My Senorita: A Cartel Love Story

Bang! Bang!

I woke up sometime in the middle of a night when I heard it again.

BANG!

I jumped out of bed then ran to my bedroom door when I slowly opened it.

I am the only home; my parents went out for their date night.

I slowly stepped out of the room then quietly stepped towards the voices.

I heard a voice with a deep Spanish accent, "They are not here, boss."

I placed my body against the wall when another low deep voice with Spanish accent roam through the house, "Did you check upstairs? I want my money, or I want his head."

I breathed heavily when I heard their footsteps running up the stairs.

Shit, shit, shit.

I looked around to find something to use as a weapon but there was nothing when I decided to ran back to my room when they got close to me; I accidently slammed the door.

One of the men yelled, "Someone is up here?" I looked around my room really quick and decided under the bed.

Don't know why?

I fucking eighteen with Spanish accent men that I don't know in my home.

Your brain stops working when you realize there are strangers in your home. They want their money or my parent's heads.

I ran to towards the bed then slid under as I pushed the blanket in front of me so they couldn't see me.

The knob juggled as I locked it when I shut the door after I was stupid and slammed it.

I heard them bang their shoulders against the door when I heard whom am, I guessing the man in charge, "I want in that room."

One... Two... Three.... They are in.

Fuck.

My hands were trembling as I tried to slow my breathing as one of them say, "Where are they?"

I heard strong powerful footsteps hit the wood of my floor, "Looks like they have a daughter, how sweet."

I heard the closet door opened as he mocked me, "Come out, Senorita."

My head followed his footsteps when he stopped and stood behind the bed then sat down when he said in a low sweet voice, "Senorita, I know you are here. Come out."

I shook my head in silence as I held my hands to my mouth.

He chuckled as I squeezed my eyes as he was behind me, "Senorita, we will leave here but we will be waiting for you downstairs."

The man sighed as he lifted off the bed. He walked towards the door then I laid with my head on the blanket as I sighed. I tried to count the different type of steps to make sure they all left. That was close.

After about a second that I think they have left I felt hands on my ankles then pulled out from underneath.

Missed one set of footsteps. Have you seen the movie Taken?

Yes, that one.

The one where the daughter hidden under the bed then was pulled by her feet then kidnapped.

The only difference is we are not in France and I don't have a cool ass dad like hers. Fuck, I didn't even have my phone on me to call my dad. My dad is great but come on my dad is no Liam Neeson telling me I am about to be Taken then he tells the kidnappers that he has special skills to find me then destroy them.

Man, that was a hot scene.

The man pulled me up by my waist as I kicked and screamed. I flopped my body around trying to get away from him. He had my arms pinned in his arms, "Knock it off." I shook my head, "Put me down."

He growled in my ear, "No." I kicked harder as he walked me out of the room when I missed him.

Why do I have to be so fucking short? I could get his feet or use the floor from him going any further.

There was advantage of being short is my foot doesn't have to go far to make connect with his balls.

I kicked back when I got him.

He let go of me as he bent down, "Fuck. Bitch."

Sucker. I went to run when I heard him roar, "Don't let her get away."

I ran down the stairs when this big motherfucker stood in my way.

I kicked him right in the balls then pushed past him as he growled, "Watch her

feet?"

I was almost to the door when I was tackled down as I gasped for air, "Fuck."

He pulled me to a chair when my arms went behind my back as I heard a chuckled, "Get the rope." One of the men grabbed rope and placed it around my wrist.

Tight.

Motherfucker, his balls are next.

The man in charge, Dr. Evil, Mr. Devil himself bent down so his eyes was level with mine, "Senorita, did you really think you could get away from me?"

I lowered my head as he placed his fingers on my chin as he lifted it up, "Do you know who I am?"

I titled my head as he has brown eyes with speck of golden them. His hair was slicked back and dark with curls at the end.

Who knew?

His eyes was pretty for a fucking monster.

He been in the sun because he had a golden tan over his skin. I noticed a tattoo sticking out of his shirt that the first three buttons are left unbutton. Fuck he got some serious muscles, too.

He rolled up his sleeve as he waited for my answer when I noticed another tattoo. This one I could make out 'Senorita' in fancy letters. He been calling me Senorita since he found out that I was in my room and that I was a girl.

"No, I don't." I hissed as I heard my parents coming into the door.

I screamed, "Mom, Dad. Run." I heard my father yelled, "What the fuck?"

Two chairs flew next to me as the man in charge growled, "Bring them here."

I hear my mother and father scream to be let go when the shock of me sitting there with tears running down my face. My father stiffened as my mother looked like a ghost.

My father growled as he is placed into the chair, "Miguel Santos?"

I narrowed my eyes at my father as I whispered, "You know this guy?"

My father turned his face as Miguel Santos laughed in a low creepy way.

