Chapter 96. Cousin Against Cousin Part 1 (BIG BOOTY BITCHES)

Miami, Florida

Through the early morning, the sun had risen through the sky, bringing daylight before the city. The light was visible beyond the curtains hanging over the windows, casting it's rays into the room of the Fontainebleau hotel. Carlos was upstairs, just getting out of the shower as a special woman remained naked with her body spread over the white bed sheets. Downstairs, his cousin Ramón had been awake for a few hours. He had spent the night at his brother's hotel, appropriately nicknamed 'the fortress' due to all the security that Carlos had on the floor. Last night had been Carlos' birthday and Ramón was still processing the thought of what birthday present had been given to his brother. There was much to talk about with the woman, as Ramón was eager to learn just how and why she would slip her way into their grasp. She now belonged to a small collection of women that was Carlos' little harem of loyal whores.

The lifestyle Carlos and Ramón had embraced had become one of fantasy. Carlos had becoming something of a drug kingpin and he planned to keep it that way. The dream had started with the idea of becoming rich off a few deals but had slowly morphed into something of a conquest. Carlos no longer cared or feared the other underworld figures of the city. Murdering Tito Munoz was to send a message across town. Gone were the days of looking up to the older drug barons of a previous era. There was a new generation hungry to take the center stage of the city's drug world. Carlos was hungry and ambitious to take over Miami, already thinking of the possibilities now that he had split solo from Legba's organization and had went into business with himself. No one was going to stand in his way. With his brother at his side, Carlos had the utmost confidence in himself.

Across the room downstairs, Carlos had not done much housekeeping when he was home. In the kitchen, he kept his tools for testing the purity of cocaine right on the table out in the open for all eyes to see. A black Ithaca 37 shotgun was propped up against the bar, sitting next to two AK-47 assault rifles and a few black boxes of bullets. Sitting among the boxes was a MAC-10 sub-machine gun without the clip. In the living room, two trays were placed over the coffee table with utensils of razor blades and metal straws. It wasn't uncommon for Carlos to have guests who dabbled in a habit of powdering their noses. Whenever he needed the hotel room cleaned, Carlos made his whores do the work of housekeeping rather than call for room service. Through all afternoon hours, he usually had his hired henchmen coming and going from down the hall. The room had been nicknamed 'the fortress' due to how accessible his bodyguards and hired thugs were on the same floor.

Besides the bodyguards, Carlos had taken in a handful of women whom stayed in his hotel room or visited often. He liked to refer to them as his 'loyal whores'. The first one he had picked up was a blonde haired and blue eyed girl named Nancy. She had previously began a career as a hooker in the streets of South Beach, working her way up to become a middle level escort. Carlos took a liking to Nancy based on her big tits. They were fake, but he didn't care as long as they were nice and large. Nancy made herself useful any time he needed to get his rocks off. The second girl stood tall with black hair and muscular curves. Jocelyn fancied herself as something of the 'Kim Kardashian of Miami' as she tried her absolute best to mimic her idol. Unlike the other woman she slept beside, Jocelyn had met Carlos through an unusual circumstance. She had been previously been dating another man until Carlos stole her away by flashing his wallet and promising her a place at his side once he had made it to the top of the city's underworld. The two girls were in something of a competition to be his right hand woman and future wife, but now they had a true heavyweight to deal with.

Vida Guerra was the latest addition to Carlos' small harem of whores. She knew exactly what she was doing as she had so willingly offered herself up to the man. Pay back was to come in some form or another, as she wanted nothing more than to make Steven feel the same painful humiliation he had inflicted upon her back in Las Vegas. She was not a woman to forget things and she knew just how to shove a dagger right back at him after what he had done to her. Vida was well aware of the bad blood between Steven and his cousin Carlos. With all intentions, she had plans to help Carlos rub it in. In passing, she had heard of Carlos' rise in swirling rumors. Once she had learned that he was building a harem of girls, she had made her move and willingly put herself up as his birthday present. Vida wasn't worried about any other women. She knew they wouldn't be able to compete with her, especially after last night when she had handled both Carlos and his brother Ramón at the same time. Unlike the other girls, she didn't care about becoming his wife. Vida knew that Carlos would be more than happy to bring her along to rub her presence in Steven's face.

In the living room, Ramón sat around on the couch. He thought about last night's events, going over the fact he had finally experienced his dream fantasy by fucking Vida. All those years she had been dating Steven, Ramón had lusted over the Cuban model famous for her giant ass. It all seemed so strange that Vida would go from someone like Steven all the way to his brother Carlos. There had to be a reason for all of this and Ramón had all intentions of finding out why. He had to leave and go back to his own condo for a shower and a change of clothes, but not until he had spoken with Carlos and hopefully Vida too. All he wore was a shirt and his pair of underwear from the previous night before all three of them had become completely naked. While he sat there pondering his own thoughts, a phone began to ring across the room. As Ramón got up and moved across the room, Carlos had come racing down the stairs in nothing more than a black tied robe over his body. He grabbed the phone, quickly answering it.

"Yeah?"

Upstairs, Vida had climbed out of bed and washed her face in the bathroom. She could hear Carlos' voice. A few minutes had passed before Carlos hung up his cellphone and spoke back to Ramón.

"Great, that was Salazar calling. He wants to set up another meeting tomorrow."

Ramón looked back at his brother with a surprised look over his face. They had previously met with Miguel Salazar last night back at the yacht for Carlos' little birthday party. From the distance, a shadowy figure could be seen from the staircase, but Ramón paid it no attention as he answered his brother back.

"I guess he liked what he seen of us last night."

"Yep! He's ready to do business. This time we're going to negotiate the trade and talk all the heavy details."

"Did he say where he wants to meet?"

"No, he left that choice to us. He said he don't want any bodyguards and it must be a public place. I guess he wants to keep things casual."

"I guess we could meet him at a club or something."

"Yeah, I was thinking of that. There's a-"

"Why not tell him to meet you at Disco Fever?"

The voice that called out over both of them was none other than Vida standing on the staircase. Carlos turned to look at the caramel skinned the goddess. She stood in nothing but a black thong and bra, almost as if she were posing on the staircase to tease them. A smug grin ran across her puffy lips. Smirking back at her, Carlos wanted to tell her to shut it, but he restrained himself. He usually never allowed his whores to get involved with his decision making, as he was quick to slap them in the face and tell them to shut up, but this was different. There was a reason Vida was suggesting them to schedule the meeting at the very same club they used to work security before they moved on to a different life. After thinking to himself, Carlos replied back, subtly taunting Vida about her relationship with Steven.

"Disco Fever, eh? That's real funny. You got someone there you wanna meet?"

She smirked back at him and nodded.

"Yeah, why not? You know who runs that club and you can walk in there and show him who's the new boss in town."

Vida's reply had sent chills down Ramón's skin. Through the years he had been aware of her rocky on and off again relationship with Steven, but now he realized just why she had come to Carlos. She knew of the bad blood between the two of them and with a reply like that, everything was beginning to make sense now. She had her own card to play in this and was pushing to influence Carlos.

"So that's why you think I should schedule a meeting there? Just so I can tell Steven to go fuck himself?"

Carlos wasn't amused with his words answering her back. Vida stepped down from the staircase, walking over to him. She stood face to face, running her hand over his chest and feeling the texture of the silk black robe. Their eyes met. She wasn't intimidated by him whatsoever as she answered him back.

"Yeah, you should. After what he's done to you, I don't see why you shouldn't want a little revenge."

With her right hand, Vida ran it over Carlos' face. She touched the scar over the left side of Carlos' forehead, gently caressing it as she starred back into his eyes and spoke once more in a seductive voice.

"After the pain he's caused you, I think you deserve a moment to kick back at him. I'm with you now, that's another thing to rub in his face..."

She smirked, flashing her perfect white teeth before carrying on with her words.

"Unless you're scared of him."

Vida's words instantly enraged Carlos, striking a nerve. She knew exactly what she was doing by speaking to him in such a low tone and then using her final words. It was a risk she took, as she didn't have the slightest fear in her. He gritted his teeth, instantly using both of his hands to snatch her up by the hair hard. Vida didn't flinch or cry out. Ramón stood there watching, as he knew his brother was about to 'put a bitch down in her place' as he referred to it in words. Carlos glared back into Vida's eyes as he responded in a stern voice while holding her hair tightly.

