I don't think I've read any Rio-centric works so I started writing one. I intend to put a little more focus on Rio's life than I have before and if people are interested, I'll continue.

He didn't get in until after daybreak that morning so him sleeping in until late afternoon wasn't a shock to her. His phone constantly vibrating, on the other hand, caught and kept her attention. She sat on her side of the bed as her eyes darted back and forth from Rio's noisy phone to his sleeping face. She loudly cleared her throat multiple times, but he didn't budge until she finally did it while he was stirring a little. His eyes blinked open before he let out a ferocious yawn.

"What time is it?" he asked, voice groggy from the hours of deep sleep.

"Almost 4 o'clock. Your phone's been blowing up."

"It can wait."

He moved closer to her and laid his head on her hip while his hand grabbed a thigh.

"No. Who's calling you so much?"

"Fuck, Nat. Don't start." he groaned.

Rio and Natalia had been together for a few years and when things were good, they were oh so good. But when things were bad, they were horrible. They had known each other since Natalia moved into Rio's neighborhood when they were in high school. Mutual friends tried all of high school and then some to get them to hook up and it turns out, all they needed was cheap tequila to make it happen. But that was a one time thing...until it wasn't. They found themselves hooking up every once in awhile because it just felt good and familiar. They felt their biggest mistake was making things official; then came the jealousy and lack of trust. But they hung in there no matter how many times they argued, no matter how many times Rio came home to his clothes being thrown out on the lawn. What they had wasn't healthy, but the familiarity is what kept them together. Her understanding the kind of life he lead and loving him in spite of it kept him around.

"Don't start?" Natalia shouted, abruptly moving from the bed and standing to her feet. "How many fucking times have we been through this?"

"And how many fuckin' times have you caught me talkin' to other women?! Never!"

"I think you just hide it well, Rio, if we're being honest."

"If we're bein' honest, you're crazy."

His phone started its umpteenth vibrating streak and it was like it fueled Natalia's fire.

"Answer the bitch." she spat before storming out and slamming the bedroom door behind her.

Rio just shook his head, sat up, and answered his phone.

"Yeah."

"The money's gone." a voice said, panicking.

"My money?" Rio asked.

"My money, your money. We got hit this morning! Where the hell have you been?"

"Meet me at the spot."

Rio considered himself an entrepreneur. He moved up the ladder from drugs to money laundering in no time and besides the big payout, the fear and respect people in his neighborhood and city had for him was the reason he'd never get out of the game. Three black SUVs lined up in an old, abandoned parking lot and waited for the owner of the Fine & Frugal grocery store, Martin, to pull up. Rio jumped out as soon as Martin pulled into the lot and got out of his car damn near shaking.

"What the hell happened to my money?" Rio asked right away.

"I don't know. Three women came in and robbed the store at gunpoint this morning."

"Women? You let three bitches snatch my money?" Rio asked.

Although he laughed, Martin knew he wasn't in a joking mood. He watched Rio's hands as one landed near the waist of his jeans where his gun was tucked and the other went into the air and made a "come hither" motion to the black SUVs. Out of the SUVs jumped four large built men, all brandishing handguns and walking towards Martin.

"Hol' up." Rio commanded and they stopped in their tracks. "Marty, I'm gon' look around, see if any of my boys saw anything. And for your sake, I hope they did. 'Cause if I don't find who took my money, you'll pay with your fuckin' life. You got that?"

Martin shook his head up and down quickly.

"Got it." he said, letting out a deep sigh.

Rio knew there was only one place he could find peace as well as good advice and even better food. And after the day he's had, he feels like all three would do him some good. The drive to his parents was a long one. He thought about how although this hit wouldn't set him back too much, the level of disrespect outweighed that fact. But all the anger about the money bullshit and the girlfriend bullshit momentarily drifted away when he walked into his parent's house, his childhood home, and the aroma from the kitchen wafted to his nostrils and welcomed him. Before he could even close the front door upon entering, his mother's voice called out to him in a much less peaceful way than he was hoping for.

"Rio? Get in here!" he heard her yell from the kitchen.

"What did I do now, Mami?" he asked as he walked into the kitchen, greeting is mother with a kiss on the cheek.

"Natalia called me today. Crying. Bawling! What did you do?"

He eyed the plate of food she was making and she mistook that as him ignoring her.

"Are you listening to me? What did you do?" she asked again.

"Nothin'. She's just bein' insecure…again."

"A woman's intuition is never wrong, mijo."

"Her damn…her intuition must be broken." he started and quickly corrected after receiving a glare from his mother.

"She loves you so much, but you love being out there more. I feel sorry for her."

"Feel sorry for me havin' to hear her mouth about things I'm not even doin'."

"Tomas! Your food!" she called out, placing the full plate on the kitchen table.

Rio took the opportunity to change the subject and grab a clean plate from the cabinet.

"This is gonna hit the spot. It smells really good, Mami."

"None for you." she protested, taking the plate from his hand. "You need to go get your own house in order."

She may have been talking about the situation with Natalia, but Rio's mind went directly to his money. He had to stay focused and determined to find out who crossed him, who had disrespected him so blatantly.

