Melanie Martinez - Teacher's Pet

Slamming the silver Mercedes Sedan shut, Luci sauntered towards the beige colour mansion with a dark terracotta roof. Her hands clicked against the stone path. She lifted the cap off her head, handling her belongings the stone faced butler at the door.

The interior was still how she remembered it; wooden flooring covered by circular red carpets, stone walls, priceless paintings and vases. Cream coloured sofas and matching pillows, blush brass coffee table and French doors leading to the terrace.

All in all, Luci basked in the familiarity of being home. Her home with Cristian.

She climbed the stairs towards his office, passing maids who lowered their heads in respect. Luci smiled delectably - this was definitely home. A place where people knew the power she held.

As she got closer to the office, she hard creaking, rough moans and sharp breaths. The sounds erupting a fury rage within her.

Not again! She thought bitterly as she threw open the door.

A curly blonde headed girl leaning her Cristian's grey marble desk; the contents swiped to the floor as he fucked her from behind. His head was thrown back as he jerked in and out of her, over and over.

"Cristian!" She screamed when neither of them seem to notice her standing in the office.

When he glanced her way, his black hooded eyes merely held on her own as he roughly thrusted into the blonde pulling loud moans from her. This was what he enjoyed - people watching him fuck. He was not concerned that she was there.

Unlike years ago, when she would have ran out with teary eyes and a broken heart. But, this brand new Luci stood her ground. Arms crossed, face twisted with rage, she watched him.

Cristian grinned widely, his little shadow was no longer afraid. Long, thick fingers woven into the blonde's hair, he tugged her head back and sank his teeth into her neck. His eyes never left Luci's.

He came, shuddering with a throaty grunt. He pulled out of the girl, his cock limped and sleek with her juice. Slapping her ass lightly with a smirk, he tore off the condom and trashed it.

Taking a moment to gather himself, Cristian pulled up his grey slacks and sauntered, with open arms, to Luci.

"Bebé!" He smiled, leaning forward to kiss her cheeks lightly. However, it didn't ease her distasteful scowl. "You know she means nothing." He murmured entwining their fingers. "It was only a good fuck."

"It's all that you've been doing when I was away." She spat in annoyance.

"Did you expect me to remind celibate?" He questioned, "especially with my reputation."

For the last 4 years since she was ripped from him against her wishes, Luci heard all about his playboy reputation. She watched him on TV dangling another beautiful jewel from his arms; all as equally beautiful as the last one.

Each time a new gossip about his relationship appeared on TV, it tore out her heart. In love, head over heels, beautiful girlfriend; words and phrases that plagued her mind, day and night. All she could think about was that it should've been her at those parties and galas, in glamorous dresses and million dollar diamonds.

It should've been her.

Luci searched his face; his square jaw, tall nose, thick pink lips and hooded eyes under dark straight brows. His black hair combed back and forehead glistening with sweat from his little work out mere moments ago.

This handsome Adonis of man was hers.

She glanced passed his shoulders and landed on the blonde girl sliding back into her green floral dress. The resemblance to Rory was apparent from a distant but, the closer she got the less of Rory she saw.

The blonde hair was dye unnaturally, the curls losing its bounce and the green contacts were too green for it to be real.

In her peripheral vision, she spotted a pair of scissors atop of Cristian's desk - fallen from his pen pot - and picked it up. The silver metal cold against her palm.

"Luciana!"

Grabbing the blonde girl by the scalp, she pulled back her head and slide the sharp blade of the scissors against her throat. Blood bursted from the wound, spilling over marble table, light wooden floor and it's square brown rug. The moment she released the blonde girl, she dropped floor, completely lifeless.

Cristian pushed her aside, his eyes widening at the pool of blood forming on his floor. As a mafia man, the red sight didn't faze him, it was a normal occurrence and he often took part in the blood spilling. His concerned laid with the dead girl; she made him a lot of money.

"She was my favourite toy." He snapped, spinning and grabbing Luci by the throat. "And, she was my best selling girl!"

She was shoved against the wall with beastly force that shook the paintings hanging from it. Years ago she would have been afraid of his anger but now, her body grow hot and her thighs clenched together as wetness gathered between them.

Smiling sweetly Luci threw her head back, exposing more of her neck for him and arching her back. She pushed her body forward so that it was flushed against his.

Lust swam in his black pools. She was sexy when she was a confident, challenging and calculating. More so than her wall flower days. A prideful grin light up his features - this was the woman he created and he was proud of what she became.

"I love you." He snarled in her ear.

