Big Booty Bitches (FINAL CHAPTER POSTED)

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Big Booty Bitches Ch. 42 FINALE
Starring: Jennifer Lopez, Vida Guerra, Kim Kardashian, Khloe Kardashian, Beyonce, Demi Rose Mawby, Danii Banks, Amanda Nicole

Themes: Crime Saga, Mystery/Suspense, Romance, Booty,

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.

This is the end. I've written these stories for 9 years and it's time to finally close the book and say goodbye to these characters. When I first began writing this series in July of 2016, I had no idea how big it would blow up. The stories took a life of their own and before I realized it, I had written 10 of them. Over time, I thought about where it would go and wanted to follow these characters as they continued to grow and change over time. As of now, there is nowhere left to go.

To my fans and the many people who have read these stories over the years, thank you for your support. I love you all and hope you have a blast with this epic finale. It is the longest story I have ever written with the biggest lineup of featured guests. My goal was to end this series with a crime saga. The last several chapters were spent lining up all the pieces in storylines to make this possible. Due to the length, I have tried to split segments of the story into parts marked off by a month. I hope that makes it easier to read. Enjoy.




Miami Beach, Florida

July 2019

The summer heat rolled in with temperatures rising over a hundred degrees by the PM hours of the day. Every metal surface outside became steaming hot. Inside the cars outside were suffocating levels of heat. Little shade under the palm trees brought any relief to the overwhelming weather. It wasn't ideal to go outside wearing a full suit on a day like this unless it was part of the uniform for work. That was the case for the three security guards monitoring the premise of Kim Kardashian's waterfront mansion. She was waiting inside for the arrival of two special friends. For Tony Diaz and Jennifer Lopez, it was a long trip from Miami through the roads taking them all the way to North Miami Beach. Two weeks had passed since the breaking news of their engagement. After a big celebration party at Disco Fever, she took off to Los Angeles with Tony for what became their first public appearance as an engaged couple.

It became business as usual by the time they arrived back in Miami. The first thing they had to do was find a place to hide Steven for the time being. Jennifer owned several luxury properties across town, not unlike the woman she was visiting today. Steven was offered the choice between a luxury penthouse in Downtown or a mansion in the Venetian Islands. The mansion was an easy choice for him. Steven handed off his Coconut Grove home to his longtime maid Betty. It was the best he could do to repay her services of always taking care of the place while he was gone. Jennifer told him that the Venetian home was given to her by one of her managers a long time ago. It was a spare home she kept in case she ever needed to use it. In case any of Kim's men were staking out his mansion, Jennifer arranged to send her own security team there to move Steven's personal belongings and whatever else he wanted to take with him.

His first choice was to bring Vida Guerra along with him. They both had a reason to lay low for the time being. Vida was enthusiastic about living in Miami Beach. She believed it may be outside of Detective Martinez's jurisdiction and therefore prevent him from stalking her into town. Vida told Steven everything about the cop, except for how she ended up in his clutches to begin with. She couldn't admit to him that she was arrested the day the police raided Carlos' Fontainebleau hotel room on that fateful day when Ramón was killed. The truth hurt too much, leading her to make up a lie that the detective and his partner cornered her from an anonymous tip. The rest of her stories were told in honesty. Steven was almost impressed by the fact a cop had fingered him as the trigger man in killing his own cousin. He remembered every little detail of that day when he received the news that Ramón was dead. It was a face to face confrontation with the same man who made Vida spend the last several months living in mortal fear.

That day was when everything in his world shattered, breaking into hundreds of pieces. For most of the year, Steven had been haunted by Maria's death. Every now and then, he saw the blank stare of her eyes in his dreams. Those final moments when she bled to death were something he could not ever get out of his mind. No amount of time spent away from Miami working for Kim made the pain go away. He didn't regret killing Carlos to avenge her. Steven didn't believe in second guessing the past or regretting mistakes made. He promised Vida that if the cop dared show himself, he would protect her. Since his return to Miami, Steven wanted to protect his family at all costs. The time he spent away from Tony, Antonio, Jennifer, and Vida had taught him a valuable life lesson. As everyone became older, they were the only family he would have. Steven thought about his own Jacob after Tony informed him that he was living in Texas now, where he played for a different college football program.

Steven decided that on the day of the wedding he would reunite with his son. They didn't have much of a relationship at all. He was aware of the resentment that his son had for him deep down. A painful truth that he didn't enjoy thinking about. It felt like years since he last saw Jacob. Steven couldn't forget how enraged he was with his son when he last saw him. He only hoped that his son leaving Miami made him stay out of legal trouble. Tony approved of the idea of having Jacob present at his wedding. It would be the first time in years that all the Diaz men, fathers and sons, would be united together for a grand event. Until then, they had two months to wait. Jennifer wanted to have the wedding in September, and Tony agreed. Her birthday was coming up this month when he would hit the big mark of turning fifty. She was excited at the idea of turning fifty and getting married again. Last night she joked about it before bed. Tony thought about her beautiful smile as he sat next to her in the back seat of the white Mercedes Benz.

The driver stopped outside the black metal gates leading into the driveway. Two men controlled the gates from the other side, opening them to slide inward and create a path forward. A few seconds later, the car stopped under a palm tree near the garage. The engine remained on so the driver could run the air conditioner while waiting outside. Tony opened the left side passenger door and stepped out into the sunlight in his white pinstriped suit. The jacket was unbuttoned to reveal a red, collared shirt with the top buttons undone. As Tony stood there, the other passenger door opened. Jennifer's white high heel pumps hit the paved driveway. The sun brightened the lighter locks of her brunette hair pulled back into a ponytail. Topaz jewels dangled from her earrings, matching a gold necklace she wore. Her body was covered in a one-piece white dress hugging her curves with a hint of cleavage up front. Jennifer stepped forward until Tony met her. He reached for her hand, gently holding it as they walked together to the front door.

"Well, well, well..."

A voice caught their attention from above. Tony and Jennifer stopped walking and glanced up at the balcony. Kim Kardashian stood there, hands gripping the metal rail as she gazed down at her guests. Her signature jet black hair matched the crop top and shorts she wore. Her toned stomach was visible along with her wonderful legs and bare feet.

"White suit, white dress, and a white car."

She laughed before continuing.

"You two certainly know how to arrive in style."

Jennifer smiled as she replied.

"It's too hot to wear anything else."

Tony spoke next.

"Hello old friend, it's been a while. Are you going to let us in?"

Kim smirked, shaking her head to tease him. Despite the seriousness of this meeting, she still had friendly reactions to Tony. There was something about him that made her feel at ease, unlike his brother. Kim clapped her hands to get the attention of her bodyguards around the yard. One man stepped forward and opened the front door. Jennifer glanced at Tony, giggling under her breath. As they entered the luxurious house, Kim left the balcony. The grand foyer was a large room with faded white wallpaper. Tony's eyes wandered to the spiraling staircase that led upstairs. He didn't have to wait long to see Kim strutting her hips. She reached the top of the stairs and then slowly made her way down while speaking.

"I'm glad that you reached out to me. It's been a long time since I last saw you, Tony. We have a lot of things to talk about, but not until we get comfortable. I imagine you've been like, really bored and hot in the back of that car."

After reaching the last step, she carried on in words.

"Congratulations, Jennifer. I was like, so excited when I heard that you were engaged to someone we both know."

Jennifer flashed her teeth in a full smile as she held her hand up to reveal the ring. Kim's eyes enlarged for a brief second as she saw the diamond glimmer. Curving her lips into a smug grin, her eyes glared over at Tony.

"Nice ring. I always knew you would be the kind of man to pick the right one for a woman like Jennifer."

She turned, showing her backside to them as she walked to the left side into an open doorway.

"Come with me, I have a room just for the three of us to sit and talk. Does anyone want any drinks first?"

"No, I'm good."

"No drinks for me either."

Jennifer was the first to reply. Her heels echoed throughout the large home with every step she made. Kim led them into a large library. Jennifer was impressed at the display of large bookshelves. Four of them were stacked against the wall on the far side. The walls were made up of dark brown wood to match the shelves and fancy pieces of furniture. There was a large table on the far side of the room. Jennifer noticed a sofa with velvet red cushions and engraved armrests. She took it upon herself to sit her thick booty down on the left side. Tony noticed and joined next to her while Kim watched them.

"Wait here for a minute. I'll be right back."

Kim stepped out of the room, almost sprinting. Tony looked over at Jennifer for a moment. He spoke in a low tone, almost whispering.

"Some room, huh? I never imagined Kim to be a deep reader."

Jennifer laughed at his remark. Her eyes glossed over the rows of hardback books. Her first impression was that they were props for something. She replied under her breath.

"She's not, honey, trust me."

"Then what's the point of this room? Why do you need so many books if you don't read much?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

A moment of silence fell over both of them. This meeting was Jennifer's idea, but Tony was the one who reached out to Kim. Tony and Jennifer spent last night discussing how they would approach Kim to make some peaceful agreement regarding Steven's problems with her. Tony believed that Kim would want something in return. Jennifer disagreed with him. They would know for sure in the next few minutes. When Kim returned to the room, she had slipped on a see-through black nightgown to cover her skimpy-clad body.

"Alright, sorry about that. I needed to make sure no one is going to disturb us while we talk."

Stepping towards them, Kim smiled as she grabbed a fancy chair and slid it close by the couch. She nestled her giant ass down into the small cushion and crossed her legs while gazing at Tony.

"The last time I saw you, we were in the back of a limo, and you were a different woman. A friend of mine nevertheless, but still it wasn't Jen."

Tony blushed as he remembered that day. She caught him off guard by referring to his broken relationship with Salma Hayek.

"Yeah, I remember that too. But that's in the past now. I don't mess around like that anymore now that I have my queen."

He reached for Jennifer's hand, squeezing it gently.

"We're getting married soon. My days of doing wild stuff like that are over. Jen is the only woman in my life going forward."

Kim chuckled at his words. She didn't expect Tony to say such things since the three of them in the room had also shared a naughty event together. She could still remember the threesome she had alongside him and Jennifer a few years ago. For him to make such a bold statement early on made Kim believe he did so on purpose. Tony wasn't going to allow her to seduce him and Jennifer into another sexual romp.

"I see. I suppose I won't be invited to your wedding given my troubles with your brother. That is what you have come to talk to me about, right?"

Tony let go of Jennifer's hand and leaned forward. Kim noticed the shift in body language as she pressed her fingers together, eyes focused on his as he spoke.

"Yeah, it's about that. I know you and Steven have some big problems right now."

"It's not just about me. Your brother is like, a serious threat to my family's well being."

Kim's response made Jennifer raise an eyebrow as she quietly listened. Tony was quick to reply.

"What do you mean by that?"

"What has he told you about me and my sisters?"

Answering his question with one of her own, Kim did so to control the conversation.

"He won't talk much about it. It's been a few weeks, and we've tried to get him to open up, but he won't. All Steven says is that he was working for you and he pissed you off. It was pretty weird that he came back home with his head shaved and looking like he's been on the run for months."

Listening to Tony's words, Kim thought to herself in silence. It made sense that Steven wouldn't confess about his situation in her dungeon. A man like that was too proud to publicly embarrass himself, even with his most trusted family. From the way Tony spoke about his physical appearance changing, Kim saw a chance to lie and manipulate this conversation.

"That's true. He was on the run from me. He had good reason to take off and try to hide."

She got up from the chair and let out a deep sigh. Kim thought to herself, ready to make up a story and go along with the first thing that popped in her mind. Some truth would apply to the fiction flowing from her lips.

"Your brother came to me like, six months ago or something. I can't remember exactly. He said he needed a job and knew that I could give him some work. He seemed like he was running from something at the time but wouldn't say what."

Shifting her eyes to Tony, Kim gave him a little smile. She noticed Jennifer leaning back on the couch, resting her hand against her head, listening.

"I gave Steven some work. He's an intimidating guy who knows how to use his fists. There's plenty of people messing with my business who could use a good beating. He proved to be very capable when it came to that."

Tony sighed, feeling as if he was catching onto the story now.

"I'm guessing Steven killed somebody close to you."

Kim raised an eyebrow, not expecting him to say such a thing. Her lies were working better than she expected. Tony lowered his head, gazing at the floor for a moment.

"Yeah, he killed somebody alright. Your brother is a cold blooded fucking psycho."

Swallowing her breath, Kim figured out the best lie to further this conversation.

"I was seeing Steven for a bit... and then Khloe wanted to be with him. He got jealous and killed one of my bodyguards, who he thought I was cheating on him with. I guess that's what he is too scared to tell you."

Jennifer gasped as Kim's face scrunched up in an effort to make herself cry. Tony got up from the couch, moving to comfort Kim. She stepped back, throwing her hands out to prevent him from hugging her.

"Kim, it's okay. I'm sorry this happened."

"No, it's not okay! What the fuck do you want from me, Tony!? Am I supposed to like, apologize to that mother fucker for the fact he can't handle another man giving me attention!?"

The crying became full sobbing as Kim forced herself into a dramatic, hysterical meltdown. Tony didn't know what to think as he felt his heartbeat rising. He believed Kim while Jennifer sat on the couch, watching. She got up, stepping closer to Kim and speaking.

"Calm down, please. No one is going to hurt you, Kim. Neither Tony nor I would allow that. Shhhhh, there's no need to cry."

It finally worked when Jennifer slid her arms around Kim, moving the other woman's head onto her shoulder. Tony stood there, watching Kim cry as Jennifer softly caressed her back.

"Shhhhhh, it's okay..."

Jennifer's efforts finally worked as Kim calmed down. She was satisfied, feeling that she had them believing her false story. After pulling away from Jennifer, she wiped the tears from her face and looked at Tony.

"Keep your brother away from me and my family."

Her eyes glanced over at Jennifer.

"And if I were you, I would run. Run like fucking hell. Cause one day he might try to do something to you."

Tony spoke up.

"Don't worry about that. I'll deal with Steven. I was hoping that with us meeting today, we could come to some kind of agreement about things. He fears retaliation from you."

Kim's eyes went wide for a moment.

"Oh my god! Retaliation from me!? Are you fucking kidding me!? I'm worried he's going to spill secrets about my family to the public! That's why I asked you, what did he tell you? Has he said anything about Khloe or Kylie?"

"No, nothing at all. He won't talk about it."

"Good then, maybe he feels some shame. He fucking deserves it. I hope it eats him alive."

Letting out a sigh, Kim swallowed her breath as she planted her hands on her hips. She waited a few seconds before looking into his eyes and speaking again.

"Listen to me, Tony. I know your brother used to date this woman who has been a real pain to my family. Her name is Vida Guerra. Do you know her?"

Jennifer gasped.

"Oh, Vida. We know her."

Kim looked at her, nodding.

"She tried to blackmail me once. You need to watch her, she is two-faced."

Looking back at Tony, she continued her speech.

"If you can guarantee me that neither Steven or that stupid bitch will drop any blind items about my family, then we're still friends. That's all I want. Put a gag on both of them if you have to. In return, I will spend some big money on your wedding. You'll just have to tell me where you're having it so I know where to send my people."

Tony nodded as he leaned in to hug Kim.

"Don't worry about a thing. As soon as I get back home, I'm calling Steven, and we will talk mano a mano. I'm ready to deal with him right now."

His emotions were boiling as he clutched Jennifer's hand, ready to leave the mansion. Jennifer walked with Tony, leaving Kim behind to watch them step out of the room. When she heard the front door open and slam shut, she sighed in relief and then smiled wide. No one was in the room to witness the large grin on her face. She didn't think it would be this easy to convince Tony of a distorted truth. Steven was a runaway slave whom she refused to let go. Kim was still angry at Kourtney, feeling the betrayal of her own sister for letting him free. Their fighting had reached a boiling point, crossing into their staged reality shows where neither of them could bear being in the same room together any longer. As Kim gathered herself in the library, the sound of a bookcase turning was heard. It slid to the side, revealing a secret passage to a hidden area of the mansion. Another Kardashian sister emerged from the dark path.

"You know, I've always said that you did a good job acting in your sex tape. But that? Oh my god, you deserve a fucking Oscar for that performance."

Khloe smiled, planting her right hand on her hip. Her long blonde hair was made up with fancy swoops to go with her large gold hoop earrings. Kim turned to see her sister standing in a pair of fishnet stockings and the latex black bustier as part of her dominatrix outfit. She had been dressed up, standing behind the bookcase where she could easily listen to the entire conversation. Kim let out a sigh before smiling at her sister. The plan was now in active motion. Kim hatched an idea to manipulate Tony and Jennifer where they would cut off Steven and exile him from town. After that, the sisters believed that capturing their runaway slave would be an easy task behind the fleet of her army of suit-wearing bodyguards. Khloe was already envisioning the image of Steven outnumbered by the men ready to drag him back to hell. She went as far as to prepare a new collar for him only. Metal steel with his name engraved on it. Under the ring was 'Property of KoKo,' which he would see anytime he viewed his reflection in the mirror.

"So, how long do we need to wait?"

Kim grinned at Khloe's question.

"You heard Tony. He's going to deal with his brother right now. I already have a car of men patrolling the area of his old house and two squads watching the club. Just give it time. If we're lucky, it might be tomorrow. If not then, maybe the weekend. I've got a special set of chains ready just for him."

Khloe grinned deviously.

"I get the feeling someone's brother won't be attending a special wedding."

Far away from the house, there was a different kind of conversation happening in the back of the Mercedes-Benz. Tony didn't wait for them to hit the highway before he exploded, ranting away from the back seat next to Jennifer.

"A killer! That's all my fucking brother has become! I am so disgusted right now, Jennifer. I don't know what else to say. I knew there was something wrong in the way he just showed back up out of the blue. It didn't make any fucking sense, but now it does!"

Exhaling a deep breath, Jennifer remained calm. She understood how volatile Tony could be when he was visibly upset. There was no use trying to calm him down. She let him scream and cuss from the backseat. Deep down, Jennifer was thinking to herself that something wasn't right in how Kim acted. The crying seemed and appeared to be forced. Now wasn't the time to have that conversation with Tony. She had to wait for him to exhaust himself in rage before they could discuss the situation from a rational perspective. Jennifer doubted the story. She noticed the way Kim dominated the conversation to the point that Tony couldn't get any footing for a deal. Neither of them had any idea what truly went on inside the Kardashian empire. Steven knew secrets, as did another special friend. Jennifer thought about Beyonce. On more than one occasion she heard Beyonce refer to the Kardashians as 'the sisters who fuck each other.'

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Miami, Florida

"Stop!"



"DON'T YOU EVER DIG YOUR NAILS INTO ME AGAIN!!"

Bleep! Slap! Bleep! Slap! A recent scene unfolded from a new episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians. The profanity was censored by loud bleeps. Kourtney and Kim traded slaps while Khloe moved in front of them, yelling in fear.

"Kourtney! Stop!!"

The older sisters traded a few more slaps as Khloe tried to break them up. Kourtney entered another room as dramatic instrumental music played.

"Don't do that to each other! Are you guys okay!?"

Demi Rose Mawby's lower lip fell as she watched the TV from the couch in Antonio's penthouse. He heard the noise from the bedroom where he was getting dressed. He stepped into the living room wearing only his silky blue leisure shorts. Demi was in a black bra and matching thong, feeling the need to lounge and relax. He noticed the expression on her face of shock and laughter.

"What are you watching, babe?"

Pointing at the television on the wall, Demi laughed loudly.

"The Kardashians! Oh hell, they're fighting! I've never seen them act like this. You just missed it, love."

"What happened?"

"Kim and Kourtney got into it. I didn't see who hit first. They slapped each other pretty good, but I'd say Kim had the last touch."

The lovely sound of her British accent was something Antonio had greatly missed. Since Demi's return to Miami, she had been teaching him how to use cameras for photography techniques. She commented that if she were to stay in Miami, she needed someone who could help her create online content. In the living room was scattered equipment that Demi brought to Antonio's home. Tripods and bags for cameras. His bathroom had been converted into a red room for film development. In her spare time, Demi watched reality shows when her eyes weren't glued to her phone. Antonio had witnessed the many private messages she received on all her social media accounts. She let him see her Instagram that was the most active. He realized that he was fortunate Demi chose him when she could have had other men across the world with far more to offer her. It also gave him a reason to believe if she ever wanted to up and leave him for someone else, she had that choice.

At least for now, Antonio didn't feel fearful of that happening. Demi confided in him her plans of launching a FansOnly account next year. She had configured a strategy that would make her six figures of income next year from posting content online. For this to work, she needed a photographer she could trust for nude images. Demi told Antonio that if he could learn how to work cameras in a short period of time, she would consider taking big steps in their relationship. The one hint she gave him was in regard to her home in Ibiza. She filled his mind and heart with ambitious dreams of passion. Camera work made Antonio see the management position at his dad's club as a regular job. He didn't view it with the prestige of the family legacy. With his uncle Steven back in time, Antonio believed it was only a matter of time before he would take over. When his dad left Miami, Antonio called off work and left assistants to manage the club so he could spend more time with Demi.

Her long black hair covered her shoulders. Demi didn't pay Antonio much attention as she watched the TV. A few minutes of commercials gave her time to lift her phone from her lap and check messages. When the show resumed, Demi dropped her phone on the right armrest. Antonio joined her on the couch, sitting directly across from her on the left side. She ignored him, giggling at the drama unfolding on the TV. When Antonio saw Khloe's face, he had flashbacks to the day he spent with her alongside his uncle. He sighed as he remembered the sight of Khloe's face glazed in cum, licking the head of his cock. When he was with Abigail Ratchford, he felt that he could brag to her about his past sexual adventures. He still didn't feel good about telling Demi such stories. Judging by the volume of messages she received on Instagram, Antonio imagined she had her own dirty tales. He wasn't interested, knowing fully well that he would become jealous. Demi finally moved her head, making eye contact with him as she smiled.

"Do you have any plans for me today, Antonio?"

"Apart from treating you like a princess, no."

Demi smiled innocently at him. It was the kind of expression that told him she had naughty thoughts in the back of her mind. Her eyes were a hint of her thoughts.

"I'm already a fairy princess, my dear. We should go out today and scout some local places for photoshoots. That is, if you're still serious about becoming my photographer."

Her words were a subtle test of his commitment, prompting an emotional reaction from him. Antonio sighed before replying.

"You know I'm serious about that! You don't have to play these little games testing me."

Rising up from the couch, Demi giggled. She took one step forward, swinging her giant booty. She observed his eyes moving to her huge rump, watching the cheeks rub together as she walked towards the bedroom. Not a single word was spoken. Demi played her seductive role in silence, knowing that if Antonio was truly tempted by the sight of her ass, he would act on his own. She reached the bedroom and turned to enter the small bathroom. As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, Demi dropped the thong and gazed down at the sight of her pink folds. A shiny layer of fresh wetness was impossible to overlook. Demi took off her bra next, shaking her large breasts around. She glanced at the doorway with no sign of him entering yet. She was fine with his current absence as she turned to face the shower and saw a different angle of her hourglass figure in the reflection. Sliding the door open, Demi stepped in and turned the faucets before closing the door.

As the water sprinkled onto her breasts, Demi closed her eyes and embraced this peaceful moment. She moved around the shower, allowing it to spray down her back and create a waterfall down the crack of her massive buttocks. Trails of water trickled down her legs, falling to the floor, where it all went down the drain. She exhaled, taking deep breaths and relaxing. When Demi opened her eyes, she saw a layer of fog forming across the flat surface of the glass door. In the doorway, she saw his figure standing there. If Antonio wanted a show, Demi was eager to give him one. She moved to the side and pressed her huge ass cheeks against the shower door.



Her right hand moved to her hip, rubbing the right cheek against the door first, then the left. Antonio stepped closer to see the imprint of her epic ass sliding across the flat surface. His cock hardened within his shorts before he pushed them down. Demi turned around, revealing her front side to him when she noticed his erected pole.

Their eyes met when she gave him the signal with a submissive nod. That was her silent way to grant him permission to enter the shower with her. Her soaked hair flapped against her back in a solid black line. Demi stepped backward as she heard the door sliding open. Antonio entered the shower and shut the door behind him. Looking into her eyes again, he stepped forward. Demi closed her eyes and raised her arms behind her head. The pose she made was one to surrender her buxom body to the man before her. Antonio wrapped his arms around Demi, pulling her closer to feel her nipples pressing against his chest. His lips found hers, and he kissed her passionately. As she moaned into his mouth, his hands explored her perfect curves. When his hands reached her ass cheeks, Demi responded by shoving her tongue into his mouth and moaning. Antonio squeezed her ass while deepening the kiss. After their lips pulled apart, Demi gazed into his eyes.

"Where do you want me?"

Her obedient nature put Antonio off. He didn't know how to respond to a woman offering herself to him like this.

"What do you mean?"

Demi sighed, maintaining eye contact as she pressed her boobs against his chest.

"Up against the wall or down on my knees?"

"You choose, babe."

She knew him well enough at this point to know Antonio wouldn't take her the way she wanted. Demi fell to her knees, almost bowing to the man as she grasped his cock in her hand. Antonio breathed deeply, thinking to himself that Demi was hoping he would act a certain way. He forgot about it all when she squeezed her fingers around his shaft and wanked back and forth. The showerhead continued to spray as she kissed the tip of his cock and pushed it into her mouth. 'Mmmmmmm,' Demi moaned as she began sucking.