His father walked into the kitchen and took a seat at the table.

"Well, look what the cat drug in. You must've smelled your mother's cochinita pibil."

"She won't even feed me, Pops." Rio laughed.

"Natalia called me today, crying her eyes out, and Rio doesn't care."

"You always take her side without even knowin' what's goin' on."

"Rita, don't send the boy to argue on an empty stomach." Tomas said, taking in a bite of his food.

"Fine. I'll fix Natalia something and if she wants to share it with you, she can." Rita compromised.

"I'll take that." Rio said, shrugging and laughing.

Rio went home, gave Natalia the food, kissed her cheek, apologized "for whatever" he did wrong and got nothing but an angry girlfriend in return.

"For whatever you did? That's the problem! You never admit to anything you do wrong!"

"What the hell do you want from me?" he asked.

"I…I don't know." she finally admitted. "I want you to be a man and be honest with me. Give me just as much time as you give your boys or any of that street shit."

"I do!" he yelled.

"You don't! You come in after the sun, you sleep all day, you're in the streets all night. What does that leave for me?"

"I'm tired of talkin'. You wanna stay mad, stay mad 'cause I'm done. I got more important shit to worry about."

"And that's the problem, you fucking asshole!" she screamed at him as he walked away.

He went to bed hungry.

The next morning, he got the call he had been waiting on. After one of his boys let him know about three women he saw, lurking around the back of the grocery store the morning before, it wasn't hard to find out who these women were, where they lived, and much more. He was given the low down on a single mom who lived in a shitty apartment complex and worked at the very grocery store he washed his cash at, a housewife whose husband owned a car lot, and a diner waitress who was married to some fake ass security guard.

Now his only dilemma was figuring out which woman would most likely have his money stashed away. He went by the diner and spotted Ruby bustling around, then he called Marty and found out Annie would be working at the grocery store until closing. That left Elizabeth, the stay at home mom and housewife. Surely she'd be home.

He got one of his boys to drop him off and circle the block a few times before he stalked to the backyard of the pretty nice house. He started to make his way up a deck to double doors, but the figure he spotted through sheer curtains stopped him in his tracks. He saw a woman with a very voluptuous shape strut through a bedroom in nothing but a towel. He watched as she sat at the foot of the bed, taking her time rubbing lotion onto her body started with her legs. He could've sworn she was moving in slow motion because it felt like forever before she finished. She stood up from the bed and dropped the towel that was covering her body.

"Shit." he said quietly, meaning to only say it in his head.

She had curves for days; ample, pillowy breasts that rivaled any he had ever seen before, hips that curved and led to nice, thick thighs. She grabbed the pair of light blue lace panties that were lying on her bed and stepped into them.

"What the fuck?" he asked himself, quickly turning around and making quick steps back down the deck.

This wasn't him. He wasn't some creep who perped on unsuspecting women. But it was like seeing her put him in a trance, a trance that made him do something he wasn't proud of. By the time he reached the front yard and pulled out his cellphone, his boy pulled up. Rio pulled the door handle before the truck even came to a full stop and hopped in.

"That was quicker than I expected, man."

"Uh, nobody was home." Rio replied, looking straight ahead.

"Now what?"

"I don't know, Shaw! Can I get a fuckin' second to think? Just take me home."

At this point, Rio would erase the past couple of days with the snap of his finger if he could. And the last thing he wanted was to have a conversation with his boy while his dick was hard as rock from the show some housewife unknowingly gave him just a minute ago. He just needed to get home ASAP mainly because this quiet ass drive was awkward as hell.

As soon as he walked through the door, he kicked his boots off.

"Natty!"

"What?"

He followed her voice to the kitchen, where she was standing at the counter, looking over take-out menus. He stood behind her, running his hands through her long dark hair and tossing it over her right shoulder. His mouth began leaving a trail of wet kisses along her exposed shoulder and up her neck.

"What are you doing?" Natalia asked him, laying her hands flat on the counter.

"I'm sorry, baby." he replied, his mouth still working on her smooth brown skin. "I'm sorry for all the shit I put you through. All the yellin', not bein' home, all of it."

She sighed as his hand gripped her hip.

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hm. I'm real sorry. You forgive me?" he asked, moving a hand underneath her camisole and up the flat plane of her stomach.

"I don't know yet."

His hand roamed up until it reached her breast; he squeezed her nipple between his thumb and index finger.

"What you say?"

"Yeah. I forgive you." she moaned.

Her knees were getting weak. Times like this is when they realized how good they were together. They knew each other's buttons; they knew how to get each other off steady and quick or so slowly it killed them. He pressed his erection against her ass and that was all it took for her to go crazy. She unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down, revealing a light blue thong.

"Ah damn." he groaned.

"You like these?"

"Fuck yeah." he answered, his mind flashing back to the nude housewife stepping into her panties just a little while ago.

Natalia was the complete opposite of the housewife that was in Rio's head. She was slim with dark hair that came halfway down her back. Her skin was deliciously brown. Her breasts weren't nearly as big as the housewife's; they were a little more than a handful each, but he never had reason to complain. As a matter of fact, sucking on her dark brown nipples was one of his favorite things to do with her.

