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A/N: It has been a while since I've written, and I apologize to those that do follow my stories. Most of you know that 2015 was hellacious for me, but I decided to write this one-shot and dedicate it to my late Mother, New Year's Eve would have marked her 80th Birthday if she lived, so I want to do something for her that is pleasant, and writing is what I thought of to celebrate her. Please enjoy, if the responses are there, I may continue with another chapter or two. I would also like to give thanks to A Wrestling God who has inspired the character of Sarita Lopez. If you want more of her please check out his Ronda Rousey series, they are fantastic reads. My leading lady for this story is Diosa Canales (she is in the story Avatar), if you are not sure who this Latin Beauty is, check out my Twitter account, user is chaka1967, and she is now my muse. I hope you all enjoy, and I humbly ask for any of your opinions. Thank you
Federal Correctional Institution, Miami
It was Christmas Eve, and the voluptuous twenty-eight year old Diosa Reigns stepped out of her black chauffeur driven Cadillac Escalade, dressed in a form fitting red body-con dress worn with black slick ankle strap pumps with sliver metal heels, and updated with a cool black Gucci clutch and mirrored aviator sunglasses, and she stoically walked towards the dreaded office of the Federal Prison to sign in for her conjugal visit with her husband Roman Reigns.
Roman had been convicted to a one year prison sentence for trumped up charges of possession of an assault weapon. The whole thing was bogus, but the DEA would do anything to get the elusive drug trafficker. Roman has eluded the law for many years, but a trapped speeding ticket elicited a search of his Mercedes, and two Ingram Mac-10's were found. The whole thing was a setup from go, and Roman knew exactly who had done it. His wife, his scorned wife. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, and he lost. He decided to take his punishment and allow Diosa to cool off. He knew in his heart that Diosa could have done much worse, this was a lesson to be learned. He loved and knew his wife of three years very well, they were teenage sweethearts who dated on and off for eight years before finally settling down. They have it all and built it together; Drug trafficking, Real Estate Investors, Money Laundering, Undercover Escorting, and finally the Porn industry. They were ready to make their move to take Florida by the shorthairs and oust the current Don from his throne, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, but the pressure to succeed had come at a price, and that price was Roman's infidelity.
The FBI have been searching for anything and everything of additional crimes to keep Roman imprisoned, but Roman and a surprisingly helpful Diosa have fought back with the best Attorney money could buy in John Layfield Bradshaw. John has played the local District Attorney like a fiddle and continues to baffle them with injunctions of inappropriate targeting of a Latin American businessman. It was a thing of beauty because the Latin community of Miami have lobbied around The Reigns and have turned up the heat on City Hall for unjustly imprisoning their savior of those less fortunate. Diosa and Roman were like cherished celebrities to the Latin community, reason being they both knew enough to give back by donations and opening Boys and Girls clubs around the city. Using these facts worked exactly how John Bradshaw, aka, JBL had hoped, it was putting an ugly black mark to the Mayor and Governor during an election year, which ultimately has reduced Roman's prison time to just a few months.
As Diosa opened her black clutch for a pen, she looked around briefly in disgust of the tired attempt of Christmas decorations, which was cheap garland and a tacky Christmas tree that even Charlie Brown would laugh at. Her disgust was dismissed as she tried to convince herself that her visit with Roman would give her a spark for a little naughty make up sex, it has been nine months since she had sex, and her body needed a good fucking. She was tired of feeling lonely, and unlike her husband, she had never broken her vows. Diosa was a woman full of passion, but was loyal to her mate, she needed a strong man to satisfy her needs. She was not ashamed to admit it either. That is why she handles the Porn side, her ideas have surprised and satisfied The Reigns followers. She has never starred in any of the films, but she has worked through her ideas with her husband, that is until of the affair. Her sexy hot thoughts of getting taken from behind were erased as she scanned the Visitor's Log, and her normally sultry brown eyes turned a very deep dark brown, the color was almost as black as coal. The darken emotion was anger. "That little Puta (whore)."