"You listen to me right now, bitch. I ain't scared of anybody on the face of this fucking planet. No one strikes fear in me. Not you, not Steven, NO ONE!"

"Then prove it! Go schedule your meeting at Steven's club and rub it in his fucking face!"

Carlos was shocked that Vida would yell back at him like this. Any time he snatched up Jocelyn or Nancy up like this, they would scream in fear. If a woman yelled back at him like this, his instant reaction was to rear his hand back and slap them across the face, but he didn't with Vida. As badly as he wanted to slap her in the mouth, he couldn't force himself to do it. He listened to her words and took them into consideration. When Carlos loosened his grip and let go of her hair, Vida continued to encourage him with her words.

"You owe this to yourself, honey. After what he did to you, you deserve to get back at him some how. I'll go with you and you can rub it in his face that I've left him for a better man. You're the boss now and you ain't gonna take no fucking shit from him, ain't that right baby?"

A smile appeared over Carlos' face as Vida had spoke. His mind had been made up now. All this time, he had forgotten Steven's existence until now. Before replying in words, Carlos used both of his hands to cup Vida's face and then leaned in to kiss her hard on the lips. When their lips pulled apart, he moved his hands from her face and then turned to his brother who looked horrified at watching this scene unfold.

"It's settled, we'll have the meeting at Disco Fever."

He turned back to Vida and pointed to her.

"But you aren't going with me. You're staying here and you're gonna learn your place if you're serious about being one of my whores. I expect you to do what you're told and don't ask any questions."

Vida raised her eyebrow, surprised that Carlos didn't want to bring her along with him. She didn't argue back though, simply nodded to him and smiled.

"Yes, if that's what you wish honey, I'll stay here."

"Good, then it's settled. I'll call Salazar back in a few hours and tell him to meet us there tomorrow afternoon. Vida baby, I'm gonna give you a couple hundred dollars to go shopping. I want you to go get some new lingerie sets and underwear. If you're gonna be one of my whores, then you're gonna fucking dress like one at all times. I want you to buy nothing but bras, g-strings and high heels, you understand?"

"Yes, basically stripper clothes is what I'm buying."

"While you're at it, make sure whatever heels you buy look like something a stripper would wear on stage. I like the ones that show off the toes. The sluttier, the better."

After hearing all of the exchange between them, Ramón didn't know what to think. He swallowed his breath as Vida stepped right past him, his brother's eyes glancing down to watch her phat ass cheeks bouncing back and forth between the little thong between them. It all made sense to him now why Vida would give herself up to Carlos like this. Ramón realized this was some kind of revenge game to her, as she was getting back at Steven over something. Despite his brother's hatred towards the man, Carlos did not share any feelings of animosity towards their older cousin. Steven had been nothing but good to him over the years. He helped him get jobs and had even split his earnings of a drug deal when Steven had to get rid of a kilo of cocaine from the car accident with Carlos some years ago. He had fond memories with his cousin Steven, going back to events that he would forever remember. This meeting tomorrow wasn't going to end well and he knew it. Ramón took in a deep breath as he silently asked himself: what should I do?

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Outside a gas station Downtown, a metallic blue Cadillac sat parked near the front. A man was visible in the passenger's seat wearing a light blue double breasted suit jacket with matching pants. Sean waited in the car, meanwhile Steven was in the gas station paying for two bottled sodas. After paying with a few dollar bills, he grabbed the plastic bag and headed out the front door. Over his body, he wore his usual white blazer jacket over a purple shirt and matching white pants. Once he stepped out of the store, he reached in his pocket for his cellphone while walking back to the driver's side door of the car. He opened it, climbing in as he tossed the bag over to Sean. After shutting the door, Steven concentrated on his phone while Sean let out a sigh in shock.

"You're calling her again?"

"No, I'm texting her."

This had become a common habit through out the day for Steven ever since he walked through the front doors of Disco Fever. After last night's hectic events, he had come to the brutal realization of what his actions had led him to. There was the problem with his son, but more than anything Steven had just realized that his relationship with Jennifer Lopez was now lost in the midst of his rage last night. He was heart broken, spending every few minutes either trying to call her cellphone or texting. Sean had watched and counted up to four times Steven had either tried to call or sent her a text message while they were in the car. They were out on lunch break during the afternoon and soon had to get back to the club. Once Steven had sent the text message apologizing to her again, he went on and cranked the car back up. Once he had pulled away from the gas station and moved back on the roads, Sean spoke to him again.

"Hey man, you gotta chill out. I've been sitting here counting how many times you either try to call or text her."

"I don't care. I've gotta talk to her about this."

"The more you push a woman, the more unhappy she's gonna be with you. Give her some space and let her cool down."

Steven sighed back at Sean, moving the steering wheel as he took a turn in the road. He swallowed his breath, not knowing how to reply back to his friend. He had been over the moon in love with Jennifer and now he was left destroyed over their sudden end to what he hoped could've been a long term relationship. It was over and the pain he felt was too much to bear. He didn't even want to think about the fact he had purposely betrayed Vida just to get with Jennifer.

"I fucked it all up last night. It's all my fault and she tried to stop me. I don't know why I can't just stop and think when I'm mad. She tried to get me to calm down and I wouldn't let her. I was so fucking mad, you just don't know. I would've burned that club to the ground if I had the chance."

"That's not your fault, Steven. After what your son did, I don't know how you went to sleep last night."

"I didn't go to sleep when I went home last night. I just sat down and thought about it for hours until the sun came up."

Shaking his head, Steven continued driving as he spoke once more.

"I failed that boy, Sean. Losing a woman like Jennifer hurts, but nothing compares to knowing that you're a failure of a parent. It's all my fault, I should've raised him better. I screwed up somewhere down the line and he turned out to be a fucking punk."

"What are you gonna do about that old man he put in the hospital?"

"I'm planning on visiting the man myself and apologizing to him and his family. I'm gonna write them a check today and pay for his medical bills out of my own pocket. It's the least I can do. I would bring Jacob with me since he's the one that should be apologizing, but I don't think he wants to be around me again after last night."

Silence fell in the car after Steven's spoken words. Sean didn't know what to say back to him that would be appropriate, since he had never been in a difficult position like this. All Steven could feel was pain and regret for last night's events. Despite his efforts to apologize to Jennifer in multiple text messages, her silence in no replies was enough to tell him that there was nothing he could do to salvage their relationship. It was over so fast, all due to his brass reactions and unhinged anger. Beyond the heart breaking sorrow he felt over losing her, the incident with Jacob was taking it's toll. All Steven could think about with him was those words Jacob had yelled back at him last night. It made him realize there wasn't an easy fix to this anymore. There was much truth in Jacob's words about him being a neglectful father towards him. All those words that Jacob had yelled back at him had become engraved in Steven's mind. Perhaps it was true, he should've stayed with his mom back in Texas.

It had been years since Steven had last spoken to his ex-wife Tara. Among all the pain that he felt as a failure of a parent, there was also the despair of failing as a husband. He had married Tara out of high school after she became pregnant when they both were only eighteen years old. As teen parents, they had much responsibity burdened on them at such a young age. Tara had done her best to raise Jacob while Steven had went through desperate measures to make easy money. His father before him had a habit of dealing with the drug business beyond the walls of the night clubs the Diaz name was later associated with. It was that lifestyle which Steven had embraced in his young years. Tara had put up with all of it. Beyond his habits of cheating on her with multiple women, Steven would leave for long periods of time and come home without explaining any details for why he had suddenly disappeared on her with a child at home. Once Jacob was fifteen years of age, Steven and Tara divorced. She moved to Texas after Steven signed over custody allowing her to raise Jacob. The failure of marriage had now become the failure of raising their son and Steven knew it was all his fault. All that was left was for Steven to accent this as a fact and try his best to make the future better.

