SKULLS

by Lovely Vero

Vampiro and El Diablo, aka: Klaus and Elijah Mikaelson, heads of the bikers SKULLS are fighting Gabriel Desperaldo, aka: El escorpión - head of the Spanish mafia - and his human trafficking in their city of Los Alamos in New Mexico. Never in a million years, did they imagine that the love of two captured women would change their life forever.

11. Amor Amor Amor

SKULLS

From: Lovely Vero

Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe TVD & the Originals

Main pairings:
Caroline Forbes & Klaus Mikaelson
Katherine Pierce & Elijah Mikaelson

Also starring:
Bonnie Bennett and Kol Mikaelson
Stephan Salvatore and Rebekah Mikaelson

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CHAPTER 11

"Amor Amor Amor"

~ Part 1 ~

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Note: the inspiration of the present update' title came from Jennifer Lopez' song: Amor Amor Amor.

Warning: there is suggestive (rude and sexual) language in this chapter that might be triggering so proceed with "caution".

Writer's note: At the end of the present update.

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Rebekah Mikaelson retraced her steps from the kitchen fridge to the opened concept dining and living room area to reach the man who was clutching his pelvic and crotch in pain.

"There!" She threw a frozen vegetable bag on his laps. "Frozen peas for your bruised nuts!" She added with a large pernicious grin. "If you need another bag for your bruised ego, there are more in the freezer."

"You think that you're a real smart girl; aren't you?" Stefan Salvatore replied, before placing the said frozen bag on his private parts. "A cartel girl who transformed herself into a respected society lawyer… Call me impressed, counselor Mikaelson!"

"No, I don't think that, Mr. Salvatore. I simply thought that you had enough of me kicking your ass for one night, but if you want more I'll be more than happy to oblige." She shrugged nonchalantly; lowering herself into a comfortable sitting position (while tightening the belt of her dressing gown), her gun strategically placed by her side on the side table.

"Mark my words, sweetheart; I'll get my rematch with you." He promised, between clenched teeth. "So… I would bet a couple of beer bottles that you'll tell me a fairy tale such as: I've learned to fight like a man in law school."

"I'm not much a beer girl to start with. And for your information, it's called self-defense courses with a private instructor, Mr. Salvatore." She replied, dryly. "It looks like you're not aware of the danger and daily aggression a woman could occur in a daily basis in New-York City." She added, unwavering. "Me for example: In the time space of a month I was attacked twice. Not even ten minutes ago, in my own penthouse. Can you imagine?"

Stefan rose his sight at her, his mouth gaping into a kind of rictus: "I'm sure you misunderstood the best intentions of your visitor."

"You're calling "best intentions" the fact that you attacked me in my own home?" She rose an eyebrow, tapping her manicured nails on the handle of her gun. "Maybe I should discuss your visit with Detective Bennett? We could exchange our thoughts on your best intentions. She could give me some insight, while I'll give her points on the law side of things to put you behind bars for many years."

"The thing is, Rebekah… Can we call each other by our first names after being so close when you hit me in the crotch?" He teased, smirking, throwing the frozen bag of peas over a magazine left on the coffee table; before adding perniciously: "We both know that you won't contact Detective Bennett in regard of my unexpected visit; simply because you don't want her to learn more about Klaus and …What the first name of your eldest brother is again? Oh… Right! Elijah… both of your brothers."

Rebekah swallowed her pride, whitening over the mention of their first names, before promptly responding: "You have a vivid imagination, Mr. Salvatore; or you are simply demented? I couldn't' say at the moment, it's one or the other." She added, tit for tat. "Maybe a visit to the nearest country site sanatorium would do you good?"

"No," He shook his head, grinning. "I simply have good informers who are dipping themselves deep in the Mexican cartel. So are you brothers, or am I mistaking?"

Fuck him! That man was more dangerous than met the eyes and way smarter too!

"What is it that you do want, Mr. Salvatore?" She questioned, slyly; chin rose. "Because if you don't mind I would like to get back, to what used to be, my relaxing evening."

"It's quite fascinating to me that a beautiful, sexy and educated woman such as yourself would pass her evenings all alone." He commented, slowly raising on his legs.

"Why is that…You want to ask me out, Mr. Salvatore?" She mocked, openly; grabbing her gun in her right hand while standing in front of him. "I'm sorry to say that you flirting skills are lacking a certain finesse; furthermore asshole such as yourself who are physically harassing woman are not truly my type."

"Perhaps your prefer bickers such as your brothers, Mrs. Mikaelson? It's funny, I had the distinctive impression that a sexual spark had passed between us while you were straddling me earlier." He teased, winking. "My bad. Then again, bitch such as yourself are not my type either. I prefer when ladies are not hitting my crotch on first date."

"Then we do understand each other, Mr. Salvatore." She replied, narrowing her sight on him. "I feel some kind of empathy for you, considering that one of the abducted women is one of your female friend. This said be certain of one thing: the next time that you'll come uninvited to my home or will harass me in any way or shape…I'll call the police."

"I'll grant you three days for our next time, Counselor Mikaelson," He took a step forward, leaning his head near her to softly whisper in her left ear. "You'll be a good girl and find a way to set a meeting between your brothers and me…or, I'll pay a visit to Detective Bennett to share the unfortunate information I have found on you and your hidden family." He added, grabbing her chin; before unexpectedly brushing her lips of a kiss. "Until then…" He winked, quickly disappearing from her sight; before she could hear the front door slamming.

She closed her eyes, her heartbeats drumming in a fast pace inside her chest; before rushing her steps to grab her cellphone left on the nearby desk, placed in front of the panoramic windows.

"Damn it, Kol, call me back A.S.A.P …We are in deep shit!" She hurriedly left the message on his voice mail, furiously throwing the device on her leather sofa; before grabbing her head with both hands and letting a loud shriek escape her lips.

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N.Y.P.D. – Precinct #034

Detective Bonnie Bennett walked through the corridors of the precinct, hitting the heels of her leather boot on the parquet floor. She rose her sunglasses on top of her head; nodding discreetly at a few policemen as a greeting gesture, as she passed by their sides. She pushed the door of her department, reaching her office desk; before lowering two Starbucks cups of coffee on her desktop.

"You're an angel who have descended from heaven to bring me caffeine." Gerald (her male colleague and friend) commented, while grabbing one of the cups.

"Hey! Who said that one cup was for you?" The female detective questioned, with a nod of her head and an arched eyebrows; teasingly.

"You know another oldie, soon to be retired male detective, who is helping you out these days?" He winked back at her.

"You have a good point. I guess you're deserving of that cup of coffee after all." She responded, the right side of her red lips raising into a smirk; before throwing her badge and sunglasses on her desktop. "Did you find something, anything for me?"

"Where's your male protégé?" He questioned in a lower tone; eyeing if any of their colleagues could ears drop on their exchange.

"The past days; I've put the graduate who calls himself: Killian Brown, in a time-off from the precinct and his supposedly internship." She responded, as matter of facts; lowering herself down into a sitting position on her chair

"Damn! The chief must not have been happy about that sudden decision." Gerald commented, eyes widely opened.

"I've told him that I was looking at a few leads regarding the missing women case and the shootout at the lounge bar that could possibly send me on a scavenger hunt in Mexico." She responded to her friend; lowering her upper body on her desktop. "I added that I could bring Mr. Brown with me to add some credits to his internship … He was thrilled, really."

"That is really not a good idea, sweetheart," Gerald whitened; shaking his head. "Except, if you want to leave town with a liar who hides from you his true identity."

"You found something!" Bonnie exclaimed, excitedly; while strengthening her upper body.

"You can say that, alright!" Gerald replied, nodding; while throwing a closed file at her.

The petite brunette grabbed the said file, before lowering her sight on the paper inside.

"Who's that?" She rose a paper in her right hand, with a male picture on it.

"That, my dear Bonnie, is none other than the real Killian Brown." Gerald whispered; pointing a finger toward the said paper.

"No fucking way!" Bonnie exclaimed in shock. "The guy in the picture is the real Killian Brown?"

"You were right, kiddo." Gerald acknowledged. "I don't know who the guy who took his place is, but he's certainly not that young graduate!"

"How is this even possible? I mean, where did the real Killian go? Don't tell me he killed him to take his place?" Bonnie suddenly realized the possibility that this extortion of identity could have taken a life.

"No; nothing that tragic or fatal." Gerald shook his head. "About a month ago, the real Killian Brown took a few days off from his last days of law school without informing the school administration of his departure. He went hiking with a couple of his graduate friends. They escalated a cliff, they guy fell from a very high perched position."

"He died?" The petite brunette questioned, mouth opened; both arms crossed over her chest.

"Close, but not quite. He broke his back and he's now disabled from the waist down." Gerald informed the female detective.

"Therefore, the school administration didn't have time to register in its data base that the real Kilian Brown was incapacitated, and couldn't present himself to his internship." Bonnie came to the only conclusion, biting into her bottom lip.

"You got it!" Her partner in crime agreed to her say. "Which gave our present impostor the opportunity to take that young man place."

"But… to achieve what? For what purpose?" She questioned, mostly her own self; munching on her pen.

"I don't know … Let say for the sake of arguments that our present Killian flopped his graduate year at law school and wanted his own chance to an internship?" The male detective suggested.

"I don't believe that for a second." Bonnie shook her head.

"I don't either, to be frank." Gerald agreed.

"Our impostor took Killian' place because he wanted to be paired with the detective that would be put on the case of the two women who went missing after their trip in Mexico." She stipulated as a matter of facts. "I would cut my right hand in front of you if I was wrong about this, but I don't believe that I am." She added, more certain than ever. "The man was able to grab my gun and probably shoot directly at those who attacked us in the lounge bar. He's not a college student; he's a professional."

"If this is true, Bonnie; we need to tell the chief what we came up with upon our little investigation of that guy, and you need to not leave the country with him!" Gerald suggested; unwavering.

"I can't not leave with him… I need to!" She shook her head; holding her say for a few minutes at the mere instant a policeman passed by their side, eying them suspiciously.

"We are good to talk… He left." Her partner informed her.

"Gerald; you perfectly know how those human trafficking organizations operate. They are like fandom organizations, it's very rare that the police is able to locate them." Bonnie explained herself in a lower voice. "I have this chance of "perhaps" being brought in close proximity and context of what have happened to both Katherine Pierce and Caroline Forbes. I will not blew my chance in thin air!"

"If something happens to you…" The male detective trailed off; nervously brushing his grayish hair with his right hand.

"Nothing will happen to me." She promised him; with a tilt of her head and a smile. "What else did you dig up?"

"Nothing new on Mr. Stefan Salvatore, except for him swimming in deep water with the wrong side of the crowd for years. Ditto for Tyler Lockwood, he's clean. Well …except for his…" Gerald coughed, uncomfortable; while blushing lightly. "Indiscretions with mistresses and escorts."

"Ugh…I can't stand that asshole!" Bonnie winced in disdain at the man's mention. "And, I can't for the life of me understand how Caroline Forbes could have fallen for that jerk."

"Language detective Bennett!" Her male partner scolded, teasingly. "The chief wouldn't appreciate your dirty talk about Lockwood."

"Oh… He can go to hell as well for not being able to see the rat that man truly is." She rolled her eyes at his say. "What else?"

"As for Counselor Rebekah Mikaelson," He named, smirking; before placing a sheet in front of her eyes. "I had to dig deep for the lady. She had proclaimed on her legal statue paper being a single woman, and an only child; except…if you take a look on this very old paper, you'll notice the mention of the year and the city she was born, near the border of Mexico, and the name of her father: Mikael Mikaelson, and of her mother: Esther Mikaelson, who have had three other children, all boys."