"Ma'am?" The guard from the opposite side of the glass asked. He could see the unpleasant facial features of the beautiful woman, but her words were too soft to recognize what she said.
Diosa looked up slowly at the guard, and her voice dropped to an eerie cold whisper. "Take me to my husband…Now."
"Ah, ma'am, we have to search you first?"
Diosa incensed, slammed the palm of her hand to the desk. She was in no mood for rules. "Look, captain clueless, you know damn well I can get your ass fired…Take me to my husband…Now!"
John Bradshaw, who had accompanied Diosa, stepped forward. He briefly looked down at the Visitor's log and knew immediately what fired up one of his clients. He lightly moved Diosa aside and proceeded to have a little conversation with the guard. He basically said what Diosa had said, but used the Warden's name and that changed everything. The guard understanding now that this was serious and he could in fact lose his job, he quickly ushered Diosa outside to the trailer where Roman was waiting. "Sorry, ma'am…If you need anything else, please let me know."
"Pff…You can leave, you are no longer needed." Diosa snipped curtly as she sauntered away from the guard and quickly approached the metal door of the trailer. She was so angry that she was seeing red, but she didn't want to lash out as soon as she entered the trailer, oh no, she wanted to lull her husband to her. She inhaled and exhaled to gather her emotions, and then entered.
Roman had been anxiously awaiting to see Diosa, he was sure after they had sex things would settle between them, and he could speak rationally to her to make her understand she is who he wants. When he saw her walk inside, his breath hitched, and he felt himself becoming aroused. She looked ravishing and he wanted to reap all the juices she had to give him. "Hey sexy."
Diosa licked her ruby red lips, and walked seductively towards her husband. She knew she had him by the dark grey color of lust in his eyes. "Merry Christmas, Love…Come here and give me what I have missed so much."
This was going better than Roman had imagined, he envisioned an argument first. His body was over taken with animalistic arousal for his wife, and he now was in her personal space within three strides. His arms immediately went around Diosa's small waist, yanking her to his hard chest and his nostrils were instantly filled with that familiar scent, it was his favorite perfume that Diosa always wore, Hypnotic Poison by Christian Dior. "Mmm…Damn woman I've missed you." Roman grunted into her ear.
His words sent a rushing heat down Diosa's back, but not from wanting him, no it made her blood boil even hotter from anger. How dare he take her for a fool, Diosa would play second to no one, not even a man she has known and loved for almost a decade.
Roman's hands continued to wander down her back, and they stopped once he reached her plump firm buttocks, he couldn't help but to squeeze deeply into her flesh and to nestle his lips unto the soft skin of her neck. "I'm gonna fuck you raw, just like you want it baby girl."
Diosa let his hands roam, it was all part of how she wanted him, completely off guard. As the groping became more needing, Diosa, took a hand full of Roman's hair, and tugged it to bring his face to hers. "Really, Love?" She breathed heavily, and then within a millisecond her eyes went very dark and lips curled into a snarl, and her other hand was now latched onto Roman's crotch with a death grip. "You no good piece of shit…You are still seeing that puta!"
Roman's eyes went wide and they glassed over from the agonizing pain from his lower region. Diosa had his crotch like a Pitbull. "w-what…are…you…talking…about…?" He was completely clueless because his mind was blank from pain.
Diosa's grip tighten around him, she was so infuriated that she literally could have snatched his balls off with her bare hand. "I should rip it off…That way you can't fuck her….Bastardo!
With Diosa's hand tightening, Roman screamed out in extreme pain which alerted the guard, and both he and John Bradshaw were knocking on the door. They weren't sure if it were sex or not, so they aired on discretion with a knock first.
Diosa squinted her eyes and leaned into Roman's face, because he was now hunched over. "You tell them everything is okay, or I swear I will pull it off."
Roman literally had tears streaming down his face from the agony. He had no choice because he feared Diosa would do it, she was that crazy when she was mad. He cleared his throat and strangled out what he could. "Ah…We're fine."