His teeth clamped down her lope and tugged at it, groaning as his cock pushed against its resistance. Cristian ground against her and she released a shaky breath.

"This what you do to me." He groaned.

Grinning, Luci darted her hands down his pants and squeezed. Her nails scraped the hair line above his cock and his balls. She cupped them and massaged sacks, earning herself a please sigh.

"You're mine." She whispered in his ear, holding his balls firmly in her hands. Cristian stilled when she clutched him with some force. He meet her brown eyes - they were threatening, reminding him of her brother.

"Only I get to touch what is mine." She warned.

"Show me." He teased mischievously.

Luci considered for a moment, she shook her head and decided against it for now because, they had a lot of work to do. She released him and he let go of her throat. Taking her hand, they exited it the blood stained office and opted for a peaceful lunch on the terrace.

The green scenery and clear river was beautiful. The last time she was here, it was what she loved the most. She loved the winter mornings where the fog covered the area, blanketing them in their own little world.

"Did you find who you needed to find in Italy?" He asked her, sipping on his cappuccino.

"Yes, he will be very useful to us." She informed. "He will bring her to us and she'll trust us absolutely."

"What about Sebastian?"

"What about him?"

"How are you going to get him onto our side?" Cristian was curious. The bastard was loyal to Gideon hence, won't do anything to betray his friends.

He rolled his eyes reminiscing the days when Sebastian used to follow Gideon around like his second shadow. Like, he didn't have his own mind to think for himself.

"He won't be on our side." She sighed, "he's too loyal to him which means he will die along with Gideon."

"Gabriela and your mother?"

"They're never in the country long enough to know what's going on." She said as a plate of crème brûlée was slide in front of her.

Cristian eyed her. She looked so innocent with her big eyes, wide lips and her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She didn't look like killer, especially when she enjoyed the dessert with gusto.

"What's your next move, Bebé?" He questioned, eager to know what she had planned.

"I'm going to Cartagena." She informed him. "To Gideon's biggest weakness."

~*~

Cielo sipped from her juice box while enthralled by the naughty pigs and annoying rabbits on TV - a children's programme she was currently in to. And, like a little kid, Rory, was too engrossed with the show, a juice box in hand and Azul resting her on lap.

Their return to Medellín was delayed, for reasons undisclosed to her. However, it didn't take a genius to know it was related to Cristian Herrera. Each time Rory attempted to bring up the topic Gideon's mood almost immediately turned foul. Hence, she stopped trying. It was impossible to get anywhere with him.

Instead, she turned to the search engine on her phone and trusty Google translator. With what she could grasped, the situation in the south had worsen with bombings and arson becoming frequent. Gun and knife violence increased by percentages and no one seemed to know why the gangs were fighting.

"Señora Torres." Jairo - her new bodyguard - clearing his throat to gain her attention.

Rory looked up at him, standing by the entrance of the living room, donned in his usual black combat trousers, boots and a tight figure hugging shirt. Lanky, tanned and dark haired. She gotten used to his lurking presences. Ever since Gideon had introduced, he never left her side or was usual within ear shot if there was any sound of distressed.

"Luis has arranged for your trip to Cartagena, you may leave when your wish." He informed respectfully.

She jerked to her feet in eagerness; green eyes beaming with happiness. Rory intended to leave immediately thus, she raced upstairs to the bedroom, her feet thundering against the floorboards - almost shaking the mansion. No doubt everyone heard.

In the midst of her moment of madness, Cielo appeared by the door in her frilly princess dress clutching her toy teddy to her chest. Her small twisting into a tearful pout that caused her to drop everything she was doing.

"Lolo," Rory said softly, "What's wrong?"

"Why are you leaving?"

And, her heart squeezed tightly like it wanted to tear itself apart when she saw the frighten and defeated look on Cielo's face. Remaindering her this little girl will have no one once she left for her trip. Luci has going missing; there has been no word from her for days. She must be missing her mother very much.

Tiptoeing to her, Rory knelt to Cielo's level and pulling her into a gentle embraced.

"I'm just going to visit a friend." She explained while brushing the hair behind her little ear. "I won't be gone long."

Cielo's dark eyes darted to pass her and Rory followed her gaze. She was staring at Azul who must've followed her up. She was curled atop of Rory's suitcase, wagging her tail. She was coming too, that's what her actions were saying.

And, Rory intended to take her. Azul was her cat at the end of the day. Though, seeing the unhappy expression painted on Cielo's dainty features; an idea came to mind.

"Why don't you look after her for me while I'm gone?"