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4 HOURS LATER

Carlos had closed some business back at the hotel, dealing with phone calls and seeing his bodyguards down the hall. Ramón had left early, returning back to his own condo and leaving his brother all alone to handle things himself. Carlos called back Miguel Salazar, informing him that he wanted to meet in Disco Fever of all places. Once he had closed his business dealings, it was time to kick back and relax in complete privacy. Nancy had called to see Carlos as she soon arrived by the time Vida had come home from shopping. The blonde haired former hooker wasn't amused to know he had taken on another woman as a whore. She had enough competition to deal with from Jocelyn but now there was Vida who already had made her presence clear by walking around his hotel suite in nothing but a white g-string, lace bra and plastic stiletto high heels. Vida's clothes left a stark contrast to the little silver one piece dress that Nancy had arrived in. Nancy never thought she'd feel more uneasy from another woman besides Jocelyn, but she already felt that she was in Vida's shadow.

To make up for her nervous tensions, Nancy wasted no time making use to the little tray of cocaine that Carlos had sitting out on the coffee table. She used a round shaped mirror to spread out the powdery white substance into five little lines. Carlos had turned on some music from a stereo in the room before he ordered Vida to 'work your booty like it was made for'. The music was synth driven dance music. Nancy was quick to learn of the other woman's giant phat rump. Vida had climbed on the couch, sitting on her knees as she pushed her ass out and began to grind her hips in a rotation to twerk. While Vida was putting on a show of twerking that big ass, Nancy used the razor blade to chop up and draw four lines through what once was a pile of cocaine over the mirror. She glanced back at her own reflection while tapping the razor blade through the lines to make sure the lines were proper and straight. Once she was finally prepared, Nancy dropped the razor blade and picked up the small metal straw piece. She shoved it down towards one of the lines before lowering her nose to it and inhaling the powder up her nostril.

The high rush of the substance hit her hard after the snort. Nancy leaned her head up and took a deep breath. Carlos always hooked her up with the real deal when it came to cocaine. She didn't have to bother fooling around with any cut product like she had previously done before meeting him. As she felt the numbing chill rush through her skin, Nancy pushed the straw down towards another line and proceeded to snort the next one. She felt her mind finally coming to an ease as Nancy soon believed she could relax alongside the other woman in the room. While Vida was busy shaking her ass and Nancy was snorting coke, Carlos stood over the coffee table glaring down at his blonde whore. He was still wearing the black robes from earlier in the afternoon, only now they had been untied and he was ready to have some lustful fun. After Nancy had snorted a third line of the pure cocaine, she looked up and giggled as she saw Carlos' face. He didn't appear to be amused with her, but feeling the numbing drug in her system, Nancy was relaxed.

"Hey Carlos baby, you wanna take a hit?"

He shook his head at her.

"No. I never get high on my own supply, you should know that."

Vida bit down on her lower lip back on the couch, just to avoid herself from laughing at his exchange with the other girl. She continued to grind her hips, working her ass in a perfect sync following the bass of the music.

"I wanna have some fun with you, so I hope you ain't too high to suck me off, Nancy."

After Carlos had spoken, Vida took her chance to say something aloud.

"If she can't do it, I'd love to suck on that big fucking dick."

Suddenly, Nancy screamed in frustration.

"No, not her! I wanna suck on it!"

Carlos couldn't help but laugh at Nancy's sudden reaction to the other woman's words. He liked to see a bit of competition between his whores. Vida being here was just enough to motivate Nancy to try and outdo her now that she had some cocaine in her system. Before Carlos could even order her to take off her clothes, she had already loosened the shoulder straps of her dress and began to peel it off. Underneath the little dress, Nancy had on a black push up bra to show off her surgically enhanced double DD breasts. Down below, she had on a black matching thong and silver high heels. Vida was still busy working her hips to twerk her ass while Nancy crawled on the floor to approach Carlos. He dropped the robe, revealing his naked body and semi-hard rod waiting for some attention from the woman. He took a few steps back, standing near the couch so he could watch Vida's ass bounce around while Nancy made her way to him.

While still pumping her ass back and grinding it into the air, Vida turned her head to look over her left shoulder. She watched Nancy finally reach her way towards Carlos. The blonde haired girl wrapped her left hand around his cock and began to stroke it up and down. Vida concentrated on twerking her giant booty, knowing that Carlos' eyes were still locked watching her impressive ass cheeks bounce around and clap together. Nancy pushed her red lips around the head of his cock and began to suck on it after moving her hand down to the base. She could feel the numbness from the cocaine still moving through her face and neck as she worked her lips up and down. Sucking sounds were heard under the music still blaring from the stereo. 'Mmmmm', Nancy's voice could be heard moaning as she looked up into Carlos' face while slobbering all over his dick. He didn't shift his eyes away from Vida's bouncing booty until he had enough of Nancy's efforts. Reaching down with his hands, Carlos snatched Nancy by her golden hair, pulling his cock free from her mouth. He then reared back his right hand and slapped her hard across the face.

SMACK!

Nancy cried out in pain as the slap sent her to the floor on her right shoulder. Though her face was numb from the cocaine, she could feel the stinging pain from Carlos' hand.

"You stupid bitch! I told you to give me a blow job, not sit there and slobber on it like some fucking dumb crack whore! You sucked that yeyo up your nose and now you can't work that mouth like it was made for."

Vida came to a halt from grinding her ass. She licked her lips and began to climb off the couch, her heels hitting the floor with a loud boom. She spoke up to Carlos as she faced him.

"Let me do it. You know I can suck that cock better than this little slut."

He glanced over at Vida, nodding before he ordered her.

"Get down on your fucking knees then."

Not wasting any time whatsoever, Vida got down on her knees just as Carlos had instructed her to do. She pushed her right hand around the base of his cock and then quickly shoved it between her puffy lips. Her lips worked up and down, taking inch after inch of his swollen rod into her mouth. Vida wanted to demonstrate her skills in front of the other girl, so she slammed his cock hard to the back of her throat, deep-throating every inch of it and without choking or gagging. Carlos let out an audible moan.

"Fuck...That's it...You see this, Nancy? This is how you should be sucking dick, not just gagging on it like the lazy bitch you are. Vida knows how to really work her whore mouth. Maybe you should keep watching in hopes that you actually learn something."

Nancy rubbed her face with her hand. A red mark had already formed over her left cheek from Carlos slapping her. This had not been the first time he had slapped her. Carlos could leave his hand print across both her cheeks if he wanted to, as he had a habit of taking his anger out on the poor girl. She stuck with his abuse just for the sake of believing one day she could become his wife. Anything was worth becoming rich in the future to live like a queen, even if she had to tolerate a man like him. Now she was forced to sit there and endure watching Vida do a better job at sucking his cock. Carlos eventually put his hands into Vida's long black hair, holding her in place as he began to buck his hips forward and face-fuck her.

"GWAK-GWAK-GWAH-GWAK!"

Apart from all the various slobbering and gagging noises Vida's mouth produced, she didn't choke on his cock. Nancy sighed as she realized at this very moment there was no way she was going to be able to compete with this other woman. Vida was not like Jocelyn where she felt that she had a chance to push her aside and become Carlos' wife in the future. She didn't even know who this woman was but she could see why Carlos valued Vida over herself.

"Ohhhh, fuck yeah!!"

He cried out before pulling Vida's hair to force her head up and his cock to flop free from her loving lips. A loud pop sound could be heard as Vida's mouth became a gaping hole. A few strings of saliva dripped from her lower lip falling down to her breasts. Carlos grabbed Vida's hair with both hands, pulling her up from her knees as he ordered her in his stern voice again.

"Drop the g-string and turn around for me."

She let out a soft moan before using her hands to quickly shove her g-string down. Vida's mighty ass sucked up the tiny string, as her full ass was visible regardless of wearing it. As she turned around to him, Vida pushed her ass out and rubbed it up against Carlos' crotch. She could feel his hard cock poking over her right cheek. Carlos moved his left hand to grab at Vida's right wrist before he ordered her again.

"Spread your fucking legs. Spread 'em out."

As Vida began to spread her legs out for him, Carlos raised his right hand and sent it down over the right cheek of her ass with a hard swat.

SPANK!

Nancy's eyes became enlarged when she watched Vida's ass cheek bounce and wobble around from his hard spank. She had witnessed women with large rumps during her life, but nothing compared to this supreme titanic-size ass. Vida licked her lips when she felt his long shaft pushing through the crack of her ass. She closed her eyes, calling out to him.

