It had been five days since she was pressed against Rio in a completely normal 'let me help you with that anxiety attack' makeout session. Val was fine, absolutely and totally fine, she thought as she threw a straight shot of vodka back.
"Val, I'm so glad you could come out with us tonight," Maggie drawled drunkenly in her ear as she hung off Val's shoulder.
Tonight she was at a bar downtown, the kids had been tough today and the Rio ordeal was still sitting heavily on her mind. Her close friend group had invited her out, and to take roll call––one drunk Maggie, one wasted Avery, and one sober designated driver, Sidney. And one almost drunk Val.
"Maggs you are so drunk," Laughed Avery as he tipped a pickleback shot into his mouth. Something about this action spurred Maggie into a loud laughter.
"Says white-girl-wasted Avery," Sidney with an amused smile, currently nursing a water with lemon.
"Says old man Sid," Avery accused, picking up Sid's water and jostling it in front of his face. Sidney yanked it out of his grasp, narrowly avoiding spilling its contents.
"Keep calling me old and I'll make y'all all get Ubers home," Sid gave a side eye to the group with another sip from his water. Avery and Maggie giggled and left them to slither off to the dance floor.
Val chuckled, but was still in her head about life and work and, well, Rio. She was a person of many questions, always curious, wanting more information. And this was no different, she actually had more questions than usual. What did he think about it all? Is he as twisted up about the kiss as she was? She doesn't know anything about him but knows what his mouth tastes like?
And that blocked phone call? Could that be him?
She threw back another shot and decided to push her thoughts aside for the night. He may have ruined the atmosphere at home, but he did calm your anxiety, her mind reminded her. She could think about all of this later, right now it is time to go dance against a random body in the crowd.
"What is up with you tonight, V?" Sid's voice pulled her focus until she was meeting his worried green ones. In the few years that her and Sid had been friends, she came to know him as a highly observant intellectual.
Their group doesn't seem like they would mesh well from the outside, and Val wasn't sure if they would all be friends if they hadn't met the way they did. Val had met Sid through their mutual friend, Avery, since Sid and him roomed together during college. And she had met Avery one night in the women's bathroom at some bar, Avery was crying on the floor, drunk.
How he even ended up in that bathroom was another story in itself, but her and Maggie had gotten him into an Uber and safely home by the end of the night. Since then, Maggs and Avery have been inseparable, which soon brought Sid into the mix.
"Hey, Val, you good?" He laughed as he waved a hand in her face, she nodded her head as her thought washed away.
"Yeah, just thinking I guess," There was no way to casually let your friends know that a gang boss was your new roommate. Sid gave her a strange concerned look, but decided to brush it off.
"Hmm, alright then. How long until tweedle dee and tweedle dum are ready to call it a night?" Sid ran a hand though his curly hair, Val watched as he twisted it up into a bun.
She laughed and gave him a pat on the hand, he didn't often come out with them on bar crawl nights. He was in for a long evening, this was the first bar they had stopped by.
"Sweet Sid, silly, sweet Sid," He glanced back over with more concerned forest colored eyes, eyebrows high.
"You're kidding, right?" She gave him a wide grin as she finished off another shot.
Sid looked hopeful, which dragged another laugh out of her.
"This is our first stop. I should have told you we were bar hopping tonight before you pulled names from the DD hat." Val bit her lip to keep from giggling, the vodka was making itself known.
"Well, shit, I have to meet with India early to go over numbers," He slumped back into his seat, a frown pulling the corners of his mouth down. India was his boss, an editor at BlueBird Publishing, and Sid was her assistant. He was a glorified intern, if she were being honest.
Val reached a hand out to tug on one of his brown curls hanging just at his shoulder.
"Now, now, don't pout Siddyyyy," Yeah, she was about that drunk now, Sid's eyes lazily rolled over in her direction. He swatted her hand away from him and stood from his seat.
"Whatever, go dance with them, I'm gonna go sit at the bar. Laney is looking especially tortured tonight," He lifted a hand to wave at the cute blonde currently tending to the frat house seated in front of the bar.
Laney gave him a flirty smile, which Sid returned blindly, and had a drink waiting for him by the time he sidled up to the counter.
Val sighed, how easy their lives must be right now without a rio type living in their household. She drained her last shot and started for the mass of people dancing in the middle of the bar.
