Sinner's Son (Savage Sons Motorcyle Club) (5 page)

"Mama, why didn't you go to college?" Nadia asked me.

"My mama didn't have the money for it," I told her, leaving out the part about my running away after one of my mother's string of boyfriends had tried to climb in bed with me when I was fourteen.

"I wish she weren't dead," Nadia said, repeating the lie I'd told her. "It would be nice to know my grandmother."

"She would have loved you," I said, knowing the statement to be false.

Nadia pulled her book from her backpack, and I leaned back in the hard plastic chair, thinking of all the things I wanted to spare my daughter. My mother had been a drunk and had paraded a constant stream of "uncles" through my life. She'd sleep late, party all night, and most of the time, just left me to my own devices. Knowing that she didn't really care about me was bad enough, but when the last "uncle" had tried to force his hand underneath my nightgown, I'd had it. I'd waited until he and my mother passed out, and I'd packed a bag and never looked back.

We'd lived halfway between Chihuahua and Juarez, in a little town so small that it wasn't even on most maps I'd seen. I'd hitched a ride to Juarez, hoping that I could find a way to cross the border into the Promised Land to the north. Here I was, though, still in Juarez, a thirty-two-year-old single mother of a teenager. A whore. Owned by Don Roberto and his cartel.

The buzzing of the washers brought me back to the present, and Nadia and I piled the heavy clothes into our baskets. Once we got home, she handed me clothespins as we hung the clothes up to dry in the little courtyard, making the most of the surprisingly warm January day. When everything was hung up and we'd done some housework, I let Nadia run over to her girlfriend's house to hang out for a bit, while I cooked dinner and got ready for work.

I covered a ceramic dish that held fresh tamales and some leftover salsa verde and put it in the oven to warm. I stood in front of my closet and wondered what I should wear. It was my experience that men from the U.S. liked a traditional Mexican look, and even though I didn't exactly look the part, I decided to play to my customers a bit. I laid out a bright red peasant top -- one that was sheer and very low cut. The jeans I would wear hugged my curves, accentuating my ass in a way that I knew men liked. I picked out tiny, black panties and a black lace bra that I knew would be visible beneath the shirt, and I looked in the mirror, trying to decide if I needed to wash my hair before I went out. Finally decided that the crazy waves of my long, dark curly hair would never have time to dry, I decided to put my hair up and take a quick shower before Nadia was due home.

I was dressed in a clean white robe when Nadia and I sat down to dinner, and I listened to all of the gossip about the other girls in her school. I knew that she probably would have liked to go to a co-ed school, but I didn't want her to follow in my footsteps and end up pregnant before she finished high school.

"Will you be busy tonight, Mama?"

"I believe so. I think there are several big groups coming in, and Luis told me to expect to have to work late."

"I hope Gabriela will let me stay up late to watch TV," Nadia said, eyes shining with excitement. "
American Idol
is on tonight."

"I'm sure she'll let you," I assured her. "And you'll have to tell me what happens since I'll miss it." I looked at the clock. "Time for me to get ready, little one. You're sure you're okay walking to Gabriela's on your own?"

"Mama, it's only four houses down. I'll be fine," she said, in a classic, irritated teenaged girl tone.

"Be good, my love, and we'll go out for lunch after church tomorrow."

Nadia gathered her book and her pajamas and stuffed them in her backpack. She headed for the door, stopped, and rushed back to kiss me on the cheek. "I love you, Mama," she said, heading outside.

She was the reason I worked so hard. I was going to save enough to send her off to a better life.

I dressed quickly, arranging my wildly curly hair into what I hoped were sexy, long waves. I slicked on lipstick as red as my shirt and lined my eyes with heavy liner that made my eyes look enormous. I knew I looked good, and I hoped that the men Luis was bringing in had plenty of money and were willing to part with it. I knew that it was too much to hope for that they would be kind as well. I could stand anything, though, to take care of Nadia.

"Very nice, Encantada," Luis said as I stepped inside Lupita's after my six block walk. "Your customers will be pleased, I think."

I hated Luis more than words could express, but I couldn't afford to let my feelings show. "Gracias," I answered with a smile, before heading back to the kitchen to start preparing the bar for what I hoped would be a busy night.

""Wait," Luis said, as I turned away. "You won't be behind the bar tonight. Don Roberto has some guests who are thinking about increasing their business. They requested some special attention, and we have selected you and Fantasia to entertain them. You will be upstairs this evening, and you will do anything ... absolutely anything they require." He narrowed his eyes. "You understand, Encantada?"

I hated the fucking name they'd given me when I'd started whoring for them, but I answered to it. They owned me, and we both knew it. "I understand. I'll take good care of them."

I walked back toward the kitchen to collect a bottle of tequila and some glasses. Usually, tequila was what gringos wanted to drink, and if they desired anything else, I'd come back to fetch it for them. As I carried the liquor upstairs to the little bedroom where I'd spend the night, I thought about how I'd come to work for Luis and for Don Roberto. It was something that I didn't dwell on often. I'd never be able to know for sure if there had been some other way -- some way to avoid the trap that they'd set for me -- that had captured me so securely that I didn't expect that I'd ever be free -- at least not until I aged enough that I was no longer desirable.

Quietly closing the door of the small bedroom, I looked around. It was clean and dimly lit by a pair of lamps on either side of the full-sized bed. I pulled back the sheets to make sure they were clean, and I checked to make sure there were plenty of condoms in the nightstand drawer. Tools of the trade. I picked up the glasses and wiped the mouth of them clean, knowing that the dishwashers in the kitchen didn't bother to make sure that every glass was spotless. Certain that the room was ready, I opened the door and walked back downstairs to find out when Luis expected the visitors.