"Yeah, you know you want that big fucking ass! Go on and fuck it! Fuck my ass hard, Carlos!"

He reared his hand back once again and smacked her ass hard while taking the first hard thrust into her ass. Vida moaned, feeling his rod push into her back door hole. Carlos then moved his hands to grip at Vida's wrists. She stood there, pushing her hands to hold her phat ass cheeks back so he could properly ram her ass with his hard shaft. The sound of his rod pumping into her was soon heard loudly with his balls smacking against her cheeks. Smack. Smack. Smack. Their bodies created a solid rhythmic noise as Vida's breasts bounced up and down with each thrust Carlos sent into her mighty ass. While he was busy fucking Vida's ass, Nancy was still on the floor sitting on her knees. The blonde girl felt left out as she had to endure witnessing the woman whom was replacing her as Carlos' main squeeze. She had to watch Carlos fuck Vida right in front of her eyes.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh yeah! Fuck my ass, yeah! I'm your whore! Fuck that ass, you own it!!"

As Vida yelled, her hair had swayed into her face, almost blocking her view. She kept her hands holding her ass cheeks back as Carlos continued to pound his big dick into her from behind. While Nancy was sitting on her knees in front of Vida, she pondered the thought of inviting herself into this fun by pleasuring the other woman. Though she was disgusted to know Vida was replacing her, Nancy couldn't reject the wet feeling she had developed from her clit below. She had become horny in heat, eager to get involved and make this lustful act into one for three. Crawling towards Vida, Nancy ran her hands up the other woman's legs and then called out to her.

"I wanna eat your pussy out, can I?"

Letting out a sharp moan, Vida opened her eyes while her boobs flopped up and down. She glanced down at Nancy and then dug her right hand fingers down into the girl's hair, shoving her face between her thighs before answering her back.

"YES, LICK ME YOU NASTY LITTLE WHORE!!"

When Carlos heard Vida scream to Nancy, he reared his right hand back to slap her ass while still thrusting into her.

SPANK!

Vida cried out in pleasure as she felt Carlos' hand striking down over her right ass cheek once more. When she felt Nancy's tongue slipping into her pussy, Vida moved her hand back to pull her ass cheeks apart once more. She felt the grip of Carlos' hands over her wrists tightening as he slammed his cock into her phat ass over and over. Carlos groaned as he called out to her.

"This is the best fucking ass I've ever had! Nothing will ever come close to this one!"

"OHHHHH YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT! MY ASS IS THE BEST!! THE BEST IN THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!! FUCK MY ASS, FUCK IT HARDER!!"

With her eyes closed, Vida moaned as she could feel Carlos' dick pounding into her ass from behind while Nancy was thrusting her tongue in and out of her juicy cunt. This was the experience of double pleasure and Vida was loving every lasting second of it. She heard Carlos grunting from behind her as he didn't stop himself, still thrusting away as he pounded his fat cock into her giant, thick ass.

"OHHHH GOD, YEAH! FUCK!! OHHHHHH, FUCK MY ASS!!"

By now Nancy had begun twisting and twirling her tongue into Vida's pussy, hungrily eating her like a loving whore. Vida couldn't take much more of it while her breasts were bouncing up and down she was feeling the pleasure given to her into both holes down below. She knew it was only a matter of time that either she or Carlos reached the first orgasm of the day. The question would be between which one of them experienced their climax first? Vida was guessing that it would be Carlos since she had already previously sucked his cock and now he was ramming her ass so fast from behind. At this point, Vida didn't care just as long as she had her climax for her own sake.

"God, that's fucking it!!"

Carlos grunted out his words almost into a growling voice from behind Vida. Moving his hands away from her thick form, he took a few steps back before snatching his cock free out of her tight little hole from behind. He was ready to move positions, not caring whatsoever if Nancy was busy eating Vida's pussy.

"Move! I want you on the couch."

SPANK!

After speaking in his stern voice, Carlos swung his right open hand to smack Vida's phat ass, watching the firmness shake while the sound echoed across the room. She gasped for her breath before raising her right foot and shoving Nancy aside. The blonde girl's mouth was now disconnected from Vida's juicy cunt, allowing the Cuban model to move away towards the couch just as Carlos had commanded. Nancy was left ignored on the floor only to watch Carlos handle the other woman. Vida turned around, grinning at Carlos as she laid her back down over the couch and spread her legs out. Stepping forward, Carlos grabbed his cock and was ready to push it back into her deep back door hole. Though her entry folds were clearly visible to his eye, he ignored them completely to push his cock back into her supreme ass. He moved his left hand to push it under her leg right where her knees bent. Vida gasped and moaned as she felt him beginning to pump his fat cock through her ass once more.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeah! Mmmmmm, fuck my ass! Keep going, Carlos! Don't fucking stop!! YOU OWN MY ASS, FUCK IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT!!"

She was a bit disappointed that he didn't finish her off after the licking that Nancy was giving her. Vida knew better than to demand something out of this man, so she used her left hand to hold up her other leg while venturing her right hand down to finger herself while he pumped his shaft through her thick ass. Closing her eyes, the Cuban model dropped her lower lip and began to moan out. She was so close to reaching that heavenly feeling. Thrusting her index and middle finger so vigorously through her labia, Vida cried out once more while she felt his cock pounding into her ass from this position with Carlos looking down over her.

"OHHHHHH, FUCK!! OHHHHHHHHHH...GOD!!"

His eyes glared down at her, watching those big bouncing breasts before moving to gaze into her face. It didn't matter to Carlos that Vida had her eyes closed, for he had her exactly where he wanted his new whore; on her back, crying in pleasure as he pounded his cock into the best ass he had ever laid eyes on. Little did he know that her pussy was about to burst into a wet explosion before he could shoot his load within her. Her toes curled up in her heels before she began to belt out screams as loudly as her voice could shout.

"OH MY GOD, OHHHHHH FUCK!! OHHHHH FUCK, I CAN'T STOP IT!!"

Vida gasped upon crying out her final words. She was still twirling her fingers beyond the folds of her pussy as she had reached her climax. There wasn't a care in the world of Carlos leaning over her pumping his dick into her ass, for her juices squirted and splashed over his bare stomach. Vida couldn't hold herself back, as she needed to reach her climax more than anything. Carlos groaned as he was caught by surprise with her warm juices splashing over his skin. From the floor, Nancy could be heard in her seductive voice calling out, 'mmmmm'. Her voice was an alert to Carlos' mind, as he had previously forgotten she was in the room. He stepped back, pulling his cock from Vida's busted cunt and then turned around to see his blonde whore on the floor. He pointed to his wet stomach and then snapped his fingers while calling out to Nancy.

"Clean this up. I want you to swallow every drop of her juices."

"Mmmmm, I thought you'd never ask."

Nancy's voice replied in a low, slutty tone before she licked her lips. Carlos reached out to grab her hair, pulling her up a bit from her knees before her felt her tongue grazing over his skin. Vida sat back on the couch, catching her breath as she watched the other woman cleaning Carlos' wet stomach. He soon turned his head and glanced towards Vida before snapping his fingers at her and commanding her while he stroked his cock with his other hand.

"Get up. I want you down on your fucking knees, right now."

She didn't utter a word in response. Vida simply smiled and hurried down from the couch. It was easy for her to simply guess that he wanted her down on her knees so he could paint her face into a sticky, white mess. She licked her puffy lips, listening to Nancy slobber all over his stomach until she had completely cleaned his skin of every excessive bit of Vida's own love nectar.Running her hand through her hair, Vida let out a moan until she watched Carlos push Nancy aside from him. The blonde girl was shoved to his left side, leaving Vida facing him as her eyes gazed upward from her knees. Carlos stroked his cock as fast as he could, ready to unload his warm seed across Vida's beautiful face. She leaned her head up and closed her eyes, sticking her tongue out as she patiently awaited her gooey award.

"Ohhhh, fuck yeah! Take this fucking cum, you filthy bitch! TAKE IT, OHHHHH YEAH!!"