"This is gold! Where did you find this?" Bonnie exclaimed, in awe; a large grin spreading on her lips.

"Don't get too excited now…She could have parted ways with her family and decided to call herself an orphan for load or reasons; which are none of our business to start with, and couldn't be contested." Gerald reminded her. "Plus, her lying on her status paper doesn't mean that her missing brothers are related to the present crime."

"But?" The petite brunette rose an eyebrow, smiling. "I am feeling a "but" in your say, Gerald."

"But… I did a research on the said father, Mikael Mikaelson, his wife, and their sons, and it's like they all vanished into thin air from this earth; but without a single death certificate." He informed some more.

"Not a single death certificate?" Bonnie wondered out loud. "That would put some serious past shadows on counselor Mikaelson."

"No…No death certificates. They just vanished, not a trace, not found." Her partner shrugged, dumbfounded.

"Interesting." Bonnie knocked her pen on her desktop. "Maybe they changed their names?"

"Maybe" Gerald nodded on her suggestion. "But, still not trace of the legal papers, if so."

"Bonnie lowered her sight on her cellphone, a text ring tone warning her of the alleged Killian Brown' arrival at the precinct.

"The cat is in the house." She teased, raising on her legs; before grabbing her badge and sunglasses, to slide them over her head.

"Mr. Brown…. How do you know?" Gerald questioned; surprised.

"I asked Anne at the front reception desk to text me the second when she would see my protégé enter the building.'' She responded, grinning. "Showtime, Gerald! Mr. Brown and I, we have a little trip to Mexico to take."

"Bonnie," Her partner grabbed her right wrist; worried to see her dead set on her plan. "Please, I beg of you, be careful. You're probably playing with fire."

"If my hunch is right; this is the only slim chance that I'll get to find this trafficking cartel, Gerald." She replied. "We'll keep in touch by text, at the same hour, every day. The moment you won't receive news from me, you'll know that I'm in trouble."

"Bonnie; I'm too old for this shit!" He growled, unhappy. "If something happens to you…"

"Nothing will." She shook her head, smiling; before squeezing his hand to reassure him, and walking away.

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Kol held his steps in the precinct 1st floor corridor to listen to the voice message left on his cellphone by his sister, the previous night.

"Fuck…Like we need this now!" He swore between clenched teeth; pacing back and forth while realizing that his sister had been swimming in a puddle of deep threats and shit because of Stefan Salvatore!

To be frank he hated the guy and admired him at the same time … To be able to retrace Rebekah to their brothers was the work of a professional!

Because of his outlaw hacker life, he was usually a night owl, but last night he had fallen asleep (all clothed) on his hotel bed, and had missed her phone call.

"Trouble in paradise, Mr. Brown?" He heard the female voice addressed him; before swirling on himself to face the female detective.

"Detective Bennett!" He greeted, politely; rubbing his hands nervously and blushing lightly to reprise his borrowed role of the male graduate. "Please, forgive my impolite language."

"We all have our moments of …letting go and showing our true face and colors, would you say, Killian?" Bonnie replied, perniciously; while pushing the elevator button to call it. "I can call you by your first name, can't I?"

What had she meant by that? Was it a hidden message? Kol lowered his sight down, shaking his head lightly…Get a fucking grip on yourself man! It was now obvious that Rebekah' message had set paranoia in his head.

"I couldn't say, I'm only myself…The good, the bad and mostly the awkward." He replied, smiling shyly; while humping from one foot to the other, his hands buried in the front pockets of his jeans.

"I see." She narrowed her sight on him, while crossing both arms in front of her chest.

"So … Hum…I was happy you called me to reprise my internship." He shared his enthusiasm.

"Yes. Water had ran under the bridge…So to speak." She commented, evasively.

"You mean after the shootout?"" He arched an eyebrow, before commenting some more: "It was quite an ordeal." He added; playing the uncomfortable card. "I … I had trouble sleeping afterward."

"Really?" She responded, entering the elevator cabin when both doors opened in front of them.

"You did not?" Kol asked, following her steps inside the small space; while not being able to forbid himself to glance at her round ass.

Damn…Her delicious curves was hitting him below the belt! If only … He would put that woman over his shoulder and drop her in his bed to fuck her in a heartbeat for days to come!

"I'm a detective, Killian…Therefore, I'm used to those kind of danger and bad … predicament, for lack of better words." She responded, a crooked smile spreading on her red lips; while pushing the 6th floor button. "I'm surprised you had trouble sleeping, considering how at ease you were during the take down of the lounge club?"

Mm… She was still skeptic of him, it appears.

"My survival instinct I guess." He shrugged.

"You guess? How interesting." She commented, a loud shriek of horror suddenly escaping her lips, when the elevator cabin abruptly stopped (between two floors) making her loose her equilibrium.

Kol instinctively wrapped both of his arms around her waist, bringing her in full contact with his bulged chest. "Are you alright?" He asked with true concern perceived in his voice; while lowering his head to bury his dark glance in her brown eyes.

She slowly rose her head and sight to stare at him, her breathing picking up; before raising both of her opened palms on his shirt, over his chest: "Yes, I'm fine; thank you."

"Rest assured, Detective Bennett, that I wouldn't let anything happen to you." He whispered, his head slightly bending forward; his sight fixated on her parted lips.

"Right" She responded, promptly pushing herself at a distance; while lowering her head down to hide her blushing moment. "I think the elevator stopped between two floors."

"It looks that way." He nodded, keeping his sight on the petite brunette.

Interestingly enough… a few seconds ago, he had felt the intense sexual attraction between them. And by her present nervous attitude, he was now certain that she had felt it also.

"Hi folks! Hang in there, we have experienced a little technical problem with the elevator… We'll restart it in a few minutes." They heard the voice coming through the intercom.

"You see, Killian, there won't be a need for you to play the hero for a second time." She commented, dryly; arms now firmly crossed over her chest.

Yap! She had felt the sexual tension between them, alright! He grinned while noticing she was also pissed about realizing it.

"I'm just thankful for the opportunity to fulfill my internship in your company, Detective Bennett; and here to help if you ever need me to." He responded, toneless. "I'm just curious though…. Why are we heading to the sixth floor?"

Bonnie slowly turned her head to glance in his direction; letting an evil grin spread on her full lips: "We are picking up air tickets, Killian. As a graduate who wants to help and fulfill your internship at this precinct, you'll get the rare opportunity of a lifetime to accompany me in Mexico to follow a lead on the shootout."

Fuck! Kol whitened, swallowing hard: "Mexico. May I ask why?"

"Human trafficking related to an alleged criminal and a bikers organization." She added, tilting her head. "I'm sure this will please you immensely."

Damn it…Damn it… Damn it…What now?

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"You are cordially invited to Mateo's party!"

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Porque I am the party, yo soy fiesta

Blow out your candles, have a siesta

You can try pero no one can stop me

What my taki taki wants, yeah, my taki taki gets, uh

Báilame como si fuera la última vez

Y enséñame ese pasito que no sé

Un besito bien suavecito, bebé

Taki taki

Taki taki, rumba

TAKI TAKI featuring DJ snake, Cardi B, Ozuna

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On this night of gambling and debauchery, the imposing gates of the large property had been widely opened by Mateo' guards to lead the long cortege of limousines and powerful motorcycles to follow the entrance alley and long lines of mature trees leading to the bright lights dazzling the large driveway in front of the imposing mansion.

El Diablo, aka Elijah Mikaelson rose the left sleeve of his silky, midnight blue, tuxedo jacket to glance at his 18 karat gold Rolex watch… Right on time… He thought to himself, lifting the right side of his lips into a smirk. Powerful men were never early nor late; they were right on schedule to show that they meant business among other outlaw organizations such as the one that Mateo was operating.

The Limousine stopped in front of the red carpet that would eventually lead his walking steps up the concrete stairs to reach the front opened doors of the imposing house.

The chauffeur, all dressed in black with white gloves, opened the back passenger door, granting him the chance to slide his right leg and foot on the pavement; before stepping out of the vehicle. The leader of the Skulls pulled on both of his jacket sleeves, standing tall and imposing in his lustrous tuxedo. He slowly turned his head, his attention attracted by the roar of the load engine coming from the powerful Harley motorcycle parking near the limousine; a large grin spreading on his full lips.

The tall, dark blonde, curly hair, biker stopped his engine, striding over his powerful machine; before standing tall in his leather pants and boots. He turned his head to wink at Elijah, before throwing the keys into the hands of a nearby parking valet: "Don't fucking mess with my bike!" Vampiro, aka Klaus Mikaelson warned the young man; who caught the keys in his hands and nodded his head in approbation, before shaking it in fear and negation.

"Scaring the innocent soul with your James Dean look and salty biker attitude, Nicklaus?" Elijah commented, with a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head; while crossing both arms in front of his bulged chest.

"I believe that someone needs to show our true menacing side, and it isn't you in that blue lustrous tuxedo, Elijah." Klaus teased, before stepping on the concrete stairs to reach his brother. "Are you reprising the role of John Travolta in a sequel of Saturday Night Fever?"

"Bite me!" El Diablo replied, grinning. "I think I look more the "part" than you in this leather ensemble. What is it called? Biker / cowboy look in a small town of two thousands, in Western Alabama?"

"Did you suddenly grew a sense of humor today, Elijah?" Klaus pointed a finger at his brother; the left side of his lips raising into a smirk. "Because, that joke is particularly good."

"Time for business, brother." El Diablo whispered, in a more serious manner.

"Yap, it is." Vampiro agreed, nodding; before they would both turned their heads to watch the arrival of Big Joe in one of their BMW's, followed by a large group of their men on the premises.

Backup was a necessary need to protect their asses and notify the powerful outlaw organizations present at Mateo's soiree, that they meant business and needed to be respected.

They resumed their steps in perfect synchronization, climbing the rest of the stairs before crossing the threshold of the imposing mansion.

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Baby, ven conmigo (Ven conmigo; oh-oh)
Baila (Baila)
La música e' testigo, ya la veo, mamacita (-ta)
Louis Vuitton en su vestido (Su vestido)
Diamante, le gusta cuando al oído yo le digo, eh-eh

[Chorus: will. & Ozuna]
Mamacita, mamacita
Qué bonita (Mamacita)
Eh-oh-oh-oh
Eh-oh-oh-oh
Mamacita, mamacita
Qué bonita (Mamacita)

MAMACITA Featuring Black Eyed Peas, Ozuna, J. Rey Soul

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Inside, they were greeted by dimmed lights, a tick aroma of expensive cigars and rum, loud Spanish music, and the not-so-discreet glances of half-naked female escorts who had spotted the entrance of the Skulls leaders in matter of seconds.

"Well, at least that low life jerk of Mateo had the good sense of placing a few pool tables for me to pass the time!" Klaus commented, grinning; both hands placed on each side of his waist.

"Not surprising me a bit that playing with a stick would amuse you so damn much; Nicklaus." El Diablo replied, teasingly.

"What is it with you and good jokes tonight?" Klaus questioned, grinning.

"What did I hear about good jokes?" Big Joe who had joined the party inside the mansion, questioned; while pulling on the collar of his silk shirt.

"You're suffering dressed like that, aren't you?" Elijah commented, smirking at the uneasiness of his henchman.

"You know, boss; not laughing about it in my face, would help!" Their right arm man replied, wincing.