A few folks had filtered in off the street, mostly locals, and most of them men who worked for Don Roberto. I knew that they got steep discounts on their cerveza and tequila, and Don Roberto got the benefit of their muscle -- and their guns -- if there happened to be a problem. I was glad that I was too valuable a whore to have to sleep with the majority of the men in the bar. I was one of the top girls, and Luis saved me for the important customers ... and for himself.

"When do you expect them?" I asked after I'd located Luis near the door.

I heard the thunder of motorcycles echoing off the streets and buildings, all packed together, and as the noise became deafening as the motorcycles drew nearer, Luis looked at me.

"They're here."

T
he three of us rolled up to Lupita's, and I was looking forward to a drink, a shower, and a fuck ... in that order. It had been a long ride, and the rain we'd hit just before the Mexican border meant that we weren't just dusty. We were filthy. As loud as our bikes were, I figured that Luis would hear us coming and be ready. I didn't really trust him, but I knew that as long as our interests coincided with Don Roberto's that we were safe.

Luis stepped outside, and I could see his mouth moving, but I couldn't hear what he said over the rumble of three Harleys. I killed the engine and waited for Joker and Zeno to do the same.

"Amigos!" Luis said, arms spread wide in welcome. "Bienvenidos. Welcome." He waved a couple of his men over toward where we'd parked. "My men will watch your bikes while you are our guests. They will be safe, I promise you."

We'd stayed at Lupita's a few times before, and I knew we could trust that our stuff would be safe. No one in this neighborhood would dare cross Don Roberto. Even though I'd hoped for an invitation to the mythical hacienda that Don Roberto inhabited, I knew that upstairs would be a quiet, clean room, a shower, and a woman willing to satisfy my needs.

Joker approached our host, and they hugged one another, clapping each other on the back with great gusto.

"We're thirsty, hungry, tired, dirty, and fuckin' horny, amigo," Joker said to Luis. "Can you help us out?"

"On all counts, my friend. You know that Don Roberto takes good care of his guests."

We walked inside. The place was filling up, with several of the tables full and people waiting for drinks at the bar on the far side of the room. I saw several women I recognized, and I wondered if Luis had someone in particular lined up for me or if I would have my pick of the room. I turned to ask Luis when I heard a woman's deep and sensual voice behind me.

"Hola, senor. Welcome to Lupita's."

I turned and managed to catch myself just before my mouth fell open and made me look like a complete fuckin' idiot. Holy shit, she was gorgeous. I hoped she'd be mine for the night. She was dark-skinned, darker even than the other Mexican women I'd seen, and she wore a bright red shirt that didn't hide the skimpy black bra she wore beneath. She had full, luscious tits, and the jeans she wore didn't conceal a thing. Bright red lips and masses of dark, curly hair made her easily the most exotic woman in the place. I wanted her immediately.

"Cat playing with your tongue, señor?" she asked with a coy smile, messing up the American idiom a bit.

"Sorry," I said, shaking my head and hoping like hell that she was the one Luis had picked out for me. "It's been a long day, and I could use a drink."

"It will be my pleasure to get you anything you require. Luis has instructed me that I am to take care of you for the entire evening, if you like."

"Oh, I like," I said, letting my eyes wander over her curves. "I like very much."

She smiled at me, and put a cold Corona in my hand. "To refresh you after your journey."

I took the beer and drained it in no time. It made me realize that I was starving, and also that I was still filthy.

"I need a shower, first, and then I want some dinner. Can you take care of that..." I paused. "What's your name?"

"You may call me Encantada," she answered, with an odd little smile that didn't look entirely happy.

"Encantada." I liked the sound of the name. "Encantada, can you take care of getting me a shower and something to eat?"

"Of course I can. Is that all you'll require for the evening?" she asked, with a smile that told me she knew my answer.

"We'll see," I said, letting my gaze linger on her tits. "There might be another thing or two you can do for me."

"With pleasure. Follow me."

She led me around the edge of the room to the staircase that led to the bedrooms. Even though I was tired and hungry, the thought of Encantada in a bedroom gave me the beginnings of a hard-on. I watched with great pleasure as she started up the steps ahead of me, realizing that I hadn't realized how magnificent her ass was until I saw it in front of me on the stairs. I was sure that her hips swung back and forth deliberately, and I started to think about skipping the shower and taking her right away. Jesus, was this señorita hot.

Encantada got to the top of the steps and she led me down the hallway to a bedroom with an open door. I realized that I had no idea where Joker or Zeno had gone, and I hoped for their sake that they had a whore as hot as mine. I stepped into the room, dropped my bag on the floor and looked around. It wasn't large, but it was comfortable, and spotless. I saw a bottle of tequila and two glasses.

"Would you like a drink?"

I could have listened to her forever -- her sultry voice just oozing sex.

"Yeah," I answered, entranced by the swing of her hips as she crossed the room, poured me a drink, and handed me the glass. I took the shot glass and downed the tequila, handing it back to her. "Thanks."

"You are welcome," she answered, with a knowing and very sexy little smile. "Would you like a shower, or would you like me to assist you in a bath?"

I nearly groaned aloud, as I thought about Encantada's wet, soapy hands on my body.

"Bath," I answered, figuring that I really should get cleaned up before doing anything else.

I turned to my bag to get some clean clothes and I felt Encantada's hand on my arm.

"Let me," she said, picking the bag up and moving it over to a chair. She bent over slightly as she unzipped the bag, and I could practically feel her ass in my hands. I wanted to fuck her, and I wanted to fuck her right away. I looked at the clean bedspread and the folded down corners of the clean sheets and knew that I shouldn't mess them up, but the pressure of my erection in my jeans was becoming painful, and what was this woman here for, if not for my pleasure?