"Ohhhhhh, yes..."

Antonio's voice was quiet, whispering to the feeling of pleasure she gave him. Demi took her time, savoring the taste of his cock while sucking. The oral delight was short lived as she pulled his dick from her mouth and lowered her head. As she kissed his balls, her hand let go of his shaft. Antonio wrapped his own right hand fingers around it, jerking himself a few times as she placed wet kisses on his ball sack. When Demi raised her head, Antonio fed his cock between her lips and let go of it. Her hands went to her breasts, holding them up as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. With another deep breath, Antonio moaned as she sucked his cock so lovingly. The way she went so slow made him believe she was hoping he would take control and fuck her mouth. Antonio refused to do so. He let Demi suck him her way without interfering with her at all. She pulled his dick from her mouth again and then raised her breasts up.

He could see what Demi was hinting at by the time she pulled her tits apart to offer a subtle passage. Antonio guided his cock between them and watched as she closed her breasts around his dick. As it was trapped in the soft firmness of her tits, he moaned and bucked his hips. Demi moaned as she felt his shaft gliding quickly between her breasts. She closed her eyes, keeping her head held high as he pumped faster. The slickness of her wet body made it easier for him to fuck her tits. Demi felt every inch of his cock moving up and down. She moaned in her thick British accent. Her eyes opened to gaze up at him as Antonio continued to pump away. He leaned down to gently cup her face and kiss her lips. As she returned the kiss, he made another hard thrust. Leaning back up, Antonio watched a full grin run across Demi's lips. She glanced down, watching the head of his shaft poke up as he made a complete thrust. Antonio groaned when her tongue flicked across the tip.

"Do that again, babe."

His cock pushed up for Demi to repeat the action. Antonio made one last thrust, going far enough to slip the head between her lips. Demi sucked it, pulling her lips back to make a loud pop.

"Come on, I want you. I wanna take you right here, right now."

Offering a hand to pull her up from the floor, Demi looked into his eyes. She refused his welcoming hand and lifted herself from the floor. The water sprayed on his chest as she assumed the position. Demi pressed her hands and breasts against the shower wall, shoving her ass out while Antonio moved behind her. She turned her head to the side, glancing across her right shoulder to see him moving behind her. Demi closed her eyes and grinned at the feeling of his cock sliding into her womanhood. Antonio cried out, moving one hand down the small of her back and the other on her left hip. Demi remained in place as she felt his cock driving inside her.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yes."

Spreading her legs further, Demi shifted her head. The sound of his balls smacking against the undersides of her thick booty could be heard with the faucet noises. Demi closed her eyes, rubbing her breasts against the glass surface to make squeaking sounds.

"Fuck me."

Two pleading words uttered in the most passive voice she could possibly make. Antonio responded by thrusting faster. His hands shifted to her giant ass cheeks, squeezing hard as cock pumped into her tight cunt. Demi moved her forearms against the shower door, rubbing away at the layers of fog that formed. Antonio moved his hands to hold her hips, driving his cock deeper into her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhh, god! Yes, that's it! More! I want more!!"

Slowing down, he leaned in to breathe down the right side of her neck. Antonio whispered to her.

"Do you want it hard?"

"Yes, please. Give it to me hard and fast. Please fuck me, I am begging you."

Such words spoken in her lovely accent only made him blush. Antonio slid his hands across her wonderful curves and found her breasts. He moved Demi away from the door, stepping her closer to the wall. She gazed down at the metal faucet handles while the sprayer rained lines of water onto his chest. She shoved her booty out, rubbing against him. Antonio spanked the right cheek, causing her to whimper an exaggerated moan. Lowering her head, Demi felt his hands squeezing her tits hard as he thrust faster. Antonio pinched her nipples, pulling at them as he found a rhythm to make his cock drive into her pussy over and over.

"Ohhhhh, god! Yes! Fuck me!!"

"You aren't too proud to beg, Demi?"

She didn't reply to his pointless question. Antonio chuckled as he shifted his hands away from her tits and let them flap around as he gripped her hips. Demi kept her head down, feeling the water sprinkle across her booty. It splashed with each full thrust he gave her. She moaned louder. As her voice raised in pitch, Antonio thrust faster.

"THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT!! YESSSSSSS!! KEEP GOING!!"

Her fingers slid across the damp wall, leaving a trail of lines. Demi's orgasm was building up with each full thrust he pumped into her pussy.

"Please, Antonio! PLEASE!! OHHHHHH, PLEASE FUCK ME!!"

Hearing her beg for more was unexpected. Each word she screamed got the point across. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he continued to thrust. Demi's lower lip fell. She gasped at the sound of the water and smacking noises created by their bodies colliding together. Her climax was the only thing Demi had any concern for. It was drawing closer and closer with each thrust he sent into her cunt. Demi didn't warn him in words, only a loud scream as her inner walls tightened around his shaft. It was the only sign Antonio needed to know it was time to stop and pull out. He quickly did so, gripping his cock with his right hand. Demi stomped her left foot into the floor, splashing water as a torrent of her own juices squirted onto the wall. Antonio couldn't witness it since his eyes were fixated on her round booty. The next item on the menu was her body that he wanted.

"Oh, yes. That's how I like it. We don't always have to do things so slowly. Sometimes, a girl just needs a hard fuck."

Demi raised her head. She was still bent over and pressed her hands against the wall yet again. Any thoughts they had about washing up in the warm water were long forgotten. Antonio's main focus was now on her booty. He pulled the cheeks apart to gaze at her dark little hole. Demi gasped, guessing what his next move would be. Her assumption was proven correct when she felt his cock pushing through her tight hole and into her ass.

"I knew you wouldn't neglect my bum."

He spanked the right cheek while thrusting forward. Demi raised her head and glanced across her right shoulder. He didn't meet her eyes. Antonio watched his cock disappear into her booty with a full, slow thrust.

"I don't care how hard you want it, babe. I want to do this slow so we can both enjoy it."

She cried in response as he pulled back and then made another deep thrust. The entire length of his cock shoved into her booty. Demi raised her hands, pushing them together against the wall. From where he stood, her arms looked as if they were bound with an invisible rope. Demi was an expert at using her body to give off submissive vibes, using her body to convey specific messages without speaking. She closed her eyes as every inch of his cock pushed in and out of her ass.

"Ohhhhhh, god. Come on, give it to me. Take my arse anyway you like."

Another admission of her complete surrender to him. Demi turned her head and bent over further to split her ass cheeks. Antonio made two more slow thrusts, then suddenly increased speed. He grunted, gritting his teeth as he began to pound her booty.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhh, yessssss!!"

His plan to go slow was forgotten within seconds. Antonio wanted to cum after successfully fucking Demi into a hard orgasm. There was no better way for him to get off than to fuck her ass. She wanted him to use her body for pleasure, and he finally gave in. The water sprayed on her cheeks, splashing droplets from both sides. Each time he made a full thrust, her booty bounced. The pleasure had overwhelmed him to the point he knew he could not go any further. Biting his lower lip, Antonio grunted.

"Fuck! Demi, I think I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum where ever you want, love."

The choice was all his to bear. No contemplation needed for a simple decision. Antonio reached for his cock, pulling it out of her ass and then wrapping his fingers around it. Demi glanced across her right shoulder, hearing him grunt as he jerked himself. His cum shot out in thick lines, covering the right cheek of her beautiful ass. After the fourth string, the remainder of his seed dripped in droplets onto the floor. Demi gave him that same innocent smirk from before after he was finished.

"Satisfied?"

Antonio sighed and nodded.

"Always with you, babe."

She reached behind her back, rubbing her right hand to smear the cum across her moistened skin.

"You've left your mark on me. Now I get to wash it off."

******************

1 DAY LATER

Another afternoon brought sizzling heat across town. Tony woke up in his new home, sleeping next to Jennifer in the master bedroom of her Star Island mansion. After all the time they spent together from New York to Miami, he didn't miss his boat. When she asked him about it, he blushed and laughed. Sharing a bed with her made him forget all those years spent living on the docks. After leaving Kim's mansion yesterday, Jennifer took it upon herself to calm Tony's anger. She talked him out of confronting Steven, all to wait until the next day. 'I know you're mad, but we need to take this slow. Kim told her story, but we haven't heard his side.' As long as Jennifer remained cool, calm, and collected, she was able to ease his stress. Tony listened to her and opted to return to the mansion. After dinner, they relaxed by watching a movie and enjoying a few glasses of wine together. No one else could've calmed his nerves except her.

It served as a reminder of how strong their bond was. Jennifer's love was the most precious thing Tony felt. No matter how angry he was at Steven, it was all forgotten by the time they climbed in bed together. He drifted to sleep, feeling her head resting against his chest. The last thing he did was caress her hair. Many thoughts ran through Jennifer's mind as the hours passed. The longer she considered Kim's story, the more troubled Jennifer was by specific elements spoken. It didn't add up in the end, leaving her to wonder what Steven would say about Kim's claims. One solution Jennifer had was to allow Steven the chance to speak his entire side of the story. But as Tony mentioned, he wasn't talkative about it. Whatever happened between him and Kim, Steven suppressed it as a sick secret. This left Jennifer to ponder reaching out to Beyonce. By the next day, she decided she wasn't going to wait around.

After the morning routine, Jennifer sent a text informing Beyonce that she needed to speak to her about something urgent. A reply ten minutes later. The women exchanged more text messages to arrange a phone call. Jennifer understood how it felt to be a busy woman with a household that required absolute attention. Beyonce replied in texts, informing Jennifer that she would call her within a few hours. No specific time was required, only leaving Jennifer to think that it could be any moment. She had already showered and had breakfast with Tony. After going back to the bedroom, she changed into a pair of green lounge shorts and a yellow tank top. Fixing her hair into a ponytail, she heard Tony yelling for her from another room. He asked where she left the remote in the living room. All Jennifer could tell him was to look between the cushions of the couch. After she was done with her hair, the cellphone started ringing from the bed. Jennifer moved, reaching for the smartphone to see Beyonce's name on the screen. She swiped it, moving the flat device to her right ear.

"Hey, thanks for calling me."

"No need to thank me. It's a good thing you reached out, cause sounds like we need to have a little chat about something."

Jennifer smiled as she heard her old friend's casual response.

"Tell me what's going on with Kim."

"It's complicated."

"Everything is with her. What's she doing with you and Tony?"

Sitting down on the bed, Jennifer paused for a moment. She gazed forward at her reflection in the makeup mirror across from the bed. After a deep breath, she carried on.

"It's a long story, and there's so much I need to explain, but I don't want to take up all your time. Tony's brother Steven spent several months working for Kim. He wasn't doing any normal, legal work for her. I think you can guess what I mean."

"Oh... yeah..."

Beyonce waited a moment, then her voice changed to a more serious tone.

"The game. The real money behind those talentless hoes are the people running Kardashian businesses out in L.A."

"Yes, that's it. He knows some secrets about them, or at least that's what Kim told us."

"I'm sure he does. This is Tony's brother?"

"Yeah."

A chuckle was heard through the phone.

"Damn, you didn't tell me your Papi had a brother who was runnin' with her."

Jennifer's eyes glanced at the open doorway. Fearing that Tony may overhear her, she got up from the bed and quietly shut the door. Stepping around the room, she continued speaking.

"We don't know what was really happening. Steven showed up a few weeks ago looking completely out of his element. We know it had to be something really bad. He won't tell us. It's like he's shellshocked over some traumatic experience or something. He asked for help. For Steven to ask us for anything, we know it must be bad."

"Did you meet with that bitch yourself?"

"Me and Tony went to see Kim yesterday."

"Go on."

Letting out a sigh, Jennifer stood in front of the bed.

"I don't know how to explain this. It doesn't make any sense to me. Kim talked to us, and she broke down in tears, claiming Steven murdered one of her bodyguards."

Beyonce gasped.

"Damn! This is your Papi's brother!?

"Yeah, or so she claims."

"Oh shit! This Steven sounds like a bad mother fucker if he can make that bitch cry!"

Puzzled by the ecstatic reaction in Beyonce's voice, Jennifer sat back down on the bed. She was on her side, sitting near the nightstand where she kept a digital clock. She heard Beyonce's voice cracking in a laugh, then she continued.

"Sorry, but this sounds too good to be true. Did she really break down and cry?"

"She did. She tried to convince Tony his own brother murdered someone close to her. The problem is, I don't know if she's being honest. The way I see it, if she has problems with Steven, then it would suit her best to lie to Tony. They are old friends, and the tears stopped rolling once he hugged her."

Chuckling as she listened, Beyonce quietly thought to herself.

"You've always had good instincts when it comes to reading other girls, Jen. I know that bitch so well, I don't even like to say the hoe's name. She's ice cold, I can tell you that. Did you know her own brother compares her to that movie Gone Girl?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. Listen, I've got connections over there. My own snitches and three private investigators who watch that bitch, her slutty sisters, and some of the men she keeps around. They keep tabs on her for me. I know everywhere they move around in L.A. All I've gotta do is make a few phone calls, and I can get it verified if there's been a body to hide in the Kardashian cult."

The way Beyonce spoke so casually made Jennifer begin to wonder. What secrets did she have that she was unaware of? It was never her intention to poke her nose into Beyonce's business. With matters like this, Beyonce proved to be a valuable friend and powerful ally.

"Can you do that for me, please? This is driving Papi crazy. I want to know if it's true or not, cause something don't feel right."

"Anything for you, Jen. Give me a day, and I'll dig up everything I can about his brother."

"Thank you. Keep me updated, please."

"I will. Just give me a day, and I'll have some info for you."

The phone disconnected, leaving Jennifer to sigh as she moved it from her ear. Far away in another state, Beyonce smiled to herself. She had not heard from Jennifer or Tony since they left New York, but they certainly captured her attention. There were many reasons to dig into the Kardashian empire beyond recent events. As the old saying went, Beyonce liked to keep her enemies at much closer reach than her friends. She was already scrolling through her phone to send a text message to one of her contacts in Bel Air. When she met Tony, she didn't consider asking if he had a brother or other family. Knowing that Steven could make Kim put on the fake tears gave Beyonce more than enough reason to want to meet him face-to-face. She thought about what Jennifer told her and believed Steven could be a reliable source. If there was dirt to be collected on the Kardashians, Beyonce was always ready to learn more. Every little bit came in handy when she needed to send a message.

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Homestead, Florida

TACK! A piercing sound echoed through the forest, frightening any birds close by. It followed more sounds in a barrage of gunfire. TACK! TACK! TACK! TACK! Empty shell cases fell to the ground below as the bullets entered the cardboard target. Safety glasses shielded Vida Guerra's brown eyes. Over her head, she wore her trusty camo-patterned hat with the New York Giants NY logo. A black pair of earmuffs covered her ears as she held the M4A1 carbine rifle. Her legs were spread, right hand index finger pulling the trigger as she emptied the remainder of the clip into the second target lined up. TACK! TACK! TACK! The final shot echoed. After a blank, she pressed the button to release the empty cartridge and reached across her belt with her left hand. Steven stood close by, watching her slam the magazine into the gun and then pull back the charging handle. Her reload time would've clocked around four seconds if anyone was keeping time.

Behind Vida stood one of the few friends she had in Miami. Alonso Rodriguez was a tall man with a muscularly built body. His face was always clean with no hair to match the brown buzz cut atop his head. He wore black pants and a gray shirt. His jacket sat in the flatbed of his white Chevrolet truck. An American flag was painted across the rear window. Alonso was a combat veteran who served two tours of duty in Afghanistan. After he left the marines, he began working at a local gun range in Homestead. Vida befriended him several years ago when he took a side job as a security guard at a modeling convention back in 2012. Alonso professed his admiration to her old photoshoots in magazines he kept with him from his time in Afghanistan. He was the second generation of two Cuban immigrants. Vida bonded with him over their shared heritage. Over the years, she remained in contact with him before moving back to Miami.

Standing with her legs spread, Vida raised the rifle and took a deep breath. She wore black jogging pants, a black shirt, and sneakers for today's training exercises. Her long black hair flowed through the back of her hat in a loose braid. After Steven's return, Vida suggested that they take some time to train with firearms. She had a reason to keep a handgun on her at all times. Steven agreed, fearing he would eventually face Kim's loyal soldiers coming for him. It was best to be armed and prepared to fight back. Vida introduced him to Alonso last week. After a day at the shooting range where they fired pistols, Alonso teased his ownership of a carbine rifle. Vida was enthusiastic about learning how to handle it. So far today, she and Steven spent hours taking turns learning how to reload the gun and riddling targets with bullet holes. Alonso acted as their instructor, giving tips on body language and how to safely handle the gun.

Steven placed a hand on his hip, watching as Vida lined up the rifle but didn't fire another bullet. His pink shirt was drenched in sweat. He wore a pair of denim blue jeans with his own gun holstered on his belt. Lying across the opened flatbed of the truck were Steven's SIG-Sauer P220 and the empty magazine cartridges from the M4. A green box was opened in the truck, containing several rounds of ammunition. Alonso told them to fire off three clips. Most of their time was spent learning how to properly reload the gun. He explained that there was a myth about M4 rifles jamming due to lack of maintenance and proper cleaning. Steven didn't pay much attention, believing a handgun was sufficient for self-defense. Vida wanted to do target shooting with the rifle for fun. Like Steven, her body was drenched in sweat from the head. She pressed the safety on the rifle and lowered it from her shoulder. She pulled the glasses from her face and turned around.

"Had enough?"

Vida looked at Steven, adjusting the rifle in her left hand as she stepped closer to the truck. Steven took off the earmuffs from his head and removed his glasses.

"Yeah, it's hot as hell out here. I'm all sweaty and need a shower. What about you, honey?"

"I'm good. We've got a long drive back in town. Might as well stop and get something to eat along the way."

They moved to the truck where Vida placed the rifle and her safety items. Alonso stepped around them while Vida removed the empty belt from her waist.

"Next time we do this, use the release button. You'll reload faster."

She gazed over at Alonso as he spoke.

"Was I too slow?"

"No. I'm just trying to teach you the most effective way. You don't want to get distracted. When we do this again, I want you both to use the semi-automatic power. It never hurts to burn through thirty rounds in a few seconds. That should get the blood pumping through your veins if nothing else will."

Steven chuckled under his breath as he looked into Vida's eyes. The sweat glistened across her forehead and arms. They exchanged a funny look with one another regarding the end of Alonso's speech.

"Come back to the range next week. If you want, I can make this a weekly routine with both of you. You'll just need to pick a day and call me."

Vida nodded.

"I like the sound of that. What about you, Steven?"

"Sure, I'm down. Next time I want to burn through some rounds of my SIG."

******************

1 DAY LATER

Miami, Florida

Into the evening hours, Tony and Jennifer returned to her home after a day out. Tony was becoming accustomed to being chauffeured around by her personal driver. She had to keep him occupied with other things to prevent a confrontation with Steven. Jennifer trusted Beyonce to call her sometime in the day with whatever information she learned from her sources. In the meantime, she planned a day where they could go out for lunch to a fancy restaurant across town. They were spotted by paparazzi, leaving in the afternoon while holding hands. No flickering glare of the cameras could be seen in daylight. Jennifer kept her head down, ignoring the photographers' looming presence. Tony was disturbed by how they were followed down the street and into the car. She told him it was best to pretend they weren't there. Just let them snap their pictures and move about their day. Jennifer had moments of frustration with the paparazzi herself every now and then.

None of it mattered once they arrived back home. The more time she spent with Tony, the more he relaxed. Not once did he mention Steven's name today. That was a good sign for Jennifer. Her patience paid off after 4 PM when Beyonce sent her a short text message. 'Calling you soon,' left Jennifer to wonder how long this conversation would be. With little time to prepare herself, she clutched her phone while walking around the house. Tony was in the living room, sitting on the couch watching something on TV as he relaxed in a white shirt and shorts. Jennifer was still wearing the blue skirt of her dress from earlier. Her hair was in a ponytail, and her chest covered with a matching crop top that revealed her toned stomach and belly button. She walked to the bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind her. She sighed, patiently waiting for her phone to ring as she sat down on the bed. After a minute, the screen lit up. Jennifer swiped it and raised the phone to her ear before it could vibrate against her palm.

"Hey!"

Hey Jen, that was a fast answer. Sorry I kept you waiting."

Beyonce chuckled into the phone.

"Are you home right now with your Papi?"

"Yes."

"I've got some big info for you. Tell him that his brother didn't kill anybody. One of my stoolies got the rundown on a man named Sean Johnson. He's been bragging for a while that he made Steven disappear."

Jennifer listened to Beyonce. After a pause, the woman continued.

"You need to ask your Papi if he remembers this guy. He has worked off and on for Kim. At one point, he claims he worked at the Disco Fever club. I've got a file on him thanks to one of my guys."

Thinking to herself, Jennifer got off the bed and marched to the door.

"Hang on, Bey. I can put you on the phone with Tony. Maybe you should tell him instead of me."

"Do that! Let me talk to your Papi! Put Mr. J-Lo on the line!"

Smiling to herself, Jennifer was proud of the way Beyonce referred to Tony as her Papi. The other woman remembered how he only liked Jennifer to call him that. Turning the doorknob, she rushed down the hall and returned to the living room.

"Tony!"

He turned his head in her direction from the couch. Jennifer held the phone out to him.

"Here, Beyonce called. She wants to talk to you about something important."

With a confused expression on his face, he took the phone and raised it to his ear. Jennifer folded her hands together, watching the scene unfold.

"It's Tony, how can I help you?"

As Beyonce began to speak, he leaned up on the couch. Tony was quiet, listening to what she had to say. Jennifer then saw his eyes go wide as he gasped.

"Sean? I remember him. He was working at the club before Steven left. What about him?"

Unable to listen in, Jennifer could only read Tony's facial expressions as a reaction to Beyonce's words. He blinked his eyes a few times, then gasped.

"Oh, shit! You've gotta be kidding!"

Another gasp followed as he got up from the couch. Tony's lower lip fell. Jennifer could hear Beyonce's voice becoming louder and more animated, but she was unable to make out many words. After another minute, Tony spoke.

"So Sean set Steven up thinking he could get back with Kim?"

However Beyonce answered his question, Jennifer couldn't hear. Tony blinked a few times and then spoke again.

"So Kim lied to me. No one died?"

'Anytime that bitch starts crying fake fucking tears, YES, SHE LIES!!' Beyonce's words were loud enough for Jennifer to make them out when she yelled. Tony listened to Beyonce utter more speech that Jennifer couldn't understand. After another minute, he gasped, shaking his head.

"Send me the files you got on Sean. I wanna read them. I can text you a number to run a fax back at the club."

He nodded again.

"Okay, that sounds good. Thanks for calling me with this info. You just pulled me out of the dark on something very important."

Hanging up the phone, Tony handed it back to Jennifer. His eyes were wide, shocked from what he was just told. Jennifer took her phone from him as he spoke aloud.

"Kim lied to me. She lied to both of us. Steven didn't kill anyone. That Sean is a two-faced, snake bastardo."

Swallowing her breath, Jennifer looked into his eyes. She could feel the rush of Tony's emotions. The anger he felt was beginning to bubble at the surface in his expression. Jennifer exhaled a deep breath and spoke softly.

"Tony, I'm sorry I went behind your back and called her. I should've told you first."

Shaking his head, Tony suddenly smiled.

"No, Jen. You don't have to apologize. You did the right thing. I never thought Beyonce would know what goes on in Kim's life."

Leaning forward, he threw his arms around her. Jennifer embraced him in a tight hug. She moved her arms around his neck, sliding her left hand fingers through the back of his hair. Their eyes met for a brief few seconds before Tony pressed his lips to hers. They kissed passionately.

"If it weren't for you, I would be falling for Kim's lies. Thank you again, baby. I don't know what I'd do without your help. I love you, Jennifer."

"I love you too, Papi."

******************

1 DAY LATER

Outside, the sound of seagulls and light waves of water could be heard clearly. Most houses on the Venetian island were fitted with a jetty in the backyard to moor cabin cruisers, motorboats, and jet skis. Almost every home across the islands had a boat, except for a few. The place Steven Diaz called home was one of those houses. The backyard contained a swimming pool with white porcelain in square tiles to make a deck and walkway. Inside the pool were standard blue mosaic tiles divided by white lines. The water was clear and had been properly maintained despite the house not having any residents for an extended period of time. Steven sat under the shade of a white umbrella, shirtless in a pair of blue swim trunks. A day relaxing was on the agenda after a nice meeting with Tony and Jennifer in the morning. Vida was present when they entered the house to have a talk in the living room. Her presence allowed the visit to become a group meeting between the four of them.

Steven chuckled when Tony told Kim's tall tale of him murdering someone. He listened with great interest as his brother described what he was told by Sean. 'Hard to believe this information came from Beyonce of all people in the world,' Steven's words made Jennifer chuckle. 'You have to remember, Kim has made a lot of enemies over the years. I can assure you that you're not the only one,' Vida smiled at Jennifer's explanation. Tony explained that he would be calling Kim later today to tell her the situation was settled. He was going to return the favor of lying to Kim with the claim that his brother had been put into silence. Steven ensured he had no one to discuss Kim's secrets with anyway, even if he wanted to spread gossip. An hour later, Tony and Jennifer departed from the house. With Steven's issues taken care of, he could relax without feeling he had one bullseye painted on his back. Vida was aware of the other target.