Tonight is not about Rio, she convinced herself as she slipped between Maggs and Avery. A laugh bubbled out of her as Maggie's tall figure closed into Val's backside and Avery's pressed against her front.
Maggie's hand brought another shot into frame and Val downed it as Avery shouted "VAL, VAL, VAL," With the club's pounding bass traveled through the pulsing LED lights, she officially slipped into a drunken haze.
********
Val wasn't sure what time it was when Sidney pulled up to her apartment complex, but the sun wasn't up yet. It was smart of their sober selves to have planned this on a Friday, otherwise she'd be calling out of work.
"Stay in the car, and I'm taking the keys with," Sid stated as he glared at Avery, who had once or twice hopped in the driver's seat and driven away once Sid shut his door.
"Yeah, yeah, dick," Avery said under his breath and then hushed Sid as he leant his head back against the headrest with closed eyes. Maggie was snoring against his shoulder, the night had been long.
"You don't have to walk me up to the door," Val honestly tried to say with her eyes open, proving that she did need an escort up the stairs.
"Mhmm,"
"Fine," She laughed and tried to wiggle her phone out of her front pocket, she had a nagging feeling that she should try harder to convince Sid to stay in the car.
They got up the stairs with only one stumble, from Val of course, and quickly found themselves at her door.
"After you, V," Sid said, but Val only laughed and shoved at his chest. His curious eyes caught hers, wondering why she was acting so out of character. There was a reason he couldn't come inside, but drunk Val couldn't remember for the life of her why.
Sid gave her another inquisitive look as she stood there with her keys.
"Do you want me to unlock the door?" He asked, already reaching to pluck her keys out of her palm. She laughed and pulled her arm behind her back, successfully keeping them out of his grasp.
"Give m–give them–Val don't make me," A sudden smile bloomed on Sid's face as both of his arms wrapped around her, both pulling her close and entrapping her arms.
He began tickling her sides as she squirmed in her arms, squealing.
"Stop!" She laughed uncontrollably as his fingers skimmed her ribs. She begged him again to quit and he listened, slowing his movements.
With her unable to move, grabbing the keys would have been possible, but he didn't move as their laughter faded.
"You gonna give me the keys now?" His smile glinted under the yellow fluorescent lights lining the walkway.
Though still drunk, she gazed into his dark green eyes, focusing on the golden speck in his left eye. The same color of gold in Rio's eyes, why is he still in her head?
"Why are you looking at me like that," He whispered, as if he were sharing a secret. His eyes bounced between hers as she watched a flicker of endearment wash through them.
She didn't have time to consider why before he grasped the keys and pulled himself away. His soft laugh caressed her and he moved around her to stick the key in the knob.
Sid hadn't even turned the key before they heard the deadbolt scrape against the wood. The door swung open to reveal a sleepy looking Rio––shirtless and in his black boxer briefs.
He was rubbing at his eye with one fist while the other gripped the door's threshold. Val sobered up fractionally as she took in Rio's presence and suddenly remembered why Sid should have stayed in the car.
"Why's your drunk ass bein' so damn loud out here," Rio's tired and aggravated voice muttered before he opened his eyes and took in Sid.
Rio raised his eyebrows as he glanced behind him at Val, giving her a clear who the hell is this look. Funnily enough, Sid had turned around to give Val the same exact look.
Val was still slightly drunk, and caught between a rock and an even harder rock, she was at a loss for words. And so she decided to laugh it off, Sid didn't need to know about Rio.
"Okay, thanks for walking me in Sid. Tonight was fun," She tried to brush this whole situation under the rug, hoping Sid wouldn't wonder why a tatted, shirtless man was standing in her apartment.
"Um," Sid murmured, his eyes were glued to the eagle on Rio's neck.
Rio was gazed amusedly at Sid as he leant against the door frame.
"Good night, Sid," Val stepped around Sid to walk inside but Sid's hand zipped out to clasp around her wrist.
"V, who is that?" He was confused, but mostly concerned, as he should be. We know all of each other's friends, and most relatives, years of friendship gets you that.
She didn't know what to tell him. Oh, him? He's just the local gang lord who basically black mailed me into housing his illegal ass while he stays undercover to escape another gang who want him dead. No biggie!
