of the things I said because I wasn’t sure she was ready to hear them or that I was ready for her to understand them.
“Please,” she begged. Her thick red lips inched closer to mine.
“Don’t plead with me like that. It’s not fair,” I murmured.
She pressed her soft, warm lips against mine. Her lips pressed to my jaw just below my mouth. She continued to plant kisses along my jaw to my neck.
“I forgot what we were talking about,” I whispered. “Your tactics aren’t working, bebé. They’re only triggering amnesia.”
Her eyes locked with mine, and she giggled. “What makes you think it’s any kind of tactic?” She lowered her lips to my ear. Her breath tickled my neck, ear, and the side of my face. “Maybe I’m just trying to get you hard again.”
“Bebé, you don’t have to try. You do bad things to me,” I murmured. I forced her to hover over my already hard cock. I sat up and latched onto one of her nipples. Without warning, I slammed my cock inside of her again, mumbling things she didn’t understand in Spanish.
“Just tell me already,” she demanded.
“Nah. It keeps it interesting,” I teased and thrusted into her again.
She threw her head back and moaned my name.
Abigail paced back and forth in the hotel room. She stopped and faced me. She threw her arms in the air and stared at me in disbelief. “Andy, you can’t kill my brother.”
I stared up at her for a moment and fell back onto the bed. “Okay, fine. I’ll try to keep him out of it.”
“How are you going to do that?”
“He’s only going to have one way out of it, and that’s to come with me,” I said and shrugged.
“What if he doesn’t?”
“If he can’t side with his own sister, maybe he doesn’t deserve to live.”
“I feel that,” Austin said. Austin and Ace bumped fists.
“Andy, you better talk to him. Don’t kill him for nothing. Maybe he wants out,” Abigail said.
“I’ll try, okay? But I can’t let him go once I tell him because he could warn the others. If he tries getting away from me to warn them. . .” I trailed off and grimaced.
Abby groaned and plopped down on the bed beside me.
“Look, let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that, okay?” I said to her. I pulled her hands away from her face and held them tightly in mine. “I can’t let them get away with what they did, Abby. You could have died. It’s a miracle that you didn’t.”
“I’m going to go see if I can find him before the others get here.”
“You’re sure they meet at eight o’clock?” Austin asked.
“They do every night,” I said. “Just like clockwork.” I got to my feet and walked out of the hotel room.
The others would be here by seven o’clock. We would have just enough time to wire the place and blow it up.
On my bike, it didn’t take me long to get to Sean’s apartment. I kind of missed my bike. I would have to figure out a way to get it to California. Sean’s bike sat in the parking lot, so I knew he was home.
My fist pounded on the door impatiently.
“Hold on,” Sean yelled.
A moment later, the door swung open. His eyes widened when he took in my murderous expression. I shoved him into the apartment and slammed the door.
“Hey, Sean,” I said and smirked.
“H-hey,” he stammered.
Chelsea came into the living room with a pink robe on. “What’s going on?”
“Babe, just go get dressed. It’s fine,” Sean said.
“Yes, Chelsea, go get dressed.” My eyes flickered to her. “It’s fine,” I mocked. My gaze fell back on Sean.
Chelsea slowly retreated and went back to the bedroom. The door closed with a soft thud.
Sean only had a pair of shorts on.
I tilted my head and smirked. “You want to get dressed too, buddy. We’re going out tonight.”
“What are you talking about, man? I have to meet up with the Kings in like two hours.”
“Hm. No, actually, you’re not. Not if you want to see the sunset tomorrow.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Confusion twisted in Sean’s eyes, and he shifted his weight to one leg and then the other.
“They’re all going to die tonight. And if you want to live, you’re not going to be at that meeting. They tried to kill your fucking sister today, and they damn near got away with it,” I snapped.
“What?” he raised his eyebrows, and shock clouded his eyes.
“Man, if I find out that you knew—”
“I didn’t,” he said. “Of course, I didn’t know. Mateo doesn’t like talking about you when I’m even around because he knows you’re tied to my sister, but the son of a bitch promised me he wouldn’t come after Abigail.”
“Well, he did,” I spat. “And he’s not going to get away with what he did to her today.”
“What the fuck did he do?”
Chelsea came back into the living room.