Just as he roared his words, Carlos felt his cock beginning to erupt from the grip of his hand. Vida stuck her tongue out further as she felt the first string of his cum splattering across her face. The first wad went directly into her closed right eye lid. She stuck her tongue out again and again, though not a single string went towards her mouth. Carlos grunted as he stroked his cock, shooting his cum into her hair and across the right side of her face. Each time a new string slathered over her face, Vida would stick her tongue again and moan. 'Ahhhh, mmmm, ahhhh', her voice came off so sexy to Carlos' ears. When he was done stroking his cock, Vida slowly opened her eyes and blinked while strands of his cum dripped from her face. She grabbed his rod and pushed her lips over the head, milking out the final drops into her loving mouth before kissing the head loudly.

"Ohhhhh, man. You really are the fucking best, that's the absolute truth."

Carlos' words rang loud and clear to Nancy's ears as she sat on her knees, watching in shock as Vida slid that cock back into her mouth and began to suck on it once more. From that moment, it was clear to Nancy that she wouldn't be able to compete with this other woman. It wasn't worth going toe to toe with Vida, as Nancy now realized that Carlos was replacing her and Jocelyn both as his right hand whore. This horrible truth had quite the sting, as Nancy only tolerated Carlos' abusive side just for the hope of an easy living with his money. At this rate, she was beginning to realize that she was better off escorting again. She didn't know who Vida was, but it was clear to her eyes that she wouldn't be able to compete with this woman over him. Swallowing her breath, Nancy let out a sigh as she still watched Vida from the floor. She thought to herself about Carlos' other whore Jocelyn. It would be a rude awakening for the other woman to know that she wouldn't be able to compare to Vida either.

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3 HOURS LATER

Wind shook the palm tress from outside the tall white buildings of Mercy Hospital. The sky had faded into a vortex of pink hue with clouds crossing over as the night hours would soon be coming through to wrap up the day. Staying true to his word, Steven had went to the hospital to visit the victim of Jacob's criminal assault charges. The incident had become a top local news story circulating around the Miami Hurricanes football players who were involved in the charges. The victim was an older man by the name of Robert Jones, said to be at sixty-two years old. Outside in the lobby room, Maria sat alone with her legs crossed in her yellow skirt. Her long golden hair was fixed up, parted down the middle and waving over her shoulders. A black leather belt was buckled around her waist while her feet were pushed down into a pair of yellow matching heels. It was a surprise to Steven that she would want to come along with him. Maria had even offered to drive him to meet with the Jones family as he tried to do what he believed to be the right thing with offering to pay for the old man's medical bills.

There was a reason Maria had chosen to accompany Steven to the hospital. With last night's turning events, she felt he needed someone to talk to whom had went through similar headaches. Maria's own brother was a criminal whom found himself locked up after a charge for trafficking narcotics. Steven's erratic behavior last night over his son's actions had brought back memories she had of her parents dealing with her brother's criminal problems. Before she had left Baltimore, she had also had to deal with the headaches he caused that ended up leading to his long prison term. Since she had taken the job at the club working in the offices, Maria always felt closer to Steven than anyone else in the office. He looked out for her, almost like a father figure and now she felt it was time to repay him. While she waited for him to return in the lobby, she flipped through the pages of a health magazine that sat on the glass table near the chairs. Steven had been gone for over an hour before his figure was seen visibly walking the hall, brushing past a nurse. Maria looked up to see him, dropping the magazine before speaking to him.

"Hey, how did it go? Did you talk to the family?"

A blank expression was visible across Steven's face. He stepped around to where Maria was seated in a chair before he replied back to her words.

"Yeah, I talked to them. I think they would've appreciated it more had Jacob came and apologized for his actions instead of me being here. I told them to forward any medical bills to me."

"Are they going to let you pay them?"

"Yes, but they had to be talked into it. They didn't want to cause the old man's got insurance and he's covered. I don't think they understood that this is just something I wanted to do, cause I feel awful about the whole thing."

"Well, I think Jacob should be the one to pay for them, not you. After all, he's the who caused this mess to begin with."

Steven sighed. Maria's words echoed his original plan. He had all intentions of forcing Jacob into paying the medical bills himself to try and teach his son a lesson, but after their confrontation last night, he decided against it. He had failed him as a father and the realization was simply enough for Steven to realize there was nothing left to try and correct his son's behavior. Not wanting to think longer on it, he looked back at Maria and spoke.

"Yeah, I wish that was the case but there isn't any sense in dwelling on it, I suppose. Come on, let's get outta here and go back to the club."

Rising up from her chair, Maria stepped around beside him as they both began to leave the lobby of the hospital building. There was a long hall extending to the main lobby and entrance. While they walked together, Maria felt it was time to open up to him about why she had wanted to come along with him. The more she thought about his son Jacob, the memories of her brother burned through her mind.

"You know, I wanted to come with you for a reason tonight, Steven."

He stopped walking and turned to look at Maria, raising his eyebrow before he spoke back to her.

"I figured there had to be a reason. I didn't want you to ask you, but I knew you weren't just coming along for nothing."

Maria glanced down at the white floor beneath them before she gazed back up at Steven. She tried to smile, but only ended up sighing before she carried on speaking.

"Your son reminds me of someone who is very dear to me. The way you were acting last night, I can't blame you for that. I've been there before where I get so mad over someone, I can't control myself."

Her confession was quite the surprise to Steven. From his initial thought, he figured Maria had to be referring to a boyfriend or a lover from the past. A nurse walked by in the hallway while he replied to her.

"That's quite the surprise. You have a boyfriend I didn't know about, Maria?"

She shook her head.

"No. I have an older brother like that."

Steven raised his eyebrow while looking back at Maria. She swallowed her breath and continued.

"My brother was always a wild child when I was young, my parents could never do anything with him. No amount of time in juvenile jails could really fix him. When I got older, he became my problem and I had to deal with him like my parents did. I know how you felt last night, cause it's happened to me before."

Letting out another sigh, she turned her head from him. All the frustrating memories of her final months back home in Baltimore had come rushing through her mind. Steven moved his hand over her shoulder.

"Come on, let's get outta here and you can finish telling me."

He didn't want their conversation to be overheard by strangers. With his hand on her shoulder, Steven quietly walked her out of the hall and back to the main lobby of the hospital. Once they had stepped out of the sliding doors, the cool breeze of the evening was felt with the wind forcing Maria's long blonde hair to wave. She turned and looked back at Steven as they walked down the steps. He removed his hand from her shoulder and brought the conversation back into play.

"Where's your brother now?"

"In jail, he won't be getting out for a long time."

She sighed, glancing her eyes around as she and Steven stood at the steps leading into the front doors of the white hospital building. The wind blew her hair into her face while she spoke to Steven again.

"Charles was always obsessed with some sorta get rich quick scheme. We didn't have much growing up. Both of my parents worked jobs and didn't come home until sun down. My brother always stayed in trouble. At first, he wasn't that bad until he started messing with gangs."

"What did he go to jail for?"

"Drug trafficking and assault with a deadly weapon. He thought he could just make one deal and get rich. Ride off into the sunset and have enough money to send me to college and live like a royal prince."

Maria laughed, shaking her head.

"He was so naive. He never stopped to think about a plan B in case everything went wrong. If you ask me, I think Charles was used by whoever set him up in that gang. It happened a few years ago. Before his arrest, he put me on a plane for Miami with all the spare cash he had at the time."

"So that's how you ended up down here?"

She nodded her head and softly smiled. Steven let out a sigh while considering her story to him. He had never once thought about how Maria had ended up from Baltimore all the way down to Florida. In his mind, he always figured she was a college student looking for a job that would give her good pay to keep with the cost of living at a university. The story with her brother may have had similarities with his own son, but Steven couldn't help but think of someone else in his life. A certain someone who was always obsessed with getting rich quick and living like a king. The name of that someone was one he didn't want to think about. Maria continued on, speaking back to him.

"Seeing the way you reacted last night over your son reminded me of my parents. They used to have similar outbursts over my brother. I've been there before, I know how it feels when you try so hard and you can't stop someone from doing bad things. I thought Charles would grow up, I was a fool to believe he could change."

"I failed my boy, Maria. My son growing up to be a punk."

"My mother and father both felt that way about my brother. I still can remember them crying during sleepless nights. They both used to talk about how they failed raising him. My father thought we were cursed with bad luck."

Shaking his head, Steven sighed before he replied back to her.

"I don't know where I failed Jacob, but I know I did. I'm glad you came with me now and we had this talk. I guess I can relate to how your parents must've felt."