A glance towards Rio himself solved nothing, he was staring back at her with eyebrows raised in an arrogant yeah, what am I to you type of look. She narrowed her eyes at him before giving Sid an earnest and calming smile.
"He's just a friend of a friend, he's in town for some time and needed somewhere to stay. Anyways, you better go check on the twins in your car." Val reminded him and gave a light laugh to settle things over.
She did not want him to recount this story to Maggs and Avery, but she knew he would. Val was a boring person, she made sure that they thought that. This would effectively ruin that cover if they knew his true identity.
Also, hello, he's a gang boss! He could simply kill all of her friends if they so much as slightly irritated him. They cannot know about Rio. Her mind was a whirlwind of fears and anxiety now.
Sid gave Rio another once over and glanced back at Val, she could tell that he had almost bought her lie. He slowly let go of the grip on her wrist and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"O...kay," She could see something else in his eyes, he may have believed her for now, but he was still worried. It warmed her heart that he cared this much about her, even though she was probably safe.
"Yeah, alright, have a good night V. Take some ibuprofen, you were a mess tonight," He added with a chuckle and ran a hand through his long hair. She grinned at him and rolled her eyes.
Rio still looked bored but he opened the door wider to give Val space to walk in. She stepped inside and turned around to Sid to wave bye.
"I'll see you soon?" He nodded a yes and eyed Rio's eagle before looking him in the eyes.
"Yeah, you'll see me real soon," His voice dropped half an octave, a clear warning to Rio. The thought that Sid could intimidate Rio was the funniest thing she's ever heard, she kept her laugh in her throat.
"Okay, bye," A nervous laugh and a look to Rio resulted in him closing the door and giving Sid a side smirk.
"Real soon, huh?" He muttered to no one in particular as he rubbed his eyes again. Val pinched her palm so as not to let her gaze dip to his torso.
"Sorry for waking you up, I didn't think he'd walk me inside," She was definitely more sober after the anxiety attack that was caused by having two worlds collide at 3 am.
He swiveled around to her and rested his hands on the top of his head, holding his wrists. The curious expression he wore was making her heart race. They still hadn't talked over the anxiety attack she had the other day.
"You aware you sent me some texts tonight?" He cocked his head and watched humorously as her eyes widened.
"What? I did not," She yanked her cell phone out of her back pocket and pulled up their conversation. He only texted her about groceries and she only sent a text if she was coming home late, the messages never delved any deeper than that.
"Oh baby," His low, husky tone was like a hot coal against her stomach. It followed with a laugh from him.
A hand flew over her open mouth as she scrolled through the texts that she had definitely sent him.
drukn – Yesterday, 11:43 PM
heyy bossy – Yesterday, 11:58 PM
you beverage told me if u have a guekfeirn – Today, 12:04 AM
your tattoos are jot – Today, 12:18 AM
The spelling and grammatical errors were almost worse than the actual messages themselves. Her face burned red as a blush made its way down to her chest. Did she even need to read the rest of them?
your lips were soft – Today, 12:19 AM
She apparently had sent an audio recording after that, which she would need to play alone in her room later when she enters a mortified state before bed. Val had sent one more text after the audio clip and she was nervous to read it.
i'm afraid of him – Today, 1:23 AM
She slipped her phone back in her pocket, fully humiliated. Val made a mental note to hand her phone off to Maggs the next time they went out drinking.
Rio's arms dropped from his head and his voice was gentle when he asked her, "You wanna talk 'bout it?"
She raised her eyes from the floor to meet his and she watched as he chewed on his bottom lip. For once, his eyes weren't ridiculing hers, but they weren't sympathetic either.
There was a lot to cover with these texts, obviously her face burned from the fact that she was admitting things about Rio that she'd rather him never know. Your lips are soft, what had she been thinking? And his ego was way too big to handle her calling his tattoos hot, or "jot".
The "afraid of him" would be harder to explain, and she didn't necessarily think it would be wise to share the context of it. She wondered if he knew that Rio wasn't the him that she was afraid of.
"I'm–or I was drunk, and I'm fine," She dismissed him with a wave of her hand. He didn't look convinced.
"Yeah, got that with 'guekfeirn'," A soft laugh that did nothing to ease her embarrassment tumbled out of his mouth, there's no hiding the fact she clearly meant girlfriend.