He pulled her thong down before he undid his own jeans and tugged them down as well. He pulled his hard dick out of his briefs and stroked it while Natalia leaned down, her breasts pressed against the cool surface of the counter. Rio reached around and placed his hand between her legs and began massaging her clit. When she had gotten good and wet and couldn't take the teasing anymore, she grabbed his wrist and guided his fingers to her wet entrance.

"All that arguin' had us missin' out, huh?" Rio asked.

"Yeah." she moaned, her bottom lip being squeezed between her teeth.

She started to turn around to face Rio, but he grabbed her hip and stopped her.

"Nah, I want you like this." he said, mentally trying to justify to himself that there was nothing wrong with having another woman on his mind while his girlfriend was on his dick.

He slowly pushed into her, his eyes closing just as slowly. He thought it had to be the most satisfying feeling he had ever felt and surely the only way it could feel better is if he was screwing the housewife in actuality, not just in his head. All he could imagine was the housewife turning around and catching him on her deck, but instead of her covering up, she'd move the sheer curtains so he'd have a clear view inside of her bedroom. The scenario in his head was as clear as day.

The voluptuous housewife sat on the side of her bed, facing the glass double doors and him. She looked straight at him as she spread her legs and moved her panties to the side, exposing juicy lips already glistening with her arousal. She took two fingers and parted her lips before dipping down to her wet entrance. She didn't take her eyes off of him as she slowly pushed two fingers into herself and began stroking her clit with her thumb. She was moaning so loud that he could hear her from outside of her door. And before he knew it, he was inside of her bedroom, standing in front of her with no barrier between them. He instantly dropped to his knees and removed her fingers so he could have a taste. He wanted to be smothered between her legs and that's just what she was going to allow. He got closer and closer to her center until finally, his tongue...

"Goddamn!" he groaned, filling Natalia with his seed unexpectedly. "Fuck!"

He leaned over onto her back, still jerking inside of her, and heavily breathing against her ear. She let him regain his composure before they separated.

"You must've really missed me, huh?" she asked, stepping out of her jeans and thong, then turning to face Rio. "You've never come so hard and fast."

"Yeah." he lied. "I missed you, baby."

He pulled up his briefs and jeans, then started to walk out of the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" she asked him.

"I got a lot on my mind right now. I need to clear my head before me and the boys take care of some business in the mornin'."

"Rio. I love you."

"Love you too, Nat." he replied, his back still turned to her.

Rio didn't understand why this perfect stranger was on his brain like this. Yeah, he's sure any man in the world would want to fuck that housewife, but here he was lying in bed next to his beautiful girlfriend in the middle of the night and all he could think about was what he walked up on earlier that day. After not getting a wink of sleep, the morning hit him like a brick wall. He spent most of it thinking about telling his boys to sit this visit out in case he happened upon the same sight as last time. But they were just as ready to wreck some shit as he was.

No one was home when they arrived so they let themselves in.

"Stay right here, I'm gon' look around." Rio said, dismissing himself and leaving his boys in the kitchen.

He slowly walked around until he found what he was looking for: the housewife's bedroom. There was something that she and Natalia had in common. They both kept their homes, especially their bedrooms, spotless. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't think anyone ever used this room thanks to its pristine condition. He caught a glimpse of himself walking towards the tall chest of drawers and shook his head. What the fuck was he thinking? First watching this woman get dressed, now sneaking around her bedroom. This wasn't him. Seconds after he heard the front door open and close, he heard a scream and something hitting the floor. He grabbed his gun from his waistband and rushed towards the scream.

"Elizabeth, right?" he asked, making the startled woman turn to face him.

She stood there, visibly shaking.

"Who are you?" she asked, voice just as shaky as the rest of her.

Rio stepped closer to her, looking her up and down. He tried his best to ignore the hint of cleavage that caused him to relive seeing her naked in his head.

"You can take whatever you want!" she shouted at him, holding her hands in the air.

"I'm here 'cause you took somethin' of mine."

"I don't know you!" she screamed, assuring him that he was at the wrong house, that he was making a mistake.

"That's obvious. 'Cause if you did, you would've thought twice before pullin' such a amateur, bullshit stunt. Takin' my money and all."

Then it hit her. He knew about them robbing the grocery store.

"But...how? We didn't know it was yours. Please, don't hurt me." she begged.

"Gimme twenty minutes."

He got nothing but confused looks from his boys until he gave them a stern look instead. They slowly strolled out of the front door. Rio saw the tears welling in her eyes so he tucked his gun away.

"You and your lady friends got balls to steal from me." he told her.

"I swear we didn't know it was your money. We don't even know you." she explained, wiping away the tears that had fallen down her face.

"Gotta be more careful, Elizabeth."

"It's Beth." she corrected.

"Well, Beth, y'all owe me a whole lotta money. So I'll be seein' you again soon, yeah?"

He didn't conceal the fact that he was checking her out, his eyes slowly roaming over her body. He took extra time admiring the way her jeans hugged her curvy hips.

"Tomorrow, same time?" he asked nonchalantly, walking away. "And make sure your girls are here too. Beth."

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