"You should have worn leather like me." Klaus suggested, winking.

"In thirty minutes you'll be sweating like a pig and stink like one, as well." Big Joe commented, as matter of facts.

"You see, honey bee… that was my plan all along," Klaus who had pulled his henchman close, whispered in his right ear. "To make all the vermin disappear from my sight when they'll smell my fresh scent."

Elijah shook his head, grinning; before straightening it back up when he heard the soft whisper in his left ear.

"Could it be that I am what you're looking for?" A tall brunette asked, while smiling timidly at Elijah.

El Diablo lowered his sight on the length of the young woman standing shakily on her four inches stilettos; barely dressed of a veil dress, which left nothing to the imagination.

The leader of the Skulls discreetly nodded to both Klaus and Big Joe, who understood the signal to leave him in company of the escort.

"Take care of this, she is still a child." Klaus whispered to his brother, with a squeeze of his neck.

"I know, and I will." Elijah replied, in agreement.

"Come Big Joe… A few game of pool and good rum are awaiting us!" Vampiro pushed his henchman toward the tables.

"Does it mean you want me for the night?" The brunette asked, biting her bottom red lip in nervousness.

"How old are you, sweetheart?" Elijah questioned, while pushing both of them in a darker alcove, wrapping his right arm around her waist to clearly make her his territory in front of prying eyes.

"I'm …. I'm 17; but … I know what to do to please you." She stammered her response, chin rose.

Fuck them! She was a child, barely legal! And from the look of it and of her … It seems like it was her first time offering her sexual services.

"You see the old man fucking the blonde girl on the sofa on your right?" Elijah whispered, while playing with her curls.

"Y…Yes." She cried her response, nodding.

"Do you want to become her? Do you want to be physically and repeatedly abused this way?" He questioned, never leaving her teary eyes.

She shook her head, brushing a tear away from her face: "No"

"What's your name?" El Diablo questioned, sliding his head down her neck for make-belief.

"They … They're calling me Lea." She responded, truthfully.

"But, you're not Lea; aren't you?" Elijah came to the only conclusion. "And I would bet my life on it that your family don't even know that you're here."

She shook her head: "They… They will hurt me if I say more."

"How much is it to have you for the night?" The leader of the Skulls questioned the young girl, while pulling a large wad of cash from the interior pocket of his jacket.

"It's …. It's only two thousands. They … They say to ask for that amount because I don't have much experience; if no at all." She told him, in whisper. "Some men like virgins, but…not tonight, not here."

Elijah closed his eyes, sighing loudly; a rage bigger than life itself grabbing his guts in hostage.

"Here… Take the money. Give what you owe to your pimp and tell him that El Diablo want to buy you out of the business. He'll contact me." He instructed; pushing the bills in her hands.

"Why are you doing this?" She questioned, grateful.

"Because I'm not the asshole who will take your virginity, not a single one of those jerks here should, except for the man that you will choose to put in your bed, one day." He responded, nodding. "But that will be your choice, not theirs!"

"Thank you … You're very kind; I saw it in your eyes." She commented, before raising herself on her tip toes to brush her lips on his left bearded cheek. "My … My name is Elizabeth."

"It's a beautiful first name…Try to go back to your family and rebuild your life, Elizabeth." He wished her, smiling.

"I will." She nodded, before slowly disappearing from his sight.

"That is enraging me so much, that I would kill everyone here!" Big Joe commented, pacing back and forth in front of the pool table; while pointing a finger in direction of the exchange between his boss and the young prostitute.

"I know… Believe me I would gladly transform into a vampire to suck all of their poisoned blood out of their veins." Klaus responded, dryly, grabbing two sticks from the wall; before handing one to his henchman. "We can only save them one at a time, Big Joe." He added, before undressing of his jacket to throw it on a nearby chair. "Elijah will buy her out. That one will have a chance to a normal life."

"She's barely legal!" His right arm man responded, undressing of his blazer; before pulling on his tie knot, furiously.

"You won't change rats from being rats, my friend." Klaus commented, lowering his upper body on the table to place the triangle of balls on the perfect spot; before hitting them all with the tip of his stick. "You can kill them one at a time though!" He pointed a finger at his henchman, winking.

"Yeah … Let's try your method then." Big Joe replied, sighing loudly; before lowering his upper body on the pool table.

"Hey!" A tall, blonde prostitute (this time of age) dressed of a barely there black dress stepped near Klaus; eyeing him with much interest in her eyes.

"Hey yourself." He greeted her, smiling.

"Rum?" She handed a glass to him.

"Don't mind if I do." He grabbed the glass, drinking it in one gulp. "Ah, good stuff!" He swallowed and smacked his lips; lowering the glass on the edge of the pool table

"I'm Laura…Interested in having a little bit of fun with me?" She openly proposed him, slowly sliding both of her manicured hands up his chest; her lips pressed on his right ear. "I have the key of one of the master bedrooms."

"Do you, now?" He grinned back at her; sliding a few strands of her blonde hair behind her left ear, his right hand lowering down the small of her back for the voyeurism jerks. "It's a very tempting proposition, sweetheart; but…" He added, sighing.

"Your friend can join us if he wants to." She shrugged; glancing in Big Joe's direction, who shook his head at his boss.

Klaus lowered his head to hide a chuckle; before admitting: "It's not that …you see, my heart is beating and is otherwise engaged with a blonde that looks just like you."

"The girls told me you and your brother, El Diablo, were good guys… And now…A man with a heart?" The so called Laura commented, shaking her head in disbelief. "That is very rare and obviously not my night for luck." She replied, detaching herself from his embrace.

"Hey? Wait…" Klaus retained her, with a grip on her left hand. "How much?"

"Five thousands." She responded, tears filling her eyes.

Vampiro perfectly knew that a hooker rejected by a male invitee in one of Mateo's soiree would sign her death certificate!

"Take the watch, its value is ten times your nightly worth." Klaus slide it in her hands; closing her fingers on it. "Take the night off; rethink your life."

"Thank you." She replied; both of her closed hands placed over her raising chest. "For what it's worth, the blonde in your life… She's a lucky girl."

Klaus nodded, before turning on himself to face Big Joe, who had pressed his back on the edge of the pool table; arms crossed over his prominent chest, a grin spreading on his face.

"What?" Vampiro spat; while grabbing his stick. "What are you looking at? Are you playing pool or not?"

"And I quote," The henchman grabbed his chin, raising his head, in a theatrical way. "My hear is beating and is otherwise engaged with a blonde that looks just like you." He mimicked, before questioning: "Now, who might that be, boss?"

"That was just for …" Klaus waved his right hand dismissively in the air; while wincing and blushing at the same time. "To say something to the girl."

"Sure boss, whatever you say!" Big Joe shook his head, smiling.

"Don't you say a word of that sentence to Caroline; got it?" Klaus whispered, leaning his upper body near his henchman.

"Why would I? It was just to say something to the girl." The chubby man repeated, chuckling.

"That's right!" Klaus nodded; leaning forward to hit the balls with much force.

---

Criminal, cri, criminal
Tu estilo, tu flow baby, muy criminal
Criminal, uh, criminal, ah

Criminal, cri, criminal
Tu estilo, tu flow mami, muy criminal
Criminal, cri, criminal, ah

CRIMINAL Featuring Natti Nata, Ozuna

---

Leaving the main reception area where a few guests (as well as his brother and Big Joe) were playing pool, drinking to the point of passing out, dancing with escorts, or fucking them; El Diablo had followed a more discreet elite group of guests who had received a private invitation to gamble high amount of money, get the chance to buy the contract of a prostitute, or even losing their own outlaw organization (which was a rare occurrence, but had happened in the past).

Elijah rose his sight on the gorilla man placed in front of two massive French doors; before slowly retrieving his invitation from the inside pocket of his jacket to show it to Mateo's guard.

The man nodded, before opening both doors and let him inside of a large gamble room; that smelled of expensive cigars and rum.

"Elijah! My friend … Come, come!" Mateo greeted, all smiles; while signing him, with a snap of his fingers, to approach the gambling table where he was sitting.

"Mateo. Gentlemen." He greeted, himself, rapidly noticing the criminals at the table, who nodded in return; before throwing (from the inside of his jacket) a large ward of money on the table. "Thank you for this kind invitation, Mateo." He added, before unbuttoning his jacket to take a sitting position at the table.

"You're part of us, El Diablo; of course you would be invited to my little soiree." Mateo complimented the biker boss in a velvety voice that would make anyone think that you could as easily be killed the next minute. "You probably don't know, gentlemen, but, my friend Elijah, here, was my cell mate when I was wrongly incarcerated – a shame really, because I was innocent" The man shook his head; while the others around the table chuckled at his say. "Would you care for a glass of rum from my private batch, my friend?" He questioned, snapping his finger to a chest naked, long, curly brown hair, waitress who was dressed only of a black lace apron, belted around her waist.

The woman presented a golden tray to Elijah with a single glass on its top.

"You wouldn't poison me, would you, Mateo?" El Diablo questioned, winking; before grabbing the glass.

Mateo narrowed his sight on his past cellmate, before leaning his head toward the back to burst into laugh: "Ah Elijah … You're such a funny man!" He commented, shuffling the cards in his hands before sliding them around the table. "Lucky for you, I like people who are able to entertain me."

"Happy to oblige." Elijah replied, taking a rapid glance at his hand of cards. "Talking about entertainment? Aren't we missing an important player around this table?"

"Are you saying the men playing around this table are not to your level?" Giovanni (one of the most prominent player in Cuba, and in the Spanish cartel) replied.

El Diablo shrugged, grinning; before slowly sipping his glass of rum: "You know me, Giovanni, I wouldn't disrespect any of the men present at this table in such a rude way."

"As we respect you and your organization." Giovanni nodded, pulling on his Cuban cigar to let escape a few clouds of smoke.

"Who are you talking about, Elijah? Call me intrigued now." Mateo replied, throwing a few cards on the table.

"Desperaldo." He responded, unwavering; while raising his chin and noticing the men tensing beside him.

"That is because Desperaldo is not a player; he's the KING of all of our organizations." Mateo responded, toneless. "I've heard some rumors about you stealing something that belongs to him. I also heard that he's not very happy about it."

"You're calling human beings something, Mateo?" Elijah rose his sight from the cards he was holding in his hands.

Mateo shrugged, grimacing: "My friend, neither you nor I are men of God. We aren't running a church, nor reciting prayers at the Sunday services." He added, as matter of facts. "Las Putas have existed since The Christ himself was on this earth. Men of power have used sex, drugs and weapons since centuries now."

"And children?" Elijah threw to his face, with an arched eyebrow. "Wasn't it your nephew that was killed by Desperaldo' men a few months ago?"

A tick silence, with a few discreet coughs filled the air around the table that could have been easily cut by a knife.

"An unfortunate incident that shouldn't have happened, I was told my nephew was at the wrong place at the wrong time. I've discussed this matter with El escorpión; he have presented his deepest apologies to me." Mateo replied; signing a cross sign in front of his chest. "I wish for my nephew to rest in peace now."

"May Antonio rest in peace and may he be in your memory for a long time, Mateo." Giovanni expressed his sentiments in regard of his host' lost; while others added a few words of sympathies in Spanish.

"I wish your nephew to rest in peace." Elijah added; while nodding in respect. "I just wonder…If Antonio had been abducted and sold to the highest foreign bidder as a slave, would you have accepted Desperaldo's apologies as easily?"

