Chapter - 10 Kristina

It had been a month since her father died. She was stunned when Michael took over the business. Part of her was even jealous. She thought she was probably better suited for the job because Michael is too nice. While she and her father had parted on bad terms because she had wanted Johnny and her father was not having it, she had agreed to go to Europe because she just wanted to get away from him. The guilt of hating him was eating her alive. She looked in the mirror. Her eyes were baggy from crying, but she is still beautiful. Dismissing her thoughts, she took out a vial and put a little bit of powder in the cap and sniffed. She needed to have some fun and forget. After wiping her nose, she went back into the club to dance.

"I love this song," she screamed making her way to the dance floor. A guy she didn't know pulled her against him and started dancing. She didn't even look at him. He is just a body and the rest she doesn't care about. She moved around the floor with abandon until the song was over. The DJ started playing a slow song and she grimaced and turned back towards the bar, and that was when she saw him—Christian Escobar, her mark. Pictures hadn't done him any justice. She figured if she was going to lose herself completely, she might as well go straight to hell. It was no accident that she was there that night. It had been carefully planned.

Christian had been taking in the show. She is gorgeous and the way she moved her body around so freely, turned him on. He is aware of who she is and isn't sure why she is in the club since it's not Corinthos territory, but from her actions, she didn't seem to care. He curiously observed as she sauntered towards him, her hips swaying and her deliberately calculated movements making her seem like she's moving in slow motion. She completely ignored the men asking her to dance as she honed in on her target. When she finally stood directly in front of him, she leaned in.

"Kristina," she whispered in his ear.

The closeness of her body and the sweetness of her scent made him want to drown inside in her body.

He put his hand on her back to keep her close and huskily said, "Christian."

Kristina felt her body shiver and they separated slightly so they could gaze into each other's eyes. Christian pushed her onto the dance floor and she relaxed against his body. They moved as one as he softly ran his fingers down her bare back as she slightly moaned in response.

He jerked backward and stared into her eyes.

"Come with me," he said leading her outside. His men observed him and then followed him to the door to make sure he was protected. They are also aware of who she was and are sure this was an ambush or setup.

Christian, on the other hand, can tell from her body's reaction and glazed eyes that the only thing she wants is seduction and he has no problem giving it to her.

He made his way out of the club into an awaiting car where he put up the window partition in the limo and turned back to her. She hungrily kissed him and he grabbed her and sat her on his lap. Her body is curvy in all the right places and he wants her so badly that he is almost ready to take her right there, but he has other plans. They continued to make out until the car pulled into his estate and he swung her off of him and grabbed her hand.

"Let's go."

Kristina perused the area which is packed with guards. This is probably the most stupid thing she had ever done, but the drugs wouldn't let her linger on that. She is completely turned on by him and would do whatever he asked. She just wants to escape.

He led her into the house and told the guards that he didn't want to be disturbed. His cousin Marco just looked at him like he was crazy when he recognized Kristina and realizes that this could bring them a whole lot of trouble, but he knew better than to challenge Christian.

He led her into this bedroom and removed his jacket. She stared at him for a moment and then stepped out of her shoes and removed her dress. He smiled at the care she had taken to prepare for him. Her taste in lingerie is sexy and a bit naughty. He moved towards her as he threw off his shirt and then hungrily grabbed her as he spun her around and pushed her onto the bed. After taking his pants and underwear, he lay next to her. There is no material around her nipples so he sucked on them while exploring between her legs. Kristina gasped as he used his fingers to tease and make her wet. Christian was so turned on that he couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and pulled off her underwear and then quickly lay on top of her. She opened her legs for him and wrapped them around him slowly pulling him into her. He started to thrust inside of her, his movements building with intensity until she cried out his name thrashing underneath him. He kept at it harder and harder until he couldn't hold it anymore and fell onto her as he released himself into her. He rolled off of her as she cuddled against him. They are thinking about the craziness of what they had done, but it is too late to go back, and they both want to do it again.

IiIiIiIiIiIiIiIiIiIiI

Two days later, Johnny stared at the footage of Kristina leaving the club with Christian.

"Fuck," he said slamming his hand on the desk. He doesn't know how he is going to tell Michael about it. They are still in a truce with the Escobar family and Kristina had probably shot that to hell.

At the same time, Michael came into his office and saw a CD on his desk. It just had the words, "watch me" on it. He stared at it for a moment and then popped it into his computer. After a few seconds, he recognized Christian Escobar in bed with a woman. "What the fuck?" He isn't sure why he would receive something like this until the woman's face came into few. There was his sister getting screwed by Christian Escobar. He threw the laptop against the wall, but for some reason, it didn't break and the sound of their lovemaking was bouncing off all of the walls. He took out the gun and shot it once, and then picked it up and slammed it against the wall.

Johnny heard the shot and everyone ran towards the office. He watched Michael sinking onto his chair and then motioned for the other men to leave and then shut the door behind him.

"Michael, what is going on?"

Michael glared at him. "Kristina is fucking Christian Escobar."

"I just found out about five minutes ago," Johnny said quietly.

"Dammit!" He pounded the desk with his fist. "What the hell is she doing?"

Johnny didn't say anything. Kristina had been self-destructing for the last few weeks. She had been doing drugs and screwing strangers and wouldn't listen to anyone.