“He kicked in her door, shot at her, and then pushed her off the top of the complex. My dad, Ace, just barely caught her.”
“Jesus,” he whispered. “So, what makes you think you’re going to pull this off.”
“I brought friends,” I said. “My family. . .” I corrected. “Well, let’s just say that my family is huge. They’re happy they found me, and they’re willing to get me out of the mess I’m in. Not only that, but they’re stronger and bigger than Mateo’s gang. You’re going to help me kill them too. This is your chance to get out of it. I’ll help you with money to get by until you find another job. You’re smart, Sean. You don’t need these guys. I can help you, but you have to help me. Besides, you owe it to your sister and niece.”
Sean nodded. “I would never be okay with anyone harming Abigail or Stormy.”
That’s something we can agree on. “Me neither.”
Sean turned around and headed for his bedroom but gave Chelsea a quick peck on the cheek before he disappeared.
I smiled at Chelsea.
She shivered slightly.
I knew that I creeped her out, and I knew the reason why. “I didn’t do it, you know?”
“D-do what?” she asked, confused.
“I didn’t kill my siblings. My mother woke up, and she confirmed that I didn’t do it. Harold, her husband, is the one who killed them.”
“O-oh,” she stammered. She looked at me with disbelief.
“Ask Abigail if you don’t believe me. You’ll be seeing her shortly,” I said.
Chelsea nodded and looked away. “I believe you.” She didn’t look like she believed me in the slightest.
After a moment of awkward silence, Sean came out of his bedroom, and Chelsea relaxed slightly.
“I want you to head to the hotel without me. It’s room number forty-six at the Hampton Inn and Suites. I’ll call Abigail and let her know you’re on your way. I won’t be too far behind you, but try to watch out and make sure none of Mateo’s men see you,” I said.
I dialed Abigail’s number as I headed into her apartment.
“Hello?” she answered worriedly.
“Your brother and Chelsea will be over soon.”
Abigail breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
“I’ll be back soon.” I hung up the phone. I packed up some of her important things into a tote, things that couldn’t be replaced. We planned to come back after the items before we left.
I went to my apartment and did the same thing. I had less than Abigail and Stormy did. There wasn’t much to me that I considered sentimental.
The others were there by the time I got back to the hotel. We could barely fit all of us into the small room. It wasn’t too small, but small enough.
As soon as I got into the room, Stormy raced to get to me. I opened my arms, and the beautiful little girl jumped into them.
I smiled at her. “Hey, bug,” I said and pecked her forehead. I rubbed her back gently as she clung to me. “We’ll throw you a real birthday party when we get back to California.”
“Lots of toys and cake,” I said.
“Okay,” she said and smiled. She rested her head on my shoulder and patted my neck.
Abigail smiled and shook her head. “She loves you a lot. You know that?”
“Yeah, I know,” I said and pecked Abigail on the lips. “Just not nearly as much as I love her.”
Aria hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek. “Are you okay, baby? Your dad told me what happened.”
“I’m fine, Mom,” I said.
Aria’s eyes widened. “You called me Mom,” she cooed.
“He called me Dad first. You lose,” Ace snickered.
I chuckled. “Were you placing bets?”
“That’s what they do,” Angel said and nodded.
Andrea chuckled. “You don’t want to know what some of those bets are either,” she said and made a face.
I chuckled and shook my head. “No, I don’t.”
Abigail snuck under my arm and smiled up at me. “I love you,” she mouthed.
“I love you more,” I mouthed back.
“Are you ready, Benny?” Luis asked.
“Almost,” Benny said.
“You know, you would think after doing this for the last forty damn years you would be a little faster,” Joey said and chuckled.
“Listen here, asshole.” Benny pointed a pair of plyers at Joey. “I have arthritis and carpal tunnel from building all of these bombs and all the computer hacking. I’m supposed to be retired, okay? Does nobody in this damn family know what that word means?”
Everyone looked at each other.
“No,” everyone chorused.
Abigail and I shared a glance and laughed at our new family. Not just my new family because what they would do for me is the same as what they would do for Abigail and Stormy—I spent enough time with them to realize that. It meant a lot to me that they were good to Abigail and Stormy. I knew I wouldn’t need to worry about them every treating Stormy different from their other grandkids. They were a special group of people. A little crazy, but very loving and I found that extraordinary.