A small victory for Steven was worth celebrating, but Vida knew it wasn't over. Getting Kim off his back was only one problem. She reminded him that they still had a reason to fear another person lurking in the shadows. Detective Martinez had yet to reveal himself, but Vida was certain that he was still out there watching and waiting. The man would eventually learn that Steven had returned. Vida feared that he would lay a trap for both of them. After Tony and Jennifer left, she had a short conversation with Steven regarding the cop. Steven reassured her that they would deal with the cop if he dared to reveal himself. They had weekly firearm practice to prepare themselves in the event of a possible showdown. Comforted by his words, Vida felt a sense of relief. She joined Steven outside, quietly shutting the door behind her to step out into the shade. Steven didn't hear her bare feet stepping across the tiles. He only noticed her when she moved in front of him, distracting his line of sight to glance at her figure standing to his right.

"I never thought I'd see the day that you would sit outside for a fresh tan."

He smiled, blushing at her. Rays of sunlight brightened Vida's black hair. The curls waved behind her shoulders as she stood in nothing more than a purple bra and matching thong. It wasn't an outfit to dip into the pool. That was the first thing Steven quietly considered.

"Does it look like I'm tanning? I thought I was in the shade."

Vida giggled. She missed how easy it was to annoy Steven with subtle remarks. His eyes scanned over her body as he spoke again.

"Are you planning on jumping in the pool in your underwear?"

Shaking her head, she grinned.

"Nope. If I wanted to go for a swim, I'd do it naked."

Steven flashed his teeth in a full grin. Vida's eyes drifted below, hoping to see an erection in the front of his shorts.

"If you wanna get naked, I sure as hell ain't gonna stop you, babe."

Leaning forward, Vida pressed her palm against the front of his pants. Steven's cock sprang to life. He looked into her dark eyes as he moved his right hand behind her head. As he pulled her closer, Vida pressed her lips against his for a quick kiss. Steven's tongue darted into her mouth, turning the kiss into one of smoldering passion. Vida moaned into his mouth as her hand gripped the rising bulge in his shorts. When he moved his hand away from her head, she pulled away and ended the kiss.

"Take off those shorts."

He shook his head at her.

"No. I'd rather you take them off."

"You're lucky I'm nice enough to do that for you."

Vida stood forward after replying. Reaching behind her back, she unzipped her bra and pulled it off. The sunlight revealed her tanned, Cuban skin in all of its lush beauty. Steven watched her breasts shake around as Vida locked her eyes onto him. With both hands, she slipped her thong down to reveal her shaved, wet cunt. There was no mistaking the wetness on her folds. He wanted to utter a joke about not needing the pool water to get wet like that but decided not to. The look in Vida's eyes was all Steven needed to see to know she was ready to unleash her lust on him. After stepping out of her thong, she slipped her hands to the front of his shorts and pulled hard. He grunted, watching his hardened cock flop around. When she saw it, she curved her lips into a luscious grin. Vida gripped it with her cold, right hand. Steven leaned up in the chair as he felt her fingers twisting around it.

"This is all mine again. If only you knew how much I missed having your cock all to myself."

"Oh, trust me, babe. I missed the things you do to me. No woman ever came close."

Her knees hit the ground. Vida pulled his shorts out from his ankles so they wouldn't get in the way later. She pushed her hand up and down, wanking his shaft as she flashed her teeth in a full grin. It was that view of pure hunger that Steven missed so dearly. At last, they were together again to indulge in these old habits. Vida stroked his cock faster as she spoke again.

"I'm gonna make you moan so loud that the neighbors will hear what we're doing."

Winking at him, she pushed his dick between her lips. Vida slid her fingers to the base of his cock, using only her middle and index fingers to hold it in place. Her left arm draped over his leg, spreading out her fingers to reveal her manicured nails. She gazed into his eyes as her lips went down the length of his shaft. Vida shut her eyes to concentrate as she sucked hard, bobbing her lips up and down a few times more. Steven gasped as she sent his dick down the depths of her throat. Vida deepthroated every last inch with ease. She surprised him by doing this so early into the blowjob. It was a reminder of how superb her gag reflexes were and how uncontrollable her own lust was. When Vida wanted to taste cock, nothing stopped her from devouring it. As he grunted, she pulled back, keeping only the tip of his shaft between her lips. Once his eyes met hers, she winked and then resumed the movement of her lips. A few strands of her hair moved in front of her face as she continued to suck her way down his shaft.



Steven moaned loudly, balling his fingers into a fist. He had to fight the urge he had to grab her hair and take control, but controlled his desires. Her right hand fingers moved away entirely from the base. Vida's eyes settled on his face as she loudly slobbered all over his cock. She was still moving her lips up and down, devouring it by the inch. As he exhaled a deep breath, she suddenly closed her eyes and went all the way down again. He gritted his teeth, snarling loudly as he felt the tip of his dick rubbing against the back of her throat. Expecting her to choke would leave a man slightly disappointed. Steven had nearly forgotten the way Vida handled a cock with her mouth. No gagging sounds were made as she loudly slurped and sucked. Raising her lips again, she opened her eyes and pulled her lips back to the head. Sliding her left hand off his leg, Vida prepared to use it. She winked again with her right eye and released his shaft from her lips with a loud pop.



Bubbles of saliva formed around her lips. Her left hand wrapped around the base, holding it up. Vida blew a bubble of her own drool and then spit it. With her left hand fingers, she made sure the wad of drool dripped down the side of his cock. She stroked him, lubing his shaft in her spit as Steven just sat there and watched. Every inch of his shaft needed to be properly wet for the next thing she wanted to do. Darting out her tongue, Vida moaned as she jerked her hand up and down. She pressed the head of his cock against her tongue, going 'ahhhh,' as she continued to jerk back and forth. The grip of her fingers tightened around his shaft as she leaned in and flicked her tongue across the tip. Steven exhaled a deep breath, gazing back at her gorgeous face as she teased him. If eyes were a window into the soul, he believed that he was locked in the moment with her right now. Vida broke eye contact by shutting her eyes when she enveloped her lips around his cock again.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck!"

Pushing his cock further down her throat again, Vida pressed her tongue against his shaft from within her mouth. Her moans sent vibrations into him. She let go with her left hand, using only her lips to pleasure him. When her eyes reopened, she glared at him while bobbing her head up and down. Vida assumed she could suck Steven's cock for as long as she desired without any fear of him blowing a load early. So far, her assumption proved to be correct. Vida pushed her lips all the way down for what would be the final time. One more exercise of deepthroating made Steven groan. Vida extracted his shaft from her mouth with another pop noise. She shifted her hands to her big breasts, pulling them apart. Steven saw her push his cock between them. As Vida leaned up, she glanced down at the head of his shaft and spit on it. Unable to control his excitement, Steven began to buck his hips, fucking her tits.



She smiled, flashing her pearly white teeth. Steven exhaled, taking in deep breaths as he continued to buck his hips forward. There was nothing better than this. All his worries in the world faded away at the wonderful feeling of tittyfucking while gazing into her beautiful brown eyes. This was a moment he dreamed of enjoying again when he was trapped in L.A. Vida moaned, glancing down to watch his cock disappear between her breasts and then the head poke up. No man compared to Steven when it came to this pleasurable act. She could feel every inch of his cock pumping smoothly between her tits. Steven worked fast with hard thrusts. Her eyes moved back to his face, witnessing the expression of pleasure he gave her. Steven's focus was entirely on watching his cock pump up and down between her tits. Vida smiled with her full teeth and then lowered her eyes to watch his cock move again. Steven thrust faster, surprising her.

"Look at me, Vida! Show me your eyes!"



When her eyes met his, Steven thrust faster. The white in her teeth glared with the sunlight above. Her smile was genuine, radiant, and full of life. Steven continued to drive his cock between her breasts as Vida bit her lower lip and softly purred.

"You love my titties, don't you, Steven?"

"Yeah!"

Thrust after thrust made Vida giggle. She grinned at him, speaking in a seductive voice.

"You always did love them. Go on, fuck them. I've been waiting so long to feel your cock between my tits again."



Slowing down, he exhaled a deep breath. The one fear in the back of Steven's mind was the impending explosion of his cum. So far, he felt that he could go a little longer before needing a break. He didn't want to stop, nor was he ready to. Vida glanced down to see his cock buried between her breasts. Then the head poked up. She parted her lips and licked it. When he thrust again, Vida raced to lick faster. Like the many times before, her eyes focused on his face. Steven thrust again, and Vida licked the tip, reacting as if it were muscle memory. Once, twice, and then a third lick. Steven grunted, unable to take much more. If he didn't halt himself now, he would inevitably burst.

"Want something else besides my tits?"

He nodded.

"Yeah, I'm in the mood to fuck your ass."

Letting go of her breasts, Vida let his cock bounce free. She bit her lower lip, grinning wide. She turned away from him, crawling forward until moving on all fours. Steven got up from the lounge chair, following Vida as she crawled around. There were two other poolside chairs close by. Both sported white seat pads, but one was a chaise lounge style chair more suitable for fucking. The latter was Vida's choice. She crawled onto it, still on all fours, as Steven moved behind her. She flipped her hair around to glance across her right shoulder. Noticing where his eyes were focused, she shook her ass at him.

"You want some of this ass? How much of it do you want, Steven?"

"I want the whole fucking thing."

Spank! His hand smacked across the middle, jiggling both cheeks. Vida bit her lower lip and purred. The cheeks rubbed together a little bit longer until she completely stopped shaking. Steven used one hand to pull her left cheek apart. Vida glanced across her shoulder again to see his dominant hand gripping the base of his shaft. He rubbed it up the crack until finding her dark little hole. She shut her eyes, purring again as he pushed his cock through her ass hole. As Steven groaned at the tight feeling, Vida spoke to him in a low voice.

"So many restless nights... So many days I missed this."

As she felt his cock driving into her ass, Vida pushed back to allow more inches to sink in. Steven didn't anticipate her throwing it back like this. She rocked forward and then backwards, prompting him to spank the right cheek hard.

"You missed the way I used to fuck your ass, babe?"

"Mmmmmhhhhhhmmmmm. I want you to ram me with your cock. Just hold me down and ram my ass hard."

The sun was blinding him from the left corner of his eye. Steven kept his head down, focusing on the sight of Vida's amazing rump as he held her hips and began to thrust forward. She raised her head, feeling several inches of his cock pump deep into her ass.

"That's it! Just like that! Don't hold back! Fuck my ass! I want you to fuck it hard!!"

Vida knew just how to get a rise out of him and motivate Steven into picking up the pace. He gritted his teeth, snarling as he began to pound his dick into her booty.

"Ohhhhh, yeah! That's how I want it! FUCK MY ASS!!"

Her scream echoed through the air, possibly alerting strangers to their actions in the backyard. Vida had zero concern if anyone heard them. She didn't care if someone may have been watching from the distance. Such thoughts only turned her on further as her breasts jiggled from underneath her. Steven slammed every inch of his thick cock into her ass, pumping back and forth. His hands remained on her hips, digging his fingers into her soft skin. The sound of his balls smacking against the underside of her ass brought back many great memories to Vida.

"OHHHHHHH, FUCK!! FUCK YES!! YESSSSSSS!! FUCK THAT ASS!!"

Over and over, he made thrust after thrust. Steven gritted his teeth again, growling deep moans. The joy of fucking her ass was something he didn't think he would ever be able to do again. Steven didn't want to stop but had to slow down to prevent his orgasm. As he thrust every last inch into her booty at a slow pace, Vida glanced behind her shoulder again. Steven noticed her biting her lower lip as she glared at him with one eye.

"Are you ready to fuck my pussy now?"

Steven smirked, shaking his head.

"Yeah, but I've got a better idea. I want you to ride me."

Raising an eyebrow, Vida was surprised. Most of the times they had sex, Steven liked to be in control. She was shocked that he was insisting that she get on top. He carefully pulled his cock out of her ass and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her lips. She moved off the chaise lounge chair to allow him to lay down on it. Once again, he had the blinding sun to block his view as he gazed into the sky for a few moments. Vida hovered over him. Her black hair and the shape of her head blocked out the sun as she reached for his cock and gave it a subtle squeeze. Before she was ready to ride him, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the head. A quick kiss led to her opening her mouth and sucking the tip to go from ass to mouth. Pulling it from her lips with a pop sound, Vida gripped his shaft tightly from the base with her right hand. She straddled him, bending her knees on both sides to hover her wet vulva directly above his cock.

"Once I start, I'm not gonna stop. Since you're allowing me to do this, I want you to cum inside me. Can you do that for me, Steven?"

He nodded to her voice.

"That's the only place I want to cum today."

His words made her skip the slow teasing and slip his cock inside of her. Steven's hands went to her breasts, squeezing them as Vida lowered herself down, sinking his cock into her tight pussy. She leaned forward, brushing her head against his. His hands moved from her tits to wrap around her back. As their lips met, Steven began to buck his hips upward. Vida moaned into his mouth. Her breasts shook against his stomach as she moved her hands to grip the wooden sides of the chair. Steven's balls were smacking against her ass again, making it jiggle under the hot sun. Their tongues danced together as they traded several kisses back and forth. Vida didn't want to break her lips from his. No matter how many times she fucked his nephew, the passion Steven delivered to her was unmatched by any other man. This wasn't sex. They were making love in the most raw, passionate way that only they knew how to do.

After breaking the kiss, Vida pressed her sweaty palms against his chest to elevate herself up. Her busty tits hovered near Steven's face, urging him to plant his face between them. He stopped thrusting to allow her the chance to take over. She raised herself up, gazing down into his eyes as she began to bounce herself up and down on his cock. Vida gave Steven what he wanted, riding his cock with slow movements as her tits subtly bounced around. He watched them for a few seconds before moving his hands to give them another squeeze. She closed her eyes, moaning as she continued to work her hips at a slow pace. Their voices mixed together in soft cries, with Vida becoming louder with each passing second. Slow love wasn't her preference, but she did it for him in the act of love. Their bodies did all the necessary talking without speaking. Vida raked her fingernails across his chest as he began to thrust again, matching her movements.

"Ohhhhhh, god! Ohhhhhh, Steven! That's it! Keep doing that."

"You want more, baby?"

"Yes! Ohhhhh god, yes!"

Thrusting faster, he avoided the distraction of her jiggling breasts and looked at her face. Vida's eyes were shut, but Steven patiently waited to see her eyes again as he kept thrusting. She bit her lower lip, panting and purring.

"Ohhhhhh! OHHHHHHHHH, YEAH!! OHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Finally, Vida's eyes shot open, and she glanced down at him. His hands shifted to her hips, holding her in place. His climax was drawing near. Steven guessed that she was close to her own release too.

"Scream for me, babe. I want to hear your voice. Let it all out."

As he whispered, Vida whimpered and moaned. She slid her hands over her own breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples as she felt the wet rush of her juices flooding his cock from within. Steven didn't hold back. He closed his eyes and grunted as his cock exploded, filling her with his warm seed. Moments like this brought them together in feelings that were unmatched. He screamed, crying in pleasure and love. For every woman who had come and gone through his life, only she remained. Vida was the only one who could make him feel this way and forget all his pain and sorrow. The only way he could express his love for her was through this shared tenderness. In the end, she gave him the only reason he needed to get out of bed and push forward in life. In a moment like this, he lost track of everything to embrace her love. The sunlight glared down over her forehead with a blinding patch as the sweat poured from her face. Steven tried to catch his breath as he gazed into the eyes of his sweet angel.

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1 WEEK LATER

Click. Clack. Click. The thunderous sound of high heels stomping across the wooden floor could be heard from upstairs. A lazy Sunday wasn't in order for Tony and Jennifer. Three days were all that remained of her forties. She was so nervous about reaching the age of fifty. Tony had already reached that milestone in his life. He reassured Jennifer that no matter how old they grew, their love couldn't fade away. She was happy to have his hand on her shoulder, leading her to the next step in life. The way Tony saw it, she was doing the same for him. Jennifer opened doors, putting his foot into a much larger world outside of Miami. They had a life in the spotlight now with his newfound fame as Mr. J-Lo. While they were at home, Jennifer enjoyed the simple life with Tony. Their married life would bring new challenges of balancing public life and privacy. Tony insisted he was ready for the trials ahead. Jennifer believed him, but today wasn't one to talk about the future.

She wanted to unwind and have some sensual fun with him for the last time in her forties. One more day to feel like her old self before she needed to come to terms with getting older. After spending an afternoon having lunch and some drinks with Tony, Jennifer told him to prepare for an evening without clothes. That was a subtle hint that tonight was going to be dirty romance instead of slow lovemaking. Tony went downstairs and stripped naked. Jennifer watched him from the staircase before venturing off to her bedroom to get ready. Just because she wanted him completely nude didn't excuse Jennifer from fixing herself up. The first thing she had to do was pull her hair into a ponytail. Next up were the large, gold hoop earrings. Jennifer chose a pair of black pumps for her feet that revealed her big toes. The choice of black heels matched her fishnet stockings as the only piece of clothing on her body.

No bra or thong left the lingerie outfit incomplete. Jennifer knew Tony wouldn't mind. The stockings went up past her thighs. Knowing him, he would likely keep them on, but the heels wouldn't last. She planned to take them off early on. Of all the many times Jennifer had made love to Tony, there was still one thing left for her to blow his mind. It was one intimate pleasure that she only did with one previous husband. Not a single hint was needed to spoil her planned surprise of a hidden kink. Jennifer thought about the secret as she stopped on her way down the stairs. Tony sat naked on the velvet couch. Across from him were two oval shaped rectory tables. A vase of flowers sat on the one to the left. The right table contained a few magazines and a folded newspaper. In the middle was a plush footstool in the shape of a square with a height on the level of the couch cushions. Tony sat down on the stool, spreading his legs as he glanced in the direction of Jennifer's loud steps. She strutted into the room, grinning at him.

"Why aren't you sitting on the couch, Papi?"

"I don't know. I thought I'd give this stool a try. It's more comfortable than I expected."

Jennifer giggled at him as she stepped closer. Spreading her legs, she watched his eyes fall to her wet pussy. Tony could only see it for a brief few seconds before she turned around to reveal her legendary booty. It bounced, cheeks rubbing together as she clapped her hands and extended her arms. Rolling her hips, Jennifer stomped her left foot into the floor and began twerking. Enticed by the movement of her ass, Tony bit his lower lip and then clapped to cheer her on.

"Yeah! Shake that ass, baby! Move it!"

Clap. Clap. Clap. Her cheeks hit in a steady rhythm as Jennifer tapped her left heel against the floor. The sound of her foot was like a fast paced trap beat going for several seconds. When she stopped, Jennifer used both hands to slap her ass cheeks in a loud smack. She flipped her ponytail to glance across her right shoulder, grinning at him.

"Tienes mi atención."

Speaking in Spanish was a sign of the mood Tony was in. Jennifer stopped twerking and slipped her shoes off.

"Lo sé. Te voy a hacer sentir muy especial, Papi."

Hearing her respond to him in their heritage language made Tony swallow his breath. Jennifer moved in, sitting in the middle of the couch where she faced him. Tony's right hand gripped his cock, stroking it a few times before she leaned in and pulled his hand away. She replaced his grip with her own while leaning in. Tony inhaled the strong scent of her perfume as their eyes met. He slid his hands over her shoulders, gently caressing her skin as their lips pressed together. A tender kiss was shared as her fingers slid up and down his shaft. Jennifer moaned into his mouth as her hand pumped slowly. Closing his eyes, Tony moaned into her mouth. His cock erected to full length, growing harder from the touch of her hand. With a second passionate kiss, Jennifer pulled away and sat across from him on the couch. Her fingers were still wrapped around his cock, squeezing it tighter.

"I love you, Jen. I want you to make me feel like I'm in heaven."

"Relax, Papi. I'm going to do something special to you that I've never done before. I've waited years to share this moment with you."

Bewildered by her words, Tony smiled. Jennifer raised her hand up to his cock, pushing her thumb over the head like it was a button. She licked her lips and then leaned down, blowing hot air across the length as her hand slid down the base. Tony groaned as he felt her tongue flicking the head. Jennifer enveloped her lips around it and began to suck. Her mouth served as a worthy distraction to make him forget about the surprise in store. His hands moved to the side of the stool, holding himself in place as she pushed his cock further into her mouth.

"Ohhhhhh, yes."

As he moaned, Jennifer slid his shaft down her throat. She slowly bobbed her head up and down, passionately sucking him. Her eyes opened to glance up at him. Her gold hoops dangled with the movement of her head. Sucking by the inch, Jennifer found a way to tease by going halfway, then pulling back. When she sucked down, she took more of his cock in, but not the full length. Tony just sat there and watched, moaning in delight as she pleasured him. Her fingers unwrapped from the base. Jennifer used both hands to squeeze his balls, making him cry out.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah. You know how much I love the way you suck it."

Using two fingers of her right hand, Jennifer squeezed his cock from the base and withdrew it from her lips. She held it below her chin and licked the head. She pressed it against her tongue before slipping it back into her mouth. A temporary pause was only done to keep him on his toes. Jennifer didn't know what was going through Tony's mind, but she had to believe he was guessing what her surprise would be. As she resumed sucking, she pushed his cock all the way down her throat, taking every last inch to the point of removing the grip of her two fingers. Tony raised his head, groaning aloud with his eyes tightly shut. When he reopened his eyes, Tony could feel Jennifer's lips aggressively sliding across his cock. She picked up the pace almost instantly. It was like a switch had been turned on as she gorged herself with the flavor of his thick, veiny shaft. Pulling back, Jennifer got herself into another rhythm, moving her lips up and down.

Her eyes gazed up at his face, blinking a few times. As the hoops bounced from her ears, Tony had a sudden urge to place one hand on the back of her head. He didn't hesitate, rubbing his palm against her silky hair and guiding her movements. This only made Jennifer suck him harder and faster. She didn't need his helpful hand. Jennifer pushed his cock to the depths of her throat, swallowing the whole length as her lips buried around his bush of ball hairs. Tony gritted his teeth, groaning loudly. She felt his fingers around her ponytail, leaving Jennifer to hope he didn't pull it apart. Her hair was pulled back for a reason, to prevent any strands from brushing towards her face while sucking him off. Tony grunted, moving his hand away from her head. Jennifer then pulled back, but not without slamming his cock down her throat a second time. Moving her lips back, this time Jennifer released his shaft from her lips with a loud pop.

"Tráelo, Jen!"

His cock was drenched in her saliva, just the way it needed to be for this next step. Jennifer leaned back on the couch and looked into Tony's eyes. She felt obliged to reply to him in her own choice of Spanish words.

"Prepárate. Llevo mucho tiempo esperando hacerte esto."

Raising her legs, she bent her knees to reveal the fishnet stockings. Biting her lower lip, Jennifer purred.

"Pull these off my legs, Papi."

He licked his lips while gazing at the pink folds of her entrance. Tony grabbed the right stocking first and jerked it off her leg. After tossing it to the floor, he went for her left one next. Jennifer flexed her free right toes and then grinned once her other foot was free.

"Sit up for me."

Ordering him in her low tone, Jennifer kept her knees bent. Tony's eyes were still focused on her pussy. That was fine by her. One part of her body served as a distraction to prevent her surprise from being wasted. Biting her lower lip, she flashed the front row of her teeth in a mischievous grin. Her eyes locked on him, as if Tony were her waiting prey. Then she shifted her right leg, pressing her foot near his cock. As Tony glanced down, Jennifer slipped her left foot in. With both feet, she raised his cock and clamped it between her soles. Tony's eyes widened in complete shock at what she was doing. The slickness of his spit-soaked cock made it easier for Jennifer's feet to glide across it. She flexed her knees, spreading them slightly as her eyes set upon him to view his cock lodged between her feet.

"What's the matter, Papi? No girl ever gave you a footjob before?"

His reaction to the use of her feet made Jennifer quietly wonder. Tony's face was stuck in an expression of astoundment. She could almost see that this was an act he had never experienced before. For her to be the first woman to give him this pleasure made it feel all the more special.

"Never. I don't know what to say. This is quite something."

"Something amazing, huh?"

She replied while sliding her feet up and down. Tony exhaled, breathing heavily as the bottom of her big toes gently pressed against the tip of his cock. She pushed it down, similar to how she did her thumb earlier. Jennifer refused to break her eyes from him. As he moaned, she purred in her low, seductive voice.

"Mmmmmmmmm, you like that, Papi? You like my feet?"

"Yes, baby. I can't believe I never thought of this before."

"I love knowing my feet are the only ones you've ever had rubbing against you."

Shifting her right foot slightly, Jennifer maintained the sole around his thick shaft.

"Your cock is mine forever."

"Forever, Jen."

Still rubbing her feet around his dick, she spoke again.

"I want it inside of me. Are you ready to fuck me, Papi?"

"Oh, yeah! I'm more than ready for you, baby!"

