The Contract Keeper's (PLAYBOOK #4)

CHAPTER 1: We can’t be friends (wait for your love).

FELIX

My earliest memory of any mafia interaction was a bugged eyed Chase ‘Chico’ Hidalgo, who always stared and watched my sister like it was the first, if not the last time he was seeing life.

The yearning in his eyes was annoying but he was a harmless boy who knew how to keep his distance.

When his plump cousin started appearing frequently, I wasn’t surprised because Odessa attracted people with certain colorful characters.

But this Bianca girl wasn’t anything like I expected.

The second I found them copying off my worksheet, the aim was to tell them BOTH off but one look at her and the rest was history.

The deep shape of Bianca’s fox green eyes glared back and I got overpowered by a large amount of oxygen, it nearly knocked me on my feet with her lifting a single finger.

Knowing the rumours about the mafia and being witches, I watched her closely just to be sure but Bianca was an open book.

She liked sweets and always had a snack nearby. She had a quick and sharp tongue and always hummed weird song while her accent was thicker than any Hidalgo we knew. Which meant listening to her and Odessa speak was like a stand up show.

Then again after a few years, I realized something that became obvious with time.

For some reason, Bianca always looked at me and it wasn’t like the way Chase looked at my sister, it was very opposite.

Finally, I had enough so I corned her the week I knew Odessa was out of town for a piano competition and kissed her in the parking lot. I was 13 and truthfully hated speaking so I took an action.

After school education ran late, this meant it was dark enough that no one could see us despite people being around but I still took the precaution of pining her into the car where the parking lot light didn’t reach.

It was my first kiss so I probably didn’t do it right but still, I was the one who kissed her first but she was the one that slapped be across the face when it ended.

We were young and unlike my twin sister, I did not have an outlet like music to keep me grounded so I was a bit eccentric but Bianca de Faría Hidalgo…no, she was worse.

She tossed her bag and shoved me till I was laying back flat on the concrete floor. As she climbed over me, I remember having a slight tease of an erection as she hit me across the face before beating the crap out of me.

Yes, I let a girl beat me up.

I wasn’t fluent in Spanish back then but she said something along the lines of “consent, even with kissing.”

Since that day Bianca de Faría Hidalgo and I, Felix Dominaka have been fighting. Things only got worse because I learned the hard way about the extent of her temper.

At Chase’s 13th birthday party at a park, only 3 days after our shared kiss, I spoke to one of cartel girls, Soria, about combat but it ended with me fully clothed in a duck pond.

When I rose to the top, the strict brows on Bianca’s round face were turned so down, it looked like she had a uni-brow. I still didn’t know much Spanish but when she kicked me back in, she said something about being a “two timing whore.”

She never bothered with an interaction after that even with Odessa inviting her over to the house. A month later, Chase and Bianca moved to Miami with Dr Hidalgo so we didn’t see much of them once we all started high-school.

Before I knew it, a blood marriage was placed on the table and we were already 16 which meant 3years had already passed.

Bianca popped in one last time after Chase and Odessa’s engagement was announced but by then, we were about to be seniors in high school and that eccentric boy in me was gone.

She walked in an hour late, barefoot and soaked head to toe at our families’ celebration dinner party held for Chico and Odessa. This time, Bianca wasn’t the chubby girl we had grown used to seeing after school for language classes.

She had changed the last years we had not seen each other. Now curvy and bolder, Bianca tried to sneak in while wearing a red halter deep neck bodycon dress that clung to her body like skin.

Without a single smudge on her red lips, Bianca threw the heels she had in the corner and pulled her dress up to rinse the water on her dress unintentionally exposing her tan legs.

Like things were not bad enough, she released her hair from a pin and the long went curls poured more water over her exposed bust like she was in an erotica perfume commercial.

Cursing in Spanish, she entered the dining room with “my car broke down 3miles from here” as she complained about our house being on “a damn hill.”

I was in awe because like when we were kids, air came rushing into me at lighting speed. Though Bianca had never been ugly, puberty had done wonderfully for her and more.