Mateo rose his chin, narrowing his sight on El Diablo, a loud sigh escaping his parted lips: "Let's play a round of poker. I'll decide later if I am in the mood to have this kind of exchange with the men present at this table."

Elijah smirked … The seed has been planted … Soon the harvest would come!

---

Have you seen her on the dancefloor?
She got the boom, shake the room
That's the lightning and the thunder
You wanna meet her, you wanna touch her
See the light in her eyes
And it starts to make you wonder

All the sexy girls in the party
Go and grab a man
Bring him to the dancefloor
Go and let them jeans
Touch you while you dancing
It's his birthday
Give him what he ask for
Let me show you how to do it

BOOTY featuring Jennifer Lopez & Iggy Azalea

---

An hour earlier…

Lucinda Maria Del Carmen, hang her apron on a nearby hook; before turning her head while feeling a presence behind her back.

"What do you think?" Katherine questioned, nervously; standing in front of the head-maid in her escort ensemble.

The tall brunette had dressed herself of the shortest leather skirt she could find, as well as a sequin black top with a very low neckline, and a pair of four inches heels, black suede boots, that rose over her knees.

The Spanish petite woman crossed both arms in front of her chest; nodding a few times while sliding her sight on the length of the young woman: "You did well… You're are now a luxury puta."

"Well, thank you … I guess." The said female impostor winced; rolling her eyes.

"No bra, no panties." The petite woman forbid her, with a wave of a single finger. "They'll notice in a blink of an eye if they don't see your booty."

"Yeah … I figured that much." Katherine nodded. "I'm not wearing any."

"I thought they would never leave!" Caroline exclaimed, pushing the kitchen door to cross its threshold; before raising her head to stare at both women, who stood in front of her with their mouths opened. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You are barely recognizable, Caroline." Her friend responded, in shock.

"In a good or in a bad way?" The blonde bombshell questioned, frantically; sliding both of her opened palms over her black (and very short) velvety bustier dress. "For God sake you two…It's not like I've dressed like a prostitute every day of my life.. Say something!"

She was standing in a four inches pair of red sandals that did wonder for her legs. She had curled her long blonde hair on the left side, in a 1960' Marilyn Monroe look, her heavy makeup transforming her into another woman that couldn't be recognizable as her old self.

Katherine chuckled, glancing at Lucinda from the corners of her eyes; while the said maid shook her head, a large grin spreading on her lips.

"One could be standing in front of you as of now and argue your say, Señorita Caroline." Lucinda commented, shrugging.

"So my look is good then? No offense, Lucinda; but with you we never know!" Caroline commented, sighing loudly.

"It's good." The petite women nodded. "They'll drool all over your culo!"

"Thank God!" She closed her eyes, a loud sigh of relief escaping her red lips. "Not that I want them to drool all over my culo … But, you know what I mean."

"Don't forget: no bra, no panties!" The head-maid repeated her instruction, unwavering.

"What?" Caroline exclaimed, angrily; before stomping her feet on the kitchen floor. "I can't wear a bra with this dress, isn't it enough? What is it with this damn place and lack of wearing comfortable panties?" She added, angrily; closed fists placed on each side of her tensed body. "Are you wearing some?" She then questioned her friend.

Katherine had lowered her head to hide a grin: "No, I'm not. I figured that what Lucinda just told you was the ugly truth and nothing but, for those girls."

Lucinda grabbed her coat placed on a hook to dress herself with; before shaking her head in disbelief: "Dios! What are you putting yourselves into? The men present at Mateo's parties are animals! They will smell a puta from an ordinary girl, from miles of distance." The maid commented some more. "They go to Mateo's parties for dos cosas… two things: gambling and satisfying their bestial sexual fantasies."

"Gee, they are real gentleman; aren't they? It sounds like so much fun to me!" Caroline commented between clenched teeth, wrapping her arms around her shaking body.

"Stay here, Caroline; I can go alone … I'll be fine." Katherine suggested to her friend, squeezing her left forearm.

"No!" Her friend shook her head; grabbing Katherine's hands in hers. "I won't let you go there alone. We're in this together since our abduction in Mexico. We need to find a way to get information against that rat of Desperaldo!" She added, chin rose; more confidence rising inside of her. "My guts feeling is telling me that those poor abused girls know more than meets the eyes."

"I agree." The tall brunette nodded; before turning to glance at the Spanish woman.

"Que Dios esté contigo… May God be with you; then." Lucinda commented, rolling her eyes at them. "Now what will you call yourself?"

"I thought of my mother's name: Daniela." Katherine replied, smiling shyly. "It's a common female name in Bulgaria."

"It'll work. A few Bulgarian putas are always present at Mateo's nights." Lucinda agreed. "And you?"

"Crystal" Caroline confirmed the name she had chosen for herself.

"Fine. I'll drive you there. El Diablo and Vampiro will have my head on a silver platter for this!" The Spanish woman rolled her eyes on the ceiling.

"They won't know about it." Katherine waved her right hand in a dismissive gesture.

"Mujer estúpida! They'll know… They always know everything!" Lucinda objected, vehemently.

"I'll join you in the garage." Caroline told them; turning on her heels to leave the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Her friend asked.

"To get rid of my minuscule pair of panties!" The tall blonde responded; while holding her pace. "Apparently, I need to go bare!"

"No es necesario!" Lucinda waved a dismissive hand at her; before walking in front of both women to walk out of the kitchen. "You'll throw it by the window in the car!"

"This is very disturbing to me!" Caroline commented; eyes widely opened.

"I would comment," Katherine added; while shaking her head. "But for once, I wouldn't know what to say?"

---

Katherine and Caroline entered the large mansion (not to call it a castle!) by a backdoor that was located near the garden, that must (in ordinary times) be used only by the kitchen staff to enter the boxes of food and bottles of alcohol. Though, in all honesty, the purpose of that backdoor tonight was still to bring fresh food inside the mansion for the guests to enjoy, but this time around it was more in the form of female escorts!

They both glanced at each other, before lowering their heads to notice a few half-naked girls that were kneeling on the floor to throw up in buckets. Obviously, those poor souls had been forced to swallow whatever those perverts had wanted them to swallow.

Caroline bit her red bottom lip to forbid herself to cough at the sour smell of alcohol and vomit filling their air. She needed to stay focused on her role of playing a luxe prostitute!

"Stop!" A muscular, very tall, gorilla man placed a hand in front of Katherine's chest to hold her pace.

The tall brunette grabbed both of her breasts to push them upward, winking at the guard: "Какво става … Que pasa, sexy?"

"Bulgarian girl?" He arched an eyebrow, grinning. "Backup escorts?"

"Si." Katherine responded in Spanish, while using her Bulgarian accent. "We've been called here because others were sick." She added, glancing disdainfully at the girls kneeling on the floor. "Obviously, those ones don't know how to properly swallow what they have been fed."

The guard chuckled at her misplaced sexual allusion, sliding his dark glance on the length of her body with much appreciation perceived in his eyes: "I've heard Bulgarian girls are hot in bed; they do everything."

Caroline stepped back from their exchange, leaning her back on nearby wall; while chewing on her gum and looking at her nails in a very "I'm bored" way.

Katherine took a step forward, slowly sliding her opened right palm and manicured nails over his chest; before whispering in his right ear "You heard right, big guy."

"Maybe you and I, we could … you know, after your shift at the party." He suggested, grabbing her ass with his left hand. "You could grant me a discount?"

"Maybe…We'll see how the night goes." Katherine grinned; winking playfully.

"Your whore friend is not very talkative?" The large man glanced disdainfully at Caroline; who raised her chin at him.

"I'm here to fuck and make loads of money not be talkative with a wannabe guard that can't even pay the full price to get my Bulgarian friend to fuck with him." The tall blonde one responded; while strengthening her body and crossing both arms in front of her chest. "You're coming, Daniela; time is money." She added to her friend, before walking into a corridor that should lead them to where the action was.

Katherine nodded, before winking one last time at the tall gorilla man: "Talk later, sexy."

"Yeah … I'll be waiting for your firm ass to get back to me." He replied, smiling; before swirling on his heels to walk back to the backdoor.

Katherine rushed her steps into the dark corridor before bumping into Caroline who had halted her own steps to wait for her friend.

"What the fuck! You almost gave me a heart attack when you replied that shit to that jerk!" She scolded her friend in a low whisper.

"I remembered hearing that from a movie I saw … So, I improvised. Did it work?" Caroline wondered, in a murmur; nervously rubbing her hands together.

"Did it ever!" Her friend replied, smiling. "Keep doing whatever you're doing because you could have fooled me; OK?"

"OK!" The tall blonde nodded, with a shy smile; feeling reassured.

"Hello gorgeous…Que pasa?" A gay male escort with bleached hair and a tick line of eyeliner addressed them both.

Apparently, the said man had been send on scavenger hunt to learn more about who they both were (not being the usual escorts present at those kind of soiree). Now if he could only bring the both of them to his boss … That was exactly why they had taken the chance to risk their life on this quest to get more information on Desperaldo.

"We are here to do our job." Caroline replied, shrugging. "What about you?"

"Hum … And your names?" He questioned some more, avoiding to answer Caroline's question; while placing his chin over his closed right fist, before sliding his sight on the length of them.

"I'm Daniela… This is Crystal." Katherine replied, unwavering. "We've been called here last minute. Apparently a few girls weren't able to take it."

"I'm Gipsy." The guy responded, finally giving them his made-of name. "My boss wants to exchange a few words with the both of you before letting you mingle among the guests." He informed some more, grinning.

"Is she the girls' boss, as well as yours?" Katherine questioned, arms crossed over her deep neckline, chin rose.

"You could say that." He nodded, before swirling on his heels to walk up the corridor. "Come!"

Caroline nodded to her friend, a shy smile spreading on her bright red lips. This moment was exactly what they had both hoped for!

---

"Isabella!" The said Gipsy called the female name, crossing the threshold of a large room that had the appearance of a 1940' gangster's office; before letting both Katherine and Caroline enter inside. "I brought you the new girls who just appeared out of nowhere." He informed his boss.

"Leave us!" The said Isabella asked the man, toneless; before grabbing a cigarillo from a wooden box.

"Sure thing, me amor." He replied, before leaving the room as quickly as he had entered.

"You smoke?" Isabella questioned, raising her head at them; before lighting her own slim cigar.

"Yeah … But we aren't here to smoke, we are here to work." Caroline replied, unwavering.

Damn carebear! Though Katherine while glancing at her friend who appeared to play her role to the perfection.

"What are both of your names?" The tall woman questioned some more, taking her sitting position behind a desk; while slowly pushing a few clouds of smoke out of her red lips.

"I'm Daniela, she's Crystal." Katherine responded, chin rose.

"Smoking had always calm my nerves." The tall, slim, long brown hair, forty something woman shrugged; before questioning: "Who asked for you to come here tonight?"

Thank God for Lucinda, and her short briefing of important information she had considered they should know; that would as of now literally save their asses!

"Ricardo," Katherine named him. "Something about … missing girls in action."

"The girls that he mentioned are my girls; we would have managed fine without you." Isabella responded, dryly. "The ones who are doing their shifts would have … for lack of better words… done a second one to replace the one who were indisposed."

"Well, we are here so," Caroline shrugged, impatient. "Time is money, would you say?"

"You've said Daniela…Bulgarian?" The female pimp asked, sliding her sight on the length of her.

"Yeah… Why? You have something against Bulgarian girls?" Katherine questioned, with an arched eyebrow and crossed arms over her chest.