She twisted the ponytail around her wrist until it pinched the soft skin on the inside of her arm. What could be said, she thinks he's hot and she wants to kiss him again? Duh, but what would that help?
So she said nothing, her head was pounding and she didn't want to have this conversation right now, or ever.
"So, you afraid of me?" He crossed his arms over his chest, only accentuating his biceps even more. God, did he need to be this attractive at 3 in the morning?
To answer this question completely would only bring around more questions that she didn't want to answer. He didn't need to know anything about her, he would be gone in a few months when it was safe.
Her eyes focused on the sparse light outside of the patio as she contemplated how to answer. She wasn't afraid of him in particular, she was afraid of his lack of boundaries towards personal space.
"No, you wouldn't still be here if I didn't feel safe," Not that she had much say over his staying here anyways.
"Who is he," He drew a serious look, a lifted eyebrow and pursed lips. Val had come to know this look well, usually during an upsetting work call or when she was bothering him.
She pulled in a shaky breath and twisted her ponytail again which resulted in the rubber band snapping. They watched it fall on the floor before making eye contact again.
"I–He's not–I can't talk about this," Her eyes implored him to drop the subject. Rio scratched his beard as his gaze wandered about the living room.
"'K, you wanna talk about any of it? How 'bout my soft lips," His serious tone had easily transitioned into his honey trap voice as he took a step closer to her. Her face burned red again as she narrowed her eyes, do they really need to have this conversation right now.
His caramel eyes burned hotly down her figure as Val pretended not to be affected. She rolled her own eyes and rubbed a hand down her face.
"We're not talking about this,"
"Oh, I think we are," His cockiness annoyed her and yet she was still blatantly aroused.
"I'm tired and I'm going to bed," Val tried to side step him but Rio stepped in front of her to block the hallway to her bedroom.
"Rio, move," She huffed as he smirked wider.
"Nah, mami,"
"Fine," She pressed forcefully on his taut stomach to move him aside, but Rio had other plans. He snatched one of her wrists and stepped impossibly closer.
She subconsciously sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, her beeth harshly biting the flesh. His heady gaze slipped down to her lips, and she felt a tug. His presence alone was intoxicating, and she couldn't think.
This time the tug was physical, he was actually pulling her closer to him until their chests were touching. She was scared that he could feel her fast heart beating against him, his skin against hers was enough to give her a heart attack.
The tension hung in the air and surrounded them, it was thick and electrifying. His chest rose as he inhaled, and he brought his hand up to her mouth. Before she could take notice of exactly what he was doing, his forefinger and thumb pinched her bottom lip.
"Things this lip does to me, Valentina," He rasped out, clearly as affected by her as she was by him. Hearing her full name fall from his lips did things to her that she couldn't explain or understand.
He let gravity pull his hand back down to his side, letting go of her lip. Now that her drunk-ish brain was complete mush, she had no control of her actions. Val raised her fingers to the one place she had been yearning to touch––his throat.
A quick glance up and she noticed that his eyes were ablaze as her fingers softly roamed the outer edges of the eagle. Goosebumps arose to the surface of his skin as her index finger traced the eagle's wingspan.
Her fingers continued their exploration past the tattoo and up to the scruff on his jaw. She slowly scraped her nails through the slight beard he had grown over the past month.
His mouth fell open and his bottom jaw jutted forward, his warm breath washed over her hand. Rio's hand reached up to latch onto her wrist, pausing her movements. His hungry eyes met hers as he leant his head down towards her.
Rio blinked slowly at her, waiting for her next move. His thumb was caressing the soft inside of her wrist. Their breath had quickened and his eyes were searching hers. Her eyes flickering down to his mouth seemed to settle Rio's mind, his other hand reached out to touch her cheek.
You're mine, a voice whispered, his voice. And her body convulsed as a shiver ran up her spine. She tried to push the harsh, berating voice out of her head, but it echoed. You're mine.
It took his full lips grazing her cheek for Val to snap out of it, this could not happen.
Before it could go any further, she slowly pulled her hand out of his hot grasp and moved back.
Rio's hand fell from her cheek as he watched her, waiting for a reaction. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as her eyes fell to his throat for a moment.
"It's late,"
"Right," Rio drawled and slowly nodded his head.