John satisfied by Roman's response led himself and the guard away from the door once again. Diosa realized she could not do what she wanted without maybe getting herself into legal trouble, so she let go of Roman's goods and then kicked him in the arm. "I should…" She stopped herself and began to rapidly pace within the small space.
Roman coughed and dry heaved several times and remained doubled over with one knee to the floor, he was now pissed off himself. He bided his time to recover as Diosa paced furiously. After a little time Roman stayed hunched over, but once Diosa paced within his direction, he caught her left calf, which made her stumble. "You little…What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
Diosa now to Roman's level was even madder from his little attempt to get back at her. "I saw her name asshole…She was here!"
Before Roman could answer, he was slapped across the face hard, not once, but twice, which made his ear ring. "I have been working my ass off and you have still been seeing my whore cousin!"
Now it was clear to Roman what was going on, his wife had seen the Visitor's log and she saw the name that neither have mentioned since he was imprisoned, the woman that has turned his life upside down and managed to take a small part of his heart, Sarita Lopez, his wife's first cousin.
Diosa began to pace once again, she was beside herself. All she wanted to do was kill Sarita for betraying her, but her mother, Griselda Blanco, would not allow it. Griselda was donned "The Godmother", the Queen of cocaine, and the most notorious Columbian drug trafficker of all time. If anyone bought cocaine during the nineties and early two thousands, it was her supply. Although she was retired from the game, she still had influence and she would not permit her only daughter and last living child to kill her sister's last remaining living child. Diosa had obeyed her mother's wishes, but seeing that name on the Visitor's log reopened all her pain and she wanted revenge. "I swear to you Roman…!"
Roman struggled to his feet as he held his jaw from the sting of Diosa's hand. He knew this was bad, but he too had a Latin temper, and Diosa had pissed him off royally by grabbing his most prized possession. "Diosa, look where the fuck I am…I can't control who comes here…Fucking think about it since you put me here!"
Diosa didn't like Roman's tone, and she barreled into him, but Roman, this time caught her wrists and backed her into the wall. "I'm going to kill her asshole…You hear that…She is dead!"
Roman was within inches of Diosa's face and his breath was labored from pain and love for his wife. "Shut up, crazy woman…And calm the fuck down…I love you and that was a mistake…It is over…You fucking hear me…Over!"
All of this has taken an emotional toll on Roman. The affair was a stupid thing to do, but he just couldn't help himself, there was something about Sarita Lopez that drove him crazy and he had to have her, but now his emotions were getting involved, he loved his wife, but fuck what was it about Sarita. She made his blood rush and his head spin, plus they started to connect on another level, they were talking and listening to one another, something he and Diosa have gotten away from while building their empire. On the other hand, he knew his wife and loved her. This was a fucked up and complicated situation for him.
The stare down was so intense between the two that the trailer could have literally combusted. Diosa's large bosom heaved up and down as she struggled to get free. "I mean what I say Roman, if I find out she has been here again, I will kill her and make your life a living hell, and you know I am the bitch that can do it…I'm a damn Blanco first, you fucking asshole!"
Roman looking deep into his wife's eyes could see the pain and emotional suffering he has caused her, that was never his intention, but still in all he has done just that, caused the strongest woman he has ever known and loved pain. His breath eased and he leaned into her cheek and tenderly kissed it, and then nuzzled his head into the nape of her neck as he breathed in her scent that he has missed. "I'm sorry, and I swear to you we will fix us…Please, I fucked up, but I love you baby, you know that."
Diosa almost gave in, but she rolled her eyes into her head to swallow back her tears. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of crying again. She was a Blanco, which meant she was strong willed and unbreakable, she wouldn't allow herself to breakdown once again. She did what she had to do to protect herself, so she shoved Roman away and went to a chair on the opposite side of the trailer to sit down. After many seconds, she finally felt her voice was strong enough to spew a mouth full of truth. "Did you love me when your dick was deep up inside of my cousin?! Did you love me while sneaking around for months with that slut?! Did you love me when that puta was giving you head?! What's the matter, Love? Nothing to say…No baby, I love you bullshit?!"