"Yes, time is indeed money; and I have something against girls who are taking our money." Isabella replied, unwavering. "This party is not a children playground. I don't know if you were used to this kind of action; but let me tell you that those men are perverted assholes who could easily bring you to the nearest hospital after fucking you for hours; and damaging your body for any other men after."

"We saw and experienced worse." Caroline commented. "Is the money good?"

"Yeah … If it wasn't I would have let them rot in hell and wouldn't mix my girls with them." Isabella responded, with a nod of her head. "I'll take 10% of your commission and you'll be able to stay."

"Deal." Katherine accepted Isabella's offer, nodding.

"There's only one man that we wouldn't approach from a mile of distance." Caroline added, as a matter of facts. "It's none negotiable."

"Name him?" Isabella narrowed her sight on the tall blonde.

"Forget about it and him, Crystal… He's not in here, I'm sure." Katherine played along with her friend' tactics.

"He killed her … He killed our friend with his machine guns. I won't ever forget about that asshole … Ever!" Caroline spat back, angrily.

Isabella shrugged, opening both of her arms as a gesture to share this mystery man's name.

"Desperaldo" Katherine finally named him; triggering a start in her interlocutor.

The pimp woman promptly rose on her legs, nervously rubbing her hands together; before reaching a service table to grab a glass to shakily pour water in it.

Fuck it! The fish had bitten the hook…Finally!

"You know the guy?" Caroline questioned; while rapidly glancing at her friend from the corners of her eyes.

"Who doesn't in here?" Isabella responded, before turning on herself to face them. "I'm sorry for your friend and your loss. I've … I've loss a few girls myself from his hands."

"Thank you." Katherine nodded. "So, if he's here, we won't stay… We'll leave."

"Wouldn't we all?" Isabella replied; gulping the rest of the water. "That man is a killer with no humanity left in his soul. I can reassure you that he is not here, and won't be here. What did he do to your friend?"

"She was abducted in Mexico. Then she was raped, beaten, and finally his men opened their guns on her." Caroline told the truth for once since they had stepped inside Isabella's borrowed office.

"Yeah. It sounds like him." Isabella nodded; her facial expression closing.

"It seems you want to take revenge on him as much as we do?" Katherine pushed their luck a little bit more.

"I would plunge a knife in his heart, turn the blade to make him suffer some more and let him bleed to death in pain." Isabella shared, between clenched teeth.

"Because he abused you to; didn't he?" Caroline suggested; under the horrified look of her friend.

"Yeah … I almost died from … from his hands. And, in many other ways I did that night." The pimp woman shared; brushing tears that were falling on her cheeks.

"You seem to be a woman with resources; isn't there any ways to kill that bastard?" Katherine questioned.

"I wish there were." Isabella replied; facing the service table once more to pour herself a large glass of rum. "I'm hoping that his next venture of trafficking human being will put him behind bars and that he'll be sentenced to being killed!"

"Next venture?" Caroline questioned, biting into her bottom lip. They were so damn close!

"Nothing. Forget about it!" Isabella waved a dismissive hand at them.

"Our protector, Vladimir, has it for him too. Sharing what you know could eventually build a social network that would put him behind bars." Katherine didn't missed a beat.

"Vladimir…Your pimp is Russian?" Isabella questioned.

"Yeah." Caroline nodded. "He's a good man. He's good with the girls he is taking care of."

"Good for you." Isabella commented; her right lost in the glass and the amber liquid she was holding in her right hand. "Share this with Vladimir. For what I've heard, Desperaldo is thinking of changing his game."

"In what way? He won't' traffic women and children from Mexico?" Katherine questioned.

"He will. But what he'll do with them afterward will be different than selling them to the highest international bidders as sex slaves." Isabella responded. "He wants to implant himself in the dark internet, building a new site like porn hub that would allow the ones who are buying a slave, being a full grown woman or a child, to have them on their screen 24hrs/7 with all sexual gratifications granted."

Caroline promptly turned on herself, raising her right hand over the mouth to forbid herself to throw up on the office floor. PERVERTED ANIMAL!

Isabella and Katherine exchanged a quick glance, before the female pimp would pour a glass of water and bring it to Caroline: "Here. I had the same reaction when I learned about it."

"In many ways that bastard will implant something worse than his previous human trafficking." Katherine came to the only conclusion.

"Yes. By doing so, he's forbidding those poor human beings of getting the slim chance to escape one day or even fall on the slim chance of getting a good bidder that would treat them with respect. Which is not something that I've seen oftentimes." Isabella responded. "Desperaldo will put them in cage, or in a close cell with a camera and they'll be forced to …" She held her say, lowering her head down; filled with emotions. "Day in, day out … Until they'll die from exhaustion; and quickly being replaced by others."

"Yeah. I get you." Katherine replied; sighing loudly. "Maybe one day we'll get that bastard and make him pay."

"You seem like good girls. Be careful tonight; try to set your sights on good ones.'' Isabella suggested, in a friendly manner.

"We'll do." Katherine nodded, as a promise; before pushing Caroline toward the exit door.

"Why Isabella?" Caroline held her steps; before unexpectedly turning on herself to face the tall woman.

What now Caroline? Katherine thought while hoping her friend wouldn't blow their cover up!

"Why would you, after being abused by this despicable man; chose to be the one who leads women to others that are not much better than him?" She questioned, directly.

Isabella slowly rose her head; an expression of fatigue and sadness plastered on her face: "Because, girls and men who will chose this kind of sex work will always do so until the end of time. I treat them with respect and better than a man would. If Vladimir treats you right, you're both very lucky!"

---

"I'm going to throw up!" Caroline lowered her head down; holding her equilibrium with her left opened palm pressed over the corridor wall.

"I hear you." Katherine rubbed her friend's back to give her courage. "But now that we got what we came here for; we need to get the hell out of here, as quickly as possible!"

"You're right." Her friend nodded, raising her teary eyes on her. "But we can't go out by the back door, or, the large guy who wants to fuck you will never let your go!"

"Yeah … I know." Katherine bit her bottom lip, nervously. "We'll enter the lions' den then; and we'll find a way to get out of this place, by the front door."

"Are you listening to yourself?" Caroline replied; shock plastered on her face. "How will we manage that impossible task?"

"We'll mingle … We'll flirt … We'll gain some time for ourselves to act properly at the right moment." Katherine suggested; nervously rubbing her hands. "Do you have a better idea?"

"No." The tall blonde shook her head. "Where do we go?"

"Well, the music will lead us where the actions and the party must be." Katherine shrugged; before grabbing her friend's right forearm to pull her out of this dark corridor.

---

Several large rooms had been set for "entertaining" the male guests, Caroline and Katherine rapidly discovered while walking through them to hopefully find a way to escape their golden cage. In a large parlor room they discovered that many of Mateo's guests were consuming joints, or simply injecting into their veins the last popular drugs. In another large room, a few men were fucking in full display a few of Isabella's girls, while others seemed to entertain themselves either by drinking, smoking cigars or playing at the pool tables, .

"Perverts!" Caroline mumbled between clenched teeth, in a low murmur; lowering her head down to hide the disgust plastered all over her face.

"Let's find a way out of here." Katherine suggested, walking through the length of a Persian rug; before they would both abruptly hold their pace, shock plastered all over their faces.

Walking in opposite side of them, in straight line of their own path, Alexandro (the bartender guy who had abducted them in Mexico) appeared to their sights, out of nowhere.

"Hide!" Caroline promptly pushed Katherine into a dark alcove, before closing her eyes and breathing deeply … . … I CAN DO THIS!

"Oh my God, Caroline!" Katherine whispered to herself, gluing her back to the wall, while keeping herself fully in the dark; before raising her right hand over her mouth to silence her moans of fear.

Oh dear God … help her remain unrecognizable to his eyes!Her friend knew that Alexandro would have recognized Katherine in a heartbeat and she had literally put herself on the line of fire to try to save her.

The tall blonde slowly turned on herself, a hand placed on her right hip in a seductive way; while her sight narrowed on the tall, black hair man.

Alexandro held his pace, while narrowing his sight on her; before letting his burning gaze slowly slide over her breasts and the length of her exposed legs in her tiny velvety black dress.

"You're quite a vision, you know that?" He complimented her, grinning.

"I've been told that many times." Caroline replied, smiling back at him: while the beats of her heart rose in fear, in high speed inside of her chest.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Alexandro questioned some more; raising his right hand to softly caress the line of her jaw.

"I'm Crystal. What is yours, sexy?" Caroline replied, seductively; while sliding her sight on the length of him.

"Unfortunately, I won't have the time to give you my name or chit-chat with you, gorgeous. I'm here on business." The Latin man replied. "Did we ever met? I have this feeling in my guts of meeting you somewhere before… One of Mateo's parties perhaps?"

"What about in your wildest dream?" Caroline suggested; winking back at him.

"It's probably that." He replied, smirking; slowly lowering his hand down her neckline to caress the curves of her breasts. "Maybe after my quick business I could buy you for the night?"

Caroline forced a smile on her red lips, a sour taste raising up her throat, and inside her mouth … The only thing she wanted to do to that man was killing him!

"She has already been bought for the night!" They heard the dry response; before turning both of their heads toward the intruder.

An expression of pure relief painted Caroline's face when she noticed that the man who had addressed himself to them, was none other than Big Joe!

"By who? You? You must be joking!" Alexandro commented, with a despicable chuckle; while lowering his sight on the length of the chubby man.

"A man's wallet is not measured by his appearance, my friend." Big Joe replied, slyly. "And no, it wasn't me per say. My boss bought her services an hour ago. He's finishing his game of pool and he'll be with her."

Alexandro growled, obviously unhappy by the news; before replying: "Your boss is lucky that I'm here for business, or I could easily buy her back from him; while paying three times her fees."

"Yeah … My boss is a lucky man." Big Joe replied, unwavering. "You can say that again."

"Maybe another time, gorgeous." The Latin man winked at Caroline; before taking large strides to reach the poker private room.

Big Joe waited for him to disappear from their sights, before grabbing Caroline's left forearm and lashing out: "What the actual fuck are you doing here? Are you alone?"

"No, she's not. I'm here too, Big Joe." Katherine replied, while coming out from the darkness of her hiding place. "Thank you for saving my ass, Caroline." She thanked her friend, while squeezing her right hand.

"Anytime" Caroline replied, smiling back at her.

"Are you both out of your damn minds?" The henchman questioned them both; grabbing his head with both hands. "You're lucky that I recognizedyou!"

"It was the only way to learn what Desperaldo was up to." Katherine replied in a low whisper.

"Mark my words that both of your asses are going to be beaten so hard by the bosses!" Big Joe warned them both. "Imagine what could have happened if I hadn't spotted Blondie here."

"We know, and we are really, really grateful for your help, Big Joe." Caroline replied; thankful; while planting a kiss on his chubby right cheek.

"You! Come with me." Katherine was unexpectedly and suddenly grabbed by her right arm, by one of Mateo's gorilla men. "We need more girls in the poker private room!"

It arrived so quickly that both Big Joe and Caroline stood speechless and helpless while seeing the tall brunette being brought against her will, and then pushed inside the same room that Alexandro had walked in.

"Oh my God, Katherine!" Caroline rose her right hand to cover her red lips and held herself silent.

"See what happens when the both of you do stupid things!" Big Joe scolded her; while pacing back and forth in nervousness. "Stay here, don't move a fucking muscle while I'm gone, Blondie… I'll go find Klaus to tell him that you're here."