Moving her feet away, Jennifer watched his cock flop against his stomach. Tony got up from the stool, using his right hand to shove it back so it wouldn't be in the way. Jennifer kept her legs spread, bending her knees to raise her legs up. As he stood in front of her, she pushed her legs together and planted both feet onto his chest. Tony's hands caressed her calves as Jennifer slowly slid her feet down his chest. She pressed her big toes against his stomach and then moved them away. Tony responded to her teasing by grabbing her legs and mounting them over his shoulders. She giggled in excitement, now seeing that he loved playing with her feet. It was something new for both of them. But she dropped the thought when Tony gripped his cock and rubbed the head against her wet folds. Tony waited to see her lower lip fall. As Jennifer gasped, he slipped his cock inside her.

"If this is how you want me, Papi, then go ahead. Fuck me. Fuck me good."

Jennifer spread her hands across the couch cushions on both sides. She elevated her head, moaning as his cock pushed into her. Tony held her legs as he began to rock his hips, pumping into her at a slow pace.

"Ohhhhhh, yes. Give it to me. Mmmmmmmm, I want more."

Nice and slow, Tony felt the need to make love to her, despite Jennifer's spoken desires. As he thrust, she lowered her right hand down to her pussy and found her clit. Tony noticed her rubbing at it with her index finger. Her left arm wrapped around her boobs, feeling her hardened nipples pressed against her forearm. When their eyes met, she parted her lips to reveal her bared teeth. That look delivered a message. Knowing what she wanted now, Tony made a hard thrust.

"That's it! More!"

Another pump made her bite her lower lip. Jennifer pinched her clit between her index and middle finger. Tony moved her legs off his shoulders to allow Jennifer to bend her knees. He made a few more hard thrusts and then slowed down.

"Baby, I want to move into a new position. I want to take you from behind. Can I?"

"Oh, Tony... You know you don't have to ask for that."

She sighed as his cock exited her cunt. Tony looked behind his left shoulder to make sure the footstool wasn't in the way. Jennifer moved from her position. As she turned around, she made a quick decision to fall to her knees. It was more ideal for her to be in this position if he wanted to fuck her ass after he was done with her pussy. Jennifer was already thinking ahead to the main event of anal sensations. Her breasts pressed against the couch cushion. On her knees, Jennifer was able to make her booty shake around until Tony spanked it.

"Give it to me, Papi! Come on! Fuck me!!"

There was something about hearing her beg that made Tony smile. Jennifer arched her ass out where he could rest his cock in the crack. It was his turn to tease her.

"Beg for it, Jen."

"Ohhhh, Papi. Don't be like that. You know I've been a good girl and shouldn't have to beg!"

"Come on, Jen. I want to hear you. Just tell me, please. Come on, babe."

He blushed at the sound of her pouting. As Tony laughed, Jennifer bounced her ass, making his cock rub around the crack. Watching the movement of her booty was the main reason he chose this position.

"Give it to me! Give me your cock, Papi! I want you to fuck me! Please, pretty please!"



Not once, but twice she said please. Tony was done playfully teasing her. He grabbed his cock and pushed through the pink folds. Jennifer moaned in relief of his cock moving inside her again. She closed her eyes, spreading out her fingers across the couch cushions. Tony grabbed her hips and pushed through with the first hard thrust.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah! Fuck me, Papi! Fuck me!!"

Her ass cheeks jiggled with each complete thrust he sent into her cunt. Jennifer bit her lower lip and moaned. Tony drew back his right hand to spank her ass.

"Spank that ass, Papi! Spank it like you own it!"

"I do own this ass! It is mine! All mine!!"

Another hard swat made his right palm sting. Tony grunted as he gripped her hips, thrusting harder and faster. Taking in a deep breath, Jennifer's voice raised.

"OHHHHHHHH, YES!! YESSSSSSS!! FUCK ME, PAPI!! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEEEEEEE!!"

The more she screamed, the harder her thrust. Tony didn't hold back as he rapidly pumped his cock in and out of her tight pussy. Releasing the grip over her hips, Tony spanked both cheeks of her ass.

"OHHHHHHH, YEAH!!"

Another double tap from his palms between thrusts made Jennifer squeal. Her orgasm was drawing closer with each thrust he gave.

"KEEP GOING, PAPI!! OHHHHHHH, GOD!! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM!!"

Gritting his teeth, he snarled guttural growls. Faster and harder, Tony fucked her pussy with all of his strength. It was taking everything in him to hold back, but he was confident in his own abilities to withstand her orgasm without spilling his own cum. As he continued to thrust, Jennifer screamed again.

"OHHHHHH, FUCK!! FUCKKKKK!!"

Tony had only a few seconds to feel her pussy tightening around his shaft. He reached for it and quickly pulled out to cause Jennifer's love nectar to squirt all over the floor. She exhaled several times, desperately attempting to recover from a hard climax. Tony pushed his cock into the crack of her booty. That feeling brought her back to reality, eager to take a hard pounding in the ass.

"If you want it, take it."

"Take what?"

"You know what, Papi. My ass! What else?"

Grinning to himself, Tony didn't wait to push the head of his cock into his favorite place of her body. He moaned in relief. No matter how many times he was inside of Jennifer's ass, the feeling never wore off. She truly had the greatest booty he had ever explored.

"I've passed the gateway into heaven. Ohhhhhh, yeah. Don't need to walk on cloud nine when I can be inside your ass."

Jennifer smiled proudly as she felt his cock driving deep into her ass. She glanced across her right shoulder, still smiling as she flashed her teeth at him. It was moments like this when he felt nothing else mattered in the world. Blushing at her, Tony slowly pumped his cock into her ass. There was something about the way she expressed genuine happiness through lust that made him feel loved. Tony playfully smacked the left cheek of her ass, watching as Jennifer bit her lower lip in response.

"I will never get tired of you fucking my ass, Papi. No matter how many people like it, no man has ever loved it more than you."

With another slow thrust, Tony sank every last inch of his dick in her ass. He watched his length vanish as it pushed in. Jennifer purred again, still biting her lower lip.

"Mmmmmmmmm, going in deep. I can feel all of your cock."

"That's as far as it'll go, babe."

She chuckled under her breath. The sound of her laughter made Tony exhale. He was blushing again as he pulled back and made another slow thrust.

"Is this how you want to take my ass today, Papi? Nice and slow?"

"I'm just getting started, babe."

"I'm not complaining. You can go as slow as you want..."

Gritting her teeth, Jennifer finished her sentence in a more seductive tone.

"Or you can pound away like a madman. The choice is yours."

He didn't fall for temptation. Tony only went slow to withstand the building pressure of his approaching climax. Jennifer knew his habits well enough to predict this slow pace wouldn't last long. After three thrusts, he abruptly increased speed. Jennifer giggled. Her laughter shifted into loud moans as she felt his cock pounding her ass over and over.

"That's it, Papi! Fuck my ass! I knew you would want to ram it! Oh god, I love the way you do this to me. No one could ever compare to you when it comes to fucking me in the ass!"

Thrust after thrust made him groan and grunt. There was no way he could hold himself back any longer. Tony decided against the idea of pulling out. His load was going in Jennifer's ass and nowhere else. He didn't give it a second thought and rammed even faster, slamming every single inch of his dick into her heavenly booty. Again and again, he kept going until he felt his cock exploding.

"FUCK!! OHHHHH, FUCK!!"

His screams made Jennifer giggle in delight. Tony stopped, prompting her to push back to keep his cock moving in her ass. She backed it up twice, soaking in the feeling of his hot cum shooting so deep in her buttocks. A great way for her booty to kiss her forties goodbye and say a welcoming hello to fifty.

"Oh, Jen... Your ass is the only thing that can handle me."

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2 WEEKS LATER

August 2019

Into the next month, life slightly adjusted for Tony and Jennifer following her fiftieth birthday. Her Star Island home was the location of a grand celebration with friends and family. Kim sent her regards from the entire Kardashian-Jenner family with a luxurious gift delivered to them. Other people involved in Jennifer's business and life sent presents, some more extravagant than mere cards and personalized items. Her longtime music manager sent the largest gift in the form of a luxury vehicle. The soon-to-be Mrs. Lopez-Diaz was the proud owner of a black Lamborghini Huracán for at least a day. Jennifer appreciated the gesture, but she had no use for owning such a fine car. 'That car would look real nice pulling up outside Disco Fever,' Tony suggested. Jennifer agreed, but she was thinking of someone else besides Antonio. Someone who belonged in the office of Disco Fever and was more suited for running the club.

Tony agreed with Jennifer under one condition. He didn't feel that his son had earned the right to be gifted a Lambo. The car was handed to Steven. Jennifer told him personally that she wanted to brighten his day after the horror he had been through. She noticed the gold Rolex watch on his left wrist that she had bought him last year. Delighted to see he appreciated a gift from the past and present, Jennifer was delighted. Their own relationship didn't work, but she told Steven it would be an honor for him to be her future brother-in-law. After everything they had been through, Steven felt a bond he had with Jennifer outside of a failed romance. He was beginning to feel that life was looking up after the tumultuous year they had been through. Maybe there was a light at the end of the tunnel after all. He had seen what hell looked like from under an L.A. mansion where he was chained behind a locked door.

Vida proved to be the one woman in his life thinking ahead to the future. When she saw the slick, black speed demon, she had second thoughts. Her first concern was the unwanted attention that came from driving a sports car in Miami. While Steven had reasons to relax without the Kardashian empire's goons chasing him, there was still Detective Martinez somewhere out there. Steven listened to her, making a strong retort to her argument. 'We can't stop him if he's watching us, but I'm not gonna live my life in fear. That's what he wants us to do. This man wants you to be scared, staying at home all the time.' Steven's words brought much-needed clarity and truth to Vida. After a day of hesitation, she agreed with him to accept the car and get out of their Venetian house. Much fresh air was needed, and they now had a reason to go out and enjoy the long highways stretching into the city. It was curative for both of them in a form of therapy.

As the days passed, Steven wondered how life was treating Antonio back at Disco Fever. He missed working at the nightclub. Due to the unwanted attention of paparazzi, Tony and Jennifer didn't visit the club anymore. Steven thought about working there again. It was a fantasy in his mind to be the manager once more with Vida as his date every night. The party atmosphere of the nightlife was something he yearned for. Once again, Vida reminded him about the cop waiting to hunt them. 'You would be right in plain sight for him. All he'd have to do is bug the club, and then he'd have you on wire', she was speaking from experience of knowing Martinez well enough. Steven knew Vida was right, but he didn't want to listen. 'There has got to be a better way for us to live without worrying about one pig,' he told her. Vida agreed with him, 'if you go back, you have to promise me that you'll up the security. Put cameras everywhere if you have to.'

While life seemed to be improving for his father and uncle, Antonio found himself in a bind. He spent some nights at the club where he worked. On weekends, he was learning everything he could about photography. His relationship with Demi Rose appeared to be reaching a breaking point. Over time, she explained how she didn't want to stay in the same place for long. Demi had a home in Ibiza she welcomed Antonio to. He didn't want to leave Miami, thinking that the planned trips could be done later on. Demi explained that if their relationship was to work, he needed to follow her lead. She put him in a bind, all while the newfound hobby of photography was beginning to consume his life. Antonio transformed his penthouse into an artistic studio. He spent thousands of dollars buying equipment ranging from tripods, cameras, film and two new laptops. One was for editing digital images and the other for future travel. Demi couldn't ignore the dedication he had to being her personal photographer. If only his commitment went further, she would be satisfied.

The time he spent at work was usually behind the locked door of his office. Demi quit appearing at Disco Fever as his nightly date. Antonio would spend several hours of the night on his laptop watching video tutorials and researching information about photo film. When he was alone, Antonio could think for himself without Demi to interject. His mind wandered to her phone. Her face and hands were always glued to the black screen. Antonio thought about the many men who could be messaging her on social media at all times. He never asked Demi about it, but he knew she was desired by men with far more money and power than he would ever have. What was the point in staying with her? All the photo sessions they shared were to make content she would be posting on her FansOnly profile once it launched next year. Demi planned to accumulate a large archive of content she could post over a period of time. Her goals were focused on the life ahead, regardless whether Antonio would be part of that future.

When Demi was upset, she gave him the silent treatment. No texts, no calls, and no speaking when he was home. Her phone was always in one hand. As the problems persisted in their relationship, Antonio wondered if she was making plans to find another man. She seemed bored the last time they engaged in any sexual fun. Antonio wondered if he was the right man for her. What was the point of staying in a relationship with no emotional connection? He enjoyed fucking, but it wasn't the main feature. Other women in his past life had proven to give him more thrilling nights. He had bragging rights for bedding his biggest crushes long before he met Demi. There were many other things he considered in a potential breakup with her. One Sunday morning, his uncle Steven contacted him to ask about the nightclub. The older man could hear signs of emotional stress in Antonio's voice over the phone. Steven decided to arrange a day where he could pick Antonio up in the Huracán and go for a ride across town. No destination was required. They could go anywhere just to hear the roaring motor under the hood and watch the city pass by in a blur from the rearview mirror.

"Comfortable?"

Steven asked Antonio while noticing the amazed expression on his face. He stopped outside a cafe in Brickell. The young man climbed into the car and shut the door. As soon as he strapped the seatbelt on, Antonio's eyes wandered across the interior design. He was wearing a blue shirt to go with his white pants. Steven wore a bright yellow shirt under his gray blazer jacket and blue jeans.

"Wow, this car is real fancy. I've never been in something like this."

"Yeah, it drives fast too. You'll see once we hit the freeway."

He shifted gears, pulling off from the street. Steven turned the steering wheel as they entered traffic behind a metallic blue sedan.

"Have you spoken to your dad lately?"

"No, not since J-Lo's birthday party."

The car sat behind a red light on the brakes. Steven glanced at the rearview mirror above, checking the vehicle behind them. When the light flickered green, he resumed driving behind the car ahead.

"I can't believe he's going to marry her."

"Why not?"

"It's just so weird. I know my dad was dating another woman before her, but... I don't know. I guess I'm just used to seeing my dad with a different woman every few months. I learned how to be a womanizer from him, I guess."

Antonio's rambling words gave Steven many things to contemplate as he focused on the road. Calling himself a womanizer gave Steven something to tease him over soon. After another turn, he replied.

"Your dad is old like me. He's over fifty and don't want to be alone as he keeps getting older. He's known Jen for a long time. I always had a feeling years ago that they would end up together."

Sliding his hands over the steering wheel, Steven adjusted his grip. Another red light halted them. Since Antonio went quiet, he spoke again.

"What's wrong with being a womanizer? You're a young man. You need to have fun before you get older and have more responsibilities."

"Now you're sounding like my dad. He's always reminding me I'm twenty-two years old and need to stop worrying about girls and just enjoy myself."

Steven laughed. The light turned colors, allowing him to power the car forward. Silence fell as he entered I-95 heading north. Trees, cars, and other sights sped by in a blur from the passenger window.

"Girls can be loads of trouble. I haven't heard about that model you introduced me to. She's on your mind right now, isn't she?"

Leaning up in his seat, Antonio sighed.

"How do you know?"

"Don't try to front, Antonio. I know just, just what you are, are, are..."

As he blushed, Antonio tried not to laugh. His cheeks turned red at the sound of his uncle repeating the lines of that familiar song. Steven was well aware of the crush Antonio had on Britney Spears.

"Is she crazy? Or does she got you crazy? Come on, Mr. Womanizer!"

Finally, he burst out laughing.

"Stop! You're embarrassing me!"

"How am I embarrassing you? Who's listening to us?"

Still laughing, Antonio shook his head. Steven smiled, feeling proud that he could still bring the goofy humor out of his nephew. This was something he had missed during his time in L.A.

"Come on, Antonio! You better tell me what's bothering you, or I'll keep busting your balls about Britney Spears."

"Okay, fine, you got me! Demi and I have been fighting lately over stuff."

"What stuff?"

Steven's eyes locked on the road as he shifted the car through traffic. While concentrating on driving, he listened to Antonio.

"Demi wants to do FansOnly. Do you know what that is?"

"No, tell me."

"It's a website service where models and porn stars put up content and their fans pay a subscription fee for them. She isn't doing anything nasty. She just wants to put her modeling pics up and make a profit."

"Okay, go on."

"She wants me to be her photographer. So I bought some cameras. I let her turn my bathroom into a red room. It's a pain at times, but I didn't mind. I haven't been going to work much for the past month because I'm so into photography. I think I found something I love to do. It's more fun than sitting around watching everything at the club."

Pausing to sigh, Antonio swallowed his breath before continuing.

"Anyways, Demi is always on her phone. I know she's a famous model online, so I keep thinking to myself, who is she talking to? I don't know for sure, but I just imagine she's got other men lined up that she can choose besides me."

He watched Steven shift the car into another lane. The older man went quiet for a few seconds before responding.

"You think she would leave you for another man, huh?"

"Yeah. She wants me to move to Ibiza and become her personal photographer."

"Do you want to do that?"

"No! I want to stay here. I've lived my whole life in Florida. Why would I want to move somewhere halfway across the world? She don't get it since I'm not someone who travels like her."

"How long have you been seeing her?"

Steven's question made Antonio think. His relationship with Demi had gone on for several consecutive months. It was long distance at one point when she left him with Abigail Ratchford.

"I... I don't know. I've lost track of time. It was around the time my dad started seeing Jennifer again."

"Ah, so it would be about four or five months, I assume."

"Yeah, I think so. Demi left me behind with one of her girlfriends one time. She didn't have a problem with me sleeping with her friend."

As he thought about Abigail, a wide grin ran across Antonio's face. Between the two, he couldn't deny the bond he felt with Abigail. The way she up and left him without saying goodbye was still a lingering sore place in his heart.

"You know... I've done some bad things when I was dating women in the past."

Steven sighed after speaking. He waited a few seconds and carried on.

"When your dad was with Salma, they hooked me up with this gorgeous model. I cheated on her several times. I didn't think anything of it when I left her. We were always going to break up, I figure."

He was referring to his short lived relationship with Emily Ratajkowski. Steven had not thought about her in a long while. Antonio's story made him remember those days.

"Do you regret cheating on her?"

"Well... sort of. Salma and your dad really thought I was the man for her. But she was too Hollywood for me. I've been a womanizer too, as you know."

Smiling to himself, Antonio was still thinking about his time spent with Abigail. He felt so proud to confess his secret from the day he and Steven fucked Kate Upton together. It was one of the greatest moments of his life, where he felt a connecting bond with his uncle.

"Abigail was Demi's friend. I kinda liked her more. She was very dirty, and I felt like I had something going with her. Something that could be real. She did some things better than Demi."

"You were in love with her, Antonio?"

"Yes... Yes, I was. I didn't want to believe it. But I liked her so much that I told her about the time you and I had with Kate Upton. You remember that, right?"

Like his uncle had so easily done, Antonio was making his uncle blush. Steven grinned, glancing away from the road to exchange a brief smile. His eyes set back on the road as he replied.

"Of course I remember. We really handled her well that day, huh?"

"Yes! Man, you should've seen the look on Abi's face when I told her that we fucked Kate. Her jaw dropped, and then she wanted to know all about it."

Steven was still smiling as he replied.

"Did you tell her about the time you got to fuck Britney Spears on your birthday?"

"No, I didn't."

Antonio gasped as he suddenly thought about Britney. She was still a major crush of his.

"Did you ever fuck Britney?"

Licking his lips, this time Steven didn't glance away from the road.

"Yeah. Your dad and I both, actually. That's how he knew her."

"I knew it! I never wanted to ask him, but I just had a feeling."

Steven chuckled at listening to Antonio's reaction.

"She's a wild beast. Don't tell Vida I told you that."

That remark made them laugh together. Steven spoke again as the Huracán crossed into Overtown.

"I saw Britney in Vegas last year. You were telling me about how Demi left you with this other chick. Let me ask you this. Would you leave her to go to Vegas for another round with Britney?"

"Absolutely."

He replied within a second in a single word. When Steven glanced off to the right, he witnessed the seriousness in Antonio's facial expression. It was a look that told him that the young man spent much time thinking about his past with another woman. That was all Steven needed to know in order to give him advice.

"I think that answers your doubts about the girl you're with. The way you talk about this Abigail girl, it sounds like you trusted her. What happened?"

"Abigail and I got along great... or so I thought. She brought another girl, and we had a threesome. I woke up the next day, and they were both gone. She didn't even say goodbye. No explanation whatsoever."

"You said she was Demi's girlfriend. Did Demi tell you anything?"

"No. She just told me that's Abi's style. She leaves without warning."

Steven turned to an exit lane to get off the interstate. They would need to turn a few other ways to make a trip back south. For now, he was thinking about where he could bring his nephew to grab a quick meal. From everything Antonio told him, Steven was glad they made this trip. A few hours of man talk were needed between the two of them.

"You shouldn't worry about these girls. I can tell you've had your heart broken and you're frustrated. Just listen to me when I tell you this, Antonio. Sometimes, it wasn't meant to be."

"I guess you're right. Do you think I should tell Demi that she can leave for Ibiza without me?"

"That's your choice. If you're ready to move on, just tell her straight up. If she's anything like her friend, she'll probably leave you without saying a word."

Raising his right hand, Steven held up his index finger.

"Don't settle with any girl who makes you feel alone. You're in Miami. There's plenty of hot girls out there. Just cause she's got a great ass don't mean anything."

Antonio sighed, feeling more at ease now. He glanced out the window to see the buildings they drove by. Now that the conversation about Demi was settled, he changed the subject.

"Do you want to work at the club again like old times?"

"Yeah. I'd like to have my old office back. It's been a while since I was there, and I miss it."

"I'd rather you take mine. It's all set up and ready."

"Why's that?"

"Please don't tell my dad. I don't know how to tell him this. I really don't want to be the manager at his club anymore. Demi did one good thing by putting a camera in my hands. I'd like to do something with that and maybe become a photographer. Do you think that would make him proud?"

Steven was impressed by this admission. He glanced over at his nephew and smiled.

"Forget your dad for a minute. I'm proud of you right now for saying this."

"Really!?"

"Yeah! Sounds to me that you've got plans to make a name for yourself. I like that! I think you'll make a good photographer."

"I want to go to college for art design and photography."

Shaking his head, Steven quickly replied.

"No, fuck that. You don't need to waste any money going back to school. Photographers don't need degrees. To them, that's just a useless piece of paper that says they're smart. They're not lawyers, you know? If you've been snapping pictures of your girlfriend, then I think you've got a little bit of experience under your belt. You just need to meet the right people, you know?"

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5 DAYS LATER

Waking up alone in the penthouse had become the new normal for Antonio. Encouraged by his uncle's wisdom, he ended his relationship with Demi. She wasn't speaking to him at all or answering his texts. Antonio unleashed a burst of emotions by slamming doors and screaming at her. 'If you're not gonna talk to me, then pack your shit and get the fuck out! I'm done with this! I don't need you, and you don't need me, so go find some other poor bastard to follow you around!' He called room service to help escort her from his home while Demi yelled back at him in response. She didn't cry or show much emotion apart from the predictable response to his anger. She left quietly, pouting with her phone stuck to her right palm. Antonio considered the possibility of her posting about an angry ex-boyfriend on social media. He didn't care. Since he spent most of his time in reality away from the online world, he saw no reason to be concerned.

Steven took the role of club manager at Disco Fever. After the long talk they had while driving, Steven promised his nephew that he would speak with his dad and square things out. Keeping his word, Steven met with Tony the next day. The brothers engaged in a deep conversation about the club and Antonio. Unknown to the young man, his father was aware of him skipping work. Steven protected his nephew's personal life, only mentioning his newfound photography dreams as something he was told in passing. The next day, Tony called his son to speak with him. Antonio explained how he wanted to make a name for himself as a photographer in the future. To his shock, his father wasn't disappointed in him. Tony offered to give his son a bit of funding to make his dream come true. Antonio accepted a check for fifty thousand dollars, but he didn't know how to spend it yet. The money would need to be spread out and micromanaged until he could turn a profit later on.

One year seemed to be a good estimate to get off his feet. Maybe it would take a little longer than that, but he was feeling optimistic about his chances. Instead of renting a building, Antonio decided to keep things small for now. He didn't need a studio for now. Connections were more valuable than learning the craft of a photography style. The one thing he was confident about was exploring the beauty of the female body. Demi had taught him this when she walked him through the many poses she liked to do. From her, he learned to avoid abstract, artistic-based pictures. The focus of his photographs needed to be on the woman, and everything else needed to be smaller details in the background. Since his uncle took over at Disco Fever, Antonio had all the time in the world to practice throughout the days. He ventured into the city with his handheld Kodak cameras to test film in the daytime. From here, he focused on lighting and how to avoid saturated images.

Life felt normal again for Steven back at the club. The constant flicker of neon lights and thumping bass rhythm brought back a rush of good memories. Vida commented that his hair was beginning to cover his head again. He wore his signature look of white pants, a matching jacket, and a blue shirt underneath. The Rolex watch Jennifer gifted him remained on his wrist at all times as the only jewelry he cherished. In the first days, Vida refused to join him at the club. Detective Martinez remained an invisible force in their life at all times, much to Steven's growing frustration. He tried to ease Vida's stress by overhauling the surveillance system at the club. Twelve new cameras were added in his first move as manager. Two security guards were put in charge of monitoring the footage at all times. The exterior of the building now contained six cameras. Vida was pleased but still didn't feel comfortable joining him at the club. Maybe a week from now she would feel better, he hoped.