Roman ran his fingers through his long raven locks, and sighed from defeat. Diosa's words were harsh, but true. "I don't want to lose you…I fucked up, but I'm asking for a second chance…I know you still love me, because if you didn't still love me, I would have been setup for murder and in this shithole for life, you want me home and I want to be home…I want my wife back…Please baby?"
Diosa did in fact still have feelings for her husband, but she wasn't sure if things would ever be the same between them because the emotional trust of husband and wife had been broken. She needed to put her emotional state in check and face reality. Roman and she were attached in marriage and business, she needed him back home for if nothing else but appearance sake for their enemies. And, one big enemy in particular, Antonio Escobar. Roman was the only one that could play liaison between their organizations. Antonio had a massive grudge against Griselda, and has threatened to renege on their partnership of smuggling cocaine through Mexico if Roman ever leaves the union of the Blanco's. Their empire was in the beginning stages and Diosa knew a divorce would crumble that empire, so she once again swallowed her hurt and the glaring fact that the love once shared between them has been compromised and may never be back to the level it was. "Just make sure when you come home you are focused…I have done what we discussed and Helmsley is being weakened as we speak."
Just the mere mention of Hunter's name made Roman's blood run cold. He knew Hunter was standing in the way of him and Diosa having Florida, but he also had fear for his wife working on their plan with him still in prison. "W-what?"
Diosa laughed at her husband's expression of shock and disapproval, she then flicked her long raven hair across her shoulder. "You heard me, I'm taking care of business, someone has to, I mean you're busy with "visitors"…Besides, Helmsley is primed and ready to be taken down…Why, Love…? Because he thinks we are done with you here, he is too arrogant to think a woman can outsmart him."
Roman smirked, he had to admit Diosa was right. Damn, that is why he loves her so much, she is ruthless and will stop at nothing for them to be on top. But, he still had concern for his wife being on the outside without him there to have her back. "Baby, be careful, Helmsley is a snake that will lie in wait for his prey…Lay low until I'm out, you planted the seeds and I will hoe the crop when I get home…I don't want anything to happen to my baby girl, you feel me."
Diosa looked at her husband long and hard, she could see that determination what she has missed, but she wasn't going to give her husband an inch. "Oh please, Helmsley is a gringo, I got him, but if he decides to slitter, I will be there to cut off his head."
Roman's features became solemn out of concern for his wife. "I mean it, Diosa…No more until I get out."
Diosa stood and ran her hand over her dress. "Merry Christmas, Love…And, don't worry, Helmsley is a non-factor from now on…" The devious smirk returned to her face. "I need to go prepare for the Holiday party at our club, our people are expecting the party of the year and that is what they will get."
"That's it…No kiss goodbye?"
Diosa's lips turned into a cunning smile and then blew a kiss in Roman's direction before she left. "Consider your balls still being attached a kiss, adios…"
Roman exhaled a small chuckle and then called out for his wife and held up his right hand and made a reverse "okay sign" over his chest, his inner circle of men adopted this from The Blanco crew, it represented unity to the family and the business. "Baby girl, remember."
Diosa returned the gesture back to Roman, but her eyes were still cold from pain of being betrayed. "For family and the cause, adios."
He accepted the cold gesture, but also felt pain within his heart for his wife, and his lover. He knew right there and then that Sarita would have to be the one he let go of. Sarita had awaken something within him, but she wasn't Diosa. Fuck, his mind was going a mile a minute thinking of Sarita and then bouncing back to his dear wife. "Shit…You gotta shake this, Diosa is your future, and Sarita is the past…I've got to rebuild and regain Diosa's trust, my business and marriage depends on it."
Later that evening at Le Palais Royal…The Estate of Hunter Hearst Helmsley
It was early evening and the forty year old Hunter Hearst Helmsley sat contently marveling over his latest plot. He was quite pleased with himself that he caused such havoc within The Reigns organization. He was playing a psychology game with them by causing division of the two headed run organization. Sure everyone thought The Reigns organization was ran by Roman alone, but Hunter was smarter than his other fellow bosses of the inner circle. There was something in his gut telling him that the lovely Mrs. Reigns is not just a sexy arm trophy, Hunter suspects she is the co-leader. So, with that he devised the plan to conquer and divide, he was the master of these games after all.