"He's … He's going to be angry, right?" She questioned, biting her red bottom lip.

"Angry?" The henchman repeated, shaking his head. "Oh believe me, you'll never see him as "angry" as you will see him tonight!"

---

"El Diablo the winner!" Mateo proclaimed, throwing his losing hand of cards on the table. "You know that I don't like it much when my guests are beating me at poker." He added, signing one of his men with his right hand to bring the money to the winner.

"Then, I'll remind myself to let you win the other round." Elijah replied, smirking; his right hand playing with his golden lighter.

"Time to enjoy a Cuban cigar my friends." Mateo snapped his fingers; a tall blonde girl (only dressed of a pair of lace panties) appearing out of nowhere to present an expensive box of cigars to all the men sitting at his table.

"Tell me something, Mateo; would it now be the right time to talk about the human trafficking of children?" El Diablo pushed his luck. "While discussing the fact that Desperaldo are now selling American women to the highest foreign bidders."

"Que pasa, Mateo?" Giovanni exclaimed, in shock. "American women?"

"You're stirring a pot of shit, Elijah." Mateo warned, dryly; unwavering.

"I've been known to do that." El Diablo shrugged, unaffected by his warning.

"Tell us more, Elijah." Giovanni asked, in high interest.

"The thing Desperaldo is saying that I've stole from him are two American women who had been abducted in Mexico to be sold to the highest bidders. There were initially three of them, but one died." Elijah started explaining to the male guests; before reprising his say after lighting his cigar. "The bidding took place on my territory, one day, in the middle of the night; which was a clear sign of war and disrespect from his part. The Skulls organization has always been clear on one thing: we are against any kind of human trafficking being Mexican women and children, and other kind. And now, he has upscale his market with American women."

"I hear you." Giovanni replied, nodding. "You've always been clear on that fact. We have always been tolerant of Desperaldo's trafficking organization, but what you're telling us about American women is quite disturbing to our ears." He added, as the spokesperson of the outlaw men sitting at the table.

"But … Do we want to raise our voices against Desperaldo?" Mateo rose his own on the subject. "Who's sitting on this table will do that?"

All the men present lowered their heads and sights down… Loud sighs escaping their parted lips.

"I would raise my voice." Elijah proclaimed, high and loud. "Siding with El escorpión in this particular matter will tarnish your organizations and your own names."

"Elijah is not entirely wrong." Giovanni agreed with a single nod.

"If it was only the trafficking of American Women." Mateo the truth slip his lips; nervously smoking his cigar.

"What are you implying, Mateo?" El Diablo inquired, his sight narrowed on the man …. The fish had finally bitten the hook! "Do you know more about Desperaldo' future operations?"

"I'm quite confident that you wouldn't share such private information about my boss' organization. Would you, Mateo?" A tall, muscular, dark hair, bright blue eyes man questioned, reaching the table to grab the back of a chair, rapidly glancing at all the men sitting at the table; before halting his sight on the Skulls' head man.

Well, this was about to get very interesting! Elijah thought to himself while staring at the individual who had abducted both Katherine and Caroline in Mexico.

"Alexandro!" Mateo exclaimed, with a false sense of enthusiasm perceived in his voice. "Welcome to my humble abode! Give my regards to your boss and rest assure that I wouldn't share such private information about El escorpión. We have an agreement, don't we?"

"Certain agreements can be destroy under betrayal." Alexandro replied, tilting his head. "Would you agree, El Diablo?"

"Like the agreement of not trafficking women and children under my territory? Yeah … I would agree." Elijah replied, sliding his dark glance over the tall man. "Tell me something… Has Desperaldo transformed into a coward that he needs to send his valet to exchange with me?"

A few muffled chuckles spread around the table, while the outlaw men kept their heads down to hide their amusement and not meet the angry gaze of the tall said valet.

An evil grin spread on Alexandro's face, before he would reply: "Far less dramatic than your own imply of his coward actions. Rest assure, El Diablo, that my boss wouldn't simply lower his high standard to meet you here. Perhaps we could arrange a meeting between you and him at your mansion? For what I could gather you have something of his that he wants to get back."

"How dare you disrespect my home this way, Alexandro?" Mateo exclaimed; raising on his legs, while bulging his chest.

"Or… perhaps not." Elijah replied, dryly. "I don't have the habit to let rats, such as your boss, enter my home; furthermore, who sells human beings for a living." He added, perniciously. "As for giving back what he proclaims being his; I wouldn't touch what has been his from a mile of distance."

"Maybe it wasn't him who touched it." Alexandro implied, smirking. "Maybe it was me."

Elijah lost his confidence for a split second; closed fists resting on the table, a vein jumping in his right cheek…Son of a bitch! Implying that he had touched a single hair on Katherine's head, even if it was a lie, was like promising him that he would sooner than later!

In the meantime of their tense exchange, a few female escorts had been pushed inside the poker room for the men to make their claims and pick the puta that would satisfy their sexual needs later in the evening.

When Elijah rapidly and evasively brushed his sight on the group of women, a tall brunette suddenly retained his attention. He whitened in shock, holding his breath and almost losing his legendary restrain by pushing his chair on the floor…. Katherine Piece! What the fuck was she doing in Mateo's?

---

Fuck … Fuck … Fuck!

She was now in deep shit! For the time space of a single minute, Katherine had blessed in her heart God and all the saints in heaven for pushing Alexandro at a distance and not finding her behind the wall, as well as not recognizing Caroline. Not even thirty seconds later, she was grabbed and pushed inside the poker room when not only this asshole had walked inside a few minutes ago, but El Diablo was also sitting at a table!

She could have hidden her silhouette behind the other women, if needed be, but Elijah's dark and piercing glance had rapidly met hers; and now he knew that she was here!

And … Fuck… Fuck… Fuck … He did not look happy at all about it!

"Grab a tray and offer glasses to the men sitting at the tables!" One of the gorilla men ordered her to do.

She nodded, lowering her hair and head down; while grabbing a tray and placing some glasses on its top. Now, all she needed to do is avoid that particular table at all costs!

"I couldn't care less what you have touched or not touched, that belongs to your boss; as long as it doesn't belong to me, nor my brother's." Elijah finally responded; glancing from the corners of his eyes at Katherine who was serving drinks to men at a few tables of distance from his. "But mark my words, and deliver this message to El escorpión: what is "mine" will remain "mine", Alex-an-dro." He threatened, openly. "If you take it; you'll die for it."

"Now leave my house!" Mateo repeated, snapping his fingers at two of his gorilla men who appeared by his side. "You have disrespected me in front of my male guests, Alexandro."

"My deepest apologies for my disrespect, Mateo. Nevertheless, it was never my intention to stay; I was merely here to deliver a message." Alexandro made a courteous reverence, before glancing back at Elijah. "El Diablo…Give my regards to your brother, as well as the lovely Katherine Pierce and Caroline Forbes; tell them that I'm counting the days until we'll meet again." Desperaldo's right arm man added, perniciously; before swirling on the heels of his boots to leave the premises.

Elijah's breathing picked up; his chest raising up and down over his exchange with Alexandro. He rapidly glanced in direction of Katherine; noticing she had whitened in fear over their exchange.

"Interested by a girl who had just walked inside this room, El Diablo?" Giovanni questioned; noticing the exchange of intense glances between the two.

"I could be." El Diablo responded (reprising his sitting position); toneless.

"Gentlemen, let's play another round of poker to calm my nerves." Mateo suggested, dryly; while shuffling the cards in his hands.

"I don't remember you ever purchasing the services of a whore? Except for paying the life fees of the youngest, to grant them a second chance." Giovanni commented, grinning. "Maybe the brunette you are staring at is very special?"

"She probably is." Elijah replied, shortly; pulling on the collar of his shirt to help him breathe.

"There is no "taboo" in here, El Diablo." Giovanni whispered to him. "Furthermore, she seems to want you as equally as you want her. The sexual desire is showing in her eyes. She's been staring at you, none stop."

"You're right, for once…why deny myself of such pleasure?" The leader of the Skulls agreed; slowly raising on his legs (once again) to greet their host and the entire table. "Mateo, it was a pleasure, as always: thank you for the invite," He wished, with a small reverence. "But, at the moment my head is set on another pleasure than a game of poker."

"Your head or your dick, El Diablo?" Mateo replied, chuckling; while triggering the laughter around the entire table.

"Take your pick." Elijah replied, grinning; before rapidly swirling on his heels to lose his smile and take rapid strides to reach Katherine's standing position at a nearby table.

---

Bahía Azul
A&X
(El roce de los cuerpos al ritmo 'e la música)
Taboo (Calor)
Lambada Brasilia (Pasión)
No llores por él (No llores por él)

[Estribillo]
Llorando se fue la que un día me hizo llorar
Llorando se fue la que un día me hizo llorar
Llorando estará recordando el amor
Que un día no supo cuidar (My lova')
Llorando estará recordando el amor
Que un día no supo cuidar

TABOO featuring Don Omar

---

"What's your name?" Elijah questioned the drop-dead gorgeous brunette, in a higher tone.

Katherine nervously lowered the empty tray down, before raising her head and sight on the man who was about to save her life for the second time in the time space of a few weeks.

"Daniela" She responded; with a strong Bulgarian accent.

"Daniela … I like it." El Diablo responded, nodding; before grabbing her chin to gently slide the tip of his thumb on her bottom lip, while burying his sight in hers. "I want your ass with mine on the dance floor."

"Yes Sir." She agreed with a polite nod.

"No…Not Sir… Master." He ordered, with a crooked smile and evil grin spreading on his full lips.

Fuck him! He wanted not only to save her, but also to get his revenge on her…ass!

"Yes…Master." She rectified, between clenched teeth; before he could grab her right hand and drag her through the poker room (under the muffled chuckles of the men sitting at Mateo's table) to reach the dancing floor.

---

"Elijah, please?" She whispered, while trying to keep up with his rapid steps as well as his bad temper of the moment.

"Don't call me that in here, if you want to make it alive…Daniela." He replied, dryly; before halting his steps at a near foot of the dance floor.

Not missing a beat (a Latin tempo blasting through the loudspeakers) he furiously got rid of his sparkling blazer to throw it on the floor a few seconds later; only to grab her hand once again to bring them both on the dance floor (where nothing romantic was happening with the couples making out in full display); before bringing her in full contact with his hard chest, his hands raising her short skirt to grab her naked ass.

"Oh!" She let the exclamation of shock and surprise escape her parted lips. "I … I know you're pissed at me but could you just …"

"Could I what?" He growled, unhappy. "Save your ass? Why don't I grab it instead?" He added, sliding his right knee between her legs to rub her privates; while forcing her to follow his Salsa move.

"I know I acted … thoughtlessly." She begged for his forgiveness, tears filling her eyes. "But…"

"But what?" He spat back, in a whisper. "Play your role, Daniela, and you might make it out of here." He added, before unexpectedly crashing his lips on hers.

---

"Boss!" Big Joe called the name, approaching the pool table out of breaths; while jumping from one foot to the other.

"Where were you?" Vampiro questioned, evasively; lowering his upper body on the table to strategically place his stick to hit the black ball.

"I need to talk to you, it's …" The henchman whispered, before coughing and inhaling air inside his lungs." It's urgent!"

Klaus turned his head to stare at his right arm man; noticing the urgency of his words plastered all over his face.

