Mi Carino (36 page)

“
Get out of the car.”
A deep voice spoke
.

“
What? For what?”

“
Get out of the car now. Don’t make me ask again.”

“
Well I…I don’t think…”

Marcella thought she heard Susan fumbling then gasp. She listened harder waiting for Susan to say anything, but nothing was said, then the phone clicked off. Immediately she dialed again. No answer. “Shit!” She tossed her phone and drove faster, taking the side roads that she knew led to the Meat Packing district. Diego didn’t know Susan. He’d never met her before. What if he thought she was a threat?

Jeesh! She sounded like he was a criminal or something. He wasn’t. Of course he wasn’t.

Marcella stopped herself. Susan would be okay. Diego’s a businessman not a gangster. They probably wanted to find out who she was. She’d get there and clear it all up.  Marcella’s eyes cut over to her cell phone. She picked it up, her heart lodged in her throat. She thumb dialed her friend again then tried to relax through the voicemail message that now answered. She had turned the phone off.

“
Shit! Shit!”

“
Says her name is Susan Sands, that she knows the boss. What should we do with her?”

Diego looked up. Lance accepted the woman’s purse, removing the wallet and checking her identification.
Susan?
Diego immediately recognized the name the hired guard said. He stepped over and Lance looked up. “Want me to handle her?” he handed him the identification. Diego studied the face.

“
Have a talk with her, and send Marcella to me when she arrives,” he said handing the identification back.

“
Boss there is no other woman.” The guard stuttered.

“
There will be,” Diego said, and stepped away. His trench swept the floor, opened and parted with each step. He returned to the loft overhang and looked out below. So Marcella had put her friend on him? He was right, he couldn’t trust her. And to think that he almost did.

When she doubled back she saw it. His sports car, dark SUVs, all parked by what looked to be a newly renovated warehouse. Marcella spotted Susan’s car and let go a deep sigh of relief. It had only been fifteen minutes, not even that. Where could she be? Gripping the steering wheel she thought it over quickly and decided on the limited choice she had, after all this fell on her shoulders. 

Parking next to her friend’s Mercedes she turned off the ignition. Two men dressed in dark suits and coats stepped out of the front of the warehouse. They stood there observing, neither approached. She reached for her purse and then got out.
What a stupid fucking idea this had been
.

One of the men approached. His stony expression drained her of bravery. Her eyes went up to the many windows of the warehouse then back down to the man who wore sunglasses and a displeased scowl.

“
Hi. Um, I need to…see…”

“
The boss wants to see you.
Sígueme
.”

Any hope she had of Susan’s cloak and dagger routine going undetected blew out with those words. She nodded, confirming that she would, then walked in through the opened door. He led her through an empty warehouse to the back. Her black peep-toe stilettos echoed softly, the men’s heavy footfalls did not. Her eyes scanned everything, searching for anything telling. Her escort led her up the stairs.  She passed offices of workers. His staff’s eyes flipped up repeatedly with vacant stares, watchful. It’s an operation of some sort, a business operation. That calmed her, settled some of her fears. But why this place, and what could so many people be working on at once?

“
In here.” The man gruffly ordered.

Marcella looked from him to the open door. She had no choice but to enter. When she did the door closed behind her. Polished, but quite empty, the office had a large desk with a chair, a sofa and an end table. She walked through the door, racked with nerves and anxiety. What would Diego say? What would he think? He would have to understand that he drove her to this. No matter how silly it felt.

Nothing in the office reminded her of him. Just like his home. Then suddenly something did catch her eye. She noticed the wall behind the desk had partitions and a divider in the middle.

Marcella looked back to the door. It remained closed. She shed her coat and her purse then walked over to drop them on the sofa before approaching the wall. Running her hand over it she found it solid. She tapped it, hit it, pushed at it, nothing.

“
The drawer. Top left.” A voice spoke behind her.

She looked back to see Diego. He walked in and closed the door. She hadn’t heard him. He stared at her coolly.

“
I…I can explain,” she began.

“
Drawer, top left.”

She looked to the desk then to him. “Where’s Susan?”

He just stared at her. Her eyes again went to the drawer. She walked over and drew it open. Inside was a remote. A remote? She removed it and stared at the buttons. There were larger ones to the center that said ‘Open’. Her gaze lifted to Diego then dropped to the remote. She turned it on the cabinet; one push and the partition drew back. Marcella’s eyes stretched at the many monitors on the screen. Some of them from places she recognized on the boardwalk, factory stores, restaurants, and shops. One of them in particular appeared familiar. Her eyes narrowed when Ginger shot past the sofa. It was the beach house. Her heart started to race. She stepped toward the screen, using the arrow buttons to switch from room to room. The screens covered the lower level of the beach house, one of his office.