He silently stepped to the side allowing her to leave the room and she raised her eyes to meet his daunting ones. Rio had his own bottom lip tucked into his mouth and Val contemplated for a moment sharing something about her life.
At the same time, one detail would lead to questions which would lead to her talking about him. And Val didn't know if she would ever be in the right headspace to share that with Rio.
She let a quiet sigh fall from her lips and cast her eyes towards the ground.
"Night," She heard as she headed down the hall, with a look over her shoulder Val watched Rio's eyes run down her body.
With a smile and a roll of her eyes, she replied "Yeah, good night,".
********
The snow fell quietly around her as she walked home from the café, the December wind bit her cheeks. Ice cracked under her foot as she climbed the steps to her front door.
Val stopped dead in her tracks at the fact that a parcel had been delivered in her absence. It was wrapped in brown parchment paper, tied with red twine and a sprig of pine tucked underneath.
It wasn't addressed, but that didn't matter, Val already knew it's sender. She inhaled a rugged breath and shakily reached into her purse for her keys. Her head whipped around at the slightest sound, could he be here? Watching her?
And if not him, could someone else be spying on her under his command? Val's cold hand finally unlocked the door and she scurried inside, slamming the door shut behind her.
The parcel seemed to stare at her, daring Val to open it, but she didn't want to see the contents. She didn't want to have to leave her home, find shelter again in another quiet city, find another job.
Grasping the box, her nimble fingers untied the twine and set the pine aside, the paper unfolded. She found an ivory colored card sitting on top. It looked like someone had actually hand written with ink. Her Heart thrummed against her chest as she read the message.
Elene, you're mine.
Val woke suddenly, gasping for air while sitting up. After drawing in some breaths that were just short of hyperventilating, a cold drop of something fell on the back of her hand. Her eyes moved down to the tan and freckled skin to find a teardrop.
With a deep sigh, she fell back against her bed, the dream playing in her head again. It had been so long since her brain had recycled this one that Val had almost forgotten it.
Alcohol always seemed to trigger a bad night's sleep for her, but this was on the worse side of bad. This memory that never seems to escape her, digging its claws into Val right when she was getting to the "I'm better," stage.
As she retraced her dream's steps, she couldn't help recount that one thing about the dream had changed. This particular night years ago, the crisp paper she held in her dream was in actuality sopping wet. The card wasn't ivory, but crimson red, and blood soaked through and through––at the time it was a clear message in itself.
Another alarming detail wrongly dreamt was the message itself. That night is one she will never forget, especially the words that were so carefully written for her.
Elene, you will burn for what you did.
She inhaled deeply and pushed that door to her old life closed, she was worrying about nothing. She has a ton of people blocked, she thought. That caller could have been anyone, it wasn't necessarily him.
And plus, there was one obvious clue that he wasn't coming for her, she hadn't received any candy as of late. She was fine.
Afterall she lives with a man who is in charge of a gang, something good should come from that. Val convinced herself that she was perfectly safe, nothing to worry about.
That is, until she picked up her phone.
a BOY is living with you????????????????? 🤯 girl WHAT –– Saturday, 9:33 AM
Avery's text had followed Magg's nearly an hour later, right when her irritation towards Sid began.
Is he cute tho 😏 –– Saturday, 10:27 AM
She laughed, there's no way Rio would swing for Avery, not that she wouldn't mind the idea. Avery was a very attractive Dominican, out and proud, as well as naturally flirty. This usually caused problems with the straight men who were on the receiving end of his pickup lines.
She could picture Avery telling Rio that his leather jacket looked better on his floor than on Rio. Pushing that thought aside, she recited back to them the same excuse she gave Sid, there was no point in opening pandora's box right now.
Her mind wandered to the feel of rough stubble under Rio's jaw, the smooth skin over his adam's apple, his hand around hers.
She groaned, this is why nothing can happen. One––she'd never be able to quit thinking about him like this, and two––she couldn't stop the fear of the red licorice showing up on her welcome mat, and the anxiety was eating her alive.
To get her mind off of him, she thought about the other him––Rio.
It had been nearly a month and a few weeks since Rio had been shot and moved in, they were nearing Christmas. His shoulder, which honestly should be more screwed up then it is, is doing a lot better. He had grudgingly worn his sling for a week before claiming that his shoulder didn't even hurt anymore.