At least she was waiting for him at the house when he came home around midnight. Steven had no desire to mess around with another woman after everything he had been through. He was quietly inspired by the stability of his brother's relationship with Jennifer. It was something he wanted with Vida in the future when the time was right. Vida trusted him to be committed in their relationship this time around. Steven avoided the temptation of the beautiful women who came and went through the doors of the club. Two fresh faces had caught his attention the past three nights. One was a redhead with a face resembling Scarlett Johansson, but with bigger lips to complement her thick body. The other was a blonde haired woman with brown eyes wearing a silver necklace with the name 'Danii.' Her hair was bleached platinum blonde, and her skin was tanned. Both women had similar builds of hourglass figures.

The previous nights, the girls entered the club and went to the bar first. The red haired one wore skin-tight dresses hugging all over her curves. From behind, it was easy to see she had an enhanced booty. The other girl wore similar outfits with plunging cleavage and revealing her legs. Tonight was no different. Steven spotted the redhead first at the bar, wearing a pink dress and revealing her cleavage. Her friend joined her soon after in a blue mini skirt and tank top. Her flat, toned stomach told a tale of how she kept her body in shape to maintain the many surgeries to create her plastic bimbo look. It was easy to guess they were some kind of models, but Steven didn't speak to them. He thought about his nephew and saw a great opportunity for Antonio to meet two girls to forget about his breakup. Back in his newly remodeled office room, Steven picked up the phone and called Antonio. He had to wait almost a minute before the young man answered.

"Hey, it's me. Hope you weren't sleeping."

"I wasn't. What's going on? Are you at the club?"

"Yeah. You need to get your ass over here right now. Come on, I wanna show you something. Put on your Mr. Womanizer suit and get ready to dance the blues."

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1 HOUR LATER

The last thing Antonio expected was to be disturbed tonight and dragged back to Disco Fever by his uncle. From the words he spoke on the phone, Antonio could guess that Steven wanted to introduce him to a woman. He wasn't expecting to meet two. They were still waiting at the bar, enjoying margaritas. Despite his uncle's instructions to wear a suit, Antonio chose to arrive in a pair of black shorts and a simple blue T-shirt. He wasn't the manager anymore, so he felt he could arrive in a more casual outfit. When he entered the club, Steven wasn't there to greet him. He was in his office, glancing out the window to make sure Antonio spotted the girls alone at the bar. The women were first to notice Antonio, with the red haired one whispering something as he stepped by. Steven was confident he didn't need to guide Antonio. It was his turn to do things his way, even if it was just a night of partying with two beautiful women.

"Hi, I'm Danii. What's your name?"

The blonde introduced herself as Danii Banks. After her, the redhead revealed herself in a similar, soft tone of voice.

"I'm Amanda Nicole... The Amanda Nicole."

Her resemblance to Scarlett Johansson went a long way thanks to multiple surgeries to make it possible. Antonio stared into her deep blue eyes before joining them at the bar. They appeared to be shocked that he dared join them for a drink. After introducing himself by name, Antonio began a conversation by asking if they were a couple. That got them laughing and curling their large lips in wide smiles. Danii explained that they were models on a trip to Miami to create content. Antonio saw this as a lucky opportunity for himself. He didn't hesitate to explain to both of them that he was trying to start his own photography gig. Amanda laughed at him. Danii expressed her doubts about his claim, believing he was using a pickup line on her. Antonio responded by mentioning the use of his small handheld cameras. He was honest about how he lacked any real experience besides snapping photos of his ex-girlfriend. He avoided mentioning Demi by name as he explained her hopes of launching a FansOnly account.

Amanda raised an eyebrow as he continued. She asked if he was an amateur. Antonio responded with a shrug. 'I guess you can call me one. My ex had been doing stuff long before she met me. She had to show me how she wanted her photos. Right now I'm trying to figure out how to put my name on the map somewhere.' The girls exchanged looks, grinning at each other. Danii nodded, seeing a reason to trust his honesty. Antonio went on to tell them that his penthouse apartment was where he had a studio. They giggled with Danii teasing him further, 'If you're THAT horny, you can just flat out say it!' She cracked him up, laughing hard. Antonio wasn't discouraged and instead wanted a drink, flagging the bartender with the request of a gin and tonic. Amanda was impressed that he ordered his own without offering to pay for them to have more. 'Every other guy we've talked to at a bar has been trying to get us drunk,' she told him. Antonio simply smiled back at her.

"I'm not much of a drinker. I wish I had gotten drunk the night I broke up with my ex, so I guess I'm making up for lost time."

Danii teased him. She was sitting on his left side. Amanda was off to the right where he sat between them. They both had higher pitched bubbly voices that sounded more exaggerated than natural.

"You say that like it was recent."

He nodded at her.

"It was earlier this week. About four or five days ago, if I can remember it right."

"Oh, wow. You're coming off fresh from a breakup, and I guess she left you with all the camera equipment."

He smiled, nodding again to Danii's words.

"I've spent over five grand just on cameras. I've bought some other stuff too and lots of film. I'm just trying to figure out what I'm gonna do with all of it."

Amanda was interested. As the bartender placed Antonio's drink in front of him, she spoke up.

"You said your ex was trying to do FansOnly."

Taking a sip from his drink, Antonio sat the glass back down. He turned his head, making eye contact with Amanda.

"That was her plan. She had already done her own modeling stuff before meeting me. She travels all over the place to exotic locations. Part of the reason we broke up is cause I didn't want to follow her."

Danii giggled.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're too kind to strangers?"

His eyes leered over at Danii, who was grinning at him seductively. She ran her right index finger across her lips, playfully teasing him with the hinting view of her teeth. Antonio grinned at her.

"No, but I've been told I'm a womanizer by more than one person."

Amanda gasped, her lower lip falling in shock at his flirty answer. Danii laughed at him, moving her hand away from her mouth.

"I take it back. You're too kind and too honest! I like you, Antonio. There's no lying in you."

Giggling again, she spoke again.

"I can't speak for Amanda, but one night stands with random guys aren't usually my game. But in your case, I'm thinking about making an exception."

Her eyes shifted over to Amanda, quietly nodding at her. Antonio looked at the other woman, who locked eyes with him. Her large, dick sucking lips curved into a mischievous grin.

"You're a bold man, I like that. Do you really think you can handle us?"

After all the older women he had been with, Antonio chuckled at her taunting question. Two thick girls would make a solid tag team, but he was confident in his own abilities. The many romps with older women had taught him enough about sex to take them on.

"You should be asking yourself if you can handle me."

He shifted his gaze to Danii, smirking at her. She blinked her eyes at him, flashing her teeth into a pretty grin. Her smile got the point across. It wasn't the kind of look he was accustomed to from older women who could devour him. Danii's expression told him that she wanted a man who could lead. If that was what she wanted, Antonio was confident in his own abilities. The look on Amanda's face told a different tale. She had a fiery look in her blue eyes, hinting at the beast she had within her.

"You really think you can take us both?"

Danii teased him. Antonio nodded at her.

"Oh, yeah. I've had my fair share of practice with girls. If you want me, then bring it on."

No hint of his past sexual experiences by dropping names. Antonio had learned not to brag like he did to Abigail Ratchford. The wild romps of his past were better left as intimate secrets only between him and the women he shared those days with. Even though he embraced being called a womanizer by his uncle, Antonio decided not to be the kind of playboy who bragged at every opportunity for clout. Amanda and Danii looked at each other, gesturing with their eyebrows and subtle smiles. After a moment, Amanda spoke.

"If we take you, it has to be at our place and by our rules. This is our game, and you're the guest."

Danii giggled.

"Can you handle that, Mr. Antonio?"

Shrugging his shoulders, he smirked.

"Of course. Your house, your rules."

Nodding at him, Danii replied.

"Smart man. Let's see if you can back up your big talk. Hmmmmmm, maybe if you show me and Amanda a good time, I'll help you with your photography. Be glad I have a thing for amateurs, otherwise I probably wouldn't give you a single second of my time."

From above, Steven watched the trio leaving the club as they continued to talk. Antonio was between the two women, marching with Danii's hand in his own. Smiling to himself, Steven was proud to see this moment. His assumption was proven to be correct. Antonio didn't need his guidance anymore when it came to women. It was best for him to have fun while he was still in his early twenties. As they walked out the front door, Steven quietly thought to himself, 'go get 'em', Antonio was more than his nephew in the way he viewed him like a son. Better than a son.

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1 HOUR LATER

Across town and into Brickell, the two self proclaimed 'baddies' had a one bedroom suite in a hotel far away from the club. Danii called an Uber to pick them up outside the club after Antonio told her that he didn't have a car. He would've preferred a taxi but stayed quiet since the choice was hers. He was stuck in the middle of the two girls, sitting between them in the back of the car. The driver was a quiet man, not offering any dialogue to begin a conversation with his chatty guests. Amanda and Danii couldn't stop talking about Las Vegas. Antonio quickly learned it was where they lived and then subtly forgot about such details by the time they entered the hotel. His only focus was on their bodies as they teased him in the elevator. After stepping out, it was a short walk to their room. Amanda made it clear she preferred to have sex with the lights off. They pulled back all curtains from the two windowed walls to use only the bright sparkling areas of nearby buildings to illuminate the room.

Amanda was the first to peel off her dress and reveal her hourglass shaped bimbo body. Her pale skin was visible in the darkened room. No bra held her augmented breasts that stood without the need of push-up. A green three leaf clover was tattooed on her right hip. Below her small waist, no panties hid the sight of her shaved cunt. Another piece of body art decorated Amanda's left shoulder in the shape of a black circle with details Antonio couldn't make out from the dim lighting. No tats covered Danii's thick body. Her breasts were around the same size as Amanda's but flapped against her chest without the additional lift. She peeled off her dress, revealing only a pink thong that covered her wet pussy. Antonio sat on the bed with his shoes already strewn about on the floor. The bed had a low height where he could stretch his feet across the carpet floor. Amanda waited for her girlfriend to push down her thong and reveal her pussy. Only then did the girls turn around at the same time to reveal their gigantic asses.

"God damn!"

He gasped after speaking. Danii and Amanda leaned forward, shoving their asses out. Amanda was the first one to begin twerking. Her ass cheeks clapped in a fast, steady rhythm. Danii made her cheeks bounce, shaking around before she started twerking next to her friend. He didn't care that their asses were fake. They were the biggest he had ever seen up close like this. Antonio reached out with both hands. His left hand striking across Danii's bum and the right palm touching Amanda's. Once they stopped, the girls turned back around to face him. They dropped to their knees and crawled forward. Antonio had a set of blue eyes glaring at him from the right. Amanda's dark brown hues were visible from his left. They stopped in front of his legs, where his cock was visibly bulging in his tight shorts. Since they didn't unbutton them, Antonio stood up and did so, dropping his shorts and underwear down to his ankles. Danii gasped at the sight of his hardened shaft.

"Look at this big stick."

She reached for it, grabbing hold with her right hand. Antonio shook his legs to move his bare feet out from his shirts. Danii stroked his cock, sliding her hand slowly around it while Amanda leaned in and flicked her tongue across the head. Danii let go of his shaft to allow Amanda to enjoy the first taste. The girl resembling a famous actress moved closer as she replaced her friend's hand with her own. Danii grinned at Antonio before speaking.

"She just got a lip lip, so she won't gag or choke on your dick like basic bitches do."

A 'lip lip' must've been slang for surgery producing the signature bimbo style dick sucking lips. Antonio moaned as Amanda pushed his shaft between her lips and didn't hesitate to begin sucking him hard. She devoured several inches of his cock, pumping her down. Danii watched Amanda's lips move as they both heard his low groans. Amanda removed her fingers and slid his cock down her throat. He didn't expect her to begin with a showing of strength in her oral skills through a quick deepthroat maneuver. It was a sign of what to expect from Amanda, but she didn't suck him for long. His cock slid out of her mouth, and then Danii gripped his pole once more. With a kiss to the tip, Danii enveloped her lips around it and began sucking. Her lips moved down to her index finger, then back up. Amanda grinned at him, moving her hands to her breasts to subtly tease him, but Antonio's focus was centered on Danii. He groaned when she unhooked her fingers and began sucking faster.

'Mmmm, mmmmmmm,' muffled moans were heard from the girl with silky blonde hair. Antonio placed his left hand on the back of Danii's head, encouraging her to suck deeper. She did so, rubbing the head of his shaft down the back of her throat. With his right hand, he reached out and pinched Amanda's left nipple. She moaned, biting her lower lip to softly pur in a higher pitched voice. When he moved his hand away from Danii's head, she raised her head and released his shaft from her lips with a pop. Amanda gripped his cock and stuffed it between her lips for another round of sucking. Moving her lips faster, it caused a few locks of her red hair to brush into her face. Danii's hands swept Amanda's hair out of her face, aiding her friend. It distracted Amanda to stop and let Danii have a second term slobbering all over his shaft. Antonio groaned as Danii licked the head and pushed it between her lips again. As her friend resumed sucking, Amanda lowered her head and began licking his balls.

Exhaling a deep breath, Antonio tried to remain quiet as he bit his lower lip. He wanted to hear the slobbering and sucking noises their mouths produced. Amanda pushed one of his balls into her mouth, sucking it loudly while Danii's brown eyes glared at him. Half of his shaft was between Danii's lips until she pulled it out to spit on the head. Amanda quit sucking his nuts and raised her head to give his cock another round of sucking. Danii didn't bother with his balls, instead smiling and giggling at him. She didn't utter any speech when he expected her to speak. Amanda pulled away from his shaft with a string of saliva dangling back to her lower lip. Danii broke it with her hand and slathered the string across the length of his shaft before gripping the base. Once again, her beautiful dark eyes set upon his face as she slipped his dick between her lips. His eyes drifted over to Amanda who was flashing her teeth at him in a big smile. Her hands were on her tits, pressing them together to tease with the view.

"Are you enjoying yourself, big guy?"

He nodded in response without speaking. Danii extracted his shaft from her lips with two saliva strings dangling back to it. The drool coating his shaft glimmered in the shadows of the room. Danii grabbed her big, bimbo tits and then moved in. Amanda was forced to scoot her knees off to the right as Danii pulled her breasts apart and slid them around his shaft. Gazing down, she spit on the tip before finally closing her tits around his dick. Danii raised her head as Antonio moved his hips. She smiled, moaning as his wet dick pumped between her boobs.

"You like fucking big tits?"

"Oh, yeah."

Giggling at him, she teased some more.

"I can tell you've done this before."

"Far more than once."

His reply was a slight correction. Antonio thrust hard, pumping his dick up and down between Danii's big tits. Amanda grinned at him from the side.

"Don't get too excited. I want a titfuck too."

Amanda's voice changed to a lower tone, somewhat sluttier without the higher pitch she used in their earlier conversations.

"You'll get one after I'm done with these titties."

Danii giggled at him as his cock thrust between her tits again.

"Talking like a man with a plan!"

No laugh followed her subtle joke. Antonio was determined as he moved his hands to her shoulders, holding her in place. He thrust back and forth, keeping his cock moving between her tits as Amanda watched. Danii lowered her head and licked the head each time it poked up. This only made him thrust harder, trying to push it through her lips. Antonio got his wish, and the following noises were made from his cock slipping out of her mouth with a pop. The noise repeated three more times, causing Amanda to pout and moan.

"Boy, you better fuck my tits hard and fast if you want me to use my lips again."

That remark got a chuckle out of Antonio. Danii raised her head slightly, allowing him more room to pump away between her tits. He went faster for a few more seconds before he stopped. Amanda had taken his attention away from her friend. He pulled his shaft out from between Danii's tits, listening to her pout as he stepped closer to Amanda.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look like Scarlett Johansson?"

Her eyes went wide as she flashed her full teeth, smiling proudly.

"They call me the thick black widow online!"

She made him laugh again as Amanda pushed her breasts around his dick. Danii grinned, watching as her friend squeezed those big tits around his shaft. Antonio began to thrust, pumping up and down while Amanda raised her head and looked into his eyes.

"Fuck these titties!"

Antonio slid his hands across Amanda's perfect face, gently caressing her pale skin as he bucked his hips. Every inch of his long, veiny shaft pumped up and down between her huge bimbo tits. Danii got up from the floor and moved to the bed, where she climbed up, positioning herself on all fours. From the corner of his left eye, Antonio could see her immense booty. He shifted his gaze to her ass, watching the cheeks clap together as he moved his hands away from Amanda's face. His cock was still driving between Amanda's boobs with the movement of his hips. Feeling more bold than ever, Antonio used his right hand to tilt Amanda's head down, twisting his fingers into a fistful of her hair. She opened her mouth for him to slip his cock between her lips with each thrust. The popping sounds were faster, echoing loudly from her larger lips.

"Suck it."

Smack. Pop. Smack. Pop. Smack. Pop. The sound of Danii's ass cheeks clapping and Amanda's lips popping mixed together for a cacophony of fucking. Antonio halted from fucking Amanda's tits. He let go of her hair and pulled his cock out from her tits. The girls might as well have been fighting over his attention. One distracted him from the other, and right now, Antonio wanted to be behind Danii. He climbed onto the bed, standing directly behind her enormous ass. She glanced behind her left shoulder after feeling the mattress slightly moving beneath her palms and knees.

"Fuck me."

That was all she had to say after he got behind her. Danii's submissive vibes reminded him of another girl in his near past. Antonio wasn't afraid to take control this time. His right hand slapped across her booty, watching both cheeks jiggle. He glanced off the bed to see Amanda still on the floor. He motioned for her with his hand.

"Get up here. I want you on all fours too, right next to Danii."

Amanda obeyed his command, climbing onto the bed and then crawling on all fours. Danii giggled at him.

"So you're calling the shots now, huh?"

"Damn right I am!"

Both hands smacked across her plump ass cheeks. Danii giggled then bit her lower lip as her booty jiggled around. Amanda was next to him, off to his right side, where he wanted her. Antonio gripped his cock and pushed it beneath Danii's giant booty and rubbed it against the wet folds of her pussy. He wanted to hear her whimper, so he rubbed it up and down before slipping in.

"Ahhhhhh, yeah..."

He gasped in response to the tightness of her pussy. It felt so good to get some of this again after a rough breakup. Antonio grabbed hold of Danii's hips and began to thrust hard. Unprepared by his sudden action, Danii's eyes widen and she gasped loudly. Amanda saw the expression on her friend's face. A hint of Antonio's intensity that awaited her.

"Oh my god! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!"

Squealing loudly, Danii screamed for him. That did the trick of making him begin with hard and fast thrusts. She slid her hands across the white sheets of the bed, resting her breasts against the bed to arch her booty up for him. The cheeks split at the crack. If she wasn't so passive in her nature, Danii could've potentially dominated him with her mighty ass. Antonio was grateful she let him be in control. As he pounded her pussy, her booty cheeks clapped and shook around.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhh, yeah! Fuck me hard!"

"You like that!? You like how I'm fucking you nice and fast like this, huh!?"

"Yes! I want more! Give it to me, please!!"

Begging with a 'please' made him want to kiss her. Neither girl had dared give him a taste of their surgically enhanced lips. It didn't matter with the privilege to fuck them both. Amanda began rolling her hips, making her massive ass twerk as she remained next to Danii. Antonio noticed the movement as he continued to pummel his cock into Danii's pussy. She whimpered and squealed, her voice almost shrieking as she became more and more excited.

"OHHHHH, FUCK!! YESSSSSS!! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEEEEEE!! PLEASE DON'T STOP!! DON'T STOP!! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME UNTIL I CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK!!"

Her high pitched voice screeched loudly, echoing throughout the entire hotel suite. It only made Antonio fuck her into an overdrive. He pounded away at her pussy while planting his hands on her ass cheeks. Amanda gasped and giggled at the sight. Her hips were still rolling to keep her own booty cheeks slapping together. Antonio didn't spank her. Amanda would have his devoted attention soon enough, but not until he fucked Danii into her climax. The wait wouldn't be long at the rate she was belting out scream after scream.

"YES, YES, YESSSSSSSS!! OHHHHHH, GOD!! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEEEEEE!! OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM!! DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP!! OHHHHHHH!!"

Without any warning beyond her loud voice, Antonio felt the inside of her cunt tightening around his cock. He quickly pulled out to cause a burst of her juices splattering onto the bedsheets underneath her. Danii collapsed on her chest, pressing her legs together to elevate her booty into the air once more.

"Oh my fucking god... you... you really know how to give a girl a good pussy pounding."

Danii could barely speak as she tried to catch her breath. Antonio moved over to Amanda. She glared at him from across her left side, as if to make sure he noticed the tattoo on her shoulder.

"If you can smash Danii like that without busting a nut inside her, then I'm expecting the same. Fuck me! Fuck me hard enough to make me scream like that!"

Giving her ass a hard spank across the left cheek, Antonio used his other hand to grip his shaft. He pushed it beneath her ass, poking around until he found her wet folds to slip inside. Amanda repeated Danii's position, pressing her chest against the bed and raising her ass into the air. She rested her chin under her folded hands as she began rolling her hips, twerking on him as he made the initial thrust inside her.

"Come on, Antonio! Fuck the shit outta me!!"

Amanda pushed back, matching his thrusts until he gripped her thick ass cheeks and squeezed them hard. Having recovered from her orgasm, Danii moved up from the bed, sitting on her knees where she could watch the action from a different angle. Each thrust Antonio made caused Amanda's phat cheeks to flap up and down.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh, yes! That's it! YES!!"

As Amanda screamed, Danii clapped her hands together. Antonio's efforts were paying off as he made the red haired bimbo scream so quickly. Her friend clapped again, cheering him on.

"Go, go, go! Oh my god, Amanda! It's so hot watching you get fucked!!"

When his eyes shifted to Danii, she winked at him. Antonio knew right at that moment where he wanted to blow his load. It was going all over her face and nowhere else.

"FUCK ME!! FUCK ME HARDER!! YESSSSSSSS!!"

Amanda's screams were met with Danii cheering and hollering. They had no concern whatsoever about other guests in the hotel hearing what was going on in their room. Antonio slammed his cock into Amanda's pussy, driving it back and forth as he gave her thrust after thrust. Danii threw her arms up, dancing them around and making her tits subtly jiggle around. Grunting to himself, Antonio reared both hands back and slapped his palms across Amanda's squishy, thick ass.

"THAT'S IT!! OHHHH GOD, YES!! YESSSSSSS!! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!!"

There were few things better in life than hearing a woman scream for more. Antonio delivered, using the remainder of his stamina and strength to fuck Amanda. He wanted to give her a fucking she would never forget. Her eyes widened as she gasped and then gritted her teeth.

"OHHHHH!! MYYYYY!! FUCKING... GOD!!"

Danii squealed like before, appearing more excited than ever. The look on Amanda's face was nothing new for her to witness. So near, yet feeling so far away. Amanda's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she darted her tongue out. She went cross-eyed for a brief moment as Antonio fucked her past the breaking point. He was unable to hold back. As soon as he pulled his cock out of her pussy, Antonio felt the explosion commencing.

"FUCK!! FUCKKKKK!!"

Amanda was yelling in her high pitched, squeaky voice as Antonio moved towards Danii. Licking her lips, Danii guessed what he wanted to do as he aimed his cock at her face. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to stick her tongue out. Actions spoke louder than words as Danii revealed herself to be no stranger to cum shots. He grunted while jerking his cock back and forth with his hand. The sound of Amanda panting and breathing heavily could be heard from nearby. She raised herself up, witnessing the moment as a thick string of cum flew out of Antonio's cock and splattered across Danii's right cheek. A second rope of cum missed her tongue entirely, drawing a sticky line on her forehead and into her hair.

"Mmmmmm, give me that cum."

Danii's eyes were still closed as she begged for more. Antonio forced out another burst of cum that splattered on her right cheek, trailing down her neck. He was pleased at her eagerness to take a facial. With another loud grunt, he forced out the final drops of his seed that landed on her legs below. Amanda raised herself up, grinning at the sight of Danii's face drenched in cum.

"Damn, girl! He got you good!"

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Los Angeles, California

Into the midnight hours, Kim Kardashian enjoyed the tender company of her most trusted sister Khloe. Their lips locked for a passionate kiss as they lay in bed cuddling with each other. Khloe's hands were wrapped around Kim, lightly digging her long fingernails into Kim's thick ass cheeks. The two had been engaged in a sinful event of sisterly love throughout the night. When everything in their world had become stressful, Kim always knew she could depend on Khloe to wash away the pain. Several weeks had passed since she accepted a peace agreement with Tony regarding his brother. The details didn't sit well with Khloe since Steven was a runaway slave. Kim understood her sister's frustrations, but the stakes were too high. Kim had known Tony for many years, and if he was to truly marry Jennifer, that made matters difficult for potentially recapturing Steven and dragging him back to hell.

Who needs boyfriends when you have sisters? A question that made Khloe blush and giggle. If Steven didn't know about their sisterly secrets, he wouldn't be worth a second thought. As time passed, Kim was confident that Tony could keep his brother quiet. Despite their truce, Kim did not stop her ongoing surveillance. She had a crew of men in Miami watching the Disco Fever club at all times. An open tab was kept on Steven's whereabouts, tracking his every movement. A squad of six men was stationed in Miami, prepared at any moment to make a move if Kim gave the order. They informed her that Steven was seen with Vida Guerra again. Kim had reasons to be as cautious as she was suspicious about the couple. Every Tuesday, they would disappear off the grid, venturing south. The men would lose track of the black Huracán as it headed south, disappearing in Palmetto Bay. It would resurface the next day, parked in the driveway of the Venetian mansion residence they shared.