The color in her eyes alone were enough to put a smile on my face as I stopped eating all together to stare.

To me, Bianca had always been beautiful but this time, she was breath-taking and it looked like she finally embraced her own skin and stopped trying to hide her amazing body.

“B!” Odessa didn’t care how soaked Bianca was as she left her seat to throw her hands around her slim waist in a hug.

I wouldn’t be surprised if they had used her body to make the hourglass because that was bodacious she looked at 16.

“You are gorgeous!” They said in unison and embraced each other which pleased the room as someone gave her a towel.

I had assumed I was transparent from the way Bianca greeted everyone in my family personally with hugs and handshakes only to leave me out. Yes, I got a slight glance but it didn’t even last 2seconds.

I was sure she was looking for a fight when she sneaked into my bedroom later into the night because I had slipped out early during the celebration.

The reason I could not accept the blood contract was burning a hole in my pocket because it was from Brown University with an interview for an early admission. Odessa was the only who knew which is why she took the offer of the blood contract.

But that thought was quickly proven wrong when Bianca locked the door, undid the clasp of halter dress and dropped it at her feet to reveal she was in lacy black underwear.

So much oxygen came from different sides as Bianca pooped her hip to show that though her body was equivalent to a coke bottle, she also had two studs over her belly button in the form of a piercing and thighs though full dipped inwards to give her legs a gap.

She was smaller upwards, the flatness of her toned stomach looked like she never ate but her full bust had a sharp collarbone to frame her petite figure.

“B—” the words melted off when she unclipped the bra next before pulling down her thong to draw attention to her tiny red painted feet.

As if to taught me, she did a 360 to expose she had writing over her bikini line. This was my first time ever seeing naked body that wasn’t from a screen so I choked.

Full plump and perky breast with pale tan n*****s, a flat stomach so toned it had 11 lines and smooth skin, it had more pigment than I had ever seen on any woman.

She may have been 16 but Bianca de Faría Hidalgo was already a woman, fully developed and hairless down to her small love button on her pelvic area.

“I consent,” was the only explanation she gave as Bianca connected our lips and pushed me down to my bed.

Without a single word, she pulled apart the button of my shirts before moving lower to unbuckle and pull down my pants along with my boxers.

I want to say we only stopped at breaking our virginity or that I put up a fight but I was insatiable. Back then, I was going through a tough time because I had let my sister down with the engagement so Bianca and I went on all night.

Yes, all night long.

She is the reason I became both an ass and boob man because she was full on both sides but somehow lighter than a feather.

The way she ran her nails through my curls before she licked the side of my neck had my toes curling before she ended me by rubbing my curls.

When we moved to doggy style, I swear I went to heaven temporarily because my eyes rolled back and I levitated out of my body. Even when we collapsed to the floor did she stop riding me even after we both came.

Our first kiss might have been a disaster but our first time having s*x belonged on the hall of fame of f*****g because that night, I also got to see Bianca smile.

Smell the sweet scent of her perfect skin and hold a hand full of her semi wet hair as she covered her mouth to stop herself from moaning to the point of screaming.

I didn’t care who heard, I even smacked her ass a few times to encourage it but that just earned me a few ear nips before her tongue slid in.

However hearing Bianca moan, “Ayi Felix” into my ear as she crossed her hands over my shoulders to press us even closer was the closest to ecstasy I ever came in America.

I moved hair off her face so I could see her and honestly admire her without a frown but with the lipstick smudged between our naked and sticky skin all I could do is smile.

“You still have a dimple.” Bianca gleamed at me before poking at my cheek.

“And you still have a mole on your lip.” I press my mouth over hers before pining her down.

Eventually, we ran out of condoms and our bodies gave up us around the AM’s. When I woke up to Bianca looking at me, I sensed instantly that something had already changed.

Hearing her whisper “payback” was shuddering until I saw her eyes at the light of day.

As she peeled her naked body off mine, I knew then that no matter what happened, Bianca de Faría Hidalgo and I would always be fighting.

—that was enough to keep me away because that meant we could never be friends.