He smirked knowingly as his large right hand grazed over the many sexual charged photos of Sarita Lopez and Roman Reigns spread across his executive desk made of exotic dark woods, this desk was one of a kind and worth over two hundred-thousand dollars. This was a mere amount considering the home itself was over a whopping one hundred million dollars. The sixty thousand square-foot palatial estate was a thing of beauty. It solidified that Hunter was in fact the King of the Southeast. He started out as a bodyguard for the Mob Boss of the notorious McMahon crime family, with hard work, high earnings for the family, and ice cold killing skills, Hunter rapidly worked his way through the ranks, and five years ago he was dubbed the Boss. It came with a steep cost, first snuffing out his Boss of over ten years, and then ridding himself of his late strung out junkie wife, Stephanie McMahon.
After that horrific deed was completed, Hunter was rewarded the territory. The other Mob Bosses were impressed with the killing and feared Hunter greatly. If a man could kill his boss and father in-law without blinking an eye, there was no telling what Hunter could possibly do. Their questions were answered when Hunter placed a hit on his own wife. Stephanie was hooked on the feel good stuff and out of control with cheating, that Hunter could no longer tolerate, he would not be anyone's fool. Hunter despises betrayal and he made that fact completely clear on his wedding day. Stephanie crossed him and she received a hot shot of Heroin in the arm for it, the Police marked her death as an overdose, but Hunter's associates knew the truth, and that was fine with Hunter, fear is a very powerful motivational tool.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on the mahogany doors. He glanced at the time on his Oyster Perpetual platinum Rolex, and a half smirk adorned his manly features. Right on time he thought. He didn't bother to stand, he just advised for the person to enter.
The young women on the opposite side of the doors breathed shallow breaths before turning the golden encrusted knob. She had been upset all day before arriving. She has gotten herself into a horrible web of mess, and now she fears there is no way out of it. "Just do it…You have to reason with him Sarita…You just have to." With those final thoughts, she walked inside.
Hunter looked up at the stunner, Sarita Lopez. She was a twenty-six year old Columbian woman with long dark hair that flowed down her toned shoulders and back. Her features were angelic, but sexy and exotic at the same time. Full lips that look like they could suck on a lollipop for days, and not to mention the rack she had on her was near perfect. Hunter has not personally tasted them himself, but he knew women, and he could see this woman had to be insatiable in the bedroom. Poor Roman stood no chance, and it was Mrs. Reign's blood family which made it all the sweeter. What a way to conquer and divide. "You look as though someone has died." Hunter stated almost mockingly at Sarita, he could sense her apprehension.
Sarita, dressed in a black bandage strapless mini-dress, began to fidget with her hands. She was nervous now that she was in the presence of Hunter. All day she had gone over in her head what she wanted to tell hm. She wanted out of this plan, but could she convince the ruthless Mob Boss. "I-I…"
Hunter ran his right hand over his signature Lemmy Kilmister beard, changing his look definitely suited the forty year old man. It made him look even harder as a Mob Boss, but also caught the eyes of the ladies, they couldn't get enough of him. "If you are seeking more money, forget it." He then placed a sinister grin on his face as he quickly glanced at one of the sexy photos of Sarita riding Roman like her life depended on it. "Don't get me wrong sweetheart, you definitely put on a hell of a performance, but such as life, you didn't value your skills high enough and I got a damn good bargain…Maybe, if you play your cards right, I can give you a ride on Space Mountain as a bonus."
Sarita became angry at Hunter's vulgar comment. She wasn't a whore. "You know what, I don't want any more of your damn money…I want out!"
Hunter stood calmly and walked towards Sarita. He hadn't full dress yet, and only wore the slacks of his charcoal silk Brioni suit, and unbuttoned Gianni Versace black sheer Velvet leopard print shirt, his blonde hair fell along his shoulders. As he approached her, his face was expressionless, but quickly contorted to a snarl as he grabbed her face and began backing her towards the wall near the door. "Don't you ever raise your voice to me or even think about backing out, I own your ass now!"