"Yes, this is why I wanted to come with you tonight. Ever since I met you and Tony a few years ago, you've always been something like a guardian looking out for me. In many ways, you remind me of my father."

Her words were enough to force a smile to move across his face. Though Steven had been distraught over his feelings of failure towards his son, Maria at least helped make him feel somewhat better. For as long as she had been working in the club, he felt that he could trust her over time. The feeling became mutual as Maria herself had trusted Steven over Tony, knowing that he would be there for her and to ensure safety at all times. The wind blew once more, raking Maria's long blonde hair across her face. She used her hand to sway it away from her view, looking back at Steven as he patted her on the shoulder.

"Thank you, I appreciate that. I'm glad you came along with me and we could have this conversation. Come on, we should get back to the club and enjoy our night."

"Yeah, let's get back there. I think I wouldn't mind listening to some loud dance music about now."

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1 DAY LATER

The afternoon sun hung high in the sky, casting it's rays of sunlight as usual with not a single cloud among the blue atmosphere. The parking lot to Disco Fever only contained three vehicles that were commonly seen on a daily basis. During the afternoon, the club doors remained open but the bar and dance floor were unoccupied. It was the time of day when the janitors did required routine maintenance to clean the club and when the managers were upstairs behind that white door with the gold knob in the V.I.P. halls. Today marked a special day for a meeting as Ramón pulled up his DeLorean car opposite side of where Steven's metallic blue Cadillac sat alone. Carlos grinned to himself when he learned that Steven would be inside the club for today's event. Though it took some effort to talk him into choosing this place for a meeting, Carlos feared nothing at this point. He had Vida to thank for giving him the confidence to give Steven a headache today.

A few minutes after the DeLorean's engine stopped in parking, another car pulled through the parking lot and moved into a stationary position. It was a black Lincoln car, pulling up in the corner where the large Disco Fever sign stood in the day time without any of it's neon lights activated. Miguel Salazar stepped out of his car wearing a blue suit with a white collared shirt underneath. His eyes were shielded by a pair of sunglasses that he slipped off while stepping towards the front doors of the club. In front of him, both Ramón and Carlos entered the club. Carlos wore a black pinstripe suit with a white undershirt. The first few buttons were undone to reveal his gold chains. Ramón decided to wear an almost matching white pinstripe suit but with a pink shirt beneath the buttoned up jacket. With no security outside, they entered the club without any cause of concern.

Upstairs beyond the white door leading to the V.I.P. halls, Steven sat in his office behind his desk. He had arrived at the club only a few hours ago and had yet to leave for his lunch break. Sean was down the hall in the lounge room enjoying a drink while Maria was outside the V.I.P. halls. Steven had given up his attempts to have Jennifer call him back, deciding that it was best to leave that failure behind and move on. Under his white blazer jacket, he wore a light blue shirt and the same white matching pants as usual. Over his desk, there was a bit of paper work involving the recent earnings of the club. Steven took the time to concentrate on reading over the numbers, just as long as he could keep Jennifer Lopez out of his mind. With 2 PM fast approaching over the clock, Steven glanced down at his gold watch to see that it was soon time for lunch break. Before he could rise up from his chair, a frantic knock was heard outside the closed door. Steven raised himself up and called out.

"Yes!?"

"Steven!"

The door came swinging open as Maria stepped through. A frightened look across her face had instantly alerted him that something was clearly wrong. She spoke directly to him.

"Three guys came in here and they're sitting down at a table off in the corner. I didn't know who they were until I had a look. It's Carlos and Ramón. I don't know who the other guy is. They've been here for about ten or fifteen minutes, I didn't know they were here until now."

Steven's eyes suddenly became enlarged as he began to step away from the desk.

"Carlos is here? Are you sure?"

Maria nodded her head while he moved to the doorway of his office. This was a most unexpected turn of events. Steven thought to himself while taking a deep breath. Simply thinking about Carlos was enough to make his blood begin boiling. After a moment, he looked back at Maria after making his mind up.

"Get Sean and the security guys we have down the hall. I'm gonna handle this, but I want them down there with me just in case."

"Alright, I'm on it!"

She ran off, her heels stomping loudly over the floor. It had been over a year since Steven was last face to face with his cousin Carlos. The memories of that night in the Berserker club rang through his mind. He had left Carlos bloody and bruised after a beating in the bathroom. Never did he think Carlos would gain the courage to show his face around here again after the beating Steven had given him. It didn't matter to him that they were cousins. While Tony may have been one to forgive and look out for family, Steven didn't share the same beliefs as his older brother. Carlos was a fuck up, one who would've been better off rotting in a jail cell if not for Tony's generosity. Steven didn't care that this was a family member to him. Family wasn't about blood lines, at least not to him. The thought of seeing Ramón again was completely forgotten in Steven's brooding anger for Carlos.

After opening the white door, Steven stomped up the rail of the club and glanced down. Sure enough, Maria had given him correct information. He was quick to identify Carlos, Ramón and a mystery man all seated together having some sort of discussion. The security guards had not made their exit from the door yet, but Steven wasn't afraid of facing Carlos by himself. While making his way down the staircase, he questioned this appearance to himself. Why would Carlos come back here? It wasn't something he planned to ask him in the following moments, as all Steven wanted was to cleanse this scum from the walls of his club. As he drew closer towards the table, Steven had caught eye of Ramón glancing over to him with a surprised look. This was the first time in almost a year since Steven had seen Ramón, but his eyes weren't focused on the cousin he held dear. Ramón was seated in the middle of the table while Carlos and the mystery man were to the left and right side. When Steven stopped, Carlos finally glanced over his way and flashed a sinister grin towards his older cousin.

"Oh hey, Steven. Long time no see, huh?"

Carlos laughed after speaking. He then turned his head to look at the other man and spoke again.

"Miguel, this is my cousin Steven Diaz. You ever heard of him before? He used to be big time, that's what people say."

Ignoring the other man's eyes looking at him, Steven fixed his view solely on Carlos' face as he glared at him. Only now did he witness the scar across one side of his face from that night in the club when he had beaten him. Across at the table, Ramón sat with a mixed look of nervousness and fear across his face. Steven spoke directly to Carlos.

"I'm not here for a social chat. You've got one minute to get your sorry ass up and get outta my fucking club or-"

"Or what?"

Carlos grinned after cutting Steven off in speech. Such an act had made Steven become more enraged as he wanted to grab Carlos and start beating him senseless at this very second. Ramón swallowed his breath and finally spoke out, trying to calm the situation.

"Hey, hey! Can you guys stop, please? I...I don't think we should be hurting each other. Steven, it's so good to see you. It's been a long time, I've missed talking with you."

Despite hearing his other cousin's voice, Steven didn't look away from Carlos as he starred at him. He was waiting on Carlos to make a move that would justify a violent reaction towards his scum bag of a cousin. In the distance, Sean came hurrying down the set of stairs with two bodyguards behind him. Miguel Salazar noticed the company following and spoke up, trying to avoid a conflict under peaceful measures.

"Gentlemen, I think we'd be best to leave. We can discuss the rest of our arrangement outside."

Carlos glanced away from Steven and then spoke back to the other man.

"Yeah, I guess we should..."

Turning to glance at the other man, Steven nodded at him.

"Get the fuck outta my club."

Soon Sean approached the table, wearing his boxy double breasted grey jacket and matching pants with a blue shirt underneath. Carlos and Miguel got up, as Sean and the other two bodyguards simply pointed in direction of the door for them to leave. Ramón remained seated at the table before getting up and approaching Steven while the other two men left the club. Getting up, Ramón patted Steven's shoulder and smiled at him.

"Hey hermano, it's been a long time."

Finally, Steven shifted his gaze back to Ramón. He offered him a smile and patted his shoulder in return.

"Hey, it's been a while. How are you holding up these days?"

"I'm doing alright. Look Steven, I didn't want Carlos to come here for his meeting. I didn't want us to meet agian like this on bad terms."

The first thing Steven had noticed about Ramón was a drastic change in clothes. The suit and the gold jewelry was enough to tell him that he had taken an influence from his brother. This wasn't the same man he knew as his cousin from what seemed like a lifetime ago. Ramón had changed and it was obvious that he took influence from his brother Carlos.

