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can choose. So many choices. Do we always pick the right ones? Probably not.”
I peered up at his face, and all I saw was a dream filled desire. The same after sex look Emilio gave me.
“What if we picked the wrong ones?”
He shrugged. “Everyone makes mistakes. We pay for them dearly, but we also try to move along and make the right choices in the future. Nothing is predictable, really.”
I listened to him, wondering why he made me feel so conflicted. With Emilio, it was easy to love him. He was no contradiction, and felt natural. He was a fierce love, whilst his brother, Jonas, was a careening high kind of love that was sure to devour me whole. Both were undeniable.
Since Emilio had returned, I’d been so happy. But he’d been gone so long, so very long, my head was now more accustomed to Jonas. Why did everything turn out so complicated for me? Why wasn’t it all clear cut and easier to read?
This love was more like real life—unpredictable, addictive and unforgiving.
“You must be tired. Let’s go lie down. We can get comfortable on the memory foam. It’s absolutely perfection.” Jonas grinned and stood up, his glorious body in full view. He was thicker than Emilio, but just as remarkable. They both had their admirable qualities, and I feared I wouldn’t be able to separate myself from either of them for much longer.
“Okay.”
“Are you alright?” He froze, looking at me curiously, worried.
I nodded. “Yeah…it’s just… there’s a lot going on.”
His fingers ran along my collar bone, sending tiny shivers across my chest. “Anything I can do?”
“I don’t know.” I toyed with his fingers. They were strong and sturdy, soft yet not fragile. “Audrey’s been on my ass to get stuff done. I don’t respond too well to pressure. This entire tour has been kind of crazy. Sometimes I just want my sister back, the way she supported me no matter what, like before. I want that carefree aspect of it all back, you know?”
I hoped he would take the bait, talk about his relationship with Emilio some, their past… Anything to get the ball rolling, even if I had to give up some of my own vulnerability for it.
“I see.” I could see the wheels moving in his head as he thought about what I said. “Family is never easy. I know Emilio and I fought a lot when we were younger. He was always challenging what our parents told us. I tried to keep him in line, for the sake of not seeing him punished. Our family was…quite strict and traditional.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. Hearing about their childhood was intriguing and only fed my desire to know more.
“When you’re part of such a large faction…the Mexican Cartel is just a part of it…involved in so many different enterprises, there’s little room to move. Our father would have us beaten if we misbehaved. I learned quickly what to avoid doing and what to get done first thing each day. Emilio was not so pliable. He protested chores. He would talk back until he was smacked and lost teeth from it. There was even a time when I watched him get a good whipping, so harsh he ended up passing out.”
I’d wondered about the scars on his back. Though faint, like they happened decades ago, I could still feel the slight imperfections on his skin.
“Why didn’t he just do what he was told?”
Jonas sighed. “He’s wild in spirit. My grandmother used to shelter us as much as she could, telling our parents to be more patient. He used this while he could until she died. Then, it was about boundaries he could push and break. He was worldly and aching to leave the Hacienda back in Mexico. I wanted to help my father out as much as possible.” He sighed and rubbed his face, the memories flooding his eyes as he spoke. “But if you cage up a wild bird, they will not take it lightly. He never was happy. That is…until my father died.”
“How did he die? I mean…if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay.” I bit my lip, afraid I
I peered up at his face, and all I saw was a dream filled desire. The same after sex look Emilio gave me.
“What if we picked the wrong ones?”
He shrugged. “Everyone makes mistakes. We pay for them dearly, but we also try to move along and make the right choices in the future. Nothing is predictable, really.”
I listened to him, wondering why he made me feel so conflicted. With Emilio, it was easy to love him. He was no contradiction, and felt natural. He was a fierce love, whilst his brother, Jonas, was a careening high kind of love that was sure to devour me whole. Both were undeniable.
Since Emilio had returned, I’d been so happy. But he’d been gone so long, so very long, my head was now more accustomed to Jonas. Why did everything turn out so complicated for me? Why wasn’t it all clear cut and easier to read?
This love was more like real life—unpredictable, addictive and unforgiving.
“You must be tired. Let’s go lie down. We can get comfortable on the memory foam. It’s absolutely perfection.” Jonas grinned and stood up, his glorious body in full view. He was thicker than Emilio, but just as remarkable. They both had their admirable qualities, and I feared I wouldn’t be able to separate myself from either of them for much longer.
“Okay.”
“Are you alright?” He froze, looking at me curiously, worried.
I nodded. “Yeah…it’s just… there’s a lot going on.”
His fingers ran along my collar bone, sending tiny shivers across my chest. “Anything I can do?”
“I don’t know.” I toyed with his fingers. They were strong and sturdy, soft yet not fragile. “Audrey’s been on my ass to get stuff done. I don’t respond too well to pressure. This entire tour has been kind of crazy. Sometimes I just want my sister back, the way she supported me no matter what, like before. I want that carefree aspect of it all back, you know?”
I hoped he would take the bait, talk about his relationship with Emilio some, their past… Anything to get the ball rolling, even if I had to give up some of my own vulnerability for it.
“I see.” I could see the wheels moving in his head as he thought about what I said. “Family is never easy. I know Emilio and I fought a lot when we were younger. He was always challenging what our parents told us. I tried to keep him in line, for the sake of not seeing him punished. Our family was…quite strict and traditional.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. Hearing about their childhood was intriguing and only fed my desire to know more.
“When you’re part of such a large faction…the Mexican Cartel is just a part of it…involved in so many different enterprises, there’s little room to move. Our father would have us beaten if we misbehaved. I learned quickly what to avoid doing and what to get done first thing each day. Emilio was not so pliable. He protested chores. He would talk back until he was smacked and lost teeth from it. There was even a time when I watched him get a good whipping, so harsh he ended up passing out.”
I’d wondered about the scars on his back. Though faint, like they happened decades ago, I could still feel the slight imperfections on his skin.
“Why didn’t he just do what he was told?”
Jonas sighed. “He’s wild in spirit. My grandmother used to shelter us as much as she could, telling our parents to be more patient. He used this while he could until she died. Then, it was about boundaries he could push and break. He was worldly and aching to leave the Hacienda back in Mexico. I wanted to help my father out as much as possible.” He sighed and rubbed his face, the memories flooding his eyes as he spoke. “But if you cage up a wild bird, they will not take it lightly. He never was happy. That is…until my father died.”
“How did he die? I mean…if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay.” I bit my lip, afraid I
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