“
You lied. You do spy on me?” She said. “Explain it Diego!”

“
This used to belong to Juan Juarez. He liked to watch everything. His workers, his wife, his mistresses.” Diego gave her a dark sly smile.

“
You own this? Everything.”

“
I do.”

“
Why? What does this man mean to you?”

He didn’t answer.

“
Where is Susan? Did you hurt her? If you laid a hand on her I swear to God.”

“
Press three.” He answered.

She did and the monitor to the left flashed on a room. There he was, the handsome black man that once introduced himself as Lance. The man that threatened Richard. Susan grinned up in his face. He stood there staring at her but she knew her friend, she was flirting. Marcella sighed. Busted. With nothing.

“
So you think I’m a monster, capable of hurting your friend?” Diego asked.

“
This is ridiculous. I can explain.”

“
Don’t bother. Get the hell out, and take your friend with you.”

“
What?”

“
You heard me.”

“
I’m sorry.”

“
No need to apologize. We are done. I just want you gone. And don’t worry
nena
I won’t come begging with flowers.” He turned to leave but the remote flew past his head, nearly missing his skull, it crashed into the door in front of him. He cut her a look from over his shoulder.

“
What did you expect? What! You don’t tell me anything. You hide everything, everything! Even your damn heart! I told you I loved you and you thought that meant I needed sex? What did you expect me to do? Don’t you see I’m desperate?”

“
I TOLD YOU TO BE PATIENT WITH ME!”

“
No you didn’t. You never said be patient! You never said anything!” she put a hand to her forehead. Sniffing she tried to focus, struggled to keep focus. “You never told me anything Diego, I love you but…you scare me. I didn’t know if you were… married or...”

“
Dangerous?” he asked turning taking a step toward her. “I am, very dangerous, but I’ve never put you in danger.” He walked toward her. “You come here, allow that man in my house, spy on me! I knew I couldn’t trust you, that I shouldn’t have bothered, but you were good… really good at convincing me.”

Marcella stepped back hurt.

“
Tú traicionar me!”

“
I didn’t betray you. I don’t even know you!” She shouted back.

He was on her in a flash, backing her up with his presence, his eyes dangerous and dark, his face close. “Do you want to know me Marcella? Do you want me to show you why they fear me? Do you?”

“
Stop.”

“
It’s what you came for.” He said advancing on her forcing her to back up against the screens. “You’re brave
nena
, you want to know all of me?”

“
Don’t push me this far.” Marcella said.

His nostrils flared, his face so close she could the feel the warmth of his breath escaping
t
hi
e
m.  She tensed all over, not sure if he’d grab her or worse. She couldn’t breathe. “Diego, stop it, please.”

He didn’t move. He just kept glaring into her eyes, forcing her to look into the caged rage he kept chained, just barely, threatening her with just a look.

“
I didn’t mean to spy. Just calm down.”

“
Take off your skirt.”

“
No!” she said shaking her head. “No! You drove me to this.” She went around him. “I’ll just leave until you calm down.”

“
TAKE OFF YOUR SKIRT!”

“
I’m not going to do it. Stop it, can’t you see what you’re doing to us, to me, how you keep, keep doing this to me. I only want you, not this, not this dammit!”

He smirked. He grabbed her face, at first his hold was no different than it had ever been, but soon it grew tight as a vice, his fingers pressed hard into her jaw. “You said you were desperate, show me.”

He stepped back glaring. Marcella let tears fall. “Don’t do this.”

“
Get down on your knees! That’s where those that disobey me belong. It’s where I put Juan Juarez the sniveling bastard! You wanted to know who am I, what I do when I am betrayed? I’ll show you. Now get on your damn knees!”

“
NO!” she shouted through tears.

He grabbed her by the arm. Though she struggled he proved to be stronger. Everything happened so fast. He was on the sofa and dragging her down to him. She fought for release but he flipped her and put her over his lap. “Diego let me up! What are you doing! Don’t!”

His hand to her back forced her down. His other hand shoved up her skirt. She froze as he ripped at her panty and tore it from her hips. The coolness of the room covered her bare ass. Her eyes stretched, and he delivered a whack, then another and another. Her mind grappled with the truth. He was spanking her. Marcella struggled to rise but he forced her back down and swatted her ass three consecutive times. She weakened. He rubbed the sting in with his hot palm. His smooth touch warmed her ass and her sex. Several jolts of heat arched through her channel causing her to tremble all the way to her womb. Inexplicably she felt the delicious sensation pool trough her pelvis bringing her close to climax. He spanked her ass with rapid swats. Each smack grew noisier and noisier. Marcella squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the sofa cushions, her bottom lip quivering. She released the first orgasm with a loud gasp; her essence trickled along her inner thighs.