"So, I take it you're running with Carlos now.This must have been some kind of deal or something, I assume."

Ramón sighed.

"Yeah, we're trying to make something happen with this guy. Carlos has a plan to get rich, ya know? We can run this city if we get a good leg through the door first."

Steven rolled his eyes while shaking his head. Words couldn't express how disappointed he was in his cousin over this. He always figured Ramón would be smarter than this, but apparently he wasn't. All those times he had warned him about Carlos, none of it mattered. He was now following his brother's foot steps and Steven feared it would be to an early grave.

"How many times did I tell you to watch yourself around Carlos? I know he's your brother, but he's still a fucking idiot. I gave up on him a long time ago when I realized he was never going to change his ways. Am I missing something here, Ramón? What made you want to follow him into this kind of business?"

"Steven, you don't understand! Carlos has nothing left now that he's pretty much shunned by you and Tony. That's my brother. I know he's a pain in the culo for you, but he's the only brother I'm ever going to have."

"That don't mean you have to help him be a fucking criminal. Come on, Ramón. You know this as well as I do. Remember that incident a few years ago with the car accident and the bag of coke that busted all over the place? Remember calling me to help you out with that? Come on, Carlos is the only person you know who would fuck up something like that. I don't buy that he's all of a sudden turned into some kinda mastermind deal negotiator."

Pausing for a moment, Steven glanced back into Ramón's eyes before giving him sound advice.

"If I were you, I'd be concerned about this guy. Whoever this man is who came to meet with you. Carlos is a sucker. It wouldn't be hard for someone to try and rip him off or better yet, another undercover cop to bust him like the last time he got thrown in jail."

Deep down, Ramón had wanted to tell Steven right now that it was Vida who had encouraged Carlos to meet at his club and start this whole confrontation. Despite these thoughts, he immediately forgot when Steven had mentioned Carlos' past. It was true, that the last time he had a major deal some years back, he was easy bait for a sting by two undercover cops who had lured him with ease. Ramón already had doubts about Miguel Salazar as a business man, going back to the meeting on Carlos' birthday only days ago but it wasn't anything he could do about it. Carlos called the shots and Ramón had already tried to shake him on this. Taking in a deep breath, Ramón nodded to him.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that lately."

Giving a smile, Steven wrapped his arm around Ramón's shoulder as he walked him to the door. He continued speaking.

"Your brother is a fuck up, I'm sorry if that offends you but it's the truth. I would just hate for something bad to happen to you because of him."

"Yeah, I know what you mean but don't worry about me. I know how to look out for myself."

Standing at the doorway to the entrance, Steven turned and nodded at Ramón.

"I hope you're right about that."

"I am, don't worry. The next time we see each other, Carlos won't be here to ruin it. We can have drinks like old times, just you and me."

Before stepping out of the door, Ramón turned to give Steven one last smile. This wasn't the reunion between the two that either of them had hoped for. Steven felt as if he were truly witnessing what was a shell of a former man. From his fashion appearance alone all the way to blindly following his brother, Ramón was not the same man that Steven had once known. He turned around, moving back around the club where Sean was waiting by the staircase. Steven pointed at him and spoke.

"Hey, I think I'm ready to go for a lunch break. You wanna come along with me?"

"Sure, man. A little fresh air might ease the tensions after that whole event."

For such a short amount of time working alongside Steven, Sean was quick to learn that his friend had quite the large lifestyle of mystery and drama. Apart from his sudden break up with Jennifer Lopez and now this confrontation with someone in the club he had to be thrown out, Sean was eager to learn more about Steven. He found this man and his life far more interesting than his previous job working alongside the Kardashian women for security. While the Kardashians definitely had their share of drama and dirt under the rug, Sean never felt he could relate to their world since he had not grown up in a life of luxury. Something had told him that Steven lived a similar upbringing as him since they could see eye to eye on many things. He wanted to wait until they were back in the Cadillac, riding through the streets before bringing up any personal questions. A few minutes later, Steven had decided on going to a fast food restaurant for lunch. Once they were together in the car, Sean watched the road and finally began to speak about the incident.

"You know something, Steven? You've got more stuff going on in your life than I would've expected."

"What do you mean by that?"

Steven replied while turning the steering wheel of the car and moving through traffic. Sean chuckled and continued.

"It's not every day you meet someone who gets to date a famous woman like Jennifer Lopez. Not to mention your problems with your kid and today's events with those guys in the club today. It seems life is a journey for you every day."

"Two of those guys were my cousins. Carlos was the one in black, Ramón was the one in the white suit. We used to be close."

"Used to be close?"

Nodding, Steven continued on speaking.

"Yeah, a long time ago. Carlos is a Class-A fucking moron, let's just put it that way. I liked Ramón, I used to look out for him back in the day. Up until now, I always considered Ramón to be smart. Carlos was always a hustler with some dream of grandeur. I used to be in that lifestyle too when I was young, but I got out. Carlos thinks he's something."

"How did he get that scar on his face?"

Steven turned his head to look at Sean momentarily while answering him back.

"I did that. I put his face through a mirror sometime ago and it left that big scar on his face."

With eyes focused on the road again, Steven took a deep breath before continuing on.

"I just hope I don't end up living to regret not putting him in the ground when I should've a long time ago."

He gripped the steering wheel as Steven had expected Sean to say something, but silence had fallen through out the vehicle. It was something that he thought about often, where Tony had given Carlos so many second chances. If there was anything Steven feared at this point, it was to see Carlos end up driving someone he cared about into an early grave. Of course, in Steven's mind he felt all of this could've been avoided by Tony not using a good attorney to get Carlos a lighter sentence back when he was busted by those two undercover cops. Perhaps he would still be sitting in a prison cell had it not been for Tony's stubborn ways of looking out for family. Steven didn't care if he was related to Carlos. That didn't make it right for all of the trouble Carlos' had brought along with him.

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8 HOURS LATER

Through the darkness of the night, the bright neon sign to Disco Fever lit up along with an array of lights to cars that pulled in and out of the parking lot. The mad house inside the club was just another night in Miami. Soon the midnight hours would be approaching and the DJ working the dance floor would be dropping his encore suite of songs. The loud atmosphere inside the club was especially felt for a special woman as she stepped through the doors and made her way to the staircase leading to the upper level of the club. A pair of big black heels were slipped over her feet, offering a subtle reflecting of the flashing lights above when she stepped up the first few steps and began to make her way up. This was a special call to see an old friend. A tight fitting pink dress hugged over every curve of her body while the front revealed her busty cleavage with the straps hanging over her shoulders. Once she reached the top of the stairs, the woman walked over to Maria and smiled. The time had come to go pay Steven Diaz a visit. Maria took out her cellphone and placed a short call, knowing that he was upstairs beyond the door to his office.

"Yes?"

When Steven answered the phone, Maria giggled.

"You've got a special guest coming up to see you. I can't tell you who, just consider this a surprise."

She hung up the phone before opening the door to allow the woman an entrance to the V.I.P. halls. Steven hung up the phone and got up from his desk. Over the chair, he had removed his white blazer jacket and hung it there. Down the hall, he could hear what sounded to be high heels clicking and clacking. He opened the door to his office and was greeted seconds later to a familiar smiling face.

"Hello there, Steven Diaz. It's been a long time."

The smoldering southern accent belonged to a woman named Jennifer, but not the one Steven was often thinking of. It was Jennifer Love Hewitt here for a reunion that surprised Steven even more so than the events that had unfolded earlier today.

"Long time no see, Jennifer. It's great to see you again, you look wonderful."

"Thank you, dear."

She stepped through the doorway and kissed him over his left cheek, just to watch his face flush in a red hue as the man blushed. Steven watched as Jennifer walked around his desk, almost as if she were glancing around to find a noticeable change in how his office had last appeared when they first met.

"So, what brings you back to my club? It's been a long time since I last seen you."

He walked around to shut the door as she turned and smiled at him before responding back.

"Well, I've been coming to this club every time I'm in Miami hoping to see you again. You're never here."

"Really?"

"Yes, I came by four times last year. Each time, that blonde girl outside told me you weren't here. One time she said that you were out on vacation in Las Vegas."