"Gentlemen!" Klaus smiled and rose his body into a standing position; addressing his say to the Cartel men who had joined his pool game. "More urgent matters have come up, please excuse-me." He added, grabbing his glass left on the corner of the table to step at a few feet of distance from being heard. "What is it…Does Elijah need me? Desperaldo is here?"

"No … And, kind of…" His right arm man responded, nervously rubbing his hands together.

"For fuck sake, Big Joe; I'm not in the mood to play game here!" Klaus snapped back, gulping his entire glass. "Talk!"

"For what I know the big boss doesn't need your help, and … Desperaldo is not here, but his right arm man, Alexandro, arrived about thirty minutes ago." Big Joe informed him.

"Very interesting!" Klaus grinned, perniciously; tasting the strong taste of alcohol on his tongue. "That rat of El escorpión sent his valet to do his dirty work for him."

"Yap, it seems that way … And, hum…" Big Joe coughed, blushing deep red; hands now placed on each side of his waist. "We've also encountered a tiny other problem."

Klaus arched an eyebrow: "What kind of tiny problem?"

"Well…Hum… I had to buy you a trespassing puta for the night." The henchman told his boss, closing an eye; before adding: "You just need to promise me to not kill her nor me!"

"Big Joe," Klaus sighed loudly; rolling his eyes to the ceiling. "I wouldn't kill either of you. We've all tried to save them; I won't scold you for taking pity on one of the girls. I'll pay her off for the night and she'll get the chance to leave for once."

"Yeah… Except it won't be that easy for you to do. She's the blonde standing in the opposite side of us, wearing the tiny bitsy velvety black dress, her back glued to the wall, near the alcove. Just remember you've said that you wouldn't kill her!"

"What did you meant by: trespassing puta?" Vampiro questioned, raising his sight to the said breath taking, sexy woman standing in the penumbra; stunned and in shock the next second his brain put two and two together and discovered that the girl who was staring back at him was none other than...Caroline! "What the fuck is she doing here?"

"You promised! Now breathe in…and out, again, in …and out." Big Joe reminded him; while trying to calm his bad temper down. "Now, please don't let the adrenalina in your brain take over."

"I'm going to kill her!" Klaus spat back; taking rapid strides to reach the other side of the large room.

"Yeah … That's what I thought!" Big Joe nodded; helpless.

---

Me gusta cuando sexy te me pegas

Tu seducción a la hora de bailar

Ese fuego que tienen tus caderas

A cualquier hombre pone a delirar

Es que tu cuerpo

Es pura adrenalina que por dentro me atrapa

Me tiene al borde de la locura

(x2)

Sube la adrenalina

(x4)

Okey, hay una sensación rara en tu cuerpo

Siente' que pierdes el control

Duro

ADRENALINA featuring Wisin, Jennifer Lopez, Ricky Martin

---

Caroline held her breath and whitened, her shaken body glued to the wall, eyes widely opened at his savior' rapid approach toward her. Klaus seemed furious, his face closed off to all facial expressions if not for a single one…. The one of him being royally pissed at her!

Vampiro suddenly held his pace, all of his senses in the look-out of a danger; before turning his head to the right to notice the return of Alexandro in the room, luckily retained by a man who had grabbed his arm to exchange with him.

Fuck… Fuck… Fuck … Granted it wasn't a word that Caroline thought of or was using very oftentimes; but Desperaldo' right hand man was like a cockroach that wouldn't leave!

Klaus restarted his rapid walk, finally reaching her, only to forcefully grab both of her wrists to push her body and her hands on the wall, above her head; before lowering his muscular body on hers.

"What …what are you doing?" She questioned his intention, in a low whisper; the beats of her heart picking up inside her chest.

"What's your name, puta?" He asked, dryly.

"I … My name… my name is Crystal." She stammered nervously.

Fuck! She had never saw Klaus in such a bestial temperament; and to be truthful it was rapidly stirring a fire of desire inside her core!

"My henchman bought you to fuck with me the entire night; didn't he, Crystal?" Klaus asked, in a higher tone; narrowing his dark glance at her.

"I … Yes." She nodded; understanding by instinct that he was trying to save her damn ass, by proclaiming that she was his.

"Then, let me fuck you!" He spat back; before crashing his hard lips on her parted ones.

A loud moan of surprise escaped her throat the minute his demanding lips captured hers, the strong smell of the leather he was wearing, the musk smell of his after shave, and strong taste of rum invading her five senses and her blood stream like hot lava. She heard him growl, feeling his right leg and knee forcefully parting her legs; before his right hand could slide between her thighs to grant his fingers the chance to caress her bare and (now) wet folds.

This was necessary to keep her safe, to play their roles, to play the cartel and prostitutes game …. And also, a damn insane – hot as hell - sexual experience!

She couldn't' care less if Alexandro and the entire room was looking at them making out; because for once … for this single time, she could be someone else than Caroline Forbes! She was Crytal, the luxury female escort, and she could drop the walls of pretenses and let herself be sexual with Klaus!

He released his pressure on her wrists, granting her the chance to lower her hands down his neck, to bury her fingers in his indiscipline short curly hair; while his tongue interlaced with hers, in noisy, deep, and wet French kisses. He detached his lips from her bruised ones; raising them up her jaw to bit her right ear lobe to whisper: "Play along…Love."

Playing? She wasn't playing at all … She was this close of fucking this biker man in full display!

His hand reached for the zipper of her velvety dress, lowering it down in one pull, over her cry of surprise; before pushing the bustier down to free her perky breasts.

"Fuck me, you're so beautiful!" He commented, truthfully (and for once, for they ears only); his sight lowering down on her pink, and very exposed breasts, while both of his thumbs gently stroke her hard nipples.

Caroline's eyelids slowly closed, her head leaning toward the wall; while granting him her silence approval to continue his sexual exploration of her body.

She felt his lips slide down her neckline, following the delicious curves of her breasts. He suddenly kneeled in front of her exposed body, raising the velvety fabric of her short dress up her waist, before gently biting the tender skin of her stomach, lowering his lips further down.

"Oh!" She whimpered, grabbing two hands full of his hair when his mouth reached the most private part of her body, his head buried between her thighs; his lips and tongue sucking on her wetness like a man lost in the desert!

Alexandro stopped at a few feet of distance of their interlaced bodies, an evil smile spreading over his face when he realized that the puta he had exchanged a few words with earlier and El Diablo's brother were going at it, in the penumbra of an alcove: "Never pictured you for the whore type, Vampiro? Especially with the two beauties that you are hiding and have stolen from my boss' hands."

Klaus slowly rose back on his legs, slowly wiping his glistening lips (from Caroline's wetness) off with the back of his right hand, before ordering her: "Cover yourself, sweetheart… I don't like to share what is mine!"

Caroline managed to pull her dress back over her bare chest, turning her head to the left to hide her face in the darkness of the alcove; while praying all the saints in heaven that their stratagem of full sexual display would work.

"Look at that! Mateo has allowed rats such as yourself to enter his humble abode!" Klaus insulted the man, smirking. "What was it? Desperaldo was having a manicure tonight so he couldn't be present?"

"You do realize that all the putas are here for us to fuck them? Not to make them come with oral sex." Alexandro replied, as pernicious as his interlocutor. "But then again, with the scar crossing your cheek, disfiguring you, and without paying that beauty… I'm sure she wouldn't want to be fucked by you!"

"You see," Klaus replied, taking a step forward to poke the man's chest. "That's the difference between you and me… Alexandro: I think, she actually would … because your dick would still be too small to satisfy her."

"Back the hell off from me, Vampiro!" The Latin man replied; with a loud growl. "Or things could get ugly."

"Really? Ugly? Like … trafficking women and children ugly … Or did your boss upscale his game?" Klaus questioned, grinning; while tilting his head.

"You weren't too bother by that fact a minute ago, when your face was eating that whore pussy?" Antonio replied, shrugging. "There is a demand for putas, we provide a service for the men who wants them. It's called: capitalism."

"Nope. It's called pleasuring a woman. You should try it sometimes." Klaus shrugged, himself; crossing both arms over his bulged chest. "Though, I don't believe you could do it. The only way you're able to jerk off is to stare at yourself in the mirror."

"Fuck you, Vampiro!" Alexandro replied, angrily; closed fists placed on each side of his tensed body.

"Nah …I'm not into men. I prefer to enjoy sex with this lovely creature." Klaus replied, winking.

"Mark my words: the day … And that day will come sooner than you think; that I'll get my hands on both Katherine Pierce and Caroline Forbes. I'll fuck them so hard, and for so long, that they'll bleed to death!" He mumbled his threat, between clenched teeth.

"Maybe reading Kama Sutra would help you improve your sexual knowledge?" Klaus suggested to piss him off more.

"And you can keep your puta, I wouldn't touch her after you put your mouth all over her body!" Alexandro added, before turning on his heels to rapidly walk to reach the exit of the mansion.

Caroline slowly stepped away from her hiding position in the alcove, arms wrapped around her shaking body; before staring at Klaus who slowly turned his head to meet her gaze.

"I want you in my bed…we're leaving!" He simply informed her, dryly; expressionless.

---

After he had kissed her this way, all eyes of perverted outlaw men (present at Mateo's little soiree) had been on El Diablo and his gorgeous brunette whore on the dance floor. Now, if he wanted to get Katherine alive from this hell hole, he needed to act as if he was buying her services for the night. If not, after their little sexual display, she would be fucked by all the animals present here with her consent or not!

Elijah grabbed Katherine's waist to push her at arm length, leaning forward to grab his tuxedo vest that he had dropped on the floor, to pull a clipped ward of cashes from its inside pocket.

"How much to fuck you all night, sweetheart?" He questioned, in a rose tone of voice to attract the attention on them. "I hope you do everything, and I mean everything." He added, under the muffled chuckle of a few men.

Katherine whitened over the insult received, closed fists placed on each side of her barely clothed body. She understood, all too well, the reason of him acting this disrespectful toward her. But, the fact that he wanted to protect her from all these men, did not made it easier for her to hear his say and swallow it!

"Seven thousands!" She spat back; while raising her chin and crossing both of her arms in front of her chest.

Though she knew how mad at her he was…at least (and though she would give the money back to him) she wouldn't go down without taking her revenge on him!

El Diablo whistled, while shaking his head: "You think your vagina is made of gold?" He commented, raising the right side of his lips into a smirk.

"Apparently so," She shrugged, snobbishly. "With your dig that seem to be, we'll be a good match!"

Burst of laughter and some exclamations were heard among the men on the dance floor, as well as those sitting around with glasses of rum in their hands and an escort on their laps.

"You've just disrespected me in front of all these gentlemen; therefore, it'll be three thousands, not a penny more!" He replied, throwing the money at her feet. "And with a dirty mouth such as yours; you'll suck me hard, and then…I'll start by taking you by behind and I won't be gentle!"

Fuck! Katherine knew that this entire scene was all for show but … She couldn't help her body to react at his very explicit sexual imply and dirty talk; her core setting a fire in her entire bloodstream!

Now she had to bend forward to pick all the bills on the floor, and by doing so showing her private parts to those jerks. Fuck you Elijah!

"Hurry your ass, we're leaving!" He ordered, dryly; closed fists placed on each side of his waist, in a powerful standing position.

Asshole…She would show him how it was done! Katherine squat down, slowly strengthening her long right leg (dressed of the over the knee four inches heels pair of boots) in front of her; while grabbing the bills to insert them in her deep cleavage, noticing the vein jumping inside his left cheek… Apparently, not only his teeth were clenching hard…Another part of his anatomy must be as well!