Khloe believed Kim was patiently waiting for Steven to slip up and allow them the chance to take him back. All he had to do was make one wrong move, and then it was all over. What made the situation even better was thoughts of taking Vida as a captive. Khloe had long thought about revenge against an old family foe. There were many slave traders among the international elites who would likely pay a decent price for her. Over time, the sisters shared conversations centered around questions of 'what if?' and 'how about?' Kim reassured Khloe that if they needed to take drastic measures, it was her call to make the hard decisions. Tonight was yet another night they got lost in talks about Steven. Khloe's one weakness was that she never let go of anything. Kim took advantage of her sister's worst habit, feeding into the obsession by mentioning her troubles at any given time. As they lay naked, cuddling together after an intimate hour, Kim found herself thinking about the Diaz men. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get Tony out of her head.

"What are you thinking about, Kim?"

Khloe asked, pressing her lips onto her sister's neck. Kim softly cooed.

"If you're asking if I'm thinking about something besides your va-jay-jay, then the answer is like, yes."

Giggling at her sister, Khloe sighed.

"I knew it. Something we don't talk about enough is our runaway slave."

"Actually, I'm thinking about his brother right now, not him."

Khloe lifted her head, gazing into Kim's eyes.

"It's been some time since your talk with him. Do you think he's having second thoughts about your Oscar worthy performance last month?"

Kim smiled, raising her eyebrows.

"Oh, he believed me. It's not that. I'm a little peeved that neither he or Jennifer invited us to their wedding. After how long I've known Tony, it feels like a slap in the face, you know?"

"Do you know where they're having the wedding?"

Nodding to her sister's question, Kim was still smirking as she answered.

"They've already made reservations on a little island out in the Bahamas. It's kind of hard to keep a secret this big. I have to hand it to Jennifer, she knows how to plan a wedding. Maybe that's why she loves getting married so many times."

Khloe laughed at Kim's joke. She pressed her lips onto Kim's, embracing another forbidden kiss between them. Kim gently pushed her sister to lay on her back.

"If you want, we can drop in and surprise them."

Kim laughed at Khloe's suggestion.

"I might just do that. A big surprise just for them. But for now, I want something none of them can have."

She winked, kissing her sister again. Kim moved around the bed to the opposite side of Khloe, where she could move her body atop her. It wasn't the first time they had been locked into a 69 position. Kim gave Khloe the privilege to lay her body atop hers earlier tonight. Now the favor was being returned without any words necessary. As she gazed at Khloe's wet mound, Kim licked her lips. No toys were required for them to get each other off. Only by using their lips, tongue, and fingers. That was the way Kim preferred it when they were locked in a bedroom together. Khloe's vulva lips were calling to be touched. Kim adjusted herself so her own pussy was lying atop Khloe's hungry mouth. When she felt her sister's tongue slip inside her, she didn't wait to return the favor. A muffled moan was heard from Khloe's voice as she felt Kim's tongue slithering inside. She raised her hands and planted both palms onto Kim's ass.

Khloe's nails were like needles poking into the soft flesh of her booty. The feeling made Kim wiggle her tongue around aggressively. No matter how many hours passed from when they began, Kim couldn't resist the urge when Khloe used her sharp nails on her. Tiny dots were left in her skin as Khloe shifted her fingers around. The sisters locked themselves together, thrusting their tongues into each other. Kim used her right hand fingers to play with Khloe's clit, rubbing it slowly. She moved it between two fingers to apply a hard pinch. Khloe responded by pushing her tongue as deeply as she possibly could in Kim's cunt. It was only a momentary increase in speed. Khloe settled down after a few seconds and remained licking at the slow pace. Kim pinched her sister's clit again, then withdrew her tongue to lick it. Closing her eyes, she let out a deep sigh. Exhaling a second time, she was ready to go back in for another taste of Khloe's pussy.

Kim's tongue explored her sister's womanhood with a renewed sense of vigor. No matter how many times she had eaten her out, the taste was always intoxicating as it was addictive. The secrets she shared with her sisters were a divine piece of knowledge no outsiders were worthy of knowing. The ones who did might as well have sold their souls to them. Kim closed her eyes, moaning muffled sounds as she pushed her tongue deeper, matching Khloe's own thrusts. They were both close to a second release. One final orgasm before they needed sleep. Kim concentrated on licking as she used her index finger and thumb to rub Khloe's clit. Her sister responded by planting her hands onto Kim's booty cheeks yet again. All ten fingernails dug into her skin, causing Kim to thrust her tongue faster. Khloe was unprepared for that moment as she tensed up and her pussy ejected hot juices to the roof of her mouth. Kim felt her own orgasm pulsing through her, filling Khloe's mouth as she raised her head. Swallowing the cum, Kim moaned to her loyal sister.

"Sisters do it better."

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1 MONTH LATER

Castaway Cay, Bahamas

September 2019

Waves of water crashed onto the sandy shore with a slight breeze through the blue sky. The sound of voices talking could be heard in the distance for several yards throughout the private beach. Rows of white chairs were lined up with a red carpet splitting them apart for the bride and groom to walk. The path led to a small stage made up with a white backdrop decorated in red roses hiding a metal scaffolding. Close by was another area where the guests were contained in what would be a grand party once the man kissed the bride. The cake had yet to be revealed. The many guests that made up the crowd were close friends and family connected to Jennifer and Tony. While he didn't have as many people to invite as she did, Tony was pleased to have the men of his family united together. Steven's son Jacob flew in for the event, finally meeting his father again. Antonio had also been away from his dad throughout this time. He was eager to tell him that his photography dreams were beginning to manifest, all with the thanks to some interesting friends he made along the way.

Danii Banks kept her word with Antonio after their wild night. She and her friend Amanda Nicole became Antonio's first clients as a photographer. He didn't seek a relationship with either of them but kept the connection as friends with benefits. By the time the girls left Miami, Antonio had a proper setup with two digital cameras. One was used for snapping photos, and the other was used for filming. Danii showed him other local photographers in Miami, sending him on a journey to Wynwood to make new connections. From there, Antonio met other photographers and a few local artists. For the time being, he remained a one man show by branding his work as 'AD Photography.' He printed out business cards with his logo on one side and the website URL on the other. Antonio had been looking forward to the wedding, where he could pass out dozens of his cards to anyone he spoke to. They were tucked within a rubber band in the black jacket of his tuxedo.

The first man Antonio handed a card to was his uncle Steven. He arrived early with Vida at his side. His hair had finally grown long enough to resemble his old self. She had recently dyed her hair back to the natural brunette finish. A red dress hugged her curves as she stood next to Steven in his black tuxedo. It was under Tony's request that all the men in the family wear a black suit, fit with a bowtie. Jacob was the only one of the three refusing to wear the bowtie. His jacket was buttoned up, revealing the white shirt underneath. Tony stood out as the only man at the event wearing an all-white outfit. His tuxedo was complete with peak lapels and a single button holding the silky jacket. A lavender boutonnière was tucked in the pocket over his heart. After Tony spoke with his son, he called for the photographer to follow him around the event. Much money had been spent making this a private event away from all paparazzi and news reporters. Jennifer hired a crew of professional photographers to capture moments of today.

With all the Diaz men together, Tony wanted a family photograph between them. When he had a moment to speak with his brother, he informed Steven of how badly he wanted this photo with the four of them together. They gathered their sons, and then Tony called in the photographer. Antonio stood on the right, brushing his shoulder against his father. To the left, Steven stood next to Tony with his son Jacob on the other side. Tony flashed his teeth in a full smile as the camera snapped several photos of them together. After they were finished, Steven commented to Tony that he wanted a copy of the photo to hang in his office at the club. The men were still talking as more guests arrived, filling in spaces where party favors and treats were offered. One woman made her appearance known as the only A-list star to fly in via private invitation. A silky blue dress hugged her curves. Behind her were two black men serving as her bodyguards fitted in gray suits.

Beyonce's arrival went noticed immediately among the guests seated at tables. A few people approached her, exchanging small talk. Tony wandered off to prepare for the big event. He needed to speak with the officiant and the pianist before it was time to gather people into their seats. Vida enjoyed a glass of wine when she noticed Beyonce at the party. She considered saying hi to the woman, but Vida understood that some famous people preferred their privacy. Steven took some time to talk with Antonio, listening to his nephew ramble on about his early photography projects. He was happy to hear Antonio had a presence online and seemed to be taking his business somewhere. It wasn't much yet, but it was the beginning of something that could be special. After their conversation, he walked around and was met with Beyonce's smiling face as he turned to see the black woman staring at him with a glass in her hand. Steven knew who she was but found it confusing that she was eyeballing him as if they knew one another. She set down her drink on a table.

"You must be Steven Diaz."

"Who wants to know?"

Chuckling at his response, she flashed her teeth and offered a hand to him.

"Beyonce Carter. I'm sure you can recognize me. Everyone knows who I am."

Steven returned the favor, smirking at her as they shook hands.

"Yeah, but how do you know me?"

"Your brother and his soon-to-be wife speak very highly of you. I met them in New York just days before he put that ring on her finger."

Listening to her, Steven nodded. It was odd that Beyonce seemed to have an interest in him to the point that she greeted him by name.

"Do you have business with Tony?"

Beyonce nodded with a grin.

"Yes. We should talk more tonight after they cut the cake. I think you and I can become very good friends."

"I already have a woman."

"Bring her too, and we'll make a trio."

She walked off, leaving him to consider her words as Vida stepped closer. Steven turned, looking over his girlfriend.

"Do you know Beyonce?"

He shook his head.

"No, but she knew who I am. That's kinda odd, isn't it? She wants to talk tonight."

Vida looked into his eyes as she replied.

"Not without me there."

He blushed, smiling at her. Steven took Vida's hand, squeezing it tightly.

"Don't worry, I already told her I have a woman in my life."

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1 HOUR LATER

Every chair was occupied by a different person. All the rows were complete with every guest properly seated by the time the DJ pressed his fingers across the piano keys. Steven, Jacob, and Antonio were lined up together in the front row as they looked on at Tony standing on stage on the right side. The officiant was in the middle of the stage. A short, older man in a black suit. A local priest that Tony brought along on the trip to honor this wedding. Behind the rows of chairs led into the lush forestry of the island. The sound of waves crashing onto the beach close by could still be heard over the loud piano. Jennifer appeared at the end of the red carpet, revealing herself in a ruffled gown made with over five hundred meters of fabric. The back of her dress moved with the ends covering a long distance. The bride wore white with a silky veil covering her head. She slowly made her way down the carpet, stepping forward until she met Tony's gaze. Steven smiled as she made it up the steps and stood across from his brother to begin the ceremony.

The old man began by reciting the early words that began with 'we are gathered here today.' As he went through the speech, the crowd went quiet. Tony glanced away from Jennifer's face for a brief moment. She dropped her smile, swallowing her breath before they made eye contact again. Tony didn't admit it to anyone throughout the day, but he felt nervous. Now that the moment had finally come, he couldn't slow down his heartbeat. This was something he never dreamed was possible all those years ago when he first met her. As he gazed into her eyes, the excitement was overwhelming him. Jennifer had been married many times before today, but for him this was only his second time standing before a bride. The only thing that could distract him at this moment was a strange odor in the air. It was a ghastly smell that became overwhelming in a matter of seconds. Tony glanced away from Jennifer and looked up to see the row of flowers on the scaffolding going up in flames with small clouds of black smoke.

Jennifer noticed something off too, gazing out to the crowd of their guests. Behind the last row of chairs, she noticed a black cloud of smoke going up from the trees in the forest. The man between them quit speaking, as he too saw the early set in of panic. Someone shouted from the crowd as Jennifer pointed her hand out to the forest. Steven got up from his seat, turning around to see the gray and black clouds. Between the large trees and leaf covered branches were hints of orange flames glowing in the distance. There was definitely a fire close by, causing alarm among several guests that were now shouting loudly as the anxiety spread throughout the audience. Tony gazed up again to see the row of flowers was melting away with tiny flames. Behind the backdrop of where they stood was a loud explosion popping off. He reached for Jennifer, wrapping his arms around her as he pulled her closer. The wedding officiant ran offstage as the scaffolding collapsed forward.

"JEN!! GET DOWN!!"

With only a brief second to act, Tony shoved Jennifer down and lay atop her, hoping to shield her body from injury. The white backdrop was crafted of cardboard and broke into multiple pieces as it fell onto Antonio's back. The metal scaffolding created a ring of fire around them. Steven, Antonio, and Jacob all jumped out of their chairs. The hot flames didn't scare away Steven as he jumped onto the stage, rushing to aid them.

"Come on!"

Tony got off Jennifer as he saw his brother. The fire spread around them, but Jennifer noticed a small path for them to walk off the stage from the left side. Tony wrapped his arms around Jennifer, cradling her in both hands as he lifted her up. Her security guards rushed from the other side, blocked off by the small fire rising to their knees. Tony didn't let it stop him from walking through the flames. Jennifer threw one arm over his neck, holding onto him as he moved her to safety. Steven followed behind him, hearing Tony screech in pain as his left foot was slightly burned. The ends of her dress caught on fire with a red trail blazing forward.

"Get it off me!!"

Jennifer yelled in terror as she saw the ends of her gown go up in small flames. Steven and Tony both grabbed the ends of the dress, ripping at it as she stepped forward and threw much of it off with the veil. Jennifer swallowed her breath, unable to calm down as she stood in only her white undergarments. Tony checked her legs and then shook off his own, grunting in pain from his burned socks.

"Are you alright?"

Without responding in words, Jennifer stepped closer and threw her arms around Tony, embracing him in a tight hug. The tears ran down her face while Steven turned to see Vida running towards him.

"Vida! Are you okay?"

"Yeah! The fire is deep in the woods by several miles!"

In the distance, Steven could see Beyonce and her two bodyguards moving with the people. Tony kept his arms wrapped around Jennifer as he observed his surroundings. When he spotted Antonio close by, Tony yelled to his son.

"Hey, Antonio! Go help everyone to safety! Keep them away from the woods!"

Vida glanced around for clues, not finding any as the flames went up from the stage. One of Jennifer's many security guards returned with a fire extinguisher and began spraying it over the stage to put out the embers. With a second look, Vida let out a sigh and spoke.

"This wasn't no accident. Someone planned this. What a great moment to choose to light a fuse."

It didn't matter if there was a visible fuse or not. The perpetrator was likely long gone and could've used any kind of device for a timed detonation. No one disagreed with Vida's statement, as she spoke absolute truth to the situation. As the smoke cleared from the scaffold, Steven noticed something for a box close by the busted cardboard pieces. He stepped closer, and then his eyes widened at the sight of white wrapping paper around an explosive device. The paper contained a double KK logo in a repeating pattern.

"Tony, get over here. I found something."

Pulling the paper off the black device, he noticed it was a timer with wires connected to a small device that caused the explosion. As Tony moved in, Steven waved the paper at him.

"Look at this. It was wrapped around some kind of fucking device with wires coming out of it."

Jennifer's lower lip fell when she saw the paper from behind. Tony took it into his hands, seeing the logo. It wasn't just the K for Kardashian. It was Kim's signature 'KK' initials she used on branded products. Steven shook his head as he thought about Kim, feeling the rage soaring through his veins.

"Look at this. Someone made sure they left a calling card so we would know. The fucking whore of babylon."

None of this made any sense to Tony. The Kardashian brand wrapping paper was the last thing he expected to see. Vida joined Steven as they walked away from the stage and towards the beach. Emergency services on the island were on their way with sirens heard from a distance. As Steven reached the beach, he noticed stacks of boxes in the muddy sand. All of them were decorated in the same wrapping paper.

"Don't step closer, it might be a trap."

Under the boxes was a large piece of white cardboard with marker scribbled on it, 'felices para siempre.' Spanish for 'happily ever after,' signed with an outline of a heart. As Tony's eyes glanced over the boxes, he let out a sigh.

"Get some cameras over here. Someone needs to start taking pictures. Get your phones out and zoom in. I want every last bit of evidence rounded up."

Steven turned to Tony and replied.

"If she did this-"

Tony cut his brother off, screaming over him in rage.

"If Kim is responsible, I want every last box loaded up and sent to L.A., where SHE CAN SHOVE THEM UP FOR HER STUPID FUCKING ASS!!"

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2 DAYS LATER

Miami, Florida

The dust began to clear in the firestorm that stretched beyond the crashed wedding. Tony returned home to Miami with his family and Jennifer. He suffered insignificant burns along his foot. Jennifer was fine, apart from a few bruises and scuffs. Jennifer's PR agents had to work overtime to prevent a story from breaking into the news about the fire on Castaway Cay. She feared it becoming a news headline in mainstream media. The fire was put out in the forest, with investigators finding several small explosive devices for controlled demolitions of bombs spread out in a line that went around two miles. Beyonce was the first person to offer a helping hand to Tony and Jennifer, informing them that she had her own private investigators who could sweep across the island for clues. While he appreciated the gesture, Tony turned down Beyonce's help. He told her that he didn't want to give her any stress while he and Jennifer had a score to settle with the head of the Kardashian family.

What Tony and Jennifer were unaware of was Beyonce's presence in Miami. Ever since Jennifer called her for help at the end of July, Beyonce had many reasons to be interested in southern Florida. It was always good to keep a watchful eye on her enemies. Beyonce was well aware of Kim's drug smuggling operation that ran through Florida. It was an open secret among some people deep within their elite circles who understood the inner workings of the Kardashian empire. What was hidden to most people was how the family hid their operations behind local projects. One of Beyonce's men was tipped off with a jackpot of information regarding a renovation project for the abandoned Marine Stadium. Kim was involved, using the abandoned building as a place to smuggle in goods under the protection of a contracted security firm. It made for the perfect drop point where no one would expect trucks coming and going around random select dates.

Larry Cole was a local Miami businessman with connections to Kim. He was the main contributor, donating millions of dollars to the Marine Stadium project. A non-profit charity had been set up, backed by another investor with links to real estate. Cole was an asset to Kim until he wasn't. The man was in his late forties, never married, and with no family to pass his fortune down onto. Beyonce saw this as a weak spot to make it easy to seduce him. She had her chance in early August after learning that he liked to spend his time in nightclubs in North Beach. Beyonce took it upon herself to meet Larry and see what the man was made of. He proved to be easy prey to her seductive ways, especially when she noticed his wandering eyes focusing on her voluptuous tits. It was the sole reason she wore a dress with heavy cleavage on display on the first night they met. A one night stand wasn't on the menu for her. Beyonce took her time seducing the man as a way of measuring his resolve.

By the time she did slip in bed with him, it was entirely under her terms. Larry proved to be a pushover. The kind of lonely man who was willing to sell his soul to a powerful woman like her in exchange for feeling loved. Through the month of August, Beyonce spent her weekends with him. She didn't have anything else to do in her spare time while in Miami. Between the nights of sex, she was going over his involvement with Kardashian business. Larry openly told her that he was receiving a kickback from Kim for allowing her organization to operate around Marine Stadium with impunity. A wild night of slow sex, and the man would spill his guts out with shipping dates at the docks. Larry could take control when his clothes were off, but Beyonce preferred when he listened to her like a good boy. He was proving to be more than a worthy asset with the talent of his tongue. She had a collar prepared in advance, ready to lock around his neck when the time was right.

From the safety of their Star Island home, Tony and Jennifer spent the next forty-eight hours restless. They should've been making love as a married couple after enjoying one of the happiest days of their lives. Instead, they were stuck debating about the situation that ruined their day and nearly ended in tragedy. Jennifer had doubts that Kim was truly responsible for the fires. 'Say she pulled it off and we get killed. Why leave your calling card right there? That's basically telling on yourself. And why would Kim mess with us like that? None of this makes any sense at all. I think we are all being fucked with,' she told Tony. He considered Jennifer's words as a possibility, since there were no answers yet. Together, they reached out to Kim, demanding to speak with her. Tony sent all the photos taken of the crime scene, only to be met with immediate text messages in denial. Kim invited them to both speak to her in an emergency Zoom call over laptops with webcams.

In her own words, Kim apologized for the wedding disaster. She showed much concern, asking several questions regarding injuries and the safety of their guests. As they moved into discussing the evidence, Kim was shocked. 'I think someone is trying to blame me.' It could be someone in my organization. You know I have a lot of people who work for me, and your brother was one of them. Maybe someone who don't like him was hoping you would blame me for this,' she told them. Tony immediately thought about Sean and mentioned him. Kim raised an eyebrow, giving a curious look through the screen. 'It could be him, but I doubt he could like, pull off something like this without lots of help,' Kim said. All three of them had many things to consider. Before the call ended, Kim gave her word to Tony, 'I'm gonna see what I can dig up. If Sean did this, you have my word that he'll be disappeared before the week is over. I can't believe this happened, and someone is trying to blame me. I would never allow such a thing,' she told him.

Back home, Steven and Vida debated the situation among themselves. Steven believed Kim to be responsible, or at least someone within her organization. He avoided going to the nightclub where he could be an easy target. Going into the new month, Vida had finally joined him for a few dates at the club. Now that they were back home, Steven remained in close contact with his brother. Vida suggested they call her friend Alonso to get strapped. Steven rejected this idea, citing that they already had their own guns for personal protection. Every Tuesday they had spent time with Alonso, training at his shooting range in Homestead. When they weren't firing off dozens of rounds from their handguns, they spent time playing with rifles and shotguns. It became a new hobby over the past few months that they enjoyed together. Vida made it clear to Steven she wouldn't be leaving the house without her glock pistol. She believed the fire stunt was more of a warning than a potential hit. Maybe someone out there wanted to put fear into the family's hearts. But why? That was the big question no one had an answer to.

Only one question was being answered tonight for Beyonce. She laughed loudly at Larry as he panted, groaned, and cried in pleasure for her. Rather than spend his night in the office, he accepted her invitation to come over to her luxurious Coconut Grove apartment. It was a routine visit where she left a bottle of whiskey on the counter for him. Larry had pale, pasty white skin that went with his aging head. He was balding with a receding hairline and thin lines of gray hair. His face was always clean shaved as the one remarkable look to go with his bulky frame. Beyonce enjoyed the differing appearances of her selected white men. If he didn't consider himself to be lucky now, he would by the time his neck carried a collar and his wrists cuffed to chains. Larry was in a good mood for flirting and joking around with Beyonce tonight. She took his bait, taunting him by the time she stripped all the clothes from her beautiful black body. In the bedroom, Beyonce teased him when he mentioned how badly he wanted an 'oreo cookie.' It was his dirty way of suggesting a titfuck. She was on her knees with her dark hand wrapped around his white cock.

"Oh, yeah? I bet you're still thinkin' 'bout that oreo cookie, you kinky mother fucker. Mmmmmm, I know you want it. You've got that look in your eyes that just tells me you want it bad... real bad."

"Yeah!"

She stroked his dick faster as he replied. Beyonce grinned and laughed. She loved teasing him like this. Larry made facial expressions as if he were about to begin sweating bullets. Rubbing the tip of his shaft across her lips, Beyonce made him gasp. That was when she pushed it through her lips and resumed sucking. Her big brown eyes gazed at him as she devoured his big white cock. 'Mmmmmmmm,' she moaned, bobbing her head up and down. Larry whimpered in a moan. He would make all sorts of noises, but Beyonce had learned how to ease his tensions and avoid a breaking point that allowed her to enjoy the taste of his white meat. She pulled her lips back, releasing his cock from her lips with an audible pop, just so she could spit on it. Her hand pumped from the base to the slick length as she bit her lower lip and purred.

"Mmmmmmm, you're hard. Almost ready for me."

"I want an oreo cookie. I want it right now, I'm tired of waiting."

"Are you losing patience with me, mother fucker?"

The tone of her voice reminded him who was in control. Beyonce could make him cum anytime she wanted, all with the stroke of her hands or using her lips and tongue. Taunting him with the final two words only made Larry blush. She was well aware how much he enjoyed her spiteful language.

"No. I just want this really bad. I've been thinking about those tits all week. You could've sent me a picture of them or something."

"Oh, yeah? Why would I do that? So you can leak it on the internet?"

"No!"

Her hand moved faster, wanking his cock furiously.

"Then what were you gonna do with a picture of my big black titties? Were you gonna jack yourself off to it from your fucking office!?"

"YES!!"

His scream satisfied Beyonce enough to give him what he wanted. An 'oreo cookie' was her inside joke in reference to tittyfucking. She let go of his shaft and raised her giant black boobs, wrapping them around his white shaft. Larry smiled as he cried out softly. She grinned at the sound of his voice.

"Since you wanted this so bad, prove it! Fuck my titties! Fuck 'em with your big fuckin' white dick!"

His thrusts were hard and fast, driving every inch of his cock between her big tits. Beyonce lowered her head to watch his cock push up. She spit on the head. Once, twice, and three times as it pushed up. Larry was in heaven. The man always looked as if he were having the time of his life when he was fucking her tits. He proved to be a boob man in the effort he put forth. Beyonce loved having a cock like his shoved between her breasts. She bit her lower lip, moaning to him.

"Yeah! That's how I like it! Fuck my big black titties!!"