Yup Dr. Evil where is his ugly hairless cat; let not forget his mini me. He growled at me, "Of course, your father knows who I am. He owes me money and needs to give it to me now."

My father looked at me, "Lillian, did he hurt you?" Miguel took a step towards my father as he kept his back bent and hands behind his back, "I haven't hurt her yet. If I don't get my money, then I can't guarantee that I won't."

My mother sneered at my father, "Harold, what did you do?" My father bowed his head, "I don't have the money." Miguel lifted his eyebrow, "What do you mean that you don't have my money, Harold?"

My father shook his head as my mother snarled, "Fuck, Harold, give him his fucking money." He snickered as he lifted his head, "I don't have it. It is gone." Miguel pulled his gun out and pointed at my father's head, "What do you mean it is gone?"

My father bowed his head again as Miguel clucked his gun back to pull the bullet into the chamber.

I narrowed my eyes, "Hey blockhead."

His head isn't really a block, but his muscles has muscles which makes him look like a blockhead.

I think.

He turned his head towards me in amusement, "Did you just call me a blockhead?"

I bobbed my head proudly, "I did."

My father snarled at me, "Lillian, now is not the time to act like a brat." Miguel's head turned his head to my father then gazed at me with a smirk, "Lillian no, please be a brat. I think I like you like that."

I snorted as I turned my face, "Leave my father and mother alone. They don't have your money."

He chuckled as his hands went to the arm of the chair as he hover over me with his gun in his hand, "And how do you think that I am going to get my money back?"

He bent his head at me, "How do you think your father is going to come with my money, Senorita?"

I shrugged my shoulders and not saying a word. He tilted his head the other way, "Are you going to get me my money? "

My father started to move his chair, "Leave her alone." My mother is crying as she just watch in horror what is going on.

What my father brought into our home.

I love him but this, he placed us in danger and for what money. He tipped towards me as dry lips when his lips dipped out to wet them that are inches from mine, "Come on, Lillian. Tell me how you going to get me my money."

I lowered my head as his lips brushed against my forehead, "I don't know."

He laid his fingers on my chin as he lifted my eyes up to his. He searched mine as I searched his. It like he recognized something in my eyes when his eyes grew wide. He laugh quietly then lift and I bowed my head back down as he held out his hand to me, "Take her." I snapped my head as my mother screamed at my father.

My father pleaded to Miguel, "Please, not my daughter." He stooped down to my father as his guys lifted me off the chair, "Your daughter is mine until you get me my money." My father teared up, "Please, I will get for you just need more time."

Miguel sauntered up to me as his fingers went to my jawline as he dropped his head to mine as his lips swept against mine, "Your time is up Mr. Kington. Lillian is mine and will be mine until you get me my money." He stared into my eyes on every word without moving; all he did was have a smug smirk on that fucking gorgeous face of his. No. Yuck.

He positioned his hand on my hip as my breathing started to get heavier.

What is he going to do?

Blockhead better not doing anything.

He hauled me into him when his other hand went to the back of my neck as his lips hurtled into mine. He was rough trying to force my lips to open but I fought it against him. He squeeze my hair then snatched it back when gasped in pain that allow him to invade my mouth with his tongue.

I am bit of a good girl, so yes this is my first kiss and that goes without saying that I am virgin.

I moaned lightly in his mouth as his chuckled at me then I bite his lip hard.

Take that you asshole.

He dragged away as I can taste his blood in my mouth then he wiped the blood from his lip as he chuckled, "Senorita, I like it rough."

He smirked down at me as I ducked my head. Why is that even a question?

He likes it rough, he fucking kidnapping me, so of course, he likes it rough.

Wait and why would I care?

"Take her to the car, now." He sneered as I got pushed by two of his men. I heard my parents' cry when I lifted my head as we got outside.

I drove my body weight between dumb and dumber when they end up letting me go then I took off down the driveway. I heard Miguel growl as he came charging out of the house, "You fucking idiots."

I got halfway down the driveway; I took off on to the grass to head towards the Smith's when I felt like I got hit by a train.

A fucking train of a man of muscles.

"Get off of me." I screamed as he spun me around with him in between my legs.

He propped over me, "Where the fuck do you think you are going, Senorita?" I lifted head towards his as I rumbled, "Away from you, Pillock."

He chuckled as his arms went around me and held me like a bear as scowl, "I told you that you can't run from me."

He kept his hands on my ass to make sure my legs don't 'accidently' slip to the money maker.

This is it. I am doomed.

This is my life.

Welcome to Lillian Kington's world.

He slid into the car with me straddling him. Don't ask how he managed that because I am still trying to it figure out myself.

I went to move to the other side of the car when he placed his hands on my hips to kept me sealed on him.

He looked into my eyes, "Don't you ever run from me again."