Steven laughed. It seemed like a coincidence to him, but he was willing to buy into Jennifer's claims. He was just happy to hear from someone like her again. She continued on speaking.

"Last time I was here, we exchanged phone numbers. Maria called me today and said you could use some company, so I figured since I'm in Miami right now, I'd come on over and see you."

"Oh, really?"

Like before, Jennifer smiled and nodded at him. Steven let out a sigh of relief before returning a small grin. Now he realized just what Maria had done for him. It seemed she wanted to take his mind off one Jennifer in favor of another one. Now he had to question her out of curiosity of her own marriage.

"So, last I saw of you in any media coverage, you were married with two kids. What's a married woman like you poking around with a man like me."

Jennifer let out a sigh.

"I...I'm probably going to be getting divorced soon. I'd rather not talk about it. We've been passing each other on the down side of our marriage. It's been going on for about three years now. I'm looking to move on, you know?"

"And what makes you consider me for a man you'd like move on with? I thought we just had a one night stand together."

She slowly approached him, watching his eyes shift from her face down to her heavy cleavage that almost pushed up against his chest. Jennifer replied in a low, almost seductive tone of voice.

"You seem like the kind of man who enjoys the same fun that I like to have. I need a man like that if I'm gonna get back into Hollywood, you know?"

Without saying another word, she pushed her pink lips to his for a soft kiss. As the kiss deepened, Jennifer threw her arms around Steven's body and pushed her busty chest up against him. He responded by kissing her passionately and running his hands behind her to squeeze that wonderful tight ass hugging over her dress. When their lips finally pulled apart, Jennifer stepped back as Steven could only gaze back at her beautiful figure with his hands removed from her body. Jennifer licked her lips before speaking.

"Let's cut to the chase, Steven. I didn't come here to drink and I know you ain't about to say no to a chance with me again."

Giving him a smirk, she decided to tease him about the other man. Jennifer wanted to see Steven's reaction if she mentioned his cousin since he had also been involved with their short love affair.

"I didn't see your cousin when I walked in the club tonight, so I hope-"

"No! He isn't going to be with us this time!"

She cracked up laughing in that cute southern accent she carried with her tone.

"Mmmmm, good. I like a man who don't take kindly towards competition."

Jennifer winked before stepping away from him. Her heels clicked loudly over the floor as she moved to his desk. All Steven could do was stand there and observe her every action. She had her own card to play here while all Steven could do was watch and try to predict where her actions would take them for the night. Over his desk, she found a few pennies of loose change that he had kept in a small container. Jennifer opened it to retrieve one of the pennies and then glanced back at him as Steven stepped over towards his desk. Her big brown eyes glared back at him as she bit down on her bottom lip.

"How about we have a coin toss to decide things? That's how we did it last time, remember?"

Steven laughed.

"You've got a good memory, babe. I'm quite impressed."

"I'm calling heads just like last time. If it's heads, we go back to my place. If it's tails, we'll do it right here if your office. That's if you still have that cute little sign to hang on the back of the door."

"Don't worry, it's back there."

After he spoke, Jennifer went on to flip the penny with her left hand. She tossed it up so she could quickly catch it within her own palm. After seeing the results, she smirked and placed the penny back on his desk.

"Well, it's tails. Looks like you win."

He walked around her and smiled before grabbing that old 'Do Not Disturb' sign. It felt like a lifetime had passed since Steven had last placed it around the back knob of the office door. Jennifer ran her left hand through her hair before pulling one of the straps of her dress down while he opened the door to hang the sign in it's rightful place. With the door closed once more, the time had come to heat up his office for old time sake. While thinking back to the last time Jennifer Love Hewitt in his office, Steven couldn't help but smile to himself when reminiscing over that phone call she received while playing with his cock.

"Let's hope that no one calls your phone this time when you're down on your knees."

Jennifer gasped before giggling.

"Why you think I didn't bring my purse in the club with me? No one is going to be calling to disturb us this time."

"Good, I'm glad to hear that."

Steven stepped forward to Jennifer and kissed her lips once more. While their tongues pushed along one another's, he moved his hand to brush off the other strap of her beautiful pink dress. As it came off, Jennifer shoved her dress down far enough for her to step out of it. The kiss broke as he moved his lips down to her neck and then she softly cooed while feeling his warm lips extending up to her right cheek. She stood before him wearing nothing but a black bra and thong. Once their kiss had broke, Steven stepped back and watched her eyes glance up at him as she reached behind her back to undo her bra. Her heavy breasts fell free as she snatched the bra away and dropped it to the floor. Steven wasted no time planting his hands over the smooth skin of her tits, squeezing them softly.

"Mmmmmmmm, yeah...You like mah tits, don't ya?"

Her sweet southern accent slurred her speech a bit. Steven's hands smashed over her breasts while Jennifer tugged her thong down to reveal her dripping entry. The only piece of clothing remaining over her body was her black high heels that she had no plans of taking off. His eyes remained locked over her famous tits, still squeezing them with his hands. Jennifer moaned once more before kissing his lips softly. The office was large enough to contain them, as Steven had a history of committing such lustful acts in his private space. Memories were still bouncing around through his mind of the last time he and Jennifer were alone together in his office. She pointed over to one of the chairs next to the coffee table in his office. The couch was across from it, sitting up against the right side wall. Steven followed her silent gesture and sat down in the chair.

"Sit right there for me, baby. I need to get your pants off."

Jennifer was in control now for the time being. Her eyes gazed into his face so he could see her sultry smile before she dropped down to her knees. Her hands ran up the front of his white pants as she didn't waste any time unbuttoning them and tugging them down. Steven didn't worry about his shirt remaining over his torso. He rolled the bottom ends of his shirt up a bit as Jennifer shoved his underwear down to allow his hardening cock to flop freely from it's clothed cage. The voluptuous southern brunette licked her lips while placing her hands to wrap around his swelling meat pole. Jennifer gazed up into his eyes to tease him with sweet, naughty words in her strong southern accent.

"Such a big, fuckin' beautiful cock. Mmmmmmmmm..."

Leaning her head forward, she kissed the head and spoke once more.

"You just sit back and watch me. You're gonna love this."

What other choice did he have in this matter? Steven grinned as he watched Jennifer push her right hand down to the base of his cock and plant her lips over the head. Her left hand found a new position down below, cupping his balls and rubbing them against her palm. Her lips pushed down, sending the first few inches of his long rod between her jaws. Jennifer let out a muffled moan as she began to suck his cock, bobbing her head up and down. Steven couldn't prevent himself from moaning aloud.

"Ohhhhhh, baby..."

It seemed funny in his mind to go from one Jennifer now to another. Steven was no longer thinking about the lover he had lost, as a different Jennifer was sitting on her knees in front of him. Relaxing in the chair, he watched as Jennifer Love Hewitt pumped her lips up and down his shaft, all while her left hand was massaging his ball sack. She continued to bob her head up and down only to stop and release his cock with a loud popping noise. Jennifer took a deep breath before spitting on his dick. With both of her hands, she raised them and gripped his cock upside down. Her eyes shot back up to his face as she lowered her mouth down to suck on his nuts. Jennifer wanted to glance up into his eyes while her mouth began to slobber over his balls while pumping her hands up and down his cock. It was all about the reaction from him that she wanted to see.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck! You know how to tease me, Jennifer."

Steven spoke the first words that immediately had popped into his mind. Jennifer refused to move her big brown eyes from his face, all while he sat back and listened to the slobbering and sucking sounds that her mouth produced with drooling over his nuts. Her hands were still pumping his shaft back and worth, wanking him while she slobbered on his balls. Pushing her lips together over his hairy nut sack, Jennifer kissed it before she came to a stop and brought her lips back to his shaft. She moved her hands down to the base, taking the head back between her lips as she began to suck on it once more. Steven brought his right hand down to the back of her head, softly caressing her dark locks of hair while Jennifer bobbed her head up and down his shaft. She eventually came to a stop and slowly brought her lips back to the head. Letting go of his cock, Jennifer moved her hands down to her big breasts, holding them up. Her lips released his cock with a loud popping sound and then she brought her breasts up, quickly trapping his cock between them. Gazing back up into his eyes, she smiled and spoke to him in her low seductive tone of voice.