Pumping harder, Larry groaned. Beyonce knew he had to be close. He wasn't the kind of man who could control himself. Anytime Larry's cock was between her tits, it ended with him a sticky mess. She wanted it. A nice, messy load of cum across her ebony skin was what she desired.

"Keep fuckin' my titties! Fuck 'em until you cum for me! I want some white fuckin' cream!"

His face scrunched up as he thrust even faster.

"OHHHHHHH, YEAH!!"

Larry belted out a loud scream as his cock erupted between her boobs. A thick rope discharged from his shaft, painting her neck. He stopped thrusting for her to push her tits up. Spurts of cum smeared across her skin below her neck. Beyonce laughed, grinning wide as he gave her a pearl necklace.

"That's what I like. You always know how to make me feel pretty in your messes."

Letting go of her tits, Beyonce climbed up from the floor.

"Give me a minute to clean this up. I wanna talk to you about something once we're in bed."

He nodded with a sigh.

"That took a lot of energy outta me."

"Yeah, you always do burn yourself out when you're fuckin' my titties. Don't worry, honey. I'll give you a few minutes to catch yourself. When I get outta the bathroom, I hope you're ready to talk. There's something that's been eating me up lately. You're the only person that can help me with this problem I have."

Beyonce chuckled as she walked off to the bathroom. She found it easier to pry out certain secrets from him while they were having sex. One orgasm down would be enough for him to begin telling her all the specific details she needed to know about what Kim's people were currently doing at the abandoned stadium.

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1 DAY LATER

Another hot afternoon was interrupted by the pouring rain outside. Steven and Vida were alone in the living room of their island mansion. Their pistols sat idle on the table near the couch. They were both on the edge, feeling some form of paranoia or another. Steven was under the impression that someone was watching them. Vida tried to tell him it was his mind playing tricks on her, but she wasn't one to judge. She understood where he had that belief, relating to her own fears. The house was quiet. If an intruder attempted entry, they were armed and ready. As the hours passed, Vida watched television. Steven never left her alone for longer than a few minutes. He joined her on the couch, where they flipped through channels, struggling to find a television program that held their attention. Vida eventually settled on watching part of Trading Places on a channel with commercial breaks. The house phone went off ringing as they sat together. Steven got up to answer it. He raised it to his ear and spoke.

"Hello?"

"Steven Diaz, is that you?"

"Yeah, who's this?"

Vida sat up, glancing in Steven's direction as he spoke into the phone.

"This is Mrs. Carter."

"Who the fuck are you!?"

"Hey, settle down, tough guy! It's me, Beyonce. You remember me?"

He sighed, feeling somewhat embarrassed at his first reaction.

"Sorry for being rude. I'm a little stressed lately, as you can probably guess."

"No need to apologize. I'm sure you're still freaked out after what happened at your brother's wedding. I wanna talk to you right now about something important. So get your girl and be ready. I'm sending someone to come over and pick you up."

She hung up before he could ask any questions. Steven set the phone down as Vida got up and walked towards him.

"Who was that?"

"Beyonce. She said someone is coming over to pick us up. She wants to talk to us about something, I guess."

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2 HOURS LATER

Steven slipped on a pair of white pants, an aqua-colored shirt, and one of his trusted white blazers. Vida fixed her hair in a split from her forehead and put on a pair of blue jeans and a gray crop top to go under her black leather jacket. Half an hour later, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up outside the house. The driver was a black man wearing sunglasses and a double-breasted suit. When they climbed into the backseat, the man informed them that he was given instructions to drive them to see his boss. Vida found it interesting that Beyonce had men calling her 'boss.' It was a quiet ride across the bridge into Miami and down to Coconut Grove. Besides the apartment she slept in, Beyonce owned a home that she kept her Miami bodyguards at all times. When the car pulled up beyond the open gates, she was there to greet them at the front steps in a black dress. Her hair swooped behind her shoulders, giving off the impression she was a powerful figure worthy of being labeled "boss." Beyonce extended her hand, eager to shake Steven's for the second time. She did the same for Vida before inviting them into her home.

Downstairs, Steven and Vida were introduced to the many bodyguards Beyonce kept around. All of them were black men in tailor-made suits. Upstairs, she invited them to share dinner with her, complete with glasses of champagne. Steven accepted, commenting that all of them needed a drink to ease their nerves. Beyonce laughed, offering him the honor of opening the bottle. Vida's glass was the first one Steven filled. He poured Beyonce's next, then finally his own. They held their glasses together in a toast without any speech. Beyonce waited until they were all beginning to relax when she began conversations. It started with simple, small talk relating to the Florida climate and shifted to bigger subjects. She mentioned Vida's old past from appearing in Hip Hop music videos over a decade ago. Steven laughed at witnessing Vida blush and begin discussing moments of her old modeling career. Beyonce then shifted the conversation to the Disco Fever club, showing how much knowledge she had about Steven.

"I've heard all about your club. A lot of people I know had told me about it before I met your brother."

"When did you meet Tony?"

"About a week before he proposed to Jennifer. She introduced him to me when we were all in New York."

Steven and Vida nodded. Beyonce sipped her glass and continued.

"I like your brother. I've known a lot of men that dated Jenny, but Tony is the first one I've ever known who made me believe he could keep her. They belong together."

"I agree."

She looked into Steven's eyes after his short reply. Beyonce was seated across from him at the table. Vida was to his left side. Between them was the champagne bottle and three empty glasses. They had finished dinner an hour ago when Beyonce called for one of the guards to dispose of their empty plates in the kitchen. The three of them were alone in the dining room, ready to talk business.

"You're mad right now. I can see it in your eyes."

Leaning back in her chair, Beyonce nodded to herself after speaking. Steven didn't reply, so she spoke again.

"You've got that look of a man no one wants to fuck with."

"What's it to you? Kinda hard not to be mad after what happened to all of us at the wedding."

"I know, that's why I wanted to meet with you. I know a lot of things about you, Steven."

"Oh, yeah? Tell me."

Leaning up in her chair, Beyonce smiled at him.

"I know you used to work for someone that we both hate. You've probably got a better reason to hate the evil bitch more than I do."

It was apparent that the woman she referred to was Kim Kardashian. Steven didn't say anything in response, while Vida was intrigued enough to speak.

"You aren't the only one."

Beyonce smiled at the other woman, then locked eyes with Steven and continued.

"Remember the asshole who stabbed you in the back by the name of Sean?"

Steven's eyes widened at hearing Sean's name again. He could never forget that man he once thought to be his friend. The last thing he saw before he woke up in Kim's dungeon was Sean's fist crushing into his face.

"What about Sean?"

"He set you up. I know all about it. He thought you were gonna steal his precious Kimmy out from under his nose."

Pointing her finger at him, Beyonce carried on.

"You weren't supposed to get out from that hellhole she puts men in. That means that you know like I do that they're really a bunch of incest hoes."

Vida's eyes widened as she gasped. She glanced at Steven, then back at Beyonce.

"Holy shit! Is that fucking true!?"

"Yes, it is! Mmmmhhhhhmmmm! Why don't you tell her, Steven? Tell your girlfriend how those slutty ass Kardashian hoes really love fucking each other."

With a nod, Steven confirmed Beyonce's statement.

"It's all true. I saw it."

Vida was still in utter shock, slamming her right palm onto the wooden table. Beyonce spoke before the other woman could change the subject.

"Few men have learned their secret. None of them have lived long enough to tell it. If it weren't for your brother marrying Jenny, you probably wouldn't be alive right now. I reckon that's the only thing stopping that bitch from trying to put you down. It's a miracle you've made it this far without her sending someone to cap you."

Steven knew that what Beyonce was saying was true. He wondered how many men before him learned the sick truth of the Kardashian sisters. All of them were likely locked in their cells back in the hell that Kourtney freed him from. He was curious how much Beyonce knew about what went on inside Kim's conglomerate. She seemed to know how it was structured and the men by name.

"Tony made a truce with Kim. So you know all about me, I don't know where you fit in. Did she double-cross you or something years back?"

"Yeah, many times. I can't stand the incest hoes. Of all the people in showbiz, they ain't got no talent and don't have any business being around the rest of us. They're a problem for everyone around me."

Beyonce looked into his eyes, pointing her finger directly at Steven.

"You and I have a common enemy. I like your brother a lot. The more I hear about you, I realize you're the kind of guy who can get shit done."

Steven and Vida made eye contact with Beyonce as she continued.

"I'm gonna make you the deal of a lifetime. A one time major offer!"

He sighed, rolling his eyes. Beyonce cracked up laughing as she lowered her finger.

"I've always wanted to say that."

Vida smiled, chuckling under her breath. Beyonce's subtle joke was a nice relief from the serious tone of their discussion. With a little smile, Steven replied.

"What's the catch?"

"You know about that bitch running drugs through her people?"

He remembered the time Kim put him up to a major drug deal. It was where Steven had first met Sean.

"Oh, yeah. She had me do something like that for her right here in Miami."

"You know the old Marine Stadium?"

Steven nodded to her question.

"The hoe has a shell company behind the renovation project. It's all hers. Security firm and all. They're using it to offload coke and ship it somewhere."

"How do you know this?"

Beyonce grinned, flashing her teeth at him.

"I've got my sources. One of the CEOs came to me. I've got the dates for when there's a drop and they load up cargo. They use two black vans. My man even got me the time schedules for when the boats pull up outside that place and offload the drugs."

After she stopped, Vida interjected.

"You want us to bust the deal and get you the drugs?"

Beyonce shook her head.

"No, no. I'm not into any of that shit. I want someone to bust it for them and make a big mess. I've got a plan, and if it goes my way, the cops will clean up the rest."

Her eyes drifted over to Steven.

"If you want to hit that bitch where it hurts, you'll be making her cry hard over this. I think you deserve a little payback after the hell she's put you through."

She saw the expression on Steven's face as he considered revenge. He had an opportunity that he likely wouldn't get a second time.

"If you do this for me, I will pay you back in the biggest way. I've got a mansion in Houston. I heard you have a son there who plays football at one of the universities. You could be close to him in Texas. If you do this one thing for me, the keys to my mansion are all yours."

The way she mentioned his son made Steven's eyes widen. As time went on, he felt that he failed Jacob. In Texas he could be close to him, along with his estranged ex-wife. If Beyonce was being honest with him, this was more than a big offer. It was an opportunity to start over in life. He looked at Vida, smiling as he reached for her hand under the table. Vida glanced at Beyonce and spoke up.

"I can't help but feel like you're leaving something out. What's in it for me?"

"You go with Steven. Maybe a year from now, you two can be getting married like Tony and Jenny. No one is going to find you under my protection."

After Vida nodded, Beyonce continued her explanation.

"As for leaving something out? Well... this is going to be a dangerous job. I think he can handle it, but I don't know about you. Something about you makes me think you're his Bonnie if he's your Clyde. Are you a ride or die chick, Vida?

Steven spoke up, interrupting the interaction between the women.

"How dangerous?"

Beyonce stopped and blinked her eyes. She gave him a cold gaze and replied.

"I want everyone there dead."

Another blink and she carried on.

"They'll be heavily armed. So will you. Do you know how to handle a machine gun?"

"Yeah. We've both had firearm training with deadly weapons. How many men?"

"Kim's security crew is made up of six guys. The crew on the boat is five. So that makes eleven. I have a map of the area. Once you're done with the hit, you'll need to take a short drive to a beach. I've got a yacht on the pier at Darwin Beach. Once you're both on board, we'll take off. After we reach Key Biscayne, my driver will take us to the private airport I have. Then we'll be off to Texas the next day."

"Sounds like you've got it all planned out. The only thing missing is the date."

Beyonce nodded with a smile.

"They make these drops at midnight. So the early hours of Thursday morning. My man told me that after 2 AM is when everything gets underway. Three days from now. I need to know by Wednesday if you're in or out. I don't take no last second decisions."

Everything was planned out in motion. The only thing Beyonce didn't mention was the firepower they would be supplied. Steven was impressed at the level of detail since she said something about having a map. Throughout the discussion, he wondered just how much she knew about Kim's organization. Beyonce had more knowledge than any mere outsider. He believed her to be honest about this deal. Vida appeared nervous about the situation. It made her feel uneasy as they got deeper into the details. If they were to accept this hit job, there would be no turning back. Steven immediately saw it as their one chance to get out of Miami for good and start a new life together. It wasn't an easy decision to come to and Beyonce knew that, hence she left them alone. She gave Steven her map and a phone number to text if he made a decision. After another hour, she called her driver to send them back home where they could ponder the most difficult decision of their lives

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1 DAY LATER

"All of this sounds so dangerous. I don't know if it's worth it. What if something happens to both of us? I mean, what am I supposed to do without you?"

Vida sighed as she gazed out the passenger window of the Huracán as Steven cruised the streets of Downtown. Ever since the meeting with Beyonce, they argued about the job the woman offered to them. Steven wanted to do it while Vida was hesitant and kept going over 'what if' scenarios.

"What if it works? Look babe, we could start over and do something with our lives in Texas. I've already left this town once. I would love to have the chance to get the fuck out of Miami and do my life over. That is all I've wanted throughout the past fucking year!"

She shook her head as he yelled. They pulled into the parking lot of Disco Fever. The only reason they left the house was due to a phone call regarding two unmarked black vehicles that were left in the parking lot. The vehicles had apparently been left overnight, and no one dared come out to check on them. Steven pulled up and grabbed the gearshift, switching the gear into parking. Vida raised her sunglasses above her head and noticed each car was an identical Mercedes-Benz model. The two cars were lined up together in the middle of the parking lot directly under the neon-lit sign.

"Who the fuck pulls up like that and just leaves two cars side by side?"

Steven sighed. Vida replied to him.

"I don't like the look of this. Both cars looking identical tells me it's not a coincidence. This isn't right."

He took off his seatbelt, causing her to yell at him.

"Steven! Don't go up to those cars!"

"I'm not!"

He opened the driver's door of the Lamborghini and stepped out into the sunlight. Like yesterday, he wore his white pants and a faded blue shirt. His jacket was left behind at the house. As he stepped a bit closer to the cars, Steven thought he saw something flashing inside one of them. One more step, and then a flash was visible from the front dashboard of both cars. It was only a second of warning before the bars ignited in flames with bombs going off. The hoods, doors, and glass went flying in all directions as the metal frames were engulfed in smoke.

"GET BACK IN THE CAR, STEVEN!! LET'S GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!"

The impact of the explosions was still ringing in Steven's ears, causing the sound of white noise. He almost fell backward, catching himself on the door of the Lambo. He quickly got in, slamming the door and shifting gears to drive off. Vida glanced in the rearview mirror to see the Disco Fever sign fall down with the flames. Neither of them had any clue what was going on. Another series of bombs put them on alert.

"I don't know what the hell is happening, but someone is making it loud and clear that they want to fuck with us!"

Vida understood why Steven wanted to get out of Miami now. Maybe the job Beyonce offered them was truly worth the risk. As Steven continued to drive, he barked out instructions for her.

"Call Jennifer and see where she and Tony are at. If they're still in town, they need to know about this."

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1 HOUR LATER

The burned out husks of the two destroyed cars became a crime scene behind yellow tape closing off the entire parking lot. Disco Fever was officially closed as a result. A firetruck put out the flames that extended across the sign. Two squad cars with flashing lights blocked off the entrance. Beyond the yellow tape was an unmarked Ford Fusion car. The cops in uniform pulled back the tape only to allow it an entry. Four officers were on standby with two firefighters. Standing near them was a man in a suit with his badge slipped over the outside pocket of his jacket to reveal he was an officer in plain clothes. Another detective was squatting on her feet. She wore a white shirt, black pants, and her hands were covered in a pair of plastic gloves. Her long brown hair was fixed in a hair clip above her head. Detective Grace Soto studied the remnants of the car engine to see what was left of the bomb device.

Another unmarked black car pulled up to the crime scene. One of the cops noticed and pulled back the yellow tape for the officer to pull up. Gracia noticed the car, glancing in the direction for a moment before shifting her attention back to the smoldering metal engine. She had collected the remaining pieces of the bomb fragments and put them in plastic bags. After the black car parked outside, the officer inside slowly opened the driver's door and stepped out into the sunlight. Detective Marcel Favera was greeted by the overwhelming scent of smoke and burned rubber. The sunlight highlighted his black hair and clean face with a visible tan lacking any facial hair. Like the other detectives, he wore a black suit with the jacket unbuttoned to reveal his badge tucked over the right side of his belt. He worked in homicide, where he had spent the past month following a string of car explosions across Miami-Dade County that killed four people so far. Resting his right hand on his hip, he gazed over the remains of the burned vehicles.

"Find anything, Gracie?"

Marcel called out to his friend. Grace was a technician in the department with knowledge related to explosive devices. Her assignment field was investigating arson and related burnings. They crossed paths over the past month, as Grace supplied evidence linked to Marcel's homicide cases with the car bombings. As he stepped closer, she turned to him and replied.

"Two cars, two bombs placed directly under the hood. Much of the remains melted away, but I do have some titanium pieces that look similar to what we found in your last case."

"Do we know what kind of cars we're looking at?"

"Old Mercedes Benz. The frames look like they came out of the nineties, so I would say they're at least more than twenty years old. They're both the same. The engines were V-eights."

His eyes glanced over the bags of evidence lying on the ground. Marcel remained quiet for Gracie to continue her explanation.

"No plates on the cars. If there was anything to link an owner, they were cleaned out ahead of time."

Marcel looked over at the club building. He noticed the surveillance cameras in the corners and pointed at them.

"Those cameras right there will tell the story on our suspects. I wonder if it was more than one person bringing the cars here. As big of a place as this is, I doubt someone was in the parking lot rigging these cars. If I had to guess, these bombs were set ahead of time and were a controlled demolition. I guess they wanted to be seen in broad daylight."

Grace nodded.

"We've already reached out to the owner. No answer. They're not being cooperative with us. One of the security guards told us to come back with a search warrant."

Gazing over the parking lot, Marcel turned his head and noticed the large billboard above. The painting of Tony and Jennifer was still hanging up after months. He recognized her features as well as knowing who Tony Diaz was in local news. At that moment, Marcel knew that whatever answers they needed for this investigation were about to get bogged down by an army of lawyers preventing the necessary requirements to crack the case. There was another detective at the Organized Crime Bureau who had worked through a file on the Diaz family. Marcel had seen snippets of the file from his friend's dedication.

"Do you think the owners of the club are involved in the other incidents?"

Marcel shook his head.

"I don't know, Gracie. But I do know someone at Vice who knows a lot of things about the family who owns this place. I couldn't tell you if they're involved or not."

"No body in the cars is different from the last few scenes. No killing, but still an obvious connection."

"Yeah, this one is odd. I'm thinking maybe someone wanted to scare the club owners. When I get back to headquarters, I'll call Bates in Vice and see if he and Martinez are still working on anything on the Diaz case from earlier this year."

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7 HOURS LATER

White lights flickered across the black walls at a fast pace, matching the swift pace of the loud electronic music. The dance floor was active with people moving out of sync from the beat. Many of them were tripping on acid and other substances within their system. One had to venture deep into Overtown to find a dangerous, seedy nightclub like the Infrared. The bright red and orange sign outside the brick building was a misleading advertisement. Inside were all black rooms with metal railing and the blaring sound of techno music. This wasn't a place Vida Guerra ever wanted to find herself. After agreeing to Beyonce's job deal, she was sent to the club to pick up the supplies that Beyonce's people stashed for her. She wore blue jeans and a black tank top covering her chest. Her hair was pinned in a high ponytail, swiftly shaking with each step she made through the club. The song changed to an aggressive synth number. A screen across the dance floor flashed the artist names John Foxx and Louis Gordon and the track title 'Crash and Burn.'

"You're the lover of a methadone cellophane boy.
He discovered all the retail chemical joys.
And you will always run to the devil you know.
And you will always wreck everything that you own."

Vida reached the back door, where a black man stood. She showed him her phone, revealing a photo Beyonce texted her with instructions to show the man. He nodded at her and opened the door. Behind the wall, the music was slightly muted, with the treble beating in loud bumps. Down the hall was a large duffel bag sitting against a row of navy blue metal lockers. Vida glanced down at the bag to see the zipper pulled all the way. She squatted down on her feet and pulled the zipper back to see two M4 rifles inside. Gripping the barrel to one, she pulled it out to survey the carbine as a Colt Model 733. Beneath the second rifle within the back were two blue bulletproof vests and a few magazine clips. Beyonce didn't tell them what kind of firepower she would be supplying. Vida was just happy to see the protective vests and rifles that they both had some familiarity with. She pushed the gun back into the bag and zipped it up. Grabbing the bag handles, she then made her way to the fire exit further down the hall as the song continued into the chorus.

"He's a lover of,
He's a lover of,
He's a lover of lethal mechanical...
He's a lover of lethal mechanical toys.

You're discovering the reflex animal joy.
He will always search you out and destroy.
You were born to accelerate and enjoy.
You're going to crash... and burn. Crash and burn."

Back out into the streets, the motor was still active in the Huracán. Steven waited for Vida to climb back in the car with the bag of supplies. Once she shut the door, he pulled away from the curb and back into the streets.

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A sigh escaped Tony's lips as he gazed back at the black and white photo in his hands. While staying in bed to rest his foot, Jennifer surprised him earlier today. She tried to overlook the nightmare of their wedding disaster by having a few photographs developed and framed. Tony His fingertips gripped the corner of the fancy antique gold frame, leaving an imprint over the glass. In the photograph, he stood next to his brother Steven with their sons next to them. Everything was all right in the world in that moment captured in a frame. None of them could've guessed that an hour later, his world would be crushed and their lives would never be the same again. Tony quietly placed the phone back on the table. He was sitting on the couch with his foot propped up on a stool. It was wrapped in bandages from the burns over his ankle. On his left side of the couch was a closed laptop containing the surveillance footage from Disco Fever's many cameras.

Jennifer stood in the doorway, gazing in his direction. The house was dark with only a single light active in the living room. She wore a white nightgown and a pair of panties underneath. Her long brunette hair flowed over her back. No makeup covered her aging face at this time of the night. From the distance, she could feel Tony's pain. Since the return to Miami, they leaned on each other for support. Jennifer couldn't stop thinking about the way he shielded her body. Tony was willing to risk his life to keep her out of harm's way. No man had ever made such decisions to the point of sacrificing himself for her safety. He didn't have to say he loved her, for his own actions proved it. She saw him staring at the family photo, and she could feel his heart suffering. Today's news was a big reminder to Tony how much he needed to let go of the Disco Fever club and move on. He told Jennifer that he knew it was time to move on in life, regardless how painful it would be.

"Tony..."

She called to him in a low voice. He seemingly ignored her from the couch where he sat shirtless in a pair of white shorts.

"Come to bed. I don't want to sleep without you. I need you next to me."

Her words made him get up and walk across the living room. Tony's movement was slow with a limp to his foot. When he reached the doorway, Jennifer wrapped her arm around him, pressing her bare breasts against his chest. He held her, leaning in to kiss her lips. She closed her eyes, returning the kiss with a taste of tenderness. After their lips broke, Jennifer led him to the bed and slipped off her gown.

"I wanna go back to New York this weekend. Just you and me. The club isn't going to last at this rate, so maybe it's time we start thinking about the future. This was what we planned anyway after we got married. We should be doing that right now."

"Tony, don't worry about that right now. Everything is going to be okay. Once we find whoever is messing with us, we can have the wedding again."

Jennifer led him to lay down in bed. Her cool hands pressed against his chest, rubbing down his stomach as he leaned over him, still looking into his eyes. Antonio let out a sigh as he began to relax under the comfort of her soft touches. As her fingers reached the ends of his shorts, Tony felt an erection rising from within.

"Jen, let me make love to you. If we leave Miami soon, I want to at least give you my love one last time in this town."

She smiled, revealing her full teeth to him as she pulled his shorts down.

"Our love will never die, Tony. I'm gonna you my heart until it beats no more."

Sliding his pants and underwear down, Jennifer took in the sight of his hardened cock. She carefully moved his bandaged left foot out from the shorts, then the underwear. Tony watched her toss them to the floor below, then Jennifer ripped off her panties, tearing the fabric. Her vulva was wet and ready for his cock. Tony leaned up, digging his elbows into the bed as Jennifer straddled him. He placed his hands on her breasts, softly squeezing them while Jennifer slipped his cock inside her. They gasped together as their bodies united as one. Tony let go of her breasts and reached for her hands. Their fingers laced between one another like shoestrings as their palms pressed together. Moving her hips into a groove, Jennifer rolled them as they both cried to each other in passion. She moved her body slowly while Tony made a few thrusts to match her movement.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeah. Mmmmmmm, love me Tony. I will always love you."

He released her hands to grip her hips. Jennifer arched herself forward, shifting her palms against his chest as she raised herself up. Tony began to thrust faster as she continued to move in sync with his body.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

As she moaned to him, he lapped his tongue across her left breast. Tony licked her areola on a northbound journey up to her neck. Jennifer closed her eyes and raised her head to feel his lips kissing up the right side of her neck. His hands roamed across her curves, finding her thick booty from behind. Jennifer moaned when she felt his hands squeezing her ass cheeks. Jennifer quit moving and surrendered to him. Tony moved his lips from her neck and then felt her forehead rubbing against his. He began thrusting hard and fast, delivering his cock inside her to make love in the only way he knew how. Jennifer's eyes remained shut as she cried to him. He pushed his heels into the bed, ignoring the pain in his left Achilles as Tony shifted his hands to wrap his arms around her body. Their lips locked as he began to pump away, causing his balls to bounce against her epic booty. Jennifer moaned in his mouth, plunging her tongue down his throat as they locked into a passionate kiss.