Sarita could hear her own heart beating, it was pounding quickly as fear replaced her anger. She had never seen this side of Hunter, and she felt the tears begin to sting her eyes. "P-please…I'm sorry…Your hurting me."
Hunter had a solid grip on her face, but not enough for all the dramatics of her tears, something else was causing this futile attempt of pity. "If you even think of crossing me, I will really make you feel pain…So, stop the waterworks…Now!" He then let her go, but stood menacingly in her face.
Sarita wanted to stop crying, but she couldn't. It was a combination of fear and guilt. The plan was to seduce Roman and get proof of Diosa's involvement with the illegal stuff, but something happened, she has fallen hard for Roman, and now wants him for herself. "Please, Hunter…I just want out, I will give all your money back, just please let me out of this and don't hurt Roman…Please?"
Hunter folded his arms to his chest and breathed a small chuckle. This was perfect for him. The stupid girl has fallen for the prey. For Hunter, that was just brilliant and he couldn't have scripted it any better. "Stop talking and listen very carefully." He paused and lifted the shamed face of Sarita and his honey brown eyes bored into hers with determination. "You will continue to do as you were paid to do, and if you don't, I will contact "The Godmother", you know, your supposedly retired Aunt, and I will tell her you approached me about the plan to ruin your cousin's marriage…And, you know what? You and Roman will be joined together in death… Comprendes little Senorita?"
"You are an evil bastard…I can't continue to hurt Roman or Diosa…I want out…!"
Hunter backed away from Sarita, and quickly snatched up one of the sexy photos from his desk and held it in her face. "You don't want to hurt your cousin?" He then turned the photo to himself and then back to her. "Let me ask you, were you thinking that while riding him like a professional bull rider? Or were you thinking that when you accepted my money and bought that fancy Beamer? Huh? Sorry I didn't hear that…Please you gold digging slut, you were jealous of your cousin and you loved every minute of taking my money to fuck Roman."
Sarita narrowed her eyes at Hunter, and then raised her hand to slap him, but Hunter caught her wrist. "Don't even think to do it, because I will forget you are a women and strike you back!" Hunter was bluffing, he has never abused a women, but he knew his size would be enough of an imtimdation to make the women think twice.
Sarita continued to stare at Hunter, but her eyes filled with tears again, and her voice trembled. "I'm not a whore…I-I will do anything to protect Roman, please just don't tell Auntie or him…" She hung her head from shame again. "I love Roman, my cousin doesn't understand him like I do."
Hunter could care less if Sarita loved Roman, but he did figure out that manipulating Sarita would be much easier now because she will do anything to keep Roman from finding out the truth. "Just get me solid proof about your cousin, and I'll think about sparing dear old Romo…So what do you have to give me tonight?"
Sarita stood in fear for Roman. She didn't mean to fall for him, but it has happened and she would do anything to protect him, and her secret. She wiped the tears from her face and swallowed hard. "Diosa, has been meeting with Roman's men a lot, but I don't know what for."
Hunter grabbed Sarita's arm, and pulled her to him. "Not good enough…You better have something for me by next week…Gotta it!"
Sarita snatched her arm back. "I'm trying…Diosa is not stupid!"
"I don't want any more excuses, next week your little ass better have something…You're dismissed." Hunter walked back around to his desk, and sat back down. Once the sobbing Sarita left, he picked up another photo, this time it was of Diosa, she was sitting on a lounge chair at a mutual associates Country Club, she was wearing a royal blue dress and it brought out the glow of her olive skin. "You're not smarter than me beautiful, but you sure will make a damn sexy opponent."
Hunter lingered over the photo with lustful eyes, he couldn't quite figure out what he was feeling, but he was definitely thinking Roman was a fool to cheat on this woman. Little did Hunter know how much he and Diosa were so much alike, and how their lives will collide tonight to launch maybe the perfect storm that will leave all four lives changed forever.
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