"That's enough woman!" He warned, forcefully grabbing her right wrist to raise her up; before dragging her through the dance floor and the corridor leading to the exit of the mansion.

They rapidly stepped outside, Katherine having trouble to follow his rapid strides down the concrete steps.

"Elijah, could you … Could you just slow down; I can barely walk straight in these boots!" She asked for his indulgence.

"Not my fucking problem, Katerina Petrova," He spat back, angrily; now grabbing her hand to pull even harder, his steps going down in a rapider speed. "You should have thought of that before deciding to become a prostitute for the night!"

"Please, Elijah …listen to me … You perfectly know why Caroline and I did this!" She begged of him to reconsider; while praying all saints in heaven to not fall head first on the concrete. "It was the only way to learn…"

"Caroline is here?" Elijah exclaimed, in utter shock.

"Hum…Yes … But, don't worry, Big Joe recognized her." She tried to lower the blow of his fury.

"Oh sweetheart … It's you who should worry for your friend; if you think I'm acting angrily and irrationally, Klaus is going to beat your friend' ass so hard that she won't be able to walk tomorrow!" He snapped back at her, releasing the grip on her hand, the moment his feet reached the red carpet, only to pace back and forth in front of her; his hand brushing repeatedly his tangle dark hair. "You are both brainless – crazy women, who didn't think for two seconds of what could have been the repercussions of your actions!" He added, pointing a finger at his temple.

A valet appeared out of nowhere, nodding in respect; before the head of the Skulls organization could order in a dry tone: "Tell the chauffeur to bring the limousine here, ASAP!"

"Yes, sir." The young man nodded, before disappearing from their sights as rapidly as he had appeared.

OK! The man was pissed alright … The only thing missing from his temper tantrum was some smoke coming out of his ears; Katherine thought to herself, while wrapping her arms around her shaking body.

The air outside was now crisp and cold and she couldn't help her teeth to chatter: "I'm so cold, could you…Could you, please, land me your blazer?"

"No!" He threw back at her; unwavering. "Freeze to death for all I care, Katherine! That will teach you a lesson to not dress with your breasts in display and your ass in the air!"

"Fine, Elijah!" She spat back, between clenched teeth; before wrapping her arms around her shivering body. "Be that way!"

He continued to furiously pace back and forth for a minute or so, being interrupted when the limousine would finally parked in front of them.

The chauffeur nodded politely at her, opening the back door for her to step inside; which she was mostly grateful considering how cold she truly was. She took her sitting position before raising her head to see Elijah slide his left leg inside, before taking his own sitting position on the opposite leather seat from her; while opening the first button of his jacket.

The passenger door of the limousine was finally closed, leaving them both in a penumbra and a tense atmosphere in the small space. Elijah pulled a golden lighter from the pocket of his blazer, before opening and closing it repeatedly; while driving Katherine insane.

"Please….If you…If you could grant me five minutes to explain and … and tell you what Caroline and I were able to get as information on Desperaldo…" She stammered, nervously; while trying to make her point heard by him.

Elijah shook his head, clicking his tongue at her say. "Why don't I tell you instead that what you both did tonight was the most selfish, disrespectful and unsafe thing you could have done; while my entire organization as well as my brother and I are trying to save your damn asses from that maniac?"

"I know … You … You both have been wonderful." Katherine agreed, biting her bottom lip. "But…"

"There isn't a fucking "but", Katherine!" El Diablo snapped back at her. "You know shit about how dangerous the cartel world truly is! These men could have easily rapped you in full display." He added, dryly. "That is without mentioning the single fact that Desperaldo' right arm man came to deliver a clear message to back the hell off from their trafficking organization and give both you and Caroline back to his boss!"

"I know." She lowered her head, shamefully. "Alexandro… He's the one who abducted us in Mexico. Caroline … Caroline decoyed him, pushing his attention away from me; while I was hiding behind a wall." She confessed; while rapidly glancing in his direction.

If she wasn't already dead … Now, after this admission, she would be!

"I could strangle you with my bare hands right now!" Elijah shook his head; pinching the bridge of his nose. "How in hell did Caroline manage to do that, he must have recognized her?"

"No," She shook her head. "She was really unrecognizable, and … Big Joe claimed her as being bought for the night for his boss."

"For fuck sake, Katherine!" He swore between his clenched teeth. "Do you realize how close you both came of being abducted for a second time?"

She nodded at his say; raising her right hand to wipe tears from her cheeks.

Elijah glanced in her direction, suddenly noticing the strong tremors hitting her entire body. He growled, pissed at himself way more than at her, for letting his rage took over his gentlemanly manners toward a woman. He undressed himself of his jacket before gently handing it to her: "I'm still royally pissed at you...but…Wrap yourself in this."

"Thank…thank you." She grabbed it, thankful of his sudden (and regained) kindness.

"Sir?" They heard the chauffeur ask, after lowering down the black screen between him and the back of the limousine.

"Drive us to my mansion." Elijah ordered, toneless.

"Very well, Sir." The chauffeur replied, raising the screen up.

Katherine' head turned toward the smoky window the mere second she spotted Klaus and Caroline up the concrete stairs of the large mansion. She closed her eyes, leaning her stressed upper body on the comfortable leather seat, a sigh of relief escaping her parted lips. Her friend was safe! And though Klaus look one hundred times angrier and way more pissed than Elijah was at her, at least she knew that she would be safe with him.

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Klaus had grabbed Caroline's right hand, forcefully dragging her behind him to cross the large room; before finally stepping outside the large mansion.

"Klaus … Please, I can barely walk in those high heels shoes; therefore I can't ran in them!" She asked for his indulgence; the moment he started descending the concrete stairs.

"I give a flying fuck about your shoes…Crystal!" He called her by her prostitute name, perniciously; while keeping his rapid pace through his descent. "You are dressing the part, no? Then, play the part!"

"Fine … Be that unkind asshole, then!" She spat back, channeling all her strength to pull her hand away from his grip. "And stop calling me that name!"

Klaus growled, loudly; realizing that his female protégé had managed to free herself from his grip and had halted her steps. He slowly turned on himself to face her, re-climbing a few steps to reach her standing position: "Crystal, the luxurious puta …isn't it what you wanted to be called and be for the night?"

"You're mean to me!" She lashed out back at his face.

"Am I? Maybe playing that role was the only way for you to be close to me?" He shrugged; before attacking her more: "Did you liked it when my head was buried between your legs, Crystal?"

"I wasn't playing a role at that moment; but you can believe what you want." She gave him the honest truth; between her clenched teeth. "I know that you're pissed at me, but … Please, give me time to explain." She begged him, once more.

"Pissed? Oh Caroline… I'm passed the point of being "pissed" at you!" He spat back, furiously. "I am raging so damn much over your stupidity that I have no idea how to control it!"

"Klaus, please listen to me." She asked for his indulgence; placing both of her hands in a prayer gesture." Katherine and I, we … we thought that we could meet with the girl' pimp and learn more about Desperaldo."

"Katherine is here? Where is she?" Klaus exclaimed, in utter shock; while grabbing his head with both hands.

"She… She was pushed inside the gambling room where both Alex… Alexandro and your brother must have been. I'm… I'm sure, Elijah spotted her and she must… she must be safe with him now." She stammered, nervously; through her explanation.

"Did you both lose your freaking damn minds?" He lashed out, furiously. "Did you hear what that rat would do to the both of you if he was putting his hands back on you?"

"Yes" She nodded, a sobbing sound escaping her parted lips; and tears filling her eyes.

"Fuck it! He would kill the both of you after he and Desperaldo would fuck you both for hours!" He gave her the honest truth. "Elijah and I, we have tried to save your asses for weeks now, and you do this? Do you know how many of sick perverted men were present tonight? You could have been raped by any of them!"

"I know …. I'm sorry. Please stop." She demanded, wiping the tears that were now fluently running down her cheeks, with the back of her right hand.

"Calm the fuck down, Klaus … calm the fuck down!" He tried to release his anger by pacing back and forth on the concrete stair below hers.

"I'm so sorry." She repeated. "I don't know what we thought… We wanted to help you both,that is all. We learned important stuff when we talked to Isabella."

"Isabella? It was our next stop on our list of things to do to talk to Isabella, Caroline." Klaus replied, dryly. "You think we don't' know the cartel better than you?"

"We didn't know that." She shook her head; wrapping her arms around her cold and shaken body.

Klaus rose his head to the night sky, inhaling the crisp air inside his lungs; before catching a glimpse of Big Joe descending the stairs.

"Katherine is safe with Elijah. He texted me. They're heading to the mansion." He gave his boss and Caroline the info.

"Glad he saved her ass." Klaus commented, sighing loudly.

"How are you sweetheart?" The henchman asked, kindly; while gently grabbing her left forearm.

"I'm … I'm OK." She replied; her raccoon eyes glancing at the chubby man.

"Klaus… Let me take Caroline back home. She's crying, and also cold." Big Joe suggested to his boss.

"No!" Klaus replied, unwavering; while reprising his steps down the concrete stairs. "Go back to the mansion, and take the cortege of our boys with you."

"No? But … but, how will I go back to the mansion?" Caroline asked, dumbfounded.

"Your ass on my bike!" He replied, slyly.

"Klaus … She'll freeze to death!" Big Joe tried to reason with him; while helping Caroline to descend the stairs.

"I couldn't care less! That ride should teach her a lesson!" He replied to his right arm man; snapping his finger at the valet to bring his bike back to him.

"I tried, Blondie." Big Joe whispered to her, with a shy smile. "And I swear on my honor," He did a cross sign over his chest. "That I did not glance once at what was going on between you and Klaus…in that room." He added, blushing; slightly.

"Thank you, Big Joe." Caroline nodded, tears still rolling down her cheeks and neck.

The henchman nodded; before moving away from their standing positions, in direction of the car he had driven himself to the party.

The valet brought Klaus's bike back to his owner, handing the keys to him; before he would order Caroline: "Ride the passenger seat; we're driving back to the mansion."

"How … how do you want me to ride your bike?" She asked, uncomfortable; while wiping the tears away and lowering her tone down. "I don't … I don't have any underwear."

"Yeah … I notice that fact when my lips were all over your pussy; Caroline." He replied, toneless; while straddling his own bike. "Not my problem is it, love? Frankly, I couldn't' care less if your lady parts are exposed, considering that you did not either to start with."

She hated him … She hated him with a passion at the present moment! But she was strong, resilient and stubborn … And she would show him!

She approached his bike, furiously grabbing the helmet from his hands; before straddling his bike and encircling his muscular body with her arms…there!

She couldn't care less if she froze to death either!

He let a dry chuckle escape his parted lips; before starting the engine of his powerful motorcycle.

Damn…. He was mad as hell at her! But, he needed to admit that …Caroline Forbes had guts!

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The end … For now ;)

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My dear readers,

I hope you have appreciated the first chapter of this two parts "Amor Amor Amor" updates. I will put this story on hiatus for a few weeks, until reprising my writing in fall. I am battling health issues at the moment related to pushing myself too hard (like many of you have) during the fifteen first months of this pandemic, and I want to get back to my top self, and that means: mentally, physically and spiritually.

Also, I am in an unhappy place, work related, and in full-time search for a new job.

I hope you'll understand and be ready at some point during fall to reprise this story alongside with me; that is (in my honest opinion) approaching the half of its length (chapters count).

Wishing you a perfect end of summer … Please, keep yourself and family safe.

Remember that what makes us, writers, happy is your appreciation of our stories.

Lovely Vero.