Through all the chaos and suffering, Tony forgot about his pain as he gave Jennifer all of his love. Pumping harder and faster, he kept his lips pressed against hers. His only regret was that he couldn't see the sight of her beautiful booty bouncing around from each thrust he gave her. The kiss broke momentarily for a few seconds only for Jennifer to re-engage her lips. More passionate kisses followed as Tony continued to pump away with no signs of stopping. Their climaxes approached within seconds as the slow nature had long shifted into a faster pace. Nothing else mattered to him right now. There was no other joy in his life than making love to her. Tony had walked through fire to save her. Every bit of pain he felt washed away from the heavenly sensation of being inside her. He didn't want to pull out as he felt the coming climax. Both of them reaching that moment at the same time, finally breaking the kiss to scream in unison at the wonderful, euphoric feeling.

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1 DAY LATER

"Some vacation, huh? Spend a few weeks away from this place, and then the first day you step back in the office, you're thrown right back into hell. That's the life we choose. To serve and protect, as they say."

Marcel laughed. He was teasing his friend and fellow Vice detective who had recently returned from a trip out of town. The Organized Crime Bureau undercover headquarters felt like a second home for them after a while. Outside, it gave the impression of being any other giant building in the city with the words 'Gold Coast Shipping Co.' above the entrance. No one ever mistook the company for a real one. Detective Miguel Martinez had returned to the job, reuniting with his Vice squad partner Floyd Bates. Marcel called yesterday to talk with them regarding the Disco Fever club. Miguel told his old friend to meet him at work the next morning to go over the new evidence. Before yesterday, Marcel was assigned to a case of car bombings that involved drug dealers spread out across Miami. He linked up with Miguel last month to trade intel on their cases. Miguel had multiple suspects, all associated with a local organized crime group.

The problem both men ran into was linking their suspects to the cars. All of the explosions happened with expensive, luxury-level vehicles. In four of them were bodies of rival dealers and associates of a group that they only knew as 'the federation.' It was the name given to them until they could discover the true boss. Miguel was confused by this collective of dealers all coming from different backgrounds of mixed ethnicity compared to the strict code of most mafias. The only link that put them together was their connections with multi-millionaire business investors. Some had links outside of Florida, going as far as Hollywood and New York City. Everything came down to the question of who was ordering hits and eliminating people. Miguel had some kind of idea, but not the full picture. As the men continued to talk, Miguel led Marcel out of the large office space. Phones were going off from several desks as members of the department did their jobs. Down a long hall, Marcel mentioned Disco Fever. Miguel was quick to reply.

"I know all about that place. I've scoped it out for months. You know Steven Diaz finally showed back up months after disappearing."

The corridor led to the evidence lockup. Marcel was curious why Miguel was leading him there. Maybe he had something he wanted to show him.

"Which one is that? Does he own the club?"

"No, his brother is the owner. Mr. J-Lo all over the media. He's some Hollywood big shot now."

Marcel chuckled at that nickname. Celebrity culture wasn't his hobby, so it sounded funny to his ears. As they stepped through the door to the evidence lockup, Miguel carried on speaking.

"Earlier this year there was that whole incident with the two Diaz brothers that were running drugs across town. Ramón and Carlos Diaz were their names. Do you remember them?"

"Not offhand, no."

Inside the storage room were lockers and crates of evidence. The two men walked past a fenced wall that divided the items. Miguel looked back at his friend as he explained.

"One of them got blown away in a drug bust. The other one was found dead in a hotel room in Fort Lauderdale. I have it on record from an informant that Steven Diaz is the one who likely is the trigger man who killed the other one. Some fucked up family where cousin kills cousin."

"You know this for a fact?"

Miguel smiled as he nodded.

"It came from a woman. You know what they say about scorned women. Once you piss them off, they're colder than a gun."

Glancing over the boxes of evidence, Miguel laughed before he continued.

"I'll give you one even funnier than this. That same woman? She's living with him right now. It's funny how these gangsters always take back the same tramp after they've broken up more than once. I don't know if that says more about him than it does her."

Marcel was slightly confused by his explanation.

"Is Steven Diaz part of the federation we've been investigating?"

"I don't know. But we'll find out real soon. I need a favor from you, if you don't mind."

"I kinda figured. I knew you didn't walk me down here for no reason."

Miguel laughed.

"You remember that military-grade shotgun you confiscated when you arrested that Leone guy last year?"

With a nod, Marcel replied.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I need something powerful like that for a sting operation tomorrow. Something big is going down, and I could use some extra firepower that we aren't supposed to have, if you know what I mean."

Looking into Miguel's eyes, Marcel thought about what the man was implying. Messing with evidence like this for a job was a heavy risk. The gun was part of an ongoing investigation linked to several murders. Despite the risk, Marcel trusted Miguel as a friend and a cop. He had taken down some key figures over the years to earn a solid reputation as a Vice cop. After a second thought, Marcel nodded to him and then walked to the gun locker. He opened the door and grabbed a large combat shotgun wrapped in plastic. It was a black Franchi SPAS-12. Marcel handed him the gun and then spoke again.

"I take it that you've got spare ammo for it, cause I don't."

With a smile, he nodded to his friend.

"I've got boxes of shells. Thanks for this, man. When I bring it back, I'll have something big for you this weekend. Just stay in touch."

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9 HOURS LATER

Floyd Bates had been with his partner long enough to understand his level of obsession when it came to solving cases. Martinez and Bates together were called one of the most efficient duos in the Miami-Dade police force. When their lieutenant removed them from a case, Miguel wasn't the kind of man to just let it go. Any case that spanned longer than a month that went unsolved would become a deep, unhealthy obsession. Over the months, Floyd had suspicions that his partner was digging into a larger world from the shadows. Miguel kept it in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal his master evidence. The black cop drove to a location given to him across Coral Gables. He spotted Miguel's Ferrari F8 Tributo sitting outside the row of metal storage containers. Miguel stood close by in his white pants and red shirt, waving to his friend. Floyd pulled up, parking his black Dodge Charger close by. He got out of the car and stepped closer to Miguel.

"You dragged me all the way across town for this, so I hope it's something good."

"Come here, man. I've been waiting to show you this for months."

As they approached the storage unit, Marcel had already unlocked the metal door. He stepped through first, then watched as Floyd entered. The roof light illuminated all four walls covered in evidence. In the center was a large wooden tackboard. In black marker, the words 'DIAZ CRIME FAMILY' were written. In the center was an old black and white photo of Rafael Diaz. A line was drawn below him to two photographs of his sons, Tony and Steven. It was surrounded by papers and photos tacked around the board. To the left side was another board with a different set of photos. The entire wall was covered with prints, papers, and a few maps drawn. When Floyd turned to look at the right side of the room, he noticed two laptops sitting on a table near a chair. Empty soda cans overflowed from a plastic trash can in the corner. Next to it was a row of wrapping paper with the 'KK' logo and a metal box close by.

Floyd's eyes went wide at all the evidence presented to him. This had taken months to put together. Another board close by had Miguel's writing with arrows pointed to small maps. Several suspects were linked with photos. All the whereabouts regarding movement to the Diaz men was tracked with locations timestamped on papers tacked on the boards. Underneath the name Rafael Diaz, Floyd noticed 'Caro Organization' written. Miguel had tacked on the walls several papers of old DEA files showcasing a drug cartel that operated in Miami in the 1980s. He was speechless at the amount of research poured into all of this. To think it all began from one unsolved murder was enough to almost make his brain explode. Miguel had even set a board up with photos of women connected to the Diaz men. In the center was Jennifer Lopez, and below her, a row of the entire Kardashian family. Miguel saw his partner's shocked reaction. It was a moment he anticipated for a long time.

"I know what you're thinking. I've gone way too far with this. If I told anyone, they would call me crazy. You're my partner, Floyd. I want you to see all that I uncovered from digging into this family. Castillo could never understand. When he took me off the case, I couldn't just let it go. Look at all this. I've got everything on record. No one told us that all this time we've been shaking down two-bit dealers, there was a real cocaine cowboy still in this town."

"Miguel... shit..."

Letting out a sigh, Floyd exhaled a deep breath. He glanced over at the table where the laptops sat.

"Steven came back to Miami sometime in July. I kept tabs on the Disco Fever place. Word spreads fast from there."

Miguel pointed at one of the boards where the Kardashians' photos were lined up. Beneath it he had photos of six black men. All their names and rap sheets were printed under the photos. Each photo was snapped from a camera with the men out in public. What the evidence didn't tell was the story of how Miguel found them. He noticed the cars stalking outside the Disco Fever building and decided to take matters into his own hands. With the help of another Vice sergeant, he pulled over one of the vehicles and shook down the Kardashian men. All of them gave matching stories regarding their boss. From there, Miguel took it upon himself to connect dots and further his investigation.

"All these guys, they work for that woman. I know it sounds crazy, but they're involved in some heavy shit."

Moving to his table, Miguel picked up a folder and opened it to even more paperwork printed out. He handed it to his partner, watching Floyd glance down at the files related to business contractors.

"See that old man? That's Larry Cole. He's got this big renovation project going. The Kardashians are linked to it. They've been bringing in coke. Someone buys it and then the shit gets pushed to smaller dealers across town. It's a huge operation."

"Is that linked to the federation?"

"Everything is linked! EVERYTHING!!"

Miguel spread his arms out, spinning around the room as he pointed in various directions at the decorated walls. On first impression, Floyd would've believed the storage unit was the making of a schizophrenic lunatic gone insane. But he knew Miguel well enough to trust his partner's madness. Over the weekend, Miguel left for a vacation to the Bahamas. Floyd was the only man he trusted enough to inform that he was visiting Castaway Cay. Miguel remarked jokingly that he was attending a wedding. One that he wasn't invited to.

"Why did you wait to show me this?"

"You would've never believed me. I waited until now cause I need your help."

"Help with what?"

Miguel took the folder from him and placed it back on the table. He took a deep breath, trying to rein his emotions before he spoke.

"There's a shipment that's gonna be offloaded tonight in a few hours at Marine Stadium. We can go and get ourselves a major drug bust. But there's something better than that. Steven Diaz is gonna be there."

"How do you know? Did someone tell you?"

"These guys who work for the Kardashians, they're still in town. I got Switek to help me hack into their phones. They don't hide anything in texts. I've got transcripts of their calls. They're fearing for their lives, thinking that Steven is waiting to hit them at the right time. These guys are talking about him like he's the angel of death."

In all of his words, Miguel believed that death was truly him, and he was coming for Steven. It was something he could feel in the air tonight.

"Think about it, Floyd. We could take down the last cocaine cowboy. I've got all this evidence on so many people. This could be the case of the century. Diaz can be the first domino to fall if we take him down. Are you with me?"

Floyd carefully considered his partner's words. They both knew how this was going to end. Two cops with guns against an army of thugs and one cowboy. Some members of the department would dream of a scenario like this. One shot at glory for Miguel to share with his partner. Floyd knew better than to pass this chance up.

"Let's do it, man."

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2 HOURS LATER

The bulletproof vest covered Vida's chest, hiding her black shirt. Over it, she slipped on her trusty leather jacket and a pair of black pants to match. Her hair was in a new ponytail to prevent any strands from moving towards her face. Steven had adjusted his vest over his pink collared shirt. A pair of black pants matched the jacket he slipped on over it. Knowing the risks of tonight's hit, he wore black in hopes of blending in with the night. In his hands, he checked to make sure he had a full mag in the clip. Vida watched him load it into the rifle. They both wore a belt around their waists with the additional ammo clips tucked in. Steven loaded his SIG-Sauer P220 handgun, and Vida checked her glock. In the supplies, they had ninety rounds of ammunition for the rifles with 3 clips. An extra clip for their pistols gave them enough bullets for the night. Vida's feet were fitted in a pair of male combat boots to run faster. Once they were ready, Steven leaned in and kissed Vida on the cheek.

They went outside and climbed into the black Lamborghini. Vida tucked the rifles next to her seat with the safeties on. In the darkness, the digital screen flashed the time in white numbers - 1:42 AM. They had less than twenty minutes to get on the causeway and hit Virginia Key. Steven cranked the engine and pulled out from their home in what would be the last time they both saw it. The motor rumbled as he crossed onto the Causeway, and they began the fast drive through the night. Not a word was spoken as the city lights blurred into lines from the side windows. Whatever nervous feelings Steven had about this job had disappeared into a steady concentration. This was his one chance to start over in life with Vida at his side, and so he took it. His only fear was putting her in the deadly crossfire of bullets. As they drove fast, he switched gears, pushing his foot on the gas pedal to let the sports car roar across the empty roads. The wheels were spinning at the speed of light as Steven didn't have a care in the world anymore.

"Miguel, do you read me? I'm watching a black Lambo slow down a bit to turn into the Rickenbacker Causeway. It looks like your guy is in a hurry. He's driving like a bat out of hell."

Stan Switek called for his Vice partner from the walkie-talkie. He was stationed over the causeway on surveillance duty. Miguel got up from his chair with Floyd, both of them rushing to the door to get to the white Ferrari outside. They had been stationed in an alleyway between two buildings where they could easily drive onto the causeway and chase the Lamborghini down at a high speed. By the time they cranked the engine and entered the streets, Steven was crossing the William M Powell bridge.

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Virginia Key, Miami

Four vans sat outside Marine Stadium. Not a single person was in sight of the graffiti painted building when Steven pulled the Huracán into the parking lot. He drifted off to the right side. On Beyonce's map, someone had marked a spot where he could easily park for a quick exit. The hit was only one part of the job. He still had to consider an escape on the Causeway, where they had to cross into a residential area to find the pier on Darwin Beach. As Steven pulled up, he looked over the building while shifting gears. His plan was to keep the motor running to allow a faster getaway. A motor yacht was visible out in the water, resting near the other side of the stadium. Vida handed him the M4 rifle. She grabbed hers, and then they both opened the doors to the car. Stepping out, they quietly shut them. Vida shifted her right index finger at the trigger and set her safety off. Steven flicked his safety as he raised the rifle in his hands and began marching forward.

Shoot first on sight was the agreement Steven and Vida made. They marched towards the entrance of the building together, raising their rifles and waiting for the first person they saw. As they reached the building, there was still no one in sight. Steven slipped through the entrance first. Vida followed behind him, one step at a time. The small, concrete corridor was entirely covered with spray paint in an array of colors. Down the path, they were led to the vandalized bleachers looking out into the waterfront. It was the middle entryway. Steven saw a clear shot at the boat with four men on board. He leaned against the wall and raised his rifle at the same time Vida raised hers. TACK! TACK! TACK! TACK! TACK! Six rounds were fired as they were both deafened from the gunshots in a tight space. All shots went into the heads and necks of the four men, dropping them instantly. Neither Steven or Vida could hear anything except the sound of white noise.

"It's a hit! A hit!! Go!!"

Screams from the bleachers echoed beyond the gunfire, but Steven couldn't hear the voice. He stepped forward, running into the bleachers. He checked the left side. Vida moved, aiming at the right. T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-TACK! Steven sprayed the remainder of the clip, burning through more than twenty rounds in a matter of a few seconds. The bullets struck the two men in his sights, killing them instantly. The empty mag fell to the concrete floor as Steven unloaded. He fit a fresh mag in and pressed the button to prepare his rifle. Vida saw her targets and repeated the same move of semi-automatic fire. T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-TACK! The empty clip fell when she released it. Vida reloaded faster than ever before, beating her time by two seconds. Steven surveyed the scene and didn't see anyone else. With eight down, only two were still alive.

BOOM-SHLACK-BOOM!

Two shots fired with heavy power outside the stadium caught their attention. Steven looked at Vida, then checked the perimeter again. He pointed to the left side of the bleachers, motioning for her to go. As she stepped forward with her gun raised, Steven turned around and gave her cover with his back facing hers. The last thing he was going to allow was anyone to sneak behind them.

BOOM-BOOM-SHLACK-BOOM!

The gunshots were from a different weapon. Possibly a shotgun. As they reached the left side area with an exit, Vida slowly stepped forward and could hear the sound of voices. Someone was screaming.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

BOOM-SHLACK-BOOM!

A dead body dropped with a thud. Vida's line of sight was blinded by the front lights of a white sports car. As she stepped closer with Steven, her lower lip fell. She recognized the car as Miguel Martinez's F8 Tributo. His presence filled her with dread as she clutched the M4 in her hands. Swallowing her breath, she felt a cold chill run up her spine.

"I'm calling for backup!"

Floyd yelled to his partner.

"Make it fast!"

When she heard Miguel's voice, Vida became distraught at the rush of memories flashing through her mind. Steven was alerted to the presence of the cops and spoke up to her.

"When we step out, I want you to make a run for it to the car. Get in and pick me up. I'll cover you. As soon as I start firing, go and don't stop."

Two more bodies of the security crew lay dead on the ground in the wide parking space. The white Ferrari was stopped on the far side. Floyd Bates was clutching his pistol in both hands as he sprinted towards the car. When Steven noticed, he raised the rifle and locked the officer in his line of fire. T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-TACK! Vida took off running towards the building, opposite from where Steven was standing. Detective Bates fell to the ground in a pool of blood. Miguel was surveying the area with his combat shotgun in his hands. He turned and saw Vida's figure in the distance as a black silhouette approaching him under the lights. Before he could raise his rifle, she opened fire, spraying bullets in his direction. T-T-T-T-T-TACK! Several bullets went into his arms and chest. As he fell to his knees, the gun fell to the ground. Vida stopped in her tracks and raised the rifle, unloading the remainder of her clip to make sure the bastard was truly dead. T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-TACK!

At long last, the stalking menace of her worst nightmares was dead. Vida dropped the rifle to the ground. She was high on the adrenaline rush and forgot about the last clip in her belt. As soon as she reached the Lamborghini, she opened the driver's side door and got in the seat, quickly shutting the door. When Vida shifted gears, she heard Steven's carbine rifle going off. TACK! TACK! TACK! and then it stopped with a final flash at the barrel. She floored the gas pedal, driving forward, and that was when she saw it. A tall black man in a dark suit wielding a pistol with both hands, running sideways in a zig-zag pattern as he traded gunfire. TACK! BLAM! TACK! BLAM! T-T-T-T-TACK! BLAM! A bullet went through Steven's temple, dropping him backward to the ground. She gasped at witnessing Steven's dead body. As her eyes swelled with tears, Vida stomped the gas pedal to drive forward, slamming the car into the assailant. His body slammed into the hood, and his head cracked the windshield in a hard dent. Blood gushed through the glass as Vida just kept driving.

The wail of sirens could be heard in the distance, with blinding lights of cop cars moving on the opposite side of the Rickenbacker Causeway. Vida pulled out, heading north without any care of knowing where she was going. The images of Steven's quick death kept flashing through her head as she sobbed uncontrollably. The job was a failure. Everything in her world had turned upside down in the flash of a second as Steven was killed. Vida didn't even get the closure of finally putting an end to the cop that made her life into a living hell. All she could do was drive fast through the tormenting pain. Her vision became blurry through the flood of tears. Crossing into the main part of town, Vida began to take control of her emotions. What would Steven do? She asked herself a question that gave her a renewed sense of purpose. He would want her to escape and get away at all costs, by any means necessary. It was her duty to make sure his sacrifice wasn't in vain.

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1 HOUR LATER

A fleet of squad cars lit up the Marine Stadium parking lot. A helicopter buzzed above with a searchlight focused on the area. Underneath it all, Lt. Martin Castillo stood silently with his hands tucked into his pockets. A man of few words. The expressions under his large black mustache conveyed more emotion than his low voice. Two ambulances were parked close by as an army of detectives surveyed the crime scene with yellow tape and chalk outlines. Cameras flashed from investigators snapping several photographs. Pools of blood had filled the concrete, drying up dark stains from the gun battle that killed two of his detectives in the line of duty. All the crewmen killed had IDs from out of state on their bodies, linking them to California. Only one of them had been slain without a bullet. Fresh tire marks made it apparent that the final man died from a hit and run. Someone had driven away from the crime scene.

No living witnesses made their job difficult. Since there wasn't an open case on Steven Diaz, Castillo was confused by why Martinez and Bates were here. He quickly realized it was a job outside the book. On the boat, the police discovered eighty kilos of pure cocaine in crates. Castillo began to wonder if his cops were reacting to a tip that was called in by an informant. Once more of the squad arrived at the scene, Castillo gave them orders. He wanted them to dig into Martinez and Bate's informants and see what they might find. Something else caught his eye at the crime scene near Miguel's body. All the empty shell casings of shotgun ammunition were one sign. But it was the weapon found next to his corpse. Castillo had seen that shotgun before in the evidence lockup. He remembered the paperwork written up by the officer who confiscated that same weapon recently. He picked up the shotgun, collecting it as his own evidence. When Castillo walked back to his car, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and replied to dispatch.

"Dispatch, this is Castillo."

"Go ahead, Lieutenant."

"Put on a message to Detective Favera to see me in his office first thing in the morning."

"Copy that, Lieutenant."

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2 MONTHS LATER

Las Vegas, Nevada

November 2019

Voices cheered with hands clapping as the priest announced Jennifer Lopez and Tony Diaz as husband and wife. Antonio held the camera and made a flash across the scene in the chapel as he captured the moment of his father kissing his new mother-in-law. At long last, they had their moment together with a small gathering of friends and family. Jennifer's longtime friend Leah Remini was the only famous, notable person at the event to bear witness to this union of love. Jennifer wore her white dress from The Wedding Planner movie. Tony chose a simple black suit without the bowtie this time around. Antonio dressed in the way he imagined his late uncle would've. A white suit, pants, and a purple shirt underneath. To make this wedding special on the smaller scale, Jennifer suggested that Antonio be the photographer for them. It was a job he was happy to do with his first trip to Las Vegas and reuniting with his father since September.

A white Bentley S2 was waiting for them outside the chapel. The classic car was decorated with gold balloons tied to the back of the car. 'Just Married' was painted in gold ink across the trunk. As the situation calmed, Tony took Jennifer's hand and walked off the stage. Their few guests were still clapping their hands when Antonio lowered the camera. Jennifer smiled, waving at him. The real celebration awaited them back at their hotel, where the honeymoon would begin. As for Antonio, this trip to Vegas was only for the weekend. He would be back home in Miami by Monday morning, ready to work. Two models had booked trips to Florida to meet with him for photoshoots that he was planning to release on his social media profiles. AD Photography was slowly picking up steam online. His father had noticed a change in his demeanor, commenting that he was proud to see him working. Before he could leave the chapel with his new wife, Tony wanted to talk.

"Jen, wait a minute. I want to talk to my boy before we leave."

Tony threw his arm around his son, pulling him closer as they walked away for some privacy together. Grief still lingered among them since Steven's funeral. Vida had vanished seemingly into thin air. The last trace of her was in North Miami Beach, where the Lamborghini Huracán was found crashed and burnt out with no trace of the driver. Vida had vanished like smoke in the air. Beyond her disappearance was the question of what would become of Disco Fever in the future. Antonio believed his father was ready to move on and let the club close down indefinitely.

"Are you really gonna go back to Miami and continue working out there?"

Antonio nodded. His father moved his arm away and stood in front of him.

"Yeah, I've got some photo shoots lined up. What are you gonna do?"

Grinning at his son, Tony chuckled.

"I just got married, son. I'm sitting on top of the world right now with my queen."

He reached into his pocket, shuffling his hand around.

"I want you to have something."

A glimmer of gold ran across his fingers as he revealed a special Rolex to his son. Antonio's eyes widened at the sight. It was his uncle Steven's watch. The same one Jennifer had gifted to him on their Vegas trip. Tony kept it in his pocket as a way of feeling some connection to his departed brother on this special day.

"Now listen to me. I've buried enough men in this family. I won't be able to watch after you in Miami like your uncle did. He was always there for you when I couldn't be. Whatever you do, I don't want to have to bury you, okay, son?"

"I understand, Dad. I'll stay out of trouble."

Tony pulled the watch with both hands and slid it over his son's right hand. That was better than simply dropping it in his hands. He understood the bond Antonio had with Steven. Now he would always have something to remember his uncle, his hero.

"Thanks, Dad. This means more than you'll ever know."

"I love you, son. Take care of yourself out there."

He winked at his son, giving that goofy expression to him one final time. Tony then smiled at Jennifer as he made his way back to her. He lifted her up with both hands, cradling her as she squealed in excitement. Antonio ran behind his father to watch the moment as he carried his queen out of the chapel and onto the street. Laughing at the sight, he clapped his hands, cheering on his dad. Someone had already opened the back passenger door for Tony to carefully place Jennifer into a seat. He turned to their guests, waving at the sound of their clapping hands. After climbing into the back of the car with his wife, Tony shut the door. Antonio watched the wheels of the classic car slowly turn as it carried them down the street. In the end, everything felt right in the world so far away from Miami.

THE END

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