Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“All this time, he didn’t know you were alive. We only found out after I recognized you in an old picture,” Nero said as Miguel drowned in feelings of tenderness and peace. His mother might be dead, but life went on, and he would focus on having his sister back rather than crying over something that could no longer be changed
Elisa pulled away, glancing Nero’s way with tears streaming down her cheeks. “And... how do you know me?”
The room stilled, and Nero stared at her with his mouth hanging open until he gathered his thoughts. “I’m… Nero Moreno.”
She stilled, like an animal caught in snares, but she must have found out by now that Nero’s father was dead. “A Caiman?” she uttered, wiping away tears.
Miguel knew Nero would be first to answer, but he started writing anyway.
Nero cleared his throat. “Not anymore”
Miguel gave her another note, increasingly frustrated by his inability to keep up with the conversation. [He’s no longer a Caiman. We will get new identities and move. He saved my life and secured your freedom. I want us all to be together, you’re my only family, but he is staying with me even if it means you decide not to.]
Her brows gathered into a frown when she read the note, and it occurred to Miguel that despite his fears of people easily deducing the nature of his relationship with Nero, Elisa was ignorant to it. A vicious pulsing choked Miguel’s throat, but he fought off his fear and entwined his fingers with Nero’s. He wouldn’t hide his love. Not in front of her.
Nero’s fingers twitched before squeezing Miguel’s hand hard.
“I’m sorry, Elisa,” he muttered softly, as if having to face her after so many years was a burden too hard to bear.
She covered her lower face with a deep sigh. “I—didn’t expect that.”
Of course she did not. But Miguel hadn’t expected to fall in love either. Not with anyone, and especially not with Nero Moreno, the impossibly chaotic son of the man who’d destroyed Miguel and Elisa’s family. Yet here they were. Life could be strange like that, allowing the most beautiful flowers to bloom out of a mangled corpse.
“B-but it’s okay,” she said with a nervous smile and stepped back, opening the door to peek into the hallway. “Um… Valeria? Come in!”
Miguel squeezed Nero’s hand harder, still overwhelmed by the fact that he’d just claimed Nero as his man, but as a young woman shuffled in, his heart drummed faster. Her big green eyes were the same shade as Nero’s, but other than that she looked exactly as teenage Elisa had. Were she to see her mother in Miguel’s old family photo, she might even initially believe she was looking at some forgotten day in her own life.
But Elisa stood right next to her, which meant that this girl was Miguel’s niece. And Nero’s half-sister. Dressed in black sweatpants and a tie-dye T-shirt, she was very reminiscent of her mom, with the exception of those eyes, and the slightest dip in her chin.
“Um… hello?” she asked shyly, glancing at her mother as if she had no idea why either of them was here.
Elisa once again wiped her eyes and looked at her daughter. “This is your uncle, Miguel, and this,” she hesitated, “is Nero, your half-brother, and… his boyfriend. We will be moving with them.”
Valeria’s gaze swept over them, but then she covered her mouth, chuckling, clearly ignorant of the conditions in which she’d been conceived. “Oh my God. My life is a telenovela.”
Miguel smiled gently enough to not cause himself pain. He much prefered a telenovela to the narco horror he’d been living. From now on, he’d embrace the rom-com instead and teach Nero how to dance the tango.
Epilogue
Nero
Nero’s head fell back when Miguel’s lips sucked in his nipple so hard he briefly stopped riding his man and settled with that big dick embedded all the way in his body. But the rush inside made him pull Miguel back by the hair and kiss his jaw as his burning thighs once again got to work.
The leather sofa sank under their weight and as Miguel rolled down the backrest, it turned him into a crescent, but he didn’t seem to care about the discomfort and squeezed Nero’s hips harder, helping him move.
“You feel so damn good,” Nero rasped and held his cock hard before slapping the pierced cockhead against his lover’s stomach. High on pleasure, he grabbed Miguel’s shoulder, and moved at an erratic pace until hot jolts flashed through his body and cum painted streaks over Miguel’s flushed chest.
With the eyes of a wild man, Miguel made a lusty grunt and lifted his heels to the seat. He then clashed his mouth with Nero’s and held him in place as his fat dick slammed in like a piston. Release was only moments away, and soon after, they rested together, catching their breaths.