She also knew that he had pretty strong pain meds that were delivered in the middle of the night by someone. Val wondered how long he would be here, how long is appropriate to hide from a rivalry gang?
Would he spend Christmas here? With her? Val stopped celebrating Christmas when she moved here, until she had met her friends. They started their own friend Christmas a few days early before splitting up to visit their own family.
Val didn't have any family, not anymore. And that thought brought around another bout of sadness. Maybe it's time for homework, she could clear her mind enough for anatomy.
Val spent her afternoon catching up with some work in her classes, ones that she had forgotten about for the last few days. She left her room to grab a snack and coffee that Rio had apparently made and stuck in the fridge for her to reheat later.
He really didn't need to perform any more nice acts, it only made it harder for her to ignore the male presence in her apartment.
It was ultimately a quiet and boring day, until she heard Rio on one of his secret calls. She had opened her window to feel the cold winter air as she sipped her hot coffee, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to hear his voice on the patio.
His voice was terse, which wasn't abnormal for Rio. She watched the colorful sky as the sun began to set, the serenity was seriously contrasting to Rio's voice.
"Last heard from 'em weeks ago after he called me, tryna apologize or some shit. Sent a weird text. Kinda cryptic––'Fixin it'," A pause, who were they talking about?
"You don't think I ain' already doin' that? I've had someone trackin' his credit cards for weeks," Rio snapped, and she wanted to laugh, usually it was him snapping at her that she's taking too long in the bath or that she's cooking the dinner wrong.
"Look, Dags ain' part of this no more, can't trust him until we know for sure he ain' with that gang. I wanna find the fucking prick who shot me," That was Rio's end of discussion voice, and she could picture the expression that usually accompanied the tone.
Rio was quiet for a few moments, she wasn't sure if he had hung up or what. Val waited a minute longer before going back to her homework but was interrupted by Rio again.
"Don' call again until you find him," His intonation left nothing to be misunderstood, she forgot how intimidating he could be outside of the domestic Rio she had come to know.
Once she heard him muttering curse words at no one in particular, she figured he had hung up. Her stomach growling made her mind travel to the contents of her fridge, Rio did leave the shrimp scampi he made in there.
Hoping to slip stealthily into the kitchen to microwave the leftovers, she tiptoed out of her room. Val had barely reached the dark kitchen when the hallway light suddenly flipped on.
She gasped, shocked, and turned to see Rio at the switch. He was eyeing her like she was doing exactly what she was doing.
"The hell are you doin',"
She dropped to the soles of her feet as her cheeks tinted pink, she was on a roll for embarrassing herself lately.
"Um, dinner, I was just grabbing dinner." God, she was gonna have to crack open the titos bottle on top of the fridge tonight. This week has been the worst.
He hummed and went to sit at the counter, his chin couched in his palm. She gave a nod and went about her way to the fridge, trying to ignore his presence. The thing is, he looked sad. Knowing herself, she was bound to ask him what the matter was any second now.
"What's the matter?" God damn it, she almost slapped her hand against the counter top.
"Just work, I guess, nothin' new." He spoke up from behind her. Rio sounded glum, which made Val realize that she preferred the cocky Rio instead.
She grabbed the container with the scampi and stood straight, turning to face Rio. Val had an idea.
"You know what we should do?" Her hopeful voice caught his attention. Rio raised his head from his hand and jutted out his bottom lip as he squinted his eyes.
"Wha's that," God, his raspy voice did so much for her.
"Drink," She faced the fridge and grabbed two bottles, the titos and Rio's whiskey. They deserved this, or at least she did. It was getting harder and harder to reject Rio when all she wanted was to hear him in her ear.
"Mami, I been wanting a drink all fuckin' day," He groaned and slapped the marble counter top. His groan, although innocent, did completely not innocent things to her.
And just then, she had another idea. It could only lead to bad decisions, but maybe it would help their living dynamic.
"Do you wanna play a game?" Rio stood at that question and walked around to lean against the kitchen entrance in front of her.
She turned to him with both bottles of alcohol in her hands. Rio raised an eyebrow and cocked his head as his eyes scoured down her body. With his lip tucked into his mouth, he nodded towards her.
"Whatchu got in mind?"
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