For a moment she pondered then nodded slowly. A small smile tugging on her lips. While Rory packed for her trip, Cielo sat cross legged on the bed with Azul beside her, keeping her company.

"What's going on here?" Gideon's stoic voice cracking the peaceful silence which caused Cielo to jumped and Azul to run for the window.

Just by the sound of his voice, the atmosphere flipped in the opposite of peace and tranquility. It was tensed and intimidating.

"I'm packing." She told him, slightly nervous about his reaction.

"Right, you're leaving for Cartagena." He gritted through clenched teeth.

Rory observed him with weariness. Hands tightening and loosening while he inhale, in and out, sharply. Every muscle in his body quaked, rocking his skin with barely controlled rage. He can't intimidate her; not when her threatens still lingered among them.

He couldn't lose her, she was his everything yet as he scanned the mess of clothes on their bedroom floor along with the suitcases, he felt like she was slipping through his fingers. He was losing her regardless.

Catching the mistrust in his dark eyes, Rory stood and strode to him.

"I'm coming back." She promised with a cute tilt of her head. The little action erupting the heart pounding emotions in his chest.

Those orbs drank in every feature of her; arched brows, captivating emerald eyes and her button nose above those pouty lips. Her jawline where he loved to leave kisses, her throat he felt the vibrations of her moans with his palms and her body that he loved to hold in his slumber.

How was he supposed to live without her?

As if sensing his discomfort, Rory placed her palm flat against his chest where she felt his heart beat unsteadily. He looked at her like he was in pain, clutching her hand on his chest desperately like if she let go, he'd come undone.

Rory pursed her lips, "I got to go." She said, "Jairo is waiting for me downstairs."

Gathering her bags, she paused to pet Azul and kissed Cielo's forehead before exiting her room. Gideon trailed behind her in silence. His heavy footsteps creating against the floor was the only proof that he had followed her.

Before she could make it down the stairs, he gripped her forearm and Rory expected the worst. Was he going to drag her back to the bedroom by the hair? And tied her to the bedpost so she'd never leave. She braced herself for the pain and the sting of having her hopes up then have it crushed in an instant. That will hurt more than Gideon could ever hurt her.

However, instead of his fists and furies he buried his head against her shoulder blades and trembled.

"Please don't leave me." He pleaded, voice small and fragile like a lost child.

His frail demeanour caught her off guard, causing the tension in her muscles to gradually soften when she realised he had no desire to stop her. Or, inflict pain. Gideon wound his arms around her firmly, holding on to her afraid that she'd slip away - away from his presences, his protection; away from him.

Rory gently shrugged him off. Cupping his face, she rubbed her thumb back and forth against his cheek and stubble.

"I love you." He murmured, turning to kiss his palm. "Please come back to me."

What choice did she have?

She was pathetic and weak, and perhaps very gullible - all attributes which she was aware of. Some may even say she was stupid to an extent which she agreed.

But, not stupid enough to know turn a blind eye to the difference in their power dynamic. Rory was aware that no matter how far she ran and hid, even in the deepest, darkest parts of the earth, she won't escape Gideon.

Because, wherever she went he'd follow. He didn't need to utter those word for her to know. She'd come back either willingly or kicking and screaming. And, Rory was tried of the fighting, the tears and the pain.

"I should go." She said, dropping her hands to the side.

Gideon reached for her discarded bags and led her down the stairs and through the courtyard. The securities took them off him and loaded them into the back of the car. He gave Jairo a warning glance; look after my wife.

As Rory climbed into the backseat of the SUV, Gideon tugged her against his chest and stole a smearing hot kiss. He tasted all that she could offer, exploring every inch of her mouth like he never before.

Eventually, she squirmed in his hold, beating his chest in desperate need of some oxygen. Gideon released her slowly and the more space created between them the harder it was for him to stay calm.

She entered the backseat quickly with heated cheeks and swollen lips. Once Rory fastened herself inside, she turned to her husband who had a look of betrayal and hurt marring his gorgeous face.

"I'll see you soon." She promised. "We will meet in Medellín?"

He nodded, "In Medellín."

Closing her door, he watched the SUV roll towards the opened gates. Every muscle in his body screamed, demanding that he chase after her and it took all the willpower for him to fight the urge.

Instead, Gideon stood rooted in his spot, his eyes never leaving the spot where the SUV disappeared. He hoped she'd comeback but after several minutes of staring, fixated on the path, but his hopes were crushed. She was turning around and coming back to him.

Eventually, the front gate closed, locking him in his one cage. A loneliness filled the empty void in his heart. He liked it better when he felt nothing, when it didn't beat and where merely existed to keep him alive.

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