I turned my face away from, "What is your plan? Keep me locked up until my father pays you."

He laughed throwing his head back as his hips adjusted as I remember that I am in a little silk nightgown with just panties under when I felt his bugle in his pant thrusting against my core.

Fuck.

Damn, Big Bad Wolf has some serious wood. Big and stiff. Why am I thinking about his cock when he kidnapping me? Oh, that right. It hard -literally- hard to ignore the wood that is poking me. He leaned towards me as the car started to move when he reached my ear, I felt his warm breath whispered into my ear, "Senorita, you are getting wet. I can feel it."

I blushed as I tried to hide.

Become small.

Look Small Lillian.

It works with bears so not why big Spanish lugs. He laughed as he pushed me off of him. Finally, but it left me with mixed up feelings right now.

He fucking hot as hell but he is my kidnapper. He only wants to use me until my father pays him.

"Do you really think your father is going to pay for your freedom?" he mutter as I looked out the window with my arms behind me. It starting to hurt like hell.

I looked up at him not answering instead asking, "Where are we going?"

He snickered as he laid his head back, "Better get some rest, Senorita. It is going to be a long ride to Mexico."

I groaned as I laid my head on the window when my eyes finally won over my exhausting. I fell into a slumber that I can't understand.

It must been couple hours when we must have hit a pothole that woke me up with my hands still behind my back, but I felt something on my both of cheeks of my face.

One side of my cheek I am laying on his lap and on the other is his fingers was sliding against my skin when I heard his raspy voice, "Senorita, wake up."

I sat up as he smirked at me, "I am going to take the ropes off but if you get out of hand or say anything at the border, you will suffer a punishment. Do I make myself clear?" I nodded as he pulled out a knife.

He cut through the ropes as my wrist came flying in front of me as I rubbed the area trying to get circulation back into my hands as he looked down then looked at me as he studied me.

He reached for my arm then dragged me to his side, "You are going to be a good little girl and keep your mouth shut." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his gun. My eye widened when he threw his arm over my head and in front of me.

He bent down when he pushed my foot out of the way to a secret compartment and placed his gun in there. He lifted back up then looked behind him as he stretched back as he was looking for something.

I kept my eyes on the window trying not to see his long torso being stretched out that I could see every single one of his muscles against his shirt.

Why do guys have to have muscles that us woman have to drool over.

I mean damn ladies do we have to be worst then men drooling.

I mean yes, they make more noticeable but damn the thoughts that run through our minds are dirtier than theirs.

Have you read some of the shit that woman write.

Like hot damn, I need a fucking cold shower or a really good vibrator to get the images out of the head.

He pulled a blanket out of the back and placed it around us to hind that I was still in a nightgown.

I am guessing they don't see a lot of people in nightgowns that me in one would make it look suspicious going through the border. Then again, they probably seen their share of crazies.

Instead of his arm going back around me I felt his hand on my knee as we pulled up to the check point.

A border patrol knocked on the driver's window asking for passports when my head snapped to Miguel.

He smirked as the driver gave him passports. How the fuck? I don't have a passport.

"Business or travel?" the patrol officer asked. The driver looked up in the rear-view mirror as I felt Miguel's hand travel up my leg when my eyes widened.

What the fuck is he doing?

"Residents." The driver answered as Miguel's hand sneaked up my leg. The patrol office looked back at me and Miguel then looked at the driver, "The girl?"

The driver smirked as I felt Miguel's hand trace the outline of my panties when I grabbed his wrist.

This fucking asshole. The driver said, "His fiancé."

My eyes widened when I looked up at Miguel when the patrol office asked me, "Is this true? Are you his fiancé?"

I had a ring on my right hand that I quickly switched over to my left and on the ring finger. I gave him a nod with a winning smile and lifted my left hand to show him the ring.

At this point, Miguel has managed to have his hand over my panties as he rubbed the tip of his fingers against the fabric making me heat up and turn red. I am getting wet. Fuck why is he doing this to me? I think I made him happy on what I just did.

Little too happy if you are catching my drift.

The patrol officer handed the passports back then I jumped when the patrol office hit the back of the SUV, "Move it along."

Miguel squeezed his hand around my mount placing pressure against my sweet spot. I arched my back as my fingers are wrapped around his thick wrist as my fingernails dug under his skin when I let out a slight moan, "fuck."

He chortled as he leaned his lips to my ear as he whispered, "Good girl, Senorita. Call me impressed" The car pulled over the broader as we are now in Mexico.

Fuck.

There is no way I am getting home from here.

I am tucked right into Miguel's side, feeling horny as fuck right now after he did what he did, and I want to go home. Fucking tease. He teasing me this asshole.

"Do you know Spanish?"

I looked up at him as I shook my head, "I don't." He chuckled as I noticed us pulling into a gate that